Zumachi-chan - Ellos Jellos everyone. Sorry it's been a while but I've been bored and I completely brain stumped lately. Not to mention I was busy making my American Mcgee's Alice costume for Geek Fest this past week. Anyway, the hours and hours of hand stitching the dress and apron together along with my favorites playlist on iheartradio helped greatly clear my brain of cobwebs and I'm back. Sorta. Ok, so I'm still sorta stumped on what to write with Angels and Witch's Were even though I know what's happening next and I'm really really sorry about Madness in March. I kinda got caught up in the bios and forgot the story. Hopefully with all this creative energy I'll finish the Party part 4 and finish up some new chapters as well.
Anyway, this story came to mind randomly while I was sowing my costume. I had been reading some fics about Brickercup (Brick x Buttercup) and an idea came to mind. Not about Brick and Buttercup per say but the split and mixed couples inspired me. Originally I wanted to turn the idea into a full on story but my idea only went so far as a one shot but then I started writing and words started slipping so I'm turning the one shot idea into a multiple chapter one shot, if that makes sense. In the story no one is related to each other and though mixed pairings inspired this story, the pairings are color coordinated. I'll go now and let you start the story. Sorry it's so short. I'll see if I can finish it tonight. Luv ya. Peace.
Blossom tugged the skirt of her dress down farther. She smoothed out the black sash that wound around the waist and tied into a large black bow in the back. She was pretty. But was she pretty enough?
She stared at the mirror a moment longer, analyzing the dress and the girl who wore it.
Blossom turned from the mirror and disrobed. She'd wear the dress… some other time, when she was pretty enough for it. When she finally had the confidence for it. Pulling on simple skinny jeans and her favorite geeky shirt, Blossom grabbed her book bag and headed downstairs.
She found breakfast and sat on the couch watching the new and waited, eating the strawberry frosted poptart. Soon enough, her doorbell rang.
Blossom didn't hesitate to stand up and open the door. She smiled genuinely at the tall dark haired boy who stood in her doorway.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
Blossom winced as piercing green eyes examined her outfit. "I- I decided against the dress. It didn't fit right and –"
Blossom was cut off by her best friend pushing her back up the stairs toward her room.
"We both know that's a load of bullshit," Butch grunted as he dragged her up the stairs. "We've been planning this outfit for weeks. You know you look good in it so stop lying to yourself and go put it on."
"But –"
"No buts." Butch roughly threw her back into her room closing the door behind her. "You're wearing that dress. And if you don't put it on in the next five minutes, I'll come in there and dress you myself."
Blossom gulped. Butch made a lot of empty threats. But never with her. She knew he'd do it. She wondered if she could wait him out until it was time to go. But he even had a response for that.
"And we're not leaving 'til you're in it," he said through the door. "So it's either get dress or be late."
Fear plunged through her stomach. Blossom was never late. She had an irrational fear about being late. It was so bad that she had to be extra early, she was afraid she'd miss something vital and get left behind if she wasn't early. Even if she showed up on time she feared she'd miss something.
With fear as fuel, Blossom raced to get changed.
"Times up," Butch called as Blossom tied the large pink bow in her hair again.
Blossom looked nervously as her bedroom door opened and revealed the dark clad boy. He whistled low, causing her heart to race and her cheeks to flush as he gave her a once over. She fussed with the hem of the skirt again and stood shyly.
"Stop it. You're perfect," Butch told her taking her hands and pulling her into a hug.
Blossom sunk into the hug. It held everything their relationship was. Blossom felt her anxiety and fear melt away.
Butch pulled away first and checked the watch on his wrist. "Well looks like were still on schedule. Let's get this over with, shall we?"