Me: Hello everyone. I know what y'all are thinking, "Another story? What about the others?" Well to answer that I am trying my hardest to update them. I promise I will have them all updated by the end of January. Okay so I have two new stories, the other I will have start to work on as you are reading this, or before. I don't know. So I hope you enjoy!
No! Please! Please don't do this! I don't want to hurt anyone anymore! Please stop!
"Bubbles! Snap out of it." Buttercup? Buttercup! Please, I can't stop myself! You have to kill me. If you do she will die, and no one else will get hurt.
"Come on, Bubbles! I know you can fight whatever it is that's making you do this!" Blossom! Kill me now! You have to hurry. I'm trying to fight her, but she's too strong.
"Bubby! Please stop! I don't want to hurt you!" Oh Boomie... Don't cry. I love you and I know you love me too, that's why I need you to stop me. Oh no! She's gaining full control! Please kill me! Do it now!...
1 month earlier.
"Stop right there, Fuzzy!" Blossom shouted. Oh, Fuzzy. Why can't you just leave the poor people alone. I sigh as we fly faster towards the pink, fuzz, monster. Instantly, Buttercup shoots a laser at him. Blossom rolls her eyes at Buttercup's brashness. I stop a little bit away and just watch. Fuzzy wasn't a big threat, so I wasn't going to be a burden if I didn't want to fight. I don't think I would even be able to land a hit on him anyways, with Buttercup and Blossom there.
Fuzzy cursed out loud and started to swing his banjo around. His movements were in vain, though, because Buttercup took it from him and tossed it to the side. Blossom then froze him, while he was distracted. They both smiled smugly at the job well done. But it wasn't over. Fuzzy's anger had spiked to his fullest, to the point where it melted the ice. He screamed out profanities, turning red. He charged towards my sister, but they easily dodged his attacks. Buttercup was even laughing from his attempts.
I felt wind beside me blow my pigtails. I grew a smile on my face, knowing who it was. I turned around and squealed as my eyes met cobalt blue ones. I tackled Boomer in a hug, kissing his cheek. Boomer gave me a silly grin, showing off his small dimples. I always thought that was one of his cutest traits. Well and his freckles, that were scattered around his nose softly. All in all, I had the most cutest boyfriend in the world. He leaned in and pecked me slightly on the lips.
"My eyes! They burn!" A giggle escapes my lips when I hear Butch's sarcastic remark. I snuggle deeper in Boomer dress and take in his Ed-Hardy cologne that I had bought him for Christmas. Boomer shook his head as Butch makes gagging movements. Finally, Brick smacks him in the back of the head, making Butch almost fall on his face.
"Oh like you and Buttercup are innocent. You two practically go at it like rabbits." Brick said. Boomer chuckled at this and tightened his arms around me. Butch pouts playfully, and then gives Brick a mischievous smirk.
"At least I'm the one with the control, unlike you. If Blossom told you to wear a dress because it turned her on, you would. She has you wrapped around her small finger. With Buttercup, she begs me for sex, not the other way around." Butch said, making Brick glare icily at him. Now that I think about it, Brick would do anything to make Blossom to give hm attention. I find their relationship cute, though. Blossom is the only one who puts Brick on his knees. He worships her, really. The thing about Buttercup begging for sex, however, doesn't sound at all like the real thing.
"Butch, with you and Buttercup, it's the complete opposite." Boomer voiced out my thoughts. That's why I love him. He always knows what I'm thinking. "If I remember correctly it was you begging last night." Boomer smirked. I shuddered remembering the noises they made when Buttercup gave in.
"Okay, Okay. I think I've heard enough." I said, disgusted. Butch laughed. Brick smiled and shook his head while watching Blossom fight, intensely. Boomer rubbed my back. I looked at him and kissed him on the lips again. Boomer and I were still virgins. We had agreed to save ourselves for the right time. Sometimes I feel guilty, because I know a boy has needs. Boomer never pressures me, though and he seems content, even when we make out and he has to go to the bathroom to get rid of his hard-on.
I suddenly hear Blossom scream. I snap my head in that direction. Fuzzy was on top of her, choking her. Buttercup was right beside them, unconscious. Butch was right there holding her, and Brick was fighting Fuzzy to get off. Boomer and I speed there to help.
How dare he. I stop upon hearing the voice. I turn around trying to figure out where it came from. He hurt them, Bubbles. Just look out how beaten your sisters are. look. I put my attention to my sisters. Boomer and Brick successfully get Fuzzy off of Blossom. She is clutching to Brick, panting for hair. From my distance I could still see the red ring around her neck, and the bruises on her face. I look at Buttercup and saw bruises on her face as well. Butch was holding her to his chest, clenching his eyes closed. He was trying to control his anger. I then looked at Fuzzy, who had calmed down and was sleeping peacefully. How dare he to be able just to sleep after he had hurt your sisters. He deserves to hurt just like they are. Yeah he does. He can't just get away- Wait what am I saying. Fuzzy was just angry because Buttercup threw his banjo. But Bubbles, She was just trying to stop his rampage. What he did was uncalled for and should be punished. I felt my vision start to blur as the voice spoke.
"Bubby." Boomer called. I shook my head and my vision went back to normal. I turned my head and met his worried gaze. I looked back and saw Butch's and Brick's streaks in the air, flying to our home. I looked back at Boomer. "Are you alright? You looked a bit dazed." I nodded my head and smiled at him.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Let's go home." He gave me a look of skepticism, but nodded and grabbed my hand as we took off in the sky. We were home in a good five minutes. Blossom and Brick were snuggled up on the couch, watching T.V. The bruising and the ring were disappearing thanks to the Chemical X in our system. Blossom gave me a sweet smile and snuggled closer to Brick. He replied by kissing the top of her head and smiling down at her. Butch then walked out of our kitchen, carrying a bag of chips and two Cokes.
"Butch, is Buttercup alright?" I asked. Butch gave me a bitter-sweet smile and nodded.
"It takes more then a knock on the head to keep my Butterfly down." He said. I laughed, glad that Buttercup was okay. I looked up at Boomer when Butch ran upstairs.
"Let's go to my room." I told him. He nodded and we walked upstairs. Boomer stopped me at his door and said he would be back. The boys have lived with us since we were 8. They decided that they didn't like being shunned by everyone anymore, and that they wanted to help us fight crime. Blossom and Buttercup didn't trust them at first, but I was excited, because I had a major crush on Boomer even back then. The Professor graciously took them in after they agreed to listen to the rules. Boomer and I instantly became friends. It took Brick and Blossom about a week and Butch and Buttercup about a month.
Boomer came out of his room with his sweat-pants on and his stuffed Octopus. His Octopus was like Octi, but was orange and had a blue bow on her head. Boomer only let me see her. Brick and Butch would never stop teasing him if they knew he still had a stuffed animal. As far as they knew Octa was mine. We entwined our fingers as we walked two more doors down to my room. When we entered, Boomer went and laid down on my bed, taking off his shoes. I went to my night stand on the other side and grabbed Octi and my remote. I laid down next to him, turning on the T.V and laid my head on his chest. I grabbed Octa from him and put the two Octopuses together. Boomer pulled my hair-ties out, making my hair cascade over his chest. I sighed and closed my eyes when I felt him run his fingers through my hair.
My mind started to drift off as I heard Boomer switch channels with the remote in his other hand. I thought about earlier when I heard the voice. I wonder who it was and why they wanted mr to hurt Fuzzy. I switched my mind back to Boomer and the day we got together. I didn't want to think about anything bad. I just wanted to be with my Boomie.
Me: So what are y'alls thoughts on this? I think I did well for it not being prewritten on paper first. Please review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome, but please don't be too harsh. Also, I will most likely publish my other story in a week for now. I want people to soak this one up first, before i put a new one out.