A/N: So our kids are 18, they're not tiny bubble creatures lmao, they're human in appearance. Everyone is single. Rated- T for cussing (occasionally), normal pairings.
This fic was written purely since one of my favourite humans, Ti, aka AitchhDee deserves to read all the PPG fanfiction that she wants, and so do you, so I hope you enjoy this!
I kind of want them to be a bit different from the other stories I've read here, keeping that in mind, I'm blatantly not sorry if the way I write them doesn't conform to the little boxes of character traits for a specific character that this fandom has shoved them into.
Still going to do my best so breeeeathe! It's going to be good, trust me!
PROLOGUE
Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup looked at each other with gobsmacked expressions. In reality, they might as well have been slapped, or hit with a brick.
For you see, the three young super heroines had just received the most jaw-dropping bit of information that they had ever received in all their years in Townsville.
The Mayor nodded happily behind his desk after saying what he needed to, and the girls looked back at him from the three chairs in front of it, confusion clearly etched on their beautiful features.
Buttercup was the first to speak. She licked her lip and furrowed her brows.
"So… They saved us?" She asked.
"Well, yes, they saved you from being dunked in the Cherry-flavoured substance thing, girls." Mayor said with twinkling eyes.
"Which was basically Antidote X." Blossom said, more to herself, but Mayor nodded.
"And they ran away from their home at Mojo's place, with us unconscious, to save us?" Bubbles said warily.
"Yes!" Mayor chimed.
"Don't you think it's a bit weird, Mayor? What would those knuckleheads gain by saving us? I remember getting knocked out, I don't remember anything up until we woke up in Professors Lab, so I can't say for sure that the boys really saved us. I mean, awesome, they got us out, what if that was a fake save, or some strategy?" Buttercup said.
"Neither do I. We didn't see them fight Mojo, how are we supposed to believe that this isn't just one of their elaborate schemes to gain everyone's trust?" Blossom asked.
"And you say they left Mojo behind and brought us to Professor. If they were really trying to fight Jojo, why wouldn't they have turned him in after beating him?" Bubbles asked.
Mayor laughed. "Girls, if you want to know what they would gain, I'll tell you. After saving you, Professor brought the boys to me. They did fight Mojo but didn't really harm him. Not enough to bring him to the Police. They ran away with you girls, leaving Mojo behind. I'm sure you girls understand that the boys have also grown older, each have their own dreams and aspirations that are unobtainable due to the lifestyle that their Father, Mojo lives. They have asked me to grant them amnesty for the crimes they committed in their Adolescence, and I have. They have also asked that they be allowed to study at a Tertiary institution. Based on their marks in the exams that they've written in the last two weeks, I believe that they're actually quite intelligent. So, I have accepted that request also. The boys have also pledged allegiance to the City of Townsville, so they are there, in case you need extra help. Of course, they aren't as experienced in Monster fighting and such as you three are, but they can be of help to you." He said.
"But Mayor! It could be all an act!" Blossom said.
"But Blossom… You have to admit… We were unconscious, Mojo really could have destroyed us this time, if he did then he would be able to do whatever he wanted. What could Mojo gain by letting the boys bring us back? Nothing. He would have gained everything by destroying us, which is much more than he would have through infiltration." Bubbles mused.
"Blondie has a point actually." Buttercup tapped her chin.
Blossom rubbed her temple. "Mayor, is this really wise? They were felons after all." Blossom said.
"Things change, people change." Mayor said brightly.
Blossom pursed her lips. They would just have to wait and see.
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The three young men walked into the large house. Though it was much smaller than Mojo's place, it was quite beautiful and classy. Brick closed the door behind them and locked it.
"YES! Indoor pool!" Boomer shouted from somewhere in the house.
"Boomer, no flying in the house." He said, knowing full well that his little brother certainly couldn't have reached the other end of the house by walking.
He stepped deeper into the home and out of the foyer, taking in the elegant looking Lounge, clean and fresh. The red couches and rugs complimented the white tiles and furniture splendidly, the brick walls and dark fireplace looked good with it too.
"OOOOOHHHH! HAMMOCK!" Butch shouted from somewhere.
"Boys, we should check our rooms out first, don't you think?" Brick sighed. Immediately both of his younger siblings flew back to the lounge eagerly.
Brick reached into his pocket and pulled out three keys, each with a little 'B' keychain with their respective colours. He dropped their keys into their waiting hands. Both of them grinned excitedly and turned to fly off, only to be halted when Brick grabbed them by nape.
They whined.
"No flying inside the house." He said sternly, and let them go. Both boys muttered to themselves and rubbed the back of their necks.
"Speak clearly, I can't hear a single word that you're saying." He said to them, rolling his eyes.
"I said OW!" Butch said, glaring at the redhead. Brick just chuckled at them. "Come on, let's go." He said, placing his hands on his brother's backs and beginning to head in the direction of the staircase that led to their rooms.
"You know, the mayor is really nice." Boomer said as they walked.
"Bit of a pansy if you ask me." Butch said, and Brick smacked him upside the head.
"He's been kind to us, don't be a little shit." Brick said.
Butch pouted. "I guess…"He said.
"I mean, considering that our dad is a villain, and we weren't the most well behaved kids, he's treating us super-well!" Boomer beamed.
"Honestly, the fact that he's allowing us to study at Townsville University was more than enough for me." Brick mused.
"Fine, he's been awesome." Butch sighed. "But that doesn't mean the little Golden girls will take it well." He said, looking at his brothers as they reached the top of the staircase.
"What the girls think is up to them. We saved them, and they can interpret it whatever way they want, but we've done it with good intentions, and if they don't want to believe it, then that's their own dilemma. We have grown up, and we don't have to prove that to anyone but ourselves, alright?" Brick said to the younger two.
"I doubt the rest of Townsville will accept us either." Boomer said, rubbing his arm and looking down, a little disheartened.
Brick sighed and stepped in front of them.
"Hey, listen to me. We are not what we did. We have had a past, and fair enough, we've done some crappy things. Most kids do crappy things. The people of Townsville have not been there to watch us grow, they haven't seen what we've seen or experienced the things that we have. Yes, they're human, so yeah, they're going to have some imbecilic opinions of us-"Brick started before Butch tilted his head.
"What's Imbecilic?" He asked.
Brick sighed, English was never Butch's forte.
"It basically means stupid. Anyway, they're going to have those opinions, and the only thing we can do is not react to whatever they throw at us-"
Boomer raised his hand. "What if they actually physically throw stuff at us?" He asked innocently.
Brick chucked. "Then we'll just have to file a case of assault against the perpetrator, we are citizens of Townsville too after all. And if that doesn't work, then they're going to have me to deal with." Brick said.
Both his brothers shivered.
"My point is, we've been given a chance to change things, so we should take the opportunity, and run with it. Over time, people will realise just how different we are, but until then, I want you both to do your best to live your life on your own terms and not on Dad's or any moron in Townsville, and especially not the Girl's terms, okay?"
Both boys grinned and nodded.
"And you too." They said simultaneously. Brick smiled back at them and reached out to ruffle their hair, "Yes, I will too." He said and turned around. "Now let's see what's behind those Clichéd doors." Brick said, looking at the three doors a good number of meters away from each other down the passageway. One was blue, one was green and of course, one was red.
"This is so stereotypical, just because I always wear blue doesn't mean it's my favourite colour." Boomer pouted.
"Ditto, dude." Butch said.
Brick held back a snicker, knowing his brothers too well.
"Oh? Pray tell, are your favourite colours Yellow and Black respectively?" He asked, seemingly nonchalant. "YES!" They chorused. Brick just chuckled as he glanced at the hair colours of his brothers. Yellow and Black.
They didn't catch on though, and he walked towards his door with a smile still on his face.
He turned to his right to see them at their respective doors, fiddling with their keys.
"What do you guys want for dinner?" He asked.
"Urmmmm, I want Pizza." Butch said.
"Nooo! I want pie!" Boomer whined.
"No Boomer! You always want pie!" Butch snapped.
"And you always want PIZZA!" Boomer retorted.
Brick rolled his eyes and stuck his key into the Keyhole.
"I could make Pizza Pie." He suggested.
"OOOOOHHHH! With the little olives?" Butch asked with a gasp and a glint in his eye.
"And the Bolognaise sauce?" Boomer asked giddily.
Brick groaned. "Yes, yes, fine, olives, bolognaise sauce, got it. Now go wash up and sort out your University supplies, I've been told they're in our rooms, we start tomorrow." Brick said, pushing his door open.
He looked around at the room. It was actually really great, a bit smaller than the one back at Mojo's place, but it wasn't small.
"Whoooaaa! How did they know I play piano and like beanbag chairs!" Butch exclaimed from his room.
"And how did they know I love Aquariums and play the guitar?" Boomer yelped excitedly.
Brick just smiled to himself as he explored his own room, walking over to the violin and sheet stand that was set in front of the floor to roof window. After marvelling at the craftsmanship of the instrument for a bit, he turned to look at the long wall covered from top to bottom with shelves lined with books. The room was wonderful, not crowded, but filled with many things that he was certain he'd enjoy. The theme was quite Shakespearean and elegant, but it was marvellous.
Suddenly something jumped up on the bed, and the red-head spun around after catching sight of the movement in his peripheral vision. It was a ginger kitten with white paws and golden eyes. Brick stared at it. It stared back at Brick innocently. It was very small. Brick's nose twitched.
"Uh Boomer? I think this is yours." He said suddenly, grabbing the cat swiftly by the scruff of the neck and stalking towards Boomer's room. As he walked past Butch's room however, he heard a loud bang followed by a string of cussing.
Brick raised a brow and with the hand not holding the still cat, he pushed open the door and saw Butch flat on the roof staring at the floor.
"A RAT! It's a frigging RAT!" Butch shouted. Brick frowned and walked into the room. On the far side of the room, he noticed a cage of sorts, opened.
"Where did you see it last?" Brick asked warily.
"It ran over my foot! It was awful!" Butch screamed.
Brick rolled his eyes. "Honestly Butch, get down from there, don't be such a princess."
"NO!" Butch said.
"Butch, you're being dramatic." Brick said, his head craned up to look at his brother on the ceiling.
"I'm not! If it ran over your foot, you wouldn't be so calm!" Butch yelled at him.
Suddenly, Brick felt a small weight on his foot. His head shot forward to look at his foot, and lo and behold, a small fuzzy creature was sitting calmly on his boot.
Brick tilted his head.
"This, is not a rat." Brick replied calmly, squatting and placing his hand on the ground. The creature made its way to brick's hand.
"Then what the hell is that?" Butch snapped.
Brick stood up with the creature in his hand.
"EWWW! Don't touch it!" Butch shouted.
"This is a Jird… They're really hard to come by actually, and are quite expensive." Brick said, ignoring his brother.
"I was assuming the Jird and the cat belong to Boomer since he is the animal lover, but then again, there's a cage in this room. " Brick continued.
"I don't care, get that germ infested thing the fuck out of my room!" Butch screamed.
Brick snickered. "Alright, Princess." He said and Butch glared at the man.
"Piss off." Butch snarled.
"Talking about germs, yet you have such a dirty mouth, tsk tsk." Brick said with a retreating grin.
Once he exited the room, he walked towards Boomer's room. The door was closed but upon approaching it, Brick raised a brow at the strange noises coming from within the room.
Boomer was giggling and there was a strange sort of whining. Brick's eyes narrowed.
Whining.
Giggling.
HELL NO.
"Boomer, there better not be a girl in there. I leave you alone for TWO DAMN minutes and you bring in some-"Brick started aggravatedly, throwing his brothers door open only to see Boomer on his back, flat in the floor with a yellow Labrador puppy excitedly licking his face.
Boomer stopped giggling and raised a brow at his brother in annoyance.
"Oh yes, I've brought a girl in here, she's so wild that I can't get her off me. Look, her saliva is on me and everything!" Boomer said sarcastically, sitting up.
Brick sighed in relief. He wasn't exactly ready to imagine Boomer with a girl yet. Nope. Not at all.
Boomer zoned in on the Jird and Kitted. He gasped, excitedly jumping to his feet as he held the puppy to his chest.
"THAT'S SO COOL! WHERE'D THEY MANANGE TO FIND A JIRD,AWWW AND THE KIIIIITTTYYYY!" Boomer exclaimed running forward.
"I think they're yours." Brick said.
Boomer tilted his head. "No, they're not." Boomer turned and walked towards his study desk and picked up a page. "I have a Pet licence just for my puppy. Mayor got us pets, apparently." He said.
Brick blinked. He hadn't looked at his desk.
Without another word he walked out of Boomers room and back to his room. Sure enough, on his desk was the Pet Licence for his kitten. He bit his lip and looked at the Jird… That meant Butch was going to have to face his fear of rodents, because Brick was certain that on Butch's desk was the Pet Licence for the innocent creature. With an irate sigh he walked to Butch's room.
"Butch, turns out that it's yours." Brick said.
Butch who had been looking at some records turned, saw Brick with the Jird, screamed and flew upwards to flatten himself onto the ceiling once again.
"I DON'T WANT IT!" He shouted.
"BUTCH MOJO HE IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY NOW GET DOWN FROM THERE BEFORE YOU GET FOOTPRINTS ON THE ROOF!" Brick snapped.
Boomer came into the room holding his puppy.
"Butch, come on, Jirds are wonderful pets! They're sweet!" Boomer tried.
"It's a fucking rodent you bloody asshole!" Butch snapped.
"Butch, we do not call people bloody assholes! Anal fissure is a serious thing-" Brick started but Boomer was already shouting back at Butch.
"I'm not an asshole, you asshole!" Boomer said.
"Fuck you!" Butch said.
"Oh is that all you've got, get a dictionary, will you?" Boomer retorted.
Brick would have face-palmed, but he had an animal in each of his hands. With a sigh he went to put the Jird in its cage and he placed the Kitten outside the room, it immediately ran in the direction of Brick's room, and brick turned back towards he boys.
"Maybe I will! Maybe I'll smack you with it!" Butch threatened.
"I'd like to see you tr-" Boomer started.
Butch growled and shot towards Boomer who started to scream bloody murder and fly behind Brick.
The puppy yelped and jumped out of Boomers arms, not wanting to be near the fray.
Both boys flew around brick in circles, Butch trying to catch Boomer, and Boomer trying to evade Butch. The oldest sibling ran a hand through his silky straight hair with a resigned sigh. They were being tedious. After a full minute of them spinning around him, he reached into the swirl of blue and green and grabbed them by the necks.
"OWWW!" The both exclaimed.
"What did I say about flying in the house?" He snarled holding both boys apart with separate hands.
"You said not to." Butch ground out irritatedly.
"He started it!" Boomer said.
"I don't care, this is our first day here and we can do without the fighting, got it? I'm tired, so please just act like you're not two years old. Your first semester at University starts tomorrow, you have bigger things to worry about than whining over getting a rodent as a pet, In case you didn't notice, I have a cat, and I hate cats. So get your heads out of the gutter and focus on what's important." Brick said.
Both boys pouted.
"Understood?"
They mumbled their responses.
"Good." He let go of their necks. "The mayor said we should make a list of things that we still need, so I suggest that we take inventory of the items we have." Butch said, walking out of the room and pushing Boomer towards his own room.
Both boys pouted, Brick was really, really bossy.
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"Girls! Time for school! Time for school!" Professor sang, throwing each of their doors open.
Buttercup threw a pillow at the doorway but Professor dodged it easily.
"Come on, come on!" He sang.
"Professssooorrrr, we don't go to school." Bubbled mewled.
"You're right bubbles, where you're going is much more important. You're going to UNIVEEERRRSITYYYYY!"He sang again.
Blossom yawned and sat up. "You're absolutely right, Professor, we've done twelve years of schooling, just for this moment!" She said with resolve in her eyes.
"That's the spirit!" Professor said.
"UUUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!"Buttercup growled from her room as she listened to the noise.
Professor poked his head into Bubbles room, she was still in bed, and so was Buttercup.
With a sneaky grin he tiptoed into Bubble's room and yanked back the covers.
"Professor!" The girl wailed.
"Sorry sweety, you really do have to get up." He said with a big smile.
"How come you didn't pull off Buttercup's blanket!" She huffed. Blossom leaned against Bubble's doorway.
"You know how she reflexively kicks." Blossom said a matter-of-factly.
Buttercup grinned to herself, at least they knew.
"Come on, wash up, I made pancakes! Chocolate for Bubbles, Blueberry for Buttercup and Apricot flavoured for Blossom!" Professor said.
The girls all perked up at the mention of their favourite pancakes and hurried to wash up. The day was already looking up. So much so, that they'd completely forgotten that the boys would be attending Townsville University too.
Blossom sat at the table and stacked her pancakes.
"I'm so excited!"Bubbles squealed.
Buttercup grinned.
"Yeah! Time to kick some coding butt!" She grinned and tucked a lock of her shoulder length locks behind her heavily pierced ear.
Blossom giggled at her sisters, happy to see them enthusiastic about academics. They'd worked so hard to get into Townsville University, all three of them. There we're other Universities in Townsville, private ones, but everyone knew that T.U was the best of the best.
They didn't want to be credited because of their heroics so they'd done it the fair way, through hard work and dedication, long sleepless nights and hours of learning.
Blossom couldn't be more proud of the three of them.
She just hoped they wouldn't get too distracted at campus.
"I hope I make friends." Bubbles mused.
"You will, and if you don't, I'll beat them into being your friends." Buttercup winked.
"Buttercup!" Blossom said, exasperated.
Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"Fine, I'll talk them into being your friends." She snickered, using quotation marks at the word "Talk". "Better, Red?" Buttercup grinned.
"If you talk they're going to get lost in your mystical eyes ." Bubbles stuck her tongue out and winked at Buttercup who grimaced before everyone began to laugh.
"Eww, Blossom, you're the true talker, let them get lost in your eyes." Buttercup said.
"I can't, they'd like it too much." Blossom sighed, pretending to be sad.
"Damn masochists out there I tell you."Bubbles tsked.
Buttercup snorted. Today, was going to be awesome.
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Brick yawned and flipped over a few more pancakes, he'd already made toast, bacon and eggs. His brother's certainly had a healthy appetite whereas he almost always had next to no appetite at all.
He reached for his mug of coffee and took another silent sip.
Boomer yawned and came out of his room, rubbing his eyes cutely.
"Briiiiickkk…Feed meeee."He whined. The house was structured in such a way that from the kitchen, you could see the lounge, the staircase leading upstairs and the doors of their rooms.
Brick turned and leaned against the counter, pushing his glasses a bit higher up on his nose.
"You should remember to feed your puppy." Brick reminded. Boomer darted into his room and did so. Brick cricked his neck slowly, at least the Jird had food in its cage already, he wouldn't have to remind Butch. Boomer re-emerged.
Butch yawned and stretched as he walked out of his room too.
Both boys walked sleepily down the stairs, unconsciously looking adorable in their sleepy states. They were roughly the same tall height, but were slouching ridiculously as they walked down the stairs.
Brick just regarded them through his long bangs.
Physically, the boys had also changed drastically over the years. Butch was tall and muscular, Boomer was lean to muscular, and also tall. Butch sported black earrings and a heavy angular fringe hairstyle for men, it was quite messy, but it was very popular amongst the female populations in other towns that they'd visited. His left eyebrow had two silver hoops on it and more often than not, the man was wearing all black and green, hoodies, jackets, skinny jeans and sneakers. He was handsome, there was no doubt about that.
Then there was Boomer, sweet, innocent Boomer who unknowingly made almost every girl swoon and feel as if they died and went to heaven just by being in his presence. His personality was enough to make a girl love him, not that the cinnamon roll even knew that females actually liked him. Over the years, his features became much more masculine, and like his brothers, he sported the sharp jawline. Unlike Butch, he wore pretty much anything he wanted, in any colour, but he did wear something blue seventy percent of the time.
He had hair as gold as that of a corn, and the most sparkling blue eyes. He always made sure that his hair was perfect when he went out, ensuring that the effortless looking undercut without a single hair out of place was immaculate, and when a hair did fall out of place, it was most often a single lock, right at the centre of his forehead which further added to his charm and innocence. Out of ten, Boomer would be a 109832892793784…89798…888.
And then there was Brick, who was tall, and lean, semi-muscular even though he was very strong, and in his own opinion, he looked like a cat went berserk on him.
It wasn't true of course, the man was actually very handsome, except unlike the other two, he gave less than a shit about his appearance.
Red irises. Who the hell had red irises? He hated them, maybe that was why he always kept his silky copper hair long, to hide them. His glasses helped too, but he wouldn't wear them in public, for that would make people realise that his brothers most probably had some sort of weaknesses, just like him, and he couldn't allow them to get hurt. Unlike Butch who used thick jackets and hoodies, Brick was mostly found wearing white long sleeved cotton shirts that were slightly too loose because of his lack of bulk and well-tailored black pants and boots. He kept a black string chain with a little pouch on it around his neck always.
Butch and Boomer noticed though that this look seemed to make almost all the women who looked at the man drool, not that he ever took notice, because in public, his nose was always stuck in a book.
Always.
It was strange to them how quiet and reserved Brick was in public, however, experience had taught them, that Brick was just quiet because he had no reason to talk to anyone but them, and if someone ill-treated any of them, he would flip the switch and make the perpetrator wish they never left the uterus.
He was scary, looks were deceiving, and they knew it. Still, their oldest brother, despite being technically the same age as them, had grown them up.
He'd played the role of the mother and father because Mojo really had no time to spare on them. He provided very well, they'd give him that, but both Butch and Boomer would blurt out without a second of thought, 'Brick', if ever asked about the person that raised them.
As usual, the boys gave their brother a kiss on the cheek before sitting, an unconscious habit that they'd developed over time.
"I feel like I'm dying, can I skip today?" Butch yawned as he stacked pancakes on his plate.
Brick raised a brow at him.
"Introductory lectures are very important. Besides, you could make some friends before the actual lectures commence." Brick said.
Boomer tilted his head. "Are you going to be making friends?" He asked.
Brick scoffed.
"Wouldn't want to be friends with know-it-all morons." Brick said.
"But you're going into Medicine, that makes you a know-it-all too." Butch snickered.
Brick narrowed his eyes and let out a short gush of air from his lips.
Butch's mug of tea froze over.
"Hey!" Butch exclaimed.
"I want to make friends, loads of em!" Boomer said happily.
"Well, I've heard Zoology and Marine Biology majors aren't shitty people, so you probably will." Brick said.
Butch pulled on the spoon that was inside the frozen mug of tea, and the frozen liquid popped out of the mug, he grinned happily at the popsicle.
"I wonder what it's going to be like, I mean home schooling was one thing, this is a whole new level." Boomer said.
Butch frowned.
"Although…"He started.
The red-head and blonde looked at him.
"Although?" Brick pressed.
"I don't want to say it, but it's more than likely possible that we've unknowingly chosen the same majors as our… female counterparts. I mean, we weren't told what they'd chosen…but…"Butch said.
Brick blinked at him rapidly.
"It's possible." He said with a frown. "But even so that shouldn't stop them, or us from getting that degree in the end." Brick said.
Butch sighed.
"It's not that… I always have the urge to punch Butterbutt's face in which is probably really bad." Butch said.
"Oooooh, that is bad." Boomer snickered.
Butch glared at him.
"Just don't engage, and you should be fine." Brick said.
Butch took a breath.
"Yeah, okay, but if she punches me, I'm punching her back."Butch crossed his arms.
"She's not going to punch you."Brick said, pouring more coffee.
"But IF she does!"Butch said.
"What if Bubbles punches me?"Boomer asked with a thoughtful look.
Brick raised a brow.
"She's Bubbles. You are probably the safest from all of us here."
"NOT TRUE!Have you heard that girl scream? I'd rather take the punch, at least I'd be knocked out."Boomer pouted.
"Wonder what she sounds like with her boyfriend…"Butch mused.
Boomer choked on his juice, absolutely appalled by his brothers line of thought.
Brick made a face. "Don't hit me with such disturbing visual imagery this early in the morning." He said.
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Bubbles grinned as she took her seat in the lecture hall. It was fairly empty but those who were there seemed half asleep.
She swiped across her phone screen and opened up her mirror, just to check if she had anything on her face, well anything besides her perfect make-up. She giggled at herself and put her phone away, choosing instead to pull out a book and doodle. The class began to fill and soon enough all the seats were taken. A tiny woman in a lab coat entered the room.
Bubbles sat up in her seat excitedly, and the woman began to speak…
However, after just fifteen minutes, Bubbles, like several other people began to fall asleep at the droning, monotonous tone. Eventually, she slumped, fully unconscious, and she wasn't the only one. At least half the room was asleep, or getting there, but the lecturer didn't seem to care. She just kept droning on, and on, and on, and on.
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Boomer struggled to keep his eyes open. He was determined to stay awake, but it was so difficult. The woman spoke as if she were a zombie. The girl next to him was already snoring, a bit loudly too.
He groaned, he couldn't even grasp the words because of her monotonous tone!
After 120 minutes, the woman declared that she was done, and left.
However, nearly 99.5% of the class had fallen asleep. Boomer looked around nervously, nobody had made a move to leave. The few that were awake with him seemed comatose. He bit his lip and slowly stood.
He looked at the people in the row and quietly went to each one, gently waking each one.
It was a bit comical how some had even drooled all over themselves. After waking up six rows, he started on waking the seventh. He gently shook the blonde woman who woke up with a loud snort.
"Professor-Professor I was just doing some homework and drying the dishes."She said suddenly.
Boomer bit back his laughter.
"I'm sure you were, good job. The lecture is over by the way."Boomer said.
The blonde turned to him with hazy eyes and he gasped.
The blonde squinted.
"Boomer Jojo?"She asked.
Boomer blinked.
"Uhhhh…No?"He replied.
Her blue eyes widened and she gasped.
"W-What are you doing here?"She asked, standing up.
"Uhhh… Doing some homework and drying dishes?"He practically squeaked.
Bubbles just blinked in response.
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Buttercup stretched her arms above her. The introductory lecture wasn't that bad, the lecturer even ended it early. Of course, Computer Science and IT Programming was what she'd chosen, and she was pumped up.
With a grin, the raven haired woman in all black and green hopped over the desks in front of her, ready to get to her next lecture. So far, things were going great… till she accidentally bumped into some tall guy and almost knocked him over.
He stumbled before catching himself, irritated that the use of his powers was prohibited on campus, and he turned to glare at the dickhead who dared to touch him.
Both counterparts locked eyes.
"…YOU?"They both exclaimed.
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Brick closed his notebook with a little more force than necessary. The introductory lecture had been quite insightful if he was frank, but during the lecture he'd gotten a little too excited, and had unconsciously melted the contact lenses in his eyes.
How could he have been so careless? Luckily he had a second pair in his bag but getting the melted bits out of his eye would be irritating, not to mention the fact that he hated touching his eyes too much.
He stumbled towards the doorway, cursing himself, but upon feeling a set of eyes on him, he turned around. Even with melted contact lenses, he knew who it was.
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Pink eyes drifted up when their owner heard the sound of very well worded self-projected insults. She blinked. His English was exemplary and honestly quite impressive. The pretty orbs fell on a young man leaving the room in an agitated rush,and Blossom frowned a little as she watched him go.
However, just as he was about to disappear through the doors, he stopped, and turned.
Blossom froze and felt her eyes widen.
She'd forgotten that the boys would be coming to University today. She hadn't seen Brick since she was 8, and he looked nothing like his past self, but he was the only person in the world with red eyes, and she was certain that this man was Brick Jojo.
He blinked once at her, twice. Three times.
Then turned, and left, without a word.
A/N:And so it begins.
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