A/N: Okay, so this is basically just a series of short description-stories that I wrote when I got bored one day. No flames. Or I flame you. *twitches and laughs evilly*
Disclaimer: I don't own PPG. Get that through your thick skulls.
And here we go!
Part One: Girls
Blossom
The thirteen-year-old girl's red hair blows in the wind. Her brow furrows and she glares at me with her pink eyes. It's actually quite a nice shade of pink, to be perfectly honest.
I infuriate her, I know. I annoy her to no end. Of all the counterparts in the world to get, she got stuck with me. We've been under each other's skins for the past eight years.
But the truth is, I don't think I can keep up the ruse for much longer. I don't doubt that she is having trouble too.
I glance over at my brothers. We look nothing alike. One has shaggy blond hair, and the other has spiky black hair; I stand out with my fire-red hair. My blond brother has sapphire eyes, the black-haired one has emerald eyes, and my eyes are of an unusual ruby. We're all best friends, though. We love each other, even if we have peculiar ways of showing it.
And we all have issues with our counterparts.
Finally, the six of us are worn out. My counterpart and I rally our troops. Then I fly away, but not without studying the red-haired girl for a brief moment. Her carefully-sculpted mask is cracking, as is mine.
As my brothers and I retreat, I glance back at her. The girl I was created to destroy. The girl I can't stop myself from loving. Her name forms on my lips and I whisper it, so my brothers can't hear.
"Blossom."
And that's it. We're going to play a grand game in which you guess whose point of view each chapter is from.
I have the next chapter, "Bubbles," written, but I won't post it unless you review. Which should give you an idea.
