(A/N): I present you my first FanFic, "Beautiful Disaster." Comments are gladly appreciated. I have a busy schedule, so if this story progresses, I will be updating once every week. I've been reading some stories lately, too.
One of my favorites is 'More Than Human'. I recommend that you read the wonderful story, but if you don't have any patience on the author not updating for a while, then do not read it.
The second would be 'The Phantom Sisters'. Truly, it's a very complex and romantic story, but like I previously said, if you don't have any patience on the updating, then don't read it.
My last one is 'A Skirt for Sunday Evening'. Especially recommended to Buttercup x Butch fans. The story is complete and even has a sequel to it.
Alright, let's dive into the world of the heroines, shall we not?
Disclaimer: The PPG and the RRB do not belong to me, but merely to none other than the amazing Craig Mccracken.
Chapter 1 - Just Getting Started
A thin layer of snow covered the cracked sidewalk like a winter blanket. The snowflakes fell gently on the cold ground, melting in the process. Above the snowflakes and snow stood three figures.
One was a redhead with pink, almond-shaped eyes and pretty features. Her red hair wavered down her slender back as if fire running on fuel. Blossom, the leader and the brains of the group, has grown very pretty indeed.
The girl standing beside her was pretty in her own way, too. Her petite, pixie-like features were breathtaking. Despite this, she had big blue eyes that put even the sky to shame. Her golden hair was held up in two long pigtails, making her all the more attractive. Bubbles, the gentle and carefree girl that she was, was more naïve than ever.
The last one, a girl, was glaring down at the winter blanket in front of her. Everyone that knew her knew better than to mess with her temper. Despite her tomboy attitude, the brunette was very attractive indeed. Her light green, almond-shaped eyes were beautiful yet fierce at the same time, and her frame was petite and small, similar to her sisters. Buttercup, the tomboy and the toughest fighter of the group, was ready for anything.
The girls, now sixteen, were living their lives as normal (Yet not so normal, due to their heroine status), teenage girls who attended Pokey Oaks High.
Bubbles, who was humming a tune the whole time, stopped and decided to speak up. "Blossom, it's so beautiful! I've never seen anything like it!" She said, pointing one finger at the marvelous scene in front of them.
Blossom nodded, smiling. "It is."
Buttercup's slightly raspy voice chimed in, wrinkling her nose. "I hate snow. It's cold and all it does is make you get sick."
Bubbles rolled her eyes. "So? It's not like it snows every day."
Buttercup was about to respond when Blossom, sensing that an argument was about to step up, decided to chime in. "We should go inside. The bell's about to ring."
Before they had a chance to protest, the redhead moved forward and began heading towards the gates of the school.
The two girls quickly tagged along, not wanting to be late.
Blossom headed to her first and favorite class, science. Bubbles, who had the same first period class as her, tagged along.
They barely made it to their seat when the bell rang.
A tall woman walked in with a clipboard in her hands, held tightly against her chest. She cleared her throat, winning over the chatting student's attention as they finally became quiet.
She walked up to the chalkboard and set her things on the nearby desk. When she finished, she turned to the class.
"Happy new year, my fellow students."
Everyone gave her a nod before she continued.
"As you may all know, almost every year we have new students. Am I correct?"
Again, everyone gave her a nod before she continued once more.
Bubbles, who sat two rows behind Blossom, was listening from ear to ear as she excitedly wondered if there were new students this year. She liked to make new friends, after all.
"You all know why I am speaking of this matter. Normally, in any other school, this wouldn't be necessary. But from your offensive behavior towards new students from last year, I must remind all of you—even if you don't bully newcomers—that this is not how we treat each other. We have three new students this year, so remember what I said. And—"She paused briefly," Whoever goes with this behavior shall be suspended and be sent with a red slip to their parents. Understood?"
Everyone gave her one final nod before she called out," Boys, you may come in!"
Blossom, who was also listening closely, narrowed her eyes. So they're boys, huh? All boys do is cause trouble.
She watched as three boys walked in the classroom, their faces plastered with what seemed an angered expression.
She huffed. I hope they're not the troublemaker kind.
Mrs. Morgan smiled. "Please present yourself, boys."
Despite their angered expressions, they calmly walked up to the front of the classroom, the students quiet.
The first boy, who was a redhead and who Blossom assumed was the leader, stepped up to the front. "I'm Brick."
The boy besides him, who was a blonde, followed suit, stepping up and standing next to his brother. "Boomer."
The last one, a brunette, stood by his two brothers, his arms folded tightly across his chest. He was frowning. "Butch."
Mrs. Morgan's smile widened. "Alright, you may choose your own seats, but I will warn you that if you bother any students, you will be speaking to me."
The boys nodded and walked briefly around the class before they chose their seats.
Butch chose to sit next to Cameron McKinley. Blossom wrinkled her nose in disgust—that girl went out with half the guys in in the tenth grade, and after sleeping with them, she would dump them the next day. Blossom watched as she attempted to flirt with Butch, but to fail miserably.
Blossom smirked. That would show her.
Boomer, on the other hand, chose to sit next to her sister, Bubbles. She sighed. I hope she doesn't try to be friends with him; he looks like a troublemaker. He could be a bad influence on her.
She looked around to see where Brick was seated, but never found him. Suddenly, she felt a shuffle of movement besides her. Startled, she looked at the intruder.
She watched as the redheaded boy sat next to her, laying his red backpack besides his seat carefully as he took out his items.
She sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. She was hoping that he wouldn't—or any of his brothers, at least—wouldn't sit next to her. She gritted her teeth.
She hated boys. They were rude, snobs, gross, disgusting, and very disorganized.
The very opposite of her.
While Buttercup was the one who made friends and hung out with boys, and Bubble's was the major of their conversations, Blossom was the hater of them.
They're just so… frustrating.
She quickly calmed herself down, trying to reason with herself.
You don't even know them. They could be different.
She kept repeating this in her head until she finally seemed convinced. She huffed. So much for being paranoid.
The whole period she ignored him, trying not to let her temper flare as Brick constantly sent her rigid glares, though she had no idea why.
He probably didn't sleep well.
She continued her work, taking notes while avoiding his stoic and cold expression.
Bubbles was nervous.
Not the oh-it's-a-boy-I'm-nervous type, it's the make-a-good-impression-nervous type, and she was, unfortunately, experiencing that first hand.
She always cared of how her figure looked like in social and in public, and she often worried about it. Even if she wanted to, she could never act like herself in public. People would think she was weird because of her personality. So she tried to fit in with the group.
Weird. That's all I'll ever be.
She watched the boy sitting next to her quietly, observing every little detail from his face.
He was handsome, she could tell. She could just imagine how all the girl's in P.E. would be eyeing him—and his brothers, too, of course—like eye candy.
She shook her head. All she wanted was to make a new friend.
She took a deep breath and shifted her seat so she was facing him, smiling. "Hi, I'm Bubbles."
She waited expectantly for him to respond, but he didn't. She frowned. Did he just ignore her? She shook her head. He probably didn't hear her. Again, with less confidence this time, she repeated what she had said.
"Hi, I'm Bubbles."
Finally, he turned to her, and she was shocked to see him glaring at her. "Hi, Bubbles, I'm Boomer. Can you leave me alone now?"
She didn't realize she was holding her breath until she gasped for air. "E-Excuse me?" She managed to say.
He huffed. "I said—" He paused, making sure she was listening, and repeated slowly—"I want you to leave me alone. O-K-A-Y?"
She felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment. "Oh! I-I'm sorry… I didn't mean to—I just wanted to say hi—"
She was cut off when Boomer interrupted her. "Look, I didn't come here to make friends, now leave me alone."
She watched, speechless, as he turned back around to face the teacher, ignoring her.
She could feel the tears threatening to spill on her cheeks, but she forced them back as she shakily grabbed her pencil and began to write.
The whole period they ignored each other, much to her dismay.
The girls walked home in silence. Neither of them had homework, since it was the first day.
Buttercup raised an eyebrow. "Why are you guys so quiet?"
Blossom, who was thinking the whole way, answered absentmindedly, "New kids came to school."
Buttercup narrowed her eyes. "And how does that affect you?"
Blossom sighed, rubbing her temples. "It's a trio… of boys."
The green puff rolled her eyes. "I know you're a sexist, but really, Blossom?" The green eyed girl paused, letting her words sink in. "You don't even know them, they barely arrived. And I know boys could be real idiots, but really? This, coming from Leader Girl? I'm rarely the voice of reason, but seriously?"
Before Blossom could respond, Bubbles spoke up. "One of the boys… Boomer, I think, sits next to me." She said quietly.
By now, the girls were at the front porch of their house, standing there. They hardly seemed to notice. "So? How is he?" Buttercup asked.
Bubble's sighed, her eyebrows furrowed. "When I said hi to him…" Her voice trailed off.
Blossom frowned. "When you said hi to him, what happened?"
Bubble's sat in one of the chairs set nearby. "He was so rude! I simply said hi to him, and he tells me to leave him alone!" She said angrily.
Bubbles angry was very rare, so imagine how shocked Blossom and Buttercup were at her sister's outburst. "Bubble's, I think you should—"
The blonde shook her head. "I shouldn't even care about it. Forget it, guys."
Her two sisters stared at her for a moment, worry sketched on their faces, before they shrugged. "Fine, but if you need anything, we'll be in our rooms." They disappeared into the house.
Once they left, Bubble's slumped in her seat. "He was so rude… That was so unnecessary. Whatever, he's just a boy anyway, but…" Her voice trailed off.
A few seconds passed before a wide smile appeared on her face. "But… it's just getting started."
She giggled a sweet one before she stood up and disappeared into the house.
(A/N): Like I said, comments are gladly appreciated. Thank you for reading, and I hope this story progresses, but it all depends on my schedule. But don't worry, because I'll find some time to update (if the story continues, of course).
After all, it's just getting started.
-CBJ