Bad Girls Chapter 1, a powerpuff girls fanfic

Title: Bad Girls

Chapter 1: Going Away

Pairing: Original RRB/PPG

Rating: M

Romance/Hurt and Comfort/Drama

Disclaimer: Craig McCracken owns The Powerpuff Girls and The Rowdyruff Boys and any and all things having to do with. I own the plot and plot events, other characters and character personalities.

Summary: If you have not been a villain at a certain point in time, you will never be a true hero. And the day you are a hero, you may become a villain the very next day. . . But even then, no matter how evil you get, nothing can dim the light that shines from within. That light will be your true hero.

"As soon as I saw you I knew an adventure was going to happen."- Winnie the Pooh.

Notes: Yeah, I'm starting the story over again, but I hope you'll forgive me! I'm not gonna lie I'm horrible with 1st chapters, but we'll see how it goes I guess. Trust me it'll be much better this time.(: (P.S Rated M only for language, I doubt I'll write anything rated M worthy.)

Chapter 1: Going Away

Boomer

Today is the day where we start anew. Me and my brothers are moving back to Townsville for some reason that is still left unknown to me. Maybe we're moving just for fun, I mean to be honest Citiesville is kinda getting boring. I guess we can't stay in just one place for too long. We move somewhere new each year for the past eight years, so I meet a lot of interesting people. And I really like meeting new people since everybody's different. But I see no real need to go back to Townsville. Everyone there is so plain to me, at least, that's how I remember it being like. Everyone there was the same boring, dull, and vulnerable.

I was sitting on my bed looking around my room, it was completely empty. It took about two or three hours to pack and all my stuff fit into two medium sized boxes. I wasn't a big decorator. I had a few pictures on the wall . . . That was really it. That was all I really needed. "Boomer hurry up, the truck is here." I heard one of my brothers yell from downstairs. I don't really know which one, they both sound pretty much the same to me. I got off my bed and walked over to the boxes I stacked one on top of the other and carried them down the stairs. I set my boxes down by the rest of the mysterious boxes. Then, I just stood there and stared at the boxes. My brother Butch appeared by my side. "Our whole house fits into seven tiny boxes." He started shaking his head in a shameful way while smiling.

"I never really liked this house," I confessed. "It always felt like a ghost was following me." It was the truth. I always felt a presence, like a lost soul found an interest in me. I hated this house and now I would finally be free.

Butch gave me a crazy look. "A ghost . . . Seriously."

"Yeah, a ghost!"

"Boomer, there is not a ghost in this hous-"

"Yes there is I feel it all the time, it follows me around and stuff." He was trying to argue me down about something I knew for sure. There was a ghost in this house!

"No, there's not!"

"Yes, there is!"

"No, there is no ghost in this damn house!"

"Yes, there fucking is! How would you know if there is or isn't a ghost!"

"'Cause ghost don't exist, Boomer!" How would he know if ghost exist or not! He acts like he's done years of research or something.

"How do you know?!" I demanded.

"Because, they just don't. They don't exist!"

"Yes, they do!" I argued.

No, they don't!"

Yes, they do! They do. They do. They do!" I'm determined to win this. I have to win this.

"What're you guys arguing about." My other brother Brick asked, coming into the hallway.

"Boomer's trying to say there was a fucking ghost in the house. Brick can you tell him how fucking dumb he sounds right now, because someone has to tell him and I can't be the one to do it."

Brick turned his head to the floor, there was a moment of silence. And then he just started laughing, like what was so funny? This was a real argument and he wants to take it like it's just some joke. Ghosts do exist and there is one in this house.

"Help me bring the boxes to the truck." Was all he said, as he took two and brought them outside.

"See Boomer, he doesn't even want to waste his time telling you there is no ghost. Because there is no ghost. Plain and simple: There is no ghost." Butch took two boxes and brought them outside. "Whatever." I mumbled to myself. Butch doesn't know what he's talking about. There is a ghost...Or was there? Maybe it was just my imagination the whole time. Do ghost even exist? I know Butch was telling me they don't, but I really need to find out for myself: Do ghost exist . . . I probably won't care long enough to find out.

"Hurry up Boomer. Bring the rest of the boxes out." One of my brothers told me. I think maybe it was Brick. I stacked two boxes on top of one and carried it out. I paused once I got on the porch. It was a nice day, the sun was out, and it was windy. Which made the day perfect, not too hot, not too cold. I walked down the steps and went toward a big blue and yellow truck that said,"We'll Move You to Happiness!" I think that was the actual name of the company. I went to the back of the truck and layed the boxes down inside. A husky man wearing a yellow uniform cam up to me."Are these the rest of the boxes?" "Yup." I said as I stood back and watch him close up and lock the truck.

"Boomer!" I heard a voice screech. I turned around to see who it was. A girl I'd never seen before was standing right in front of me. She was ..Crying.

"Boomer you're leaving!? Without telling me? Oh, Boomer who could you!? I invested my whole life into you, into us. And now you're just gonna leave me? I hate you Boomer Jojo, I hate you." The girl turned away from me and ran. "Um, ok. I don't mind." I basically said to myself, because the girl was long gone. Who was that. I never saw her in my whole life. What kind of girl just comes up to somebody like that. That's crazy! She's crazy!

"Honk, Honk!" Brick pulled up in his car. "Are you still making girls cry, Boomer? What did I tell you about that." He yelled from his window. Butch was in the passengers seat. I walked up to Brick's red convertible with gold rims and got in the back seat. He had the top up, it was a pretty hot day. To hot to have the sun beaming on you.

"Brick, I don't even know that girl! It's just that-"

"Uh-huh, Boomer.'I don't even know that girl!' That's what you say every time. But you know what Boomer, that girl seemed to know you. And to me it sounds like you two had a pretty serious relationship. And you just left her...Out of the blue, didn't even say nothin'. Which to me sounds messed up." Brick was lecturing me about how to treat girls and Butch was agreeing to everything he said. To be honest though I stopped listening. I looked out the window, I noticed we were out in the middle of nowhere. "Are we lost?" I asked.

"Boomer, are you questioning my ability?" Brick asked me in a serious manner. He was looking me in my eyes waiting for a reply . . . He was looking at me . . . and not at the road . . .

"Brick, look at the road! Look at the road, Brick! Pay attention to the road, Brick. Brick, Pay attention to the road! You're going to kill us, Brick!" I went into a full blown panic. What kind of person does that? Who puts everyone's life in danger, just because they feel there ability is being 'questioned'? I just asked if we were lost. That's it, that's all. He's crazy! Why is everybody I've seen today crazy?! I pointed at the road he should be looking at, but Brick never took his eyes off me.

"Boomer, are you questioning my ability?" Brick repeated in a calm voice.

"NO! No, I'm not!"

"Good, Good." He nodded his head slowly. He turned back to the front and actually started driving again. Then, I remembered Butch was in the car. I just looked at him.

"What?"

"Are you ok with Brick almost killing us?" I asked because I really wanted to know. There was no reaction from him when Brick stopped looking at the road.

"I just go with the flow, Boomer. I just go with the flow."

Apparently, Butch doesn't give two flying fucks Brick almost killed us. I sat back in my seat. I need a nap. I really do. I've been through so much today, more than I can handle. I closed my eyes and pictured wonderful things. And then, they became my dreams.

Butch

I heard soft snoring in the back of the car, obviously Brick scared Boomer into a nap. Boomer reminded me of a little baby, he can't take care of himself, he can't protect himself, and everything scared him. Oh yeah, and he's dumb. He doesn't stop to think,'Oh I'm a superhuman, a car crash can't kill me!' I mean, What are we even gonna crash into! There's nothing here, but land and road. Are we gonna crash into air, because I doubt that would hurt us or the car... But he still is my brother. I love him either way, dumb or smart, baby or not.

"I thought he was gonna have a heart attack." Brick stated. I only smiled. It felt like we've been driving forever. I've been spacing out most of the time, but it felt like forever.

"When are we gonna get there-" He cut me off.

"We get there, when we get there. Now stop asking me." Brick snapped at me. Nobody gives me attitude. So, I don't know who he's talking to because it damn sure isn't me.

"Brick, watch your mouth before I watch it for you." I told him sternly.

Brick kept his eyes on the road, but arched one of his eyebrows.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me the first time."

"Butch, you're asking to get you ass beat." Is he threatening me? Am I being threatened?

"Who's gonna beat my ass? 'Cause it sure as hell won't be you."

"Don't make me beat you up."

"Beat me up. I dare you." It won't hurt. It never hurts. Brick looked like he was waiting for the right time to stop focusing on the road.

"Are you ready yet? Are you ready to beat my ass yet-" I was cut off by a swing to the side of my head.

"You actually hit me?" I'm astonished. Brick always says he gonna 'beat me up', 'beat me ass' and whatever, but this is the first time he actually grew some balls and hit me.

"What did you expect?"

"Damn, Brick I didn't know it was in you. I didn't know you actually had the balls to swing on me," I told him, honestly. "ButnowIhavetogetyouback." I cramped my sentence into one word.

"What-" Before he could say anything other than what, I punched him hard in the stomach and grabbed him by the hair.

"NOT MY HAIR!" He screamed at me. Then, he got a hold of my hair and pulled me to his side of the car. Not my beautiful black spikes!

"LET GO!" I yelled.

"YOU LET GO FIRST!" He screamed back at me. This whole time Brick was no longer driving, but while we were completely oblivious to the swerving of the car, it woke someone in particular.

Brick

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING," Boomer yelled at the top of his lungs. "DRIVE, BRICK, DRIVE!" The car was swerving in all sorts of directions, but at least it was still on the actual road. I wasn't gonna let go of Butch's hair until he let go of mine, so driving the car was the least of my worries. Butch was pulling my gorgeous red locks. My hair was suffering and getting him to let go was my top priority.

"Tell Butch to let go of my hair first!" I told Boomer.

"I'm never letting go until you let go!" Butch cut into the conversation.

"THIS IS NOT A GAME! MY LIFE IS IN DANGER!" Boomer started hyperventilating. He started to climb to the front of the car.

"What are you doing, Boomer? Stay in the back. There's no room up here for you." Butch told him, I could sense the fear in his voice. Boomer isn't allowed in the front of the car because that's when he becomes a danger to everyone. On his way to the front, he stepped on my head.

"Watch it Boomer." I told him. He probably put dirt in my hair from his boots. I just washed my hair this morning. What a waste of time. I got completely distracted and tried to get the dirt out of my hair with the hand that wasn't pulling Butch's hair. Damn dirt was stubborn. Maybe I should get my hair done by a professional . . .That would be nice. What if I got it dyed grey or something . . . That could be a horrible idea, maybe not grey. Hmm . . .

"Boomer, NO! Get away from there!" I was dragged back into reality with pleads from Butch. I noticed what happened in the few short seconds I drifted off. Boomer was now sitting on my lap, trying to drive the car. We begun to swerve even more than we were originally because Boomer had no fucking clue about what he was doing.

"Brick, can you please stop him before we die!" Butch inquired. I had to pull Butch by the hair toward the driver's seat to lift myself up.

"Don't pull so hard, this is my hair you have." Butch gave me an attitude. I'll let it slide this time, but only this once. I pulled my attention to Boomer. I tried to pry his left hand off the steering wheel, but it felt welted to the wheel.

"Boomer let go of the wheel." I tried to sound calm, so he would become calm, but now that I actually think about it that kinda makes no sense.

"NO! SOMEONE HAS TO DRIVE!" He was the only one in the car still panicking. I tried looking him in the eye, but I saw something I didn't expect.

"Boomer, are you crying?" I asked him this, but he probably won't answer me.

"Brick," Butch caught my attention. "Is he really crying?" He asked me in a whisper.

"Yeah, I think." I replied. When someone starts to cry, Butch usually is the one who goes soft and tries to turn into the good guy. Especially, if Boomer's the one who cries. I felt a sudden ease, noticing Butch let go of my hair let go of his.

"Hey Boomer, it's ok. You don't have to cry about it," Butch said with his voice suddenly calm. I hate it when Butch is like this. He treats Boomer like he's a baby, when he's not. He's a grown man, well almost a grown man . . . Anyways, he shouldn't be treated like he's a baby because if Butch continues this Boomer won't grow up. He'll just run to someone as soon as a problem arises, and he won't think for himself.

"Boomer, if you go to the back, I'll sit with you back there." Butch proposed.

"You will?" Boomer sniffled through the whole sentence, well more like two words.

"Yeah, just get off Brick's lap and go to the back." Butch gave him exact direction of what to do and if he keeps giving him directions when he in trouble, he'll want directions on how to get through life. Boomer won't understand that life doesn't come with a set of directions. I watch as Boomer struggled to the back of the car. I finally took control of the car. Before Butch could move to the back, I stopped him.

"Should you really treat him like this? Like a little kid?" I whispered this to him, but I already knew what he would say.

"I'm his big brother... It's my job." He whispered back, before heading to the back of the car. Whatever, I never should've asked in the first place. It was a waste of air.

Butch

I was riding in the back with Boomer, but as soon as we went back here he basically fell asleep instantly. I don't know the big deal with Brick, he thinks I treat Boomer like a kid and I do . . . I know I do, but I don't understand the big deal. Brick should thank me anyways, I pretty much cleaned up the mess he made. He's the one who made Boomer cry in the first place, if he didn't give me an attitude when I asked him when we were gonna get there, I never would've grabbed his hair and he would've never grabbed mine. He would've still been driving and Boomer would've still been happily asleep. All of it is his fault. But to be honest, I don't really care. I'm glad to help Boomer out . . . Brick's just a dick that's all. Yeah . . . Yeah!

For awhile, I just sat there and looked out the window. We were driving for a long time. To long for me.

"Damn, were almost out of gas." I heard Brick mumble under his breath.

"Well, there's a gas station up ahead." I added.

As Brick turned into the gas station, I saw a sign a little further down that read: WELCOME TO THE CITY OF TOWNSVILLE

It was never really clear to me weather Townsville was a town, city, or village. I guess it's a question I'll never know the answer to, but it's not like I really cared. It wasn't something that would haunt me for life if I didn't find the answer.

I watched as Brick got out the car to pump gas. It was then I noticed how sore my legs were. I sat in the care for about three hours without a break.

I got out of the car to stretch my legs. I watch Brick pay for the gas with a card that didn't look like it belonged to him he.

"Whose credit card?"

"Huh? Oh, I don't know. I think I was walking around one day and I saw it. The person hasn't canceled the card yet, so it's still good." Someone lost their credit card and hasn't canceled it yet? They must have high hopes of finding it. Like high, high hopes.

"OK. Well, I'm gonna see what they have inside." I told him. There was no real reason I had to wait out here.

"I'll go with you." He must be bored of the car too.

Once we got inside you could feel they had the air conditioning on full-blast.

"It feels like winter in here," Brick sounded like he wanted to leave immediately. "Why do they want it so cold in here- Food!"

Only after Brick mentioned food did I realize how hungry I was. None off us ate all day. We just packed and left that was it, we didn't stop on the way for food. And I didn't even notice until now.

"Butch, come over here!" Brick had excitement in his voice.

I walked over to a big display of sandwiches in plastic containers Brick was standing next to. He had two in his hand.

"Stuff these in your pants." He told me.

"Why can't they go in your pants? Why do they have to go in mine?" He gave me a look.

"Just do it before someone sees."

"No," He can't tell me what to do."You're not my boss." After I said that, there was a moment of silence. Then, in a quick movement he shoved the two containers down my pants. I can't believe him.

"That was really gay, Brick. Grabbin' on me like that." That was all I had to say to him.

"Here," He handed me a third one. "Boomer probably will want one."

"How do you know?" I asked him.

"You know if Boomer sees us with food he'll feel left out and then he'll whine and complain the rest of the way there." He snapped at me. Well, he had a good point, Boomer would do that.

I snatched the third sandwich from him and stuffed it down my pants with the others. I walked around the store a bit. There was actually a lot of cool stuff in here. I wanna take all of it.

Bubbles

"Blossom, did you see that?" I whispered over to my sister to get her attention.

"See what, Bubbles?" She seemed interested in a snow globe, that looked pretty cheap to me.

"You didn't see that guy try to touch that other guy's stuff." My other sister Buttercup joined the conversation. She obviously saw it.

"Touch his 'stuff'? What do you mean touch his 'stuff'?" What is there not to understand? It's pretty clear to me. Does she not understand what the word 'stuff' represents.

"You didn't see it, Blossom? That redhead guy tried to touch the guy with the spikey black hair- No, no he didn't even try he just shoved his hand down his pants." I explained it the best I could.

"Yup." Buttercup confirmed. She was stealing some candy from the display by the register. It looks like nobody's working, so it was ok. It's kinda dumb to leave a store with nobody working, though.

"Really," Blossom said in a 'I can't believe it' tone. "Do you think their, like, together?" Maybe... Mean, I guess it's a possibility.

"Someone go ask one of them." Buttercup suggested.

"Umm . . . I'm not gonna do it." Blossom said, and Buttercup didn't say anything, she just stared at me.

"Ok, I guess I'll do it."

"Of course you will, Bubbles. You have the most heart out of all of us." Buttercup cheered in a sarcastic type of way.

I turned way from them. "Bitch." I mumbled at her. I made my way toward the spikey haired boy.

"I heard that, Bubbles!" Buttercup yelled. "Whatever!" I yelled back at her.

The boy was facing away from me, he was looking at a shelf of snap backs. How I am suppose to go about this? Should I just be straight forward? Yeah, straight forward is the best way for me.

"Umm . . . Hi!" I squeaked. I caught his attention, when he turned around he smiled at me.

"Well, hi there." He had a very husky voice, his jet black hair stood straight up in individual spikes, the color of his eyes were as dark as pine trees, and his muscles practically burst out of his black v-neck. He also had white skinny jeans on with white and black sneakers. His skin was almost the color of milk, he was incredibly handsome. He's not my type though, I don't date gay guys and I'm pretty sure they don't wanna date me either.

"So . . . uh, are you gay?" I didn't really wanna waste all my time to get to the question. So I just asked him directly.

He only stared at me, he looked pretty confused, too. Maybe he's in the closet and doesn't want anyone to know.

"You should be proud about who you're with, make a commitment," If I'm gonna get into people's business like this, I should at least give some good advice along the way. But I really can't believe I just told him to commit, 'cause I don't even know the definition of the word.

"And I personally think you should tell your family and friends, I mean, I'm sure they'd like to know something as important as what gender you're gonna marry . . . and . . . and."

I stopped talking because I rambled so much, I forgot what I was even talking about in the first place.

The boy was still staring at me with the same confused expression. Maybe he thinks I'm right? But it's not like I'm surprised, I'm always right.

Brick

There were two mysterious girls toward the front, that were staring at me. Just staring. And they weren't trying to hide it either. I tried my best not to look at them, but even then I could feel their eyes on me. They might as well drill holes through me.

One of the girls had perfectly wavy sooty black hair that stopped mid-back, there was a part in the middle of her chin length bangs, that allowed them to frame her face. Her eyes were like a chartreuse green. She was wearing a black hoodie- Well, more of a half black hoodie that said 'pineapple dance' in white print. It showed her stomach up to her belly button, which revealed a yellow butterfly belly button ring. She had on regular black sweatpants that also said 'pineapple dance' down the leg, her shoes were all-white converse.

The other girl had her strawberry blonde hair scooped up in a messy bun . . . a very messy bun. Half her hair wasn't really in, but wasn't completely hanging out. She had on a plain white t-shirt, that was tied in the back with a rubber band. Her skinny jeans were a light tan color and she had on completely orange high top trainers. She had three earrings going up each ear. They looked like a matching set because they were all diamonds, just different sizes. Largest to smallest. Her eyes were like cotton candy . . .

Pink eyes . . . ? They kinda looked . . . familiar. But the thing is, I don't know this girl. I've never seen her before, ever in my life. I know I haven't because I wouldn't forget a face like that, not like hers. At least, I don't think I would.

"What in the world are you talking about!" I heard my brother, Butch, yell. I forgot all about him, but he sounds pretty perplexed. Perplexed. Where did I get that word from? Did I make it up? It sounds like a real word to me. Perplexed. I like the way it sound-

"NO! I'm not!" I heard Butch yet again yell. Who was he yelling at?

I peaked around the counter to get a good look. I only saw the back of another girl, but I saw Butch crystal clear.

"Yes, you are. I saw what your boyfriend tried to do- actually not even tried, I saw what boyfriend did." The girl- Butch has a boyfriend. Butch has a boyfriend. A boyfriend. Why would he tell a stranger and not me, his loving, accepting, understanding brother.

I stopped hiding and stood next to the platinum blonde. The first thing I noticed were her eyes, they were an arctic blue. Her hair was perfectly straight and stopped right at the end of back. Their was a black beanie with a ball on it that said 'badass' in white letters on her head. Her yellow short-sleeve shirt had a rips in it that showed off her back and a bit of her stomach . Her jeans were light blue and white-ish at the kneecaps. Her shoes were yellow with white in the front.

"You have a boyfriend, Butch? And you didn't even tell me about it?" I confronted him.

The blonde looked at me like she was . . . mad at me.

"Why are you acting so surprised, when you're his boyfriend!" I'm Butch's boyfriend?! Since when!

"Wait, you think that's my boyfriend!?" Butch exclaimed, while pointing at me. I'm his boyfriend?!

" He did shove his hand down your pants." She stated.

"No, no, no, no. This is just my brother." Butch sounded was more calm than before. He turned toward me.

"I told you that was gay, Brick. You shouldn't be doin' that . . . Like, I don't even know what possessed you to put your hand- I don't even wanna talk about it. You've scared me for life. It never occurred to me not once in my life my own brother would do that to me." He dramatically covered his face with his hand and started to fake cry.

He's really putting on a performance. I mean, he's going all out. He should become a-

"Whhyyy, Brick, whhyyy!" Butch screamed while dropping down on his knees. I looked back at the blonde she was standing there with her hands on her hips looking down at Butch.

Yeah, I'm walking away now.

Buttercup

I don't know what Bubbles said to them exactly, all I know is one of the guys started bawling on the floor and the other kinda just . . . left. Maybe Bubbles wasn't exactly the right person to pick. She can be a bit assertive at times. Well, what's done is done, I can't do anything now. Bubbles started to walk back over to me and Blossom.

"Yeah, I don't think they're together. They told they're brothers, but . . . I don't really care anymore." Bubbles said, making her words drawn out and long.

"I stopped caring a long time ago. Actually, as soon as you walked over there I stopped caring." Blossom added.

Was I the only one who cared . . . Did I even care? I don't really know? Is it possible to not have feelings on a certain subject, 'cause that's what I think have.

"Wait, you see that?" Blossom pointed toward the the gas station window. Bubbles and I looked out.

"Do you see what she's talking about?" Bubbles whispered over to me.

"No, I don't see anything . . . Other than air, grass, some sky, and a little bit of clouds." I whispered back.

"Do think she finally went crazy from all our nagging-"

"You guys know I can hear you right, like you two are the worst at whispering. Actually, anything in general that means being quite you guys aren't too good at it." Blossom stated.

"What is she talking about 'I know how to be quite', if anything she can't be quite. Tryin' to say I can't be quite, who does she think she is. She don't even know me like that, I mean she's only known me since birth. That's not long enough for me, for her to tell me I don't know how to be quite . . . I mean, damn. Everybody tryin' to tell you about yourself these days." Bubbles was really only whisper-yelling to me the first part of her sentence. The second part she mumbled to herself, but at a tone Blossom and I could still hear her.

"Umm . . . Ok. I was talking about that." Blossom redirected her finger. I looked back out the window.

It's the redheaded guy, putting gas in his car . . .

It was the nicest car I've ever seen, but I'm not a fan of the color. He should've gotten black . . . or white. I like them both.

Actually, this was the first time I really looked at him. He had on an all black snap-back backwards with some kind of sign I don't recognize on it, his bangs were in between the the hole above the adjustment part. His hair kinda looked like it could be a bit longer than Blossom's, but I could never be sure. Blossom's hair grows like everyday. This guy had his hair down and it stopped right at his upper thigh. He had dark vermilion red eyes, he was wearing a grey t-shirt with grey army print pants, and regular boots. His skin was fairly light, but he could never get as pale as me.

"Yeah I see it . . . so?" Bubbles asked, clearly she got over being told she's not good with being quite. I mean, I already knew I'm not quite, so I didn't really have a problem when Blossom told me I wasn't. But Bubbles probably doesn't notice how much she screams when she talks. Well, maybe she doesn't scream, but she's not quite either.

"We should steal that car." Blossom suggested.

"How? He's probably has the key on him?" I asked her.

"Well, I don't know . . . ? Someone go talk to him. You know what I'll save us the time, I volunteer Bubbles to go." Blossom said while smiling at Bubbles.

"Um, Is that really a good idea? Last time we sent Bubbles to go talk to someone, she made a grown man cry. So, like maybe I should go?" I intervened.

"What are you talking about, I never made that guy cry. His boyfrien- his brother did," She corrected. "Plus, it looks likes he's laughing now."

I looked back over to the spikey haired guy. Yup, those fake cries turned into real cries of laughter.

"Buttercup, if you're gonna go, go." Bubbles told me.

"Don't rush me!" I yelled before leaving the gas station. I don't even remember why we were there in the first place. But it was probably for something dumb.

I walked him to the tall redhead. What am I talking to him about exactly? Like what do I say, 'Can I have your car keys and take your car.'

"Can I help you . . .?" He snapped me out of my thoughts.

Maybe I standing there for to long and he just noticed I was behind him. It looked like he was done with getting gas. Well, now what?

"Uh yeah you can help me I need um," I looked around for something to distract him with. Should I just get a big rock and hit him in the head with it, 'cause at this point I don't know what to do.

I looked back up at him. He was just staring at me, waiting for an answer. I looked at the gas station window. My sisters were there watching us. I gazed in the inside of his car.

The key! The key was in the ignition. All I would have to do is get him away from the car really quick.

"Yeah, um, your brother says he needs you . . . It's an emergency." I lied to him.

He mumbled something to himself about wanting 'to leave already' before going back into the gas station.

I opened the car door and took the key out of the ignition. I signaled my sisters to come out.

"You got the key?" Bubbles asked.

I held it up to Blossom and Bubbles. "Yup, I got it." I said with ease.

"Wait a minute, that's the key?" Blossom questioned.

"Yeah, why?" I'm confused.

"Well," Blossom picked another key off the chain. "This key looks exactly like it." She stated.

"It could just be an extra car key." Bubbles added. Blossom slightly laughed.

"That goes to show you how smart boys are. They put the extra key on the same key chain as the original. It's stuff like this that makes me wonder if boys think or no-"

"I think they're coming back guys." Bubbles cut her off.

I clipped off one of the car keys from the chain and put the key back into the ignition and closed the door. I ran over to the trunk and opened it. Without me saying anything, my sisters automatically got in. It would be a tight fit, but we could manage. I took the key from the trunk and slipped it into my pocket.

"Excusez-moi." I showed off the little bit of french I knew before squeezing into the trunk too. Blossom hurried and slammed the trunk closed from the inside.

"Someone's hand is touching my butt and I don't know who it is. And what my hand are touching and I won't say what it feels like, but just know it feels gross." Bubbles awkwardly confessed.

"Ssshhh, they're coming." Blossom interrupted Bubbles' complaining.

I saw Bubbles about to go off, so I quickly covered her mouth.

"I did not! I mean, yeah I was gonna keep you out here waiting for a bit, but I was gonna come back out on my own. If anything that girl lied to you, 'cause I didn't send anyone to get you." Obviously the spikey haired guy was talking to the redheaded guy and was trying to explain how I lied to him.

"Whatever, let's just go already." The redhead sounded a bit tired, he's not gonna be driving is he?

It was awhile before we started moving.

"It's dark in here," Blossom stated. "And it's hot, I'm getting a bit sweat-"

"Wait, did we really think this through," Bubbles stopped Blossom. "What if they aren't even going to Townsville. What if they're just, ya know, passing through. What if we fall asleep and wake up in Asia. Then what?" Bubbles started to panic.

"I'll tell you what we're gonna do. We're gonna get out off this fucking trunk and walk home!" Blossom exclaimed.

I don't wanna walk home, that's to far! But like that's gonna happen. Bubbles' improbable worries were getting to me.

"Wait-" Bubbles tried to talk but, I cut her off.

"It's not gonna happen, Cupcakes." I assured her. I used to call her 'Cupcakes' when we were little, but she told me to stop. Bringing the old nickname up again amused me.

"You know I hate that," Bubbles stated." Anyways, this is a big deal! I've been trying to tell you: I think we locked ourselves in the car!"

What is she talking about? I would never just lock myself in a car like that.

"Let me explain: we are in the trunk, the key is also in the trunk, so when it's time to get out the trunk, how are we gonna put the key in the trunk from the inside?" Bubbles pronounced every word very slowly and carefully.

"Oh fuck! How fucking dumb am I? I didn't think this through and now were stuck in a fucking trunk. I walked right into this, I literally used my own two legs willingly and then I shut the trunk! I shut it, while I was inside!" Blossom mumbled to herself about the situation.

Well, I for one am not surprised. We do dumb shit like this all the time. I've just accepted it: We don't think, we do. And obliviously when we do, we do hardcore.

"So . . . um now what?" Bubbles asked in a scared tone. I think I know what she's scared of. The answer.

"What we do now is . . . wait." Blossom replied.

It's gonna be a long night.

Boomer

I yawned as I felt reality coming back to me. I was interrupted when I felt a hard object hit me. I looked at my lap to see what it was. There was a container full of . . . mush.

"It got a little messed up in my pants, but it's still go-" I interrupted Butch.

"What the hell is this?!" I yelled at him.

It looked like throw up in a container, that Butch decided to call food. And I especially don't want to eat anything that's from Butch's pants. Why would he put food (Or whatever this is) in there anyway. I just don't see the point.

"Well, it used to be a sandwich, but . . . Stuff happened to it." Butch nonchalantly said.

I took the container of a former 'sandwich' in my hand. Where did he get a sandwich from? Am I missing something? Guess that's what happens when you sleep the day away, when one exciting or semi-exciting event happens you miss it. Oh well.

I felt the car's motion stop.

"Well, we're here." I could hear the tired in Brick's voice.

I wonder what took us so long in the first place? We left early in the morning and now it's night time. Brick must be a slow driver. Yeah. A slow driver. I hopped out the car quickly to stretch, while leaving the 'sandwich' behind. I was a prisoner to the car all day, my bones even got sore. Or is that impossible?

I looked around the area. All the houses were pretty much structured the same. None of the houses looked any different, same tan color, same big size, same damn house. There was only one house that really deserved a second glance.

The house across the street. It was . . . rainbow colored. At the very bottom of the house it was red that turned into orange which turned into yellow. In the middle the yellow turned to a light green that turned into a darker green. At top the dark green turned into light blue that stopped at dark purple.

The octagon porch the rest of the houses had were just plain wood, no color. The rainbow house's porch was painted yellow and so were the frames' of the windows.

The house had a lot ultimately going on.

"Who do you think lives there?" I originally was gonna ask Brick, but he was already on the porch trying to get in with his keys. He seemed a bit frustrated.

"Crackheads. Don't go over there." He stated as he went toward Brick.

Crackheads? I would say hippies, but whatever. I followed Brick and Butch.

Brick seemed to be having trouble getting the key into the slot. He just kept missing. But I stayed patient as his attempts became countless.

"Give me the damn key!" Butch took action as he snatched the key away from Brick. Shock appeared onto Brick's face.

Instantly a fight broke out. Well, kinda a fight. Brick grabbed at Butch's hair and in return Butch grabbed at Brick's.

"I'm the one who drove us here! I get to open the door!" Brick demanded.

So, that's what this is about? Pretty pointless, I mean does it matter who opens the door?

"I wanna open the door! I deserve too open this door!" Butch demanded right back.

"You deserve too? What have you done, other than put a few sandwiches in your pants, to deserve to open the door?" Brick questioned.

"What have I done? What have I done?! I'll tell you what I did-" I tuned out their rambling, when I noticed Butch dropped the keys on the porch. I picked them up and went to the door. Right when I was about to unlock it I was stopped.

"Boomer, no! I'm gonna open it!" Brick said savage-like.

"No! I'm going to open it." Butch added.

I noticed they were no longer targeting each other, but now I'm the target. Butch and Brick started to creep over toward me.

Was opening the door this important?! I backed away from them slowly going toward the steps.

"Are guys ok?" I asked.

"Give me the key!" Brick yelled, as he tackled me to the ground. I held the key in my hand, I had it in a vise-like grip. When he grabbed my hand I held it even tighter. I struggled as Butch and Brick tried to pry my hand open.

I tried to wiggle myself from under Brick. I covered his face with my hand, when I was looking for support to push myself from under him.

"Eww, you're hand tastes like mustard." Brick stated.

"Does it?" Butch asked like he really wanted to know.

Right when they were distracted, I ran for it. I went to Brick's car and locked myself in. Soon after, they were right at the back seat's window where I was sitting. I watched as Brick tried the door.

"Boomer, unlock the door." He sounded normal, but I couldn't be sure they wouldn't go crazy again.

"No," I replied. "I'm never coming out. You'll never get this key from me, never!" I hope I got my point across. I watched as they shared glances.

"It's gonna be a long night." Brick sighed.

Blossom

DAMN IT. I can't believe this. I'm stuck inside a trunk, when I could be somewhere else getting high and getting drunk. But, no I'm in a trunk sober and low. Low. Is that a thing. I probably made that up just now.

"Do you smell tire?" Bubbles asked out of nowhere.

"Tire? What do you mean, like a car tire,"I inquired. "How do you smell tha- Like what does it smell like?"

"I think I smell it too," Buttercup added. "Is there a tire in here?" I heard Bubbles and Buttercup start to search for a tire that may or may not exist.

"Blossom are you helping? I can't tell 'cause everything is black, but if you're not, start and if you are . . . Continue." Buttercup said. I'm not about to look for some tir-

"What's this?" Bubbles mumbled to herself.

"Whatever it is don't touch." Buttercup and I said simultaneously. Obviously, she didn't listen because before I knew it, I was in the car. My sisters and I were tangled up on the floor of the car.

"Bubbles what did you touch?" Buttercup asked her. I'm just happy to be free! And I'm not sure what time it is, but if it's still night time, the night is still young.

I felt a sudden relief of weight. Apparently, Buttercup was already at the wheel and Bubbles was sitting at the passengers seat.

"Hey, look! Our house!" Bubbles pointed across the street.

I sat up and glanced around at the interior, but something caught my eye. A person. He seemed in awe. We were staring dead into each others' eyes.

His hair was a light ash blonde color, his black elastic headband was pushing his shoulder-length spikes downward. Which allowed his ear piercings to show tiny sapphires. His eyes were like a steel blue. He was wearing an orange v-neck with black skinny jeans. He was wearing grey sneakers that reminded me of a pair I already own. He was wearing a bead bracket on his left hand and a matching bead necklace.

Pounding on the window we were at interrupted my thoughts. It was the other two boys from the gas station.

"Boomer, what are you doing! Don't let them steal the car!" One of them yelled, but the boy was shell shocked. All he could do is stare.

"I think I figured out how to work this thing!" I could hear Buttercup celebrating. The car went back, in what felt like full speed. And I banged my head against the boy's knee. I guess that was what he needed to snap out of it, though I doubt it hurt him more than me.

"What are you doing?! This isn't yours! You can't take it," He started to yell. He looked out the window. "My brothers!"

So they're all related, huh? Never would've guessed! But by now we were far from them. At the speed Buttercup was going we already were across town from them.

I sat next to the boy. "So, what's your name?" I asked to try and take his mind of the 'situation' he was in.

"Huh? M-My name? B-Boomer. My name's Boomer." He nervously stumbled over his words. He looked at me scared. Boomer. I hope I don't forget that later, but I doubt I'll remember.

"Blossom there's a person back there?" Bubbles whispered to me.

"Yeah, and he's sorta scared out of his mind right now, so don't be so forward-" Before I could even finish, she already started.

"So what's your name? Do you know those other guys, the redhead and the spikey haired guy? And you look scared, are you scared? Anyways I'm Bubbles and this is my sister Buttercup." Bubbles asked all at once.

"Um . . . Well, Boomer. Those are my brothers, and yes I'm a bit scared . . . And it's nice to meet you, I guess." He answered.

"You're related?" Buttercup added into the conversation.

"I couldn't believe it at first either," I said to her. I was what she was driving, there were complicated buttons and levers. One button caught my eye. It was silver and shiny and big and nice and I had to touch it. I got up and I stared at it.

"What does it do?"I asked myself as I pushed it. I watched in awe as the top of the car went down and wind blew in my hair. I sat back in my seat and saw Boomer smile. The wind was blowing through his hair, too.

"This isn't so bad is it?" I asked him. To be honest, I was really curious to know how he felt.

"Actually, this is fun!" He exclaimed.

"Well, I've been drivin' around, but I was really going anywhere so . . . where do you guys guys wanna go?" Buttercup asked.

"Where to do you wanna go, Boomer?" Bubbles asked.

"Well, I don't know I just moved here, like six minutes ago." He replied.

"You just moved here? Well, we're gonna show you the best night of your life. Trust me." Buttercup assured him.

"You aren't scared anymore are you?" I asked him.

"No . . . This is actually the highlight of my day!" He seemed enthusiastic.

"You're night is just getting started. We're off to 'Vodka City'!" Bubbles yelled up at the sky.

Vodka City? That's a good club I guess, but it depends on who's working. 'Cause technically you have to be 21 and . . . We're 18 and however old Boomer is. Only the security guard C.J will let us in. We just may be sneaking in. Who knows.

All I know is I'm ready for the night.

Butch

I look over to Brick who looked confused, just as much as I was. He ran his finger through his hair. Those girls from the gas station stole his car . . . and we couldn't do anything, but watch. Why were they even in the trunk? At what point did they get in the trunk . . .? I'm lost here, like what happened? Boomer was in the car and Brick and I tried to tell him not to let them just take the car, but he really was no help at all.

"Did you put those girls in the trunk . . .? Are you a kidnapper?" I sincerely asked him. He turned to me and looked like he was ready to kill. There was a moment of silence until he went off.

"No, I didn't put them in the trunk! Are you crazy! How do you know they came from the trunk?! All I saw was some girl driving off with my car! And all I know is that you kidnapped them." He yelled.

"Ok, look I'm not judging or anything, but I've seen this on TV . . . Someone kidnaps someone else and then someone else confronts that person who kidnapped the someone else and the person who kidnapped someone else tries to blame it on the person who confronted the person for kidnapping someone . . . So I'll ask you one more time Brick, are you a kidnapper?" I asked him once again.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT," He yelled pretty close to my face. "You're stuck on this kidnapping thing and I wanna get my car back!"

"Did you brush you teeth today?" That was the one question I was dying to ask. His breath smelled like . . . nastiness. Is that a scent?

I saw pure animosity in his face . . . And then all emotion disappeared from his face.

"It's not even about my car anymo- You know what fuck the car, we need the key to get in this house." Brick decided

"But if we get the key, we might as well take the car, too . . . Since it's on the same key chain and all." I reminded him of that, but it didn't look like he cared anymore.

"You wanna just run there?" He asked me.

"Run there? How do we know where 'there' is?" I challenged.

He pointed toward the ground. "Smoke from my exhaust pipe," He stated. I followed his finger to a heavy coat of grey smoke. "All we have to follow it."

"Well, we don't have to run." I told him. There is no way I'm gonna run. No way in hell. I need to preserve my energy for something much more important, like watching TV and eating chips.

I looked around for something useful, but there were only cars, fire hydrants, and . . . Road. Wait a minute cars, CARS! They were all around us. I ran up to the nearest one, for some dumb reason I actually tried the door, but I ended up pulling the whole thing off. I threw the spare part to the side, and got in.

"How are you gonna start the car?" He asked while breaking the passenger window and sliding inside.

I removed the plastic cover on the steering column, to find the wiring harness connector. I pulled the battery, ignition, and starter wire bundle to the side. I pulled wires apart from force and twisted them together. Then . . . I waited. Abruptly, I heard the engine purr.

I put the car in drive, about to hit the gas.

"Do you know how to drive?" Brick asked nervously.

"Of course I do!" I snapped back at him. Who needs to learn how to push down on the gas pedal? I certainly don't.

I stepped all the way down on the gas. I could here Brick hit his seat. I followed the heavy smoke, running lights, dodging cars, and speeding.

"Oh God, I'm gonna throw up!" He mumbled to himself. I'm not that bad of a driver.

"At least we're actually getting somewhere, unlike when you drive!" I accused him. He drives one mile per hour.

I noticed the smoke trail getting thicker. "We're almost there, anywa-" I was cut off by a fleet impact, I felt glass flying everywhere. What happened? I opened my eyes from closing them from the brunt. Immediately, I saw another car up against my hijacked one. Our two hoods became one, and by the looks of it, their car got the worst of it.

I saw a guy right where the impact happened, glancing between me and the crash, yelling something I couldn't quite make out. Not because I was stunned from the crash, but because they weren't speaking English, the one language I really knew.

Before I knew it, the stranger was heading toward me, screaming and yelling in what sounded like insanity. Yeah, a language called insanity. Maybe, the collision was his fault and not mine. He doesn't seem like the type of person who should be allowed to drive, 'cause for one he looked like a crack head. For two, he didn't look like he could even reach the break pedal. And for three he looks like a murderer, I wouldn't be scared if he was, I just don't like insanity.

"Brick! Brick, get out!" I started to panic, as the stranger came closer to my door. I don't feel like dealing with crazy, they go on for hours about nonsense. I would know, I live with crazy people.

Brick turned to look at me. His face was blue looking and he seemed violently ill.

"Are you ok?" I asked concernly. He looked away from me and unlocked his door as he slowly trotted out. As soon as he was no longer in my way, I climbed over to passenger side to escape. There was a large purple puddle with green chunks in it covering the whole exit and Brick was right at the side of it, wiping his mouth, smiling, and no longer looking blue and sick.

If I was to step out of this car right now, I'd be stepping in a puddle of Brick's disgusting purple and green chunky vomit. Fun. But I'm not doing it. If I tried going the other way, a crazy person would try to touch me. I'm not doing that either.

"Bro, are coming out?!" He demanded.

"Yeah. Once you get a mop and clean this shit up," I snapped at him. "Throwing up like that, you should be ashamed."

I don't really know why I was so mad. Maybe just irritable and tired.

I put my hand up on the roof of the car and easily pulled myself up. At this point the crazy guy went, like, full crazy. He started dancing around, he took his flip flops off and hit them together, he was making monkey noises, and shaking his head around in random directions.

And then he noticed Brick. He stopped all movement and stared at him.

"Why is he looking at me like that, I don't like that." Brick questioned. The man was short, skinny, with a bald head and a long grey beard.

He slowly walked toward Brick, like he was a deer he didn't want to scare away.

"What the hell . . ." I heard Brick mumble.

Then man started to move a bit faster toward Brick, it wasn't until Brick took a step back, the man actually started to full-blown chase him. In circles around the car Brick ran with the stranger in chase.

"Are you going to help me or just stand on the car?! Sir! Sir, stop following me! I don't like it!" Brick actually tried to communicate with him, but if I learned one thing over the years, I learned you don't communicate with crazy. It just can't be done.

I jumped off the car missing Brick's purple and green chunky vomit.

"There's two! Ooo, I'mma have some good eatin' tonight!" The stranger exclaimed, pausing his chase and clapping his feet together.

"He wants to eat us?" Brick asked me in a whisper. I could only shrug my shoulders in reply.

Did he want to eat us? Did I look appetizing to him? I mean, I know I look good, but I don't want to look good to the point someone wants to eat me. That's just nasty.

Right when the man started to drool, I gagged. That's nasty, drooling in public. For babies it's ok, but not adults, even crazy ones.

"I'mma grill ya up right on da grill!" Once he started to explain how he was gonna cook us, I lost it.

I picked a random direction and ran and right when I ran I heard footsteps behind, which ultimately made me run even faster.

"Stop running so fast!" I heard Brick yell. Immediately I stopped, not because he told me to, but because I no longer had to.

"I thought you were the cannibal! I thought you were gonna eat me!" I explained.

"Bro, look," Brick pointed to the old man that was at least two miles away. "He's not catching up to us. And what made you think he could run that fast anyway?"

"I don't know-do I look like I was thinking, I was running. I had no time to think." I said. Then, we just stood there for a while. What were we originally doing?

"Well, there's the smoke, it looks pretty thick so we must be close . . . We could just run the rest of the way." He suggested.

Oh yeah, the keys. Well, it doesn't matter how close we are: I'm not running. End of story.

"You can run, but I won't." I told him.

I got out of the road and onto the sidewalk and stuck my thumb up.

"Are you serious? Hitchhiking? It's like two in the morning, nobodies gonna be driving this time of night." Brick blabbered.

Well, are you gonna carry me on your back?" I questioned him. Brick sighed. And joined me on the sidewalk, thumb up.

Few cars went and came, but none seemed to stop. Maybe this was a bad ide-

SCREECH

A big black limo pulled up toward us, coming out of nowhere and the very back was facing us. The black window slowly went down.

"Need a ride, sexies?" A high-pitched thin voice said. Sexies? What the hell? There was no one facing the window, so I couldn't see . . . anything.

"Um . . . yes?" Brick said, in an unsure tone. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this either.

"Well, come on in." The mysterious voice seemed like it was attempting to sound welcoming, but it wasn't working.

"You can go first." Brick whispered to me. I just gave him a glance, then I was about to open the door, when I paused. I looked back at Brick.

"You know we could just turn around and run, we don't have to do this . . ." I suggested.

"But I thought you weren't running?" He said in a 'you better do this' tone. Without giving it a second thought, I opened the door and slipped in and Brick followed pursuit.

I hope I don't regret this. I hope, I hope, I hope.

. . . This was a bad idea . . .

Before Brick and I were about four naked men. Naked.. Not clothed. Everything hanging out. For my eyes to see. Right in front of me.

"So what are you two doing out this time of night?" The same mystery voice asked. I looked over toward Brick, next to him was a girl.

Her face was, um . . . not that nice looking, is all I'll say. Her face was rather round, she had brown eyes and freckles on her face. She had light brown puffy matted looking hair in two pigtails on the sides of her head. Her yellow shirt, wasn't really a shirt it only covered her boobs, said 'princess' in cursive black print. She was wearing purple skirt, but there really wasn't a point since most of her butt was hanging out of it. She was wearing purple heels that were, like, six inches. So, basically she looked like a slut.

"Well, you guys can come with me, but we have to make one more stop, first." She said.

"Sorry, but we have to g-" Brick tried to explain our situation to her, but she shushed him with a finger to his lips.

"I've never seen you two here before, where'd you come from?" She took her finger off his lips. He turned to me, where she couldn't see, and he took the sleeve off my shirt and wiped his lips all over it quickly and turned back. He just wiped his lips on my shirt . . . and he threw up! He wiped his throw up lips on me!

Before I could do anything back to him, I slipped half way out my seat from the sudden stop of the limo. Brick looked at me like 'why are you on the floor?'. Maybe this limo driver doesn't know what he or she is doing.

"Oh, we're here already? This is the quick stop I was talking about." She reminded.

The limo door flung open with a force that could fling the whole thing off. I took a glance to see the culprits.

Three girls were standing there, looking slightly, um . . . Irritated. One of the girls had her ashy-blonde knee length hair, in two enormous curly ponytails on the top of her head. She had cornflower blue eyes, that matched her whole outfit. She had on a light blue v-neck, that showed her . . . everything. A matching black mini shirt and black heels.

The second girl had her flaming red hair, that was all the way to her calves, in one thick ponytail. Tied on her ponytail was a crinkled up red bow that was as long as her hair. She was wearing a red blouse, that was puffy on her shoulders, and tucked in her plaid skirt that was red and black. Her eyes were red and beady. She had the same heels as the other girl.

The last girl had the most going on. She had a skin-tight black tank top. Under her black skirt she had green fishnet tights, with the same black heels. This is where shit got crazy. She had on two green bracelets on each arm that had spikes that were like obsidian knives . . . If that's even a thing. She had a matching green belt with the same intimidating short swords for spikes. . . And her hair kinda resembled mine, just less flawless . . . But now that I really look, she has nice jade green eyes . . .

"What took you so long!" The green-eyed girl demanded in a horrid shrill voice, that made my ears slightly ring. Those eyes aren't so pretty, anymore.

"Oh, stop complaining! I'm here aren't I," The girl who picked us up snapped. "Just get in, I have a little present."

"Didn't you say that last time?" The redhead said as she got in, and the other two followed pursuit.

"Ew . . . Why are they naked?" The blonde asked. I guess the four naked men in the limo had the spotlight. As the attention was on them, I leaned over to Brick.

"We need to get outta here." I whispered to him.

"I don't know how we're gonna do it." He whispered back.

Don't tell me we're stuck with these . . . People.

"This is a horrible idea, hitchhiking, why did you think this up?" I whispered.

"This was your idea. I wanted to run the rest of the way." He reminded me.

Oh yeah, this was my idea.

"Well, who told you to listen to me?" I asked him, unaware we were getting slightly louder.

"I don't know, but now that I think about it, I should've just left you," I heard a bit of regret in his voice. "So, you could deal with this on your own."

"Well, you didn't! You came with me and were stuck together, so get me out of her-" Before I could finish, there was a loud screech.

And before I knew it, ice-cold hands were roaming my whole body. "Is he mine?" The green-eyed girl asked.

Me? Hers? Never. What makes her think she could handle all this? Nobody could ever handle all this.

Before anybody could answer, which I don't know who she was even asking, I answered.

"If I'm ever gonna be anybodies, they have to cook for me, clean for me, feed me by hand themselves-"

"Yes, they're both yours." The freckled girl cut me off.

I caught her hands before they touch me again. How is somebody I don't even know gonna give me away like this . . .? This is unacceptable.

Before I could say anything, Brick stepped in.

"Look, um, we have to go. We have people that we need to find. So, if you don't mind could you just drop us off or something?"

"No, no you're staying with us to 'Vodka City', you two will be our escorts." The redhead girl wearing the wrinkled bow basically told us we're not leaving. "Trust me you'll have a good time, and if you don't I'll just drug you into a good time. Ha, everyone we'll be jealous." She finished as she ran her fingers through Brick's hair.

"Um . . . Can we leave?" One of the naked guys spoke up. I almost forgot the four of them were there. Almost. In reality, in the back of my mind I was constantly trying to think of their possible purpose of being naked, but nothing reasonable was coming to mind other than them being human like robots that were here to server.

"No." The freckled girl sternly snapped back.

"This isn't fair! I have nobody to own!" The blonde spoke up.

"Well, I onl-" The freckled girl fell out of her seat when the limo went to a stop. I managed to stay in my seat.

"Ooo, I think were here! Come on, I wanna show you off to everyone." Brick was practically manhandle out of the limo and I watched as the freckled girl, the blond, and the four naked men get out to . . . Which I'm pretty sure it's illegal to go around, you know, naked.

As I slid toward the door, it was slammed shut.

"Why don't we stay in here for a bit," I felt the same icy hands again. "Anyways, my name's Brute."

"Ok. Look . . . Brute, um, I don't even wanna be here right now, ok? So I rather not be . . . evolved with anything that has do with . . . you, ok?" I tried to talk to her as gentle as I could.

"It doesn't matter what you want, what matters is what I want." She explained harshly in my ear. "And I want you, so I'll have you. So, you're mine. The end."

And before I knew it I was out of the limo, having my hand smashed by this . . . Brute. Maybe this is her version of hand holding?

"I'm pretty sure they won't let me in." I told her.

"Oh, they'll let us in alright," She said, walking up to the security guard. For a while they just stared at each other. "Move." She barked at the guard.

I guess that was all it took, 'cause he unhooked the red rope and we were on our way inside.

As soon as we hit the darkness, I ran for it. Anywhere, but with her was where I wanna be.

"Hey! Where are you going . . . ? I didn't get a chance to show you off yet." I could hear her whine.

It'll be the death of my if I get seen with her. When I could no longer here her complaining, I stopped running and took a look around. And I gotta say that this place was pretty packed, and they were blasting the music.

I tried to escape a group of girls dancing on me . . . If only I was in the partying mood, but right now I only wanna get the key to the house and go to bed.

"Butch!" I could hear a voice that only could belong to Brick. He dragged me out of the crowd.

"He's here! Boomer's here! I saw my car in the parking lot," He said with pure joy. "That means all we gotta do is find him, jump him, take the keys and go home without him as revenge."

"What? No. No, I'm not gonna do that. Look, apparently you're kinda . . . Out of it so, you'll just find him and go, ok?" I advised.

"Okay, whatever." He answered back.

"Okay, so where do we start?" I asked him. Then, he took a long hard sigh and looked in a few directions.

Damn it.

Boomer

"One . . . Two . . .Three . . . Four!" Buttercup and Bubbles counted in unison, as I shockingly watched Blossom drink a whole bottle of straight vodka in four seconds. I scrunched up my nose in disgust.

"Doesn't that taste nasty?" I asked. How could she jug that thing of poison down?

"Nooo . . . ! I-It tastes juussst like . . . juice!" Her response was so slow I stop listening at one point.

"You sure you don't wanna taste any, it is really goood!" Buttercup could barely speak right tried to persuade me to have a taste as soon as we got here. Don't get me wrong, I had a sip, but was instantly repulsed by the rubbing alcohol taste in my mouth.

"Haha . . . HAHA!" Bubbles started one of her giggle fits again.

The point is . . . All three of them were drunk out of their minds, in the way they could hardly stay in their seats at the bar. I'm not complaining though, I was still having fun watching their antics.

Then, Buttercup gasped and hiccuped. "You know what . . . What we should do . . .? We shoul- we should g-go-" Buttercup couldn't finish her sentence in time, before someone cut her off.

"THERE'S A FIGHT OUTSIDE!" A stranger yelled, flapping his arms up in the air and the place was cleared out within seconds.

"Oo, I wanna see!" Bubbles ran out, well more like stumbled and Buttercup and Blossom followed pursuit. I was surprised they stumbled themselves out of the place pretty fast. I had to slightly jog after them, which means I actually had to try to catch up with them . . . Why are they so fast? They kinda look a bit familiar . . . In a weird way or maybe I'm just crazy.

"MOVE! I can't see!" Everyone from the club was in one big circle, I guess surrounding the people who were about to throw-it-down, and Blossom, Buttercup, and Bubbles were pushing their way to the front.

As I started walking, I felt like I was being . . . Watched. Then, I felt a strong hand stopping me from going to the front.

"Hi, I'm Brat. You know you kinda look like these two boys I came with here," I had no choice, but to listen to her speak as she dragged my away from the crowd. "So what's your name?"

"Um-"

"BOOMER!" A voice that belong to no one other than my brother, Brick . . . Or maybe Butch, they sound the same. I watched both slightly run up to me.

"Yo! Bro! Like where have you been?" Brick asked me sounding a bit happy and a bit angry.

"Now that we found yo- Do you know her?" Butch changed the subject in the middle of his sentence and pointed to this random girl Brat.

"Not real-"

"Yes, he does. I'm his girlfriend," I guess Brat decided on her own. "Why do you care, do you know him?"

"Actually, yes we do him, this is our brother. And I know for a fact he's not your boyfriend. I know because Boomer isn't attracted to crazy." Brick took charge of the situation.

Butch scooted over to me. "She isn't your girlfriend, right?" He sounded a bit questioned. All I did was shake my head.

"Crazy bitches." I heard him mumble to himself. Brick and Brat were still arguing while me and Butch observed.

"HEY, MISTERS! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" I could hear, what sounds to be Blossom, yelling from the top of her lungs.

I looked behind me to see what was happening, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

Blossom was being held at gun point by about eleven police officers. Three of them were screaming some kind of rights at her and some were telling her to put her hands up. But for some crazy reason, she just wouldn't listen . . . Actually maybe she was to drunk to listen, I mean she's barley standing up as it is.

It still doesn't make sense, what could she have done in the seven minutes I haven't been with her, anyways?! Here did the police even come from?!

I quickly left the Brick and Brat scene and tried to get over to them, but before I knew it there was a police line blocking the whole scene with additional police body guarding it. I could hear Butch catching up to me.

"What happened?!" He demanded, but I was just as confused as he was.

S.W.A.T cars started pulling up with their sirens as loud as ever, which only made people start panicking. People were pushing each other to flee the scene, a few people were too slow for the crowd, tripped and were getting stomped on. Brick obviously noticed what was happening because he left Brat to herself and rushed to me and Butch.

"Is that a helicopter?" Brick pointed to the sky. When I actually saw the helicopter, I started to notice how windy it was.

"What the hell is happening?!" Butch exclaimed.

What is happening . . . ? Everything was normal and then utter chaos started going on.

Objects started flying out of the helicopter, splattering people, making them scream. Glass full of some kind of chemicals were being thrown down.

"BOOMER!" I heard a voice scream my name, I turned around to the voice to see Bubbles standing there.

"Look, we need to get out of he-" Before she could finish brick interrupted her.

"YOU! Where's my car, huh? What did you do to he-" Before Brick could even finish he was interrupted by the glass thrown right at us, that only made a enormous fire start.

"There's one of them!" A S.W.A.T member yelled, pointing in our direction. A whole group started running toward us.

"Oh, fuck no, I'm not getting caught!" Butch whisper-yelled right before running in the other direction, leaving a faint green streak after him. Brick followed in his footsteps.

"What about my car?!" I could barley hear him yell. They were both long gone.

"What's taking you so long? We gotta go now!" A new voice asked impatient.

"Buttercup , wait we nee-" Buttercup dragged Bubbles off with her, the same way Brick and Butch went.

Maybe I should run . . .?

The S.W.A.T team was coming close, closer, they were right there, and then . . . Gone. They ran right past me . . . Who do they want? Apparently not me . . . But . . . Who?Wait . . . What happened to Blossom?

By now the whole area was cleared out, the only thing left behind was broken glass and fires, which was everywhere.

Well . . . Now what . . . ?

Brick

All I know is that I'm not about to get caught by the feds. That shit is all ready out the fucking question.

"Bro, what about my car! . . . Stop running we lost them." As soon as I said that he stopped running and turned to me.

"I'm fucking done. I swear I'm done. First off, I'm tired as fuck and we still don't have the keys to the house. I'm not even messing around Brick, if I don't go to sleep soon, I'm ending my life right here right no-" Butch was rammed to the concrete before he could finish his little rant.

"What the hell, how the fuck did you two catch up to us so fast." He said appalled. Who is that . . . Actually who are they?

They picked themselves up off the ground. Wait. THOSE GIRLS.

"Come here!" I screamed at them. I ran toward them, but only the blonde one seemed intimated. I put my hand out to grab her by her neck, but she backed away from me. I came closer, she backed away, I came toward her faster, she backed away faster, faster and faster. Until it became a full-blown chase and run. We were going in circles around Butch and that other girl, their heads followed our every move.

I was going fast, but somehow I just wasn't catching her. I was going so fast my red streak starting to appear, but . . . I see . . . Blue, too . . . Boomer . . . ? Is it the girl . . . Light Blue . . . ?

How?

"STOP!" The cry for help came from within the circle. I looked to see Butch and the girl lying face first on the ground. I saw a hand up in the air, as if they were struggling.

I tried to stop running, but we were doing it so long a force was made that was hard to break. I watched as the hand hit the hard pavement. What happ-

I smacked right into the blonde in front of me. How did she stop so easil- Why can she run like me?!

"Buttercup!" She ran to the girl lying next to Butch. So her name is Buttercup. Ok. I walked toward Butch, I wasn't in such a rush like the blonde. I"m sure Butch is just fine.

"They aren't breathing." She whispered. I made my way to him much faster, than walking.

I turned him onto his back.

" . . ."

There was complete silence. I put my head to his chest. No heartbeat. I interlocked my hands together and hit his chest as hard as I could without crushing him.

He bounced up with a gasp full of life and then he started a coughing fit. I backed away from him. Germs.

"Buttercup . . ." I could hear the blonde girl whine to herself.

Should I help her? I mean, she did help with the robbing of my car. Is it that bad if someone dies, my car is worth more than anyone's life. . . I probably sound fucked up right now don't I?

I crawled around Butch to where Buttercup and the other girl was. I flipped her on her back quickly and used one fist to hit her chest.

She was revived instantly, with the same gasp and disgusting coughing fit. The blonde instantly wrapped her arms around her. Maybe she doesn't the germs like I do.

"Whatever you did don't do it again, you almost killed me." Butch's words poured out. "Actually you did kill me."

He stood up, almost falling back down.

"What did we do?" I asked myself.

"I'll tell you what you did. You chased my sister in a circle, which I will be beating you up for, and suffocated me and whoever this guy is." Buttercup gave me a stupid version of an explanation.

"Where's Boomer?" Butch asked me. Shit, don't tell me he didn't run with us. "Did he not follow us, Brick?"

"No, I'm pretty sure he didn't. We'll have to go back, he has the keys to the house." I replied.

"Wait a minute, where's Blossom?" Buttercup asked the blonde girl.

"The cops got her, but if we go back they'll just catch us too." She explained.

"Wait, did all these cops and stuff come because of you guys!" Butch exclaimed. "Three little girls."

"We're not little for your information." Buttercup snapped.

"You're little to me." Butch looked down at her with a 'look'.

"It doesn't matter if you're taller, I'm still probably older than you."

Is this gonna be a back and forth thing?

"Ok, but do you know that for sure? No, because you don't know my birthday."

"You know what? Nobody cares about your birthday. Nobody cares about you. Nobody likes you so, there." Buttercup finished the argument.

"Shut up." Butch snapped back. Why would I ever thing he'd let someone else win an argument.

"You shut up."

"Shut up."

"I don't like you!" Buttercup started to sing.

"I don't care if you don't like me, you can suck my d-" I cut Butch off.

"What kind of crime do you have to commit to get all this attention from the police?" I asked.

"You know, I have no idea what we did! To be honest, we might have murdered the vice president, I mean I don't know." The blonde confessed.

Buttercup started to laugh. "Maybe . . ." She whispered. She stood up with the blonde's help. "I guess we have to go back for Blossom."

They started walking in direction we came from.

"Isn't Boomer the way they're going?" Butch asked me.

"Yeah, he is." I answered.

"Well then . . ." I heard him whisper. He caught up with the two girls and was standing pretty close to the blonde one. I slowly started following them.

Wait why could she run like me.

Blossom

The story of my life: Jail, prison, lockup, bullpen, penitentiary, brig . . . I could go on and on with different names. It's all the same thing though. No matter what I do, this place keeps pulling me back in. I don't even know what I did. They didn't tell me, but apparently it was something that deserves chains to be wrapped up around my neck.

And I just noticed they didn't even take me to jail. No we're still here outside the club. They built a gigantic tent right outside. I'm at a new kind of jail, Tent Jail. All the police officers and S.W.A.T members are here hanging out and 'watching me'. The rest of them came back when they couldn't find Bubbles or Buttercup.

I even see Boomer through a hole in the tent, but he's at a distance though, he doesn't even know I'm over here. He looks . . . Lost and confused. Me and him both.

"I wanna go home." I whined to the S.W.A.T guy next to me.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before committing a crime." He said back to me with an attitude.

"Ok, well no need to get nasty. I wasn't even talking to you in the fucking first place. You need to brush your teeth anyway, so . . . Fucking dirty bum." I snap back at him.

Everyone in the world is mean to me.

"Psst."

What is that?

"Psst, Blossom."

What the hell.

"Over here, gosh." I looked over toward the hole.

Boomer.

I giggle to myself a little. I thought it was one of those voices that bother me sometimes.

"I'll create a distraction and you escape through this hole, just make it bigger, okay?" He whispered to me.

"Ok . . . How did you know I was over here?" I questioned.

"I was walking around and spotted you through this hole."

I was wrong, not everyone is mean.

"Hey, stop talking to yourself." The same rude S.W.A.T member said to me.

"Excuse me sir don't ge-"

"HELP, HELP!" Boomer was yelling from the parking lot, the tent was cleared out in a heartbeat.

You would think someone would be smart enough to stay and make sure the prisoner doesn't get out, but whatever. I pulled the chains that were on my neck over my head. Actually, not that I think of it the chains had no purpose or value of keeping me chained up at all, it was just a baggy necklace.

I ripped the hole in the tent into a bigger hole, big enough that I slipped right through.

"Freedom," I said to myself, as I pumped my hand in the air as a symbol of my victory. "Wow, it's a mess out here."

There was glass covering the whole area, most of the fires were put out, there were just a few flames that wouldn't harm anyone. There were people on the ground, but probably just drunk and passes out. Nobodies dead, hopefully.

"Blossom!" Voices that belonged to nobody else but my sisters celebrated. I was tackled down not even in the ten seconds of my freedom.

"Now we got you, now we go." Buttercup announced.

"Um, no." That voice, I heard it early. Oh yeah, I stole his car, that redheaded guy.

"You're Boomer's brother right!" I asked as I stood back up. Why are my sister hugs tackles?

"Don't address me as 'Boomer's brother'. My name is Brick, where's Boomer?"

"He's-"

"Give me the keys!" I heard Boomer's other brother yelling at the top of his lungs. Brick jog-walked over to them from the sounds of their arguing, in the parking lot. Brick, Boomer, and the other one were screaming and yelling so loud you could leave Townsville and still hear them.

"We should go before the police come back." I advised.

"That's a really good idea." Buttercup confirmed.

"Let's go home, I'm tired." Bubbles sluggishly climbed on my back and I grabbed her legs to support her.

We started walking toward home.

"What a night." Buttercup whispered.

What a night.

Brick

"Get in the car!" I said to Boomer sternly. I just don't have the patience for him anymore tonight.

"So if you see any three of those girls call this number." A police officer offered me a piece of paper. That will never happen again, I'll never see any of those girls ever again.

I ignored the paper and walked to my car, I tried the door, but it didn't open. I smacked my head against the window. "Boomer, unlock the door."

Click

I swung the door open and got in. I held my hand open toward the back seat.

"Give me my keys." I said to Boomer, when he did I inspected them. "Where's my extra car key?" I asked him, but he only shrugged his shoulders in reply.

"You keep your extra car key with your regular one . . . ? Is that smart?" He asked me.

"Are you questioning me?" I asked him, as I put the key in the ignition.

" . . . "

Silence. That's what I like to hear.

Wait, is Butch in the car? I looked over to the passenger seat to see Butch curled up in the car seat snoring.

I sped off, driving to the house.

"Are you mad at me?" Boomer mumbled. I don't have to answer him, I can pretend I didn't hear him. I can pretend he's not even here.

"Brick? . . . Brick! . . . Brick?!" Boomer bugs me so much.

"What," I snapped back. "What could you possibly want from me after all this?"

"I just wanna know if you're mad at me?" He answered me calmly.

"Yes, I am mad at you." I barked at him.

" . . . Ok." He mumbled.

Ok? What does that mean? Ok?

"What do you mean, 'Ok'?" I scoffed.

"I mean 'Ok' when I say 'Ok'." He revealed.

"Alright, I understand, but what does that mean?"

"Well, I just don't care if you're mad at me because I did nothing wrong in this situation." He explained

"You did nothing wrong?! You let them take my car!" I stated.

"No, I didn't let them do anything. I shouldn't be held accountable for someone else stealing your car. You're just angry you have no one else to blame it on, so you chose to take it out on me." He affirmed.

That's not true I don't know where he got that kind of idea from. "Whatever." I blurted back at him. If he wants to think that's the truth, who am I to tell him he can't. I don't care either way.

I put the car in park. "We're here."

Butch hopped out the car with Boomer and they walked to the porch and waited by the door for me. Maybe he wasn't asleep after all?

I got out and locked the car with the keys. I made my away up the stairs and picked out the key to the front door. Right when I was about to put the key in the slot, Butch rushed and tried the door knob . . . But the door actually opened.

" . . . Wait, it's already opened." Butch pushed the door in and . . . Well it opened alright. I had to close my mouth. Our boxes the truck delivered were sitting there inside, staring into my soul.

"The . . . Door was never . . . Locked." Butch stated.

"HI!" A voice screeched. I looked over to a rainbow-colored house, where the voice came from. I wish I never looked. I see all three of the girls I vowed I would never see again.

Boomer actually started to wave at them. I pulled his hand down as soon as it came up. "Get in the house." I croaked as I slightly shoved Boomer inside.

"Butch told me crackheads live in that house." He shared.

"Cool!" I beamed, sarcastically.

I ran up the stairs having no idea where I was really going. I went in the first room I saw and got in the bed, which was hard to do because of how dark it was. I didn't bother taking my shoes off, it would just take to much effort.

"This is already my bed." Butch clarified.

"Too late, I'm already comfy." I groaned.

Soon a third body collapsed on the bed.

"Are there already people in here?" Boomer wondered.

"Yes." Butch and I choked simultaneously.

"Oh, well I'm not getting back up so . .. " His sentenced trailed into soft snores.

"I hope nothing like this ever happens again." Butch announced.

I hope not, I mean. What a night.

Notes: Ok first off, I'm terrible at first chapters. It's hard for me because I have to make something out of nothing, but that's just me. And I apologize for my spelling and grammar mistakes, I've reread the story a million times, but I know some are still in there. Anyways, there are other characters in this, but I wanted to keep the first chapter just the main characters so you could get a feel for their personalities. Also, they don't know who each other are, yet. So tell me what you think of it so far! Bye!

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