A/N: Okay, this is another fanfiction. Obviously. And I want to thank Demi Lovato and her song "Don't Forget" for the inspiration.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Enjoy.
Blossom POV
"Leaving?" I asked fearfully. "Wh-what do you mean?" I trembled.
Brick sighed. "We're in trouble," he said. "We have to stay low for a while until we're safe again. But don't worry--we'll be back as soon as we can. I promise." He gently lifted my face a tiny bit and barely brushed his lips against mine. He mouthed something like "I love you" and left me alone under the flickering streetlamp.
I broke down and sobbed.
I shook my head and sat up in bed. As much as I hated it, I knew that reliving that painful night was good for me, healthy. Already the hole in my heart was growing back a little bit.
But it will never be completely healed. I knew this, too.
Two years they had been gone. Was whatever danger they were in so bad that they could never come back? I didn't know. I wished I could truthfully say that I didn't care. But I didn't want to lie to myself.
I climbed out of bed and went to my closet. I picked out a ruffly pink tank top, white capris, and a pair of pink high-top Converse. Then I brushed my fire-red hair out and tied it in place with a red satin ribbon. A little bit of foundation, eye shadow, mascara, blush, and lip gloss and I looked as if there was nothing wrong at all.
With a half-hearted sigh, I left to eat breakfast before I started my junior year in high school.
Oh, joy.
Bubbles POV
"Why, Boomer?" I cried quietly. "You said you'd never leave me."
"Listen, Bubbles," Boomer whispered, kissing the tears from my cheeks. "I don't want to go. But we--me and my brothers--are in serious trouble. We need to leave town until it's safe. After that, we'll come straight back, okay?" He hugged me tightly. "I love you, Bubs."
"Love you too, Boom," I told him. He began walking away. "Wait!" I grabbed his arm and stopped him. "Be safe. Then come back to me." I kissed his cheek. Then I watched him leave the little ice cream shop, never to return.
When I got home that night, I cried myself to sleep.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up. I stood and stretched.
Boomer would come back. I knew he would. He'd promised me, and he'd always kept his word before. He would come back for me and we could be together again. We would be happy.
I went over to my closet and picked out my favorite baby-blue dress and my little white jacket. I put on a pair of blue ballet flats. Then I hopped over to my vanity to put on some makeup. Next I brushed my curly blond hair and tied it into pigtails.
I hurried downstairs. Who knew what this year would have in store?
That and I was really hungry.
Buttercup POV
"What?" I stared at Butch in disbelief. Unbelievable. Impossible. Unthinkable. A terrible taboo. "You can't just leave! Not now!"
Butch sighed again. "BC, I--I'm in trouble. In fact, all us boys--the Rowdyruff Boys--we're in such big trouble that we have to leave. For our sakes. We don't want to die." Was it possible? He didn't care if whatever it was killed me, too? I turned away from him slightly.
Sick. Wrong. Unfair. He couldn't leave!
"Buttercup...." Butch caressed my cheek. I turned my back on him entirely. I heard wind rushing behind me.
Alarmed, I wheeled back around. When I did, he was gone.
I didn't cry like most girls would have. I didn't curse. I didn't become some strange depressed, emo, or goth punk-rocker girl. I just entered a stupefied, indifferent trance.
I've been stuck in that trance for the past two years.
I got out of bed and went over to my closet. I decided to wear white Bermuda shorts, a fitted green T-shirt, and a black pair of Converse. I went over to my green-framed mirror.
There were purplish, bruiselike shadow under my eyes; they were very prominent against my pale ivory skin. It made sense, since I hadn't a wink of sleep last night. I hadn't slept much at all lately.
I decided to wear some green eyeshadow and some mascara. Not that I really cared what I looked like, but I didn't want Blossom to waste her breath on me.
I brushed my chin-length ebony hair until it made its natural flip. Then I headed downstairs to have some breakfast.
"Hi, Buttercup!" Bubbles said when she saw me.
"Hey." I sat down at the table. I poured some cereal and milk into the bowl in front of me and began to eat. I stared into space, the horrific scene playing in my head over and over again.
I wanted to forget him. I wanted to forget he ever existed. Forget I knew him. Forget I fought him. Forget we were friends. Forget I loved him. But I couldn't. For one, the very best moments of my life--the ones I wanted to remember--had been spent with him. Second, there was a gaping, aching hole in my chest, where he'd been. He'd been such a big part of me. I couldn't forget.
After eating, I went upstairs to brush my teeth and grab my school things. Then my sisters and I flew to school.
Junior year. Yay me.
Blossom POV
As the girls and I split up, I couldn't help but cast a worried glance towards Buttercup. This morning had been one of the rare times she'd eaten breakfast with us in the last two years. She was so skinny now. Like a skeleton, almost.
I remembered a time I'd walked in on her during our sophomore year while she was changing in the locker room for gym. She'd snapped at me and told me to turn around. But before I did, I'd noticed something. Her shoulders were bony and the skin looked strained against the bone. Another thing almost had me crying for her.
Her ribs were clearly visible.
It was obvious how much Butch had hurt her when he and the others had disappeared. Before, I'd thought I had it bad. Then I saw just how Buttercup was faring and I felt grateful.
"Wait, girls," I said before they walked off. "Bubbles, you've got your schedule, right?"
"Of course I do," Bubbles said.
I turned to Buttercup. "BC....Are you okay?"
Buttercup nodded. "Yeah. Just tired." Her voice was bland and monotone. "See you later." She walked off. I stared after her. She was terribly sick. I'd thought she was fine when she didn't cry about Butch. But the reality was that she had the worst of all of us. She was like a zombie now.
I hoped we could help her heal.
And that's it. It's okay if you hate it. I'm feeling doubtful right now myself.
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