PPG/RRB SECRET SANTA!
A/N: Hey people. I FINALLY got around to another story. I know a lot of you are waiting for another chapter of PPG/ RRB TRUTH or DARE. I regret to say it is on hold… for NOW! :D I've just had writer's block for… a month. :P Now, DISCLAIMER TIME! Bubbles.
BUBBLES: Thank goodness, our torture is on hold!
ME: Not appreciated
BUBBLES: Anyway… SKITTLEStheCRAZY owns nothing in this story except the plot.
ME: Boring! You're no fun. And yes, I know its summer. I was in a Christmas-y mood. Now, on with the story!
"We wish you a rotten Christmas, we wish you a rotten Christmas, we wish you a rotten Christmas, and a crappy New Year!"
"Shut UP!" a certain spunky, black-haired, teenage puff yelled at the boys below her window.
"Come on Butterbutt! Get into the holiday spirit!" a certain insane, black-haired, teenage ruff yelled back.
"Oh how I wish I could, Butch. But with you and your brothers here, I'm not sure I can." She responded,
Let's recap, shall we? When the ruffs returned, in freshman year of high school, the puffs hated them, like always. But by the end of the year, they were best frenemies. So, this Christmas morning, at 5:30 A.M. I might add, the ruffs decided to wake up their counterparts with their "lovely" song.
Buttercup ran down the stairs and out the door, into the December snow, closely followed by Blossom and bubbles, all of whom, were still in pajama shorts and camis.
"Get your butts in here, before we freeze ours off!" shouted Buttercup.
"Merry Christmas to you to," said a sarcastic Brick.
They all plopped their butts on the coach and chairs in the Utonium living room to watch Christmas cartoons. After the "Frosty the Snowman" special, they sat around and talked.
"So is everyone ready for our Christmas tradition of Secret Santa? Well, to bad if you aren't, cause we're going to do it anyway," announced Buttercup.
"I'll go buy the hat. Bubbles, be writing the names down on a sheet of paper and cut them out. Buttercup and the boys… just, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone, please?" begged Blossom
"No… promises," answered Butch.