I yawn loudly, why does Bloo need my help with her senior project? I strongly resist the urge to bang my head on the table the odd mixture is on, knowing that it could screw everything up. I try to puff some of my long curly hair out of my vision, it doesn't work so I'm left with a strand of yellow in my in my eyes. I growl loudly at the offending piece of hair. Would you move! I can practically hear a snotty high pitched voice squeaking loudly NO! I snicker at the fake voice, it sounds just like Bloo used to sound. Giggling, I attempt to focus again but fail, my hands shaking. A sharp smack comes in contact with the back of my head.

"Would you focus, Red?!" Bloo's not-as-annoying-as-it-used-to-be voice sounds slightly amused but mostly frustrated. I turn, a hint of a snicker on my face.

"No!" I say in the high pitched voice we've come to associate with Bloo's younger self. She gives me an eye roll.

Bloo was a jerk when she was younger. At about six, her parents died she and her brother James came to live with my family. Because of this tragedy she had grown rather spoiled ('cause of all the pity.) She was a jerk. Not to say that our fights weren't my fault at all, I was a jerk in my own way. Thinking myself better than everyone else. So we were both jerks I was just a bit more subtle, we hated each other before, just being cousins we didn't see each other a lot but now we were (adopted) sisters. That was where my nick name came from. My real name is Scarlett but I was obsessed with fairy tales when I was little, I was also a bit chubby, this led to her calling me little red puffy face. She was called out for being rude and shortened it to Red or Little Red. I still didn't like it but it gave me inspiration for her nickname, Bloo (Her real name is Blossom.) eventually the nicknames grew on us…

The mixture in front of me bubbles and turns purple. "Hey, is it supposed to do that?" I question Bloo turning around to find she's not there. "Carp" did I just say carp? A crack forms on the side of the vial containing the mi- well it's a bit more like a… gloop. I hear the door open "um… Bloo?"

"Ye- WHAT DID YOU DO!" I jump behind her right in the nick of time. The vial explodes and the gloop splatters all over the walls. Bloo turns around a thick layer covering her front half and shakes her hands in the universal get this crap off me motion "what did you do?" she says in a deadly calm. My face floods with heat and for a moment I think I'm blushing. Bloo feels it too and turns around "oh crap" peering around her head I see the gloop dripping from the ceiling onto the burner. The fire turns red, I don't mean a natural fire red I mean like poppy red, and gets bigger with every drop. Bloo moves quickly to turn it off but I yank her back. She looks at me angrily but I simply raise an eyebrow at her. She calms and nods understanding that she would only make the situation worse by getting near it, covered in the gloop

I step forward gingerly, reach out and turn off the stove. The heat is still there even though the flames are not. I furrow my eyebrows pondering the heat.

"Stop drop and roll idiot!" these words jostle me my arm is on fire! I scream yanking my jacket off, as soon as the fire leaves proximity to me it dissipates.

I fall over, my eyes closing.

Laying on the floor, I hear Bloo's footsteps get farther away, a closet door opening, then Bloo's footsteps returning. My eyes snap open, I feel a sharp pain as a stick of some sort drops onto my, rather unprepared, stomach. I yelp and glare at her, she's standing over me with a mop and a smug smirk.

"Better start cleaning." She says with a (you'll never guess) smug voice. I glare at her again, "now, now, none of that" she says retrieving her mop from my stomach. She begins to poke me, saying loudly "get up, get up, get up!"

"Ah fine" I say growing tired of the growing pain in my side, I jump to my feet with unforeseen agility. Snatching the mop from her I begin to clean.

A Few Hours Later

We plop down to the floor, the cleaning done. "I feel like we're forgetting something important" I say worriedly, Bloo checks her phone.

"Well I mean we have graduation in an hour but…"

"GRADUATION!" we scream, leaping to our feet. I slam open the door, having gotten there first because of my longer legs, and we begin to sprint down the hall yelling excuse me's! We run into our dorm, I sigh sliding down the door. My respite doesn't last long as I'm yanked to my feet by Bloo.

"Not yet Red!"