6'2 by invisible.m.m.e.j

So I have been wanting to start a new story for sometime now. I was listening to the radio and this song came on called 6'2 by Marie Miller and I thought it would be perfect to do. I just want to say that the girls are not sisters but really close friends, the boys are brothers. They all look like regular people. So without further ado... here is 6'2.

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"Bloss, what kinda of boy do you want to marry?" I was asked this question my one of my dearest friends, Bubbles.

"Oh, here we going again." Buttercup said, also another dear friend.

"Be quiet, Buttercup, I talk about this a lot and you have talked about it too, so don't even go there with me!" Bubbles said, "Now Blossom, please tell me."

"Okay," I started, looking at my seven year old friends, "Well, for some reason I want him to be tall, 6'2, I want him to be different like I am, I would like his eyes to be red and his hair a deep orange, maybe down to his shoulders. I would want to meet him on the first of July so we could hold hands as the fireworks go off, and I would want to marry him in April."

"Well, sounds want you know what you want." Bubbles smiled.

"Yeah I kinda do." I say with laugh.

"Just don't get too carried away on us, okay Bloss?" Buttercup asked.

"I won't." I tell her with a smile.

**NINE YEARS LATER**

Ah. It was such a relief to be free from school. I mean don't get me wrong or anything, I loved school to death. It sure beat sitting at home listening to my foster parents bicker all day. They do take care of me and all but sometimes they are just too much to handle. Enough about them, it's time to kick back and relax with my girls!

I walked home by myself, I was meeting Bibs and BC at the little Cafe in town at five. I walked in the front door of my house and it was reasonably quiet. I looked around the house only to find May, my foster mom in the kitchen crying.

"May, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Rick." That was all she said.

"What about him?" I was trying to get more information out of her.

"He left. We were both mad and he was going to leave and I said that he won't be able to come back in because the locks would be changed. I didn't mean it, Blossom, I didn't mean it." She sobbed.

"Now you don't know that."

"Yes, I do. You should have seen him Blossom, he was livid."

"That doesn't mean he won't come back. You two have had your share of fights many times before and he always came back. I see the he looks at you," She peered at me, "He looks at you like Flynn Rider looks at Rapunzel in Tangled."

"Really?"

"Really. Now I have a question for you, could I join the talent show the town is holding?"

"When is it?" May asked.

"This is the last week in May so next week they will be having the Townsville Talent show. It takes place all of summer but ends Fourth of July weekend. Whoever wins gets to perform at the Fourth of July fireworks, only about an hour or so before. More details to come." I said.

"I guess. But I want to be there backstage every time!" She said.

"Thank you so much for this!" I said as my eyes almost came out of my head.