This story was inspired by one of my favourite songs, Who're You When I'm Not Looking youtube (dot) com/ watch?v=0xXD9-1mLBY and at the moment I'm thinking there will be roughly ten chapters.
"You don't know me Brick, stop acting like you do," Blossom hissed, taking off.
"Rough dude," Buttercup commented dropping her skateboard.
"I don't get what she means, we've known each other since we were five. She still won't believe we've changed."
"She means you don't know the 'real' her. Blossom can hold a grudge a long time, she doesn't think you're serious and wants proof. She tries to see what's inside, unlike most people who only see her for her looks or her brains. "
"What am I not seeing?"
"Dunno. Blossom's really private, even with us. You just gotta figure it out."
So, I've been reading a lot of Forthright lately and she often writes in small drabbles like this. I really thought it was neat so I thought I'd give it a try. All chapters in this story will clock in at exactly 100 words making it a "perfect" drabble. As usual, please review.