In introduction, each Girl and Boy couple has a different problem, just to make the story a little less boring. I
just needed to post this story, I was going insane keeping in my mind. So, here goes the mushy gushy fluff of the century!
Plus, the chapters are in order of color, so... yeah. Red, green, blue
They're sixteen in this story. Normal pairings (hey, gotta love traditional!)
Oh, and umm... Yeah. This part of the story is reaaaallllly stupid and pointless. Sort of just an introduction. So... yeah.
Chapter One
Red Section
Dear Diary,
Ever since I was a little girl saving Townsville with my sisters, I knew that I really liked this... boy. I suppose I just didn't notice it until I turned sixteen. He was a bad boy, and certainly not my type, but I was so drawn to him. As they saw, opposites attract.
Unfortunately, he didn't seem too attracted to me, which broke my heart. I wasn't sure what it was, but every other man who liked me over the years didn't seem to compare to him. All these years I have watched him grow -- seen him get more and more attractive... well, you could say we both sort of have.
I really don't know what to do. Without Brick I'm so lost...
But let's not talk about him yet. Altogether, they make the Rowdyruff Boys. Yeah, we've beaten them time and time again, but after awhile, when Boomer finally asked out Bubbles, we became friends a little more so than enemies. Bubbles spends a lot of time with him.
Buttercup almost refuses to admit it, but she has this "thing" for Butch. Sadly, rumor has it that Butch has this weird "thing" for me. Not that I'm interested. He's a little too... pushy -- and not to mention green! -- for my taste. He should go bug Buttercup.
Brick, though... not easily explained. Captain of the football team slash closet-poet for the drama club. Gets good grades, but occasionally flunks a test to maintain his reputation. He's really brave, but uses his strength for evil most of the time. And who can blame him? He was, afterall, raised a villain.
There is one thing I just can't understand about him, though. Or rather, about "us". It's the most natural thing in the world -- we were literally meant for each other. Yet he seems to think that everyone but me deserves a chance at a relationship with him -- but me! And he's quite the player!
Sigh. To dream.
Blossom
