Hello Fellow Humans! For those of you who do not know me, I am Xen, Eater of Cake and Patron of Geeks! And I am here to share another story! This is, in fact, my second story, and as I've said in my notes in my first story please review because it helps me to improve my writing skills! Here's the age order for the boys and girls: Reds at 26, Blues at 23, and Greens at 18/19. I changed the age order because I'm about to be so unoriginal with the pairings! By the way, I do not own the PPG or RRB, just the story line and a few OCs here and there. And now, let's see how you all like Find Me! Chapter One, Blossom's P.O.V.
Life was going so well for me until about two weeks ago; Before that dreaded day, I had finally been accepted as a lawyer to a local law firm, I actually had a love life with someone who I thought loved me, and my grandmother and I were basically living a perfect life. Sure it got hard sometimes, what with my Grandmother moving in with me after my Mom mysteriously disappeared off the face of the planet when I was 13, and a no good bum of a father that never bothered to even show up in my life. But we made it work, and we came out stronger for it.
Then that day happened; I'm pretty sure it could literally been summed up as the worst day of my life, because I honestly don't think my life could get any worse than that. However, to prevent myself from thinking of all the pain right now, I'm going to tell you the one thing that happened that really brought my life crashing down around me.
My grandmother had a stroke while I was at work, and I had rushed back to the hospital, but I was too late. She was dead long before I was able to arrive at the hospital, and now I had no one. But then a doctor approached me, giving me a key with a red heart-shaped gem, saying that my Grandmother had left it for me, and told me to open the box. As I was talking with him, I noticed that he didn't even try to look me in the eye, as if fearing that I would blame him for her death. A lot of people did that, looking at the poor twenty six year old who no longer had anyone, because my boyfriend had broken up with me after Grandmother's death.
It's already been two weeks, and I haven't been able to bring myself to open her box, and truth be told I think I'm kind of scared to. But sitting here, looking at its glossy black lid with intricate carvings in its heavy wood, I know that I can no longer avoid what needs to be done; I need to fulfill my Grandmother's last wish for me.
I look at the box, knowing that I can conquer my fear if I try. But no matter what I do, opening it just feels like I'm losing her all over again, like I'm finally acknowledging her death… it just feels so wrong. But I know that if I don't open it, I can't fulfill her wishes, and if my Grandmother had become a ghost that would be problematic.
"Right!" I say to myself, hoping to motivate myself enough, "Let's open the box!"
I put the key in the lock, and give it a decisive turn. The lid popped slightly at the sudden release of the locking mechanism, and I slowly open the heavy box, curiosity getting the best of me. Inside the box are three files, all with no name.
Confused, I pull out the thickest one, which was pink, and look inside to see my birth certificate, along with more achievements that I had earned over the years. Grandmother must have been collecting them for quite some time now, and I smiled at all the memories the folder brought. But then I remembered the other two folders, and pulled out the one that was the thicker of the two; It was an aqua blue, and in it there was a picture of a blonde baby, with a drop dead gorgeous looking woman and my father holding her in a hospital. There was a date on the back, which helped me deduce that the baby was currently in her early twenties, and if my father's presence in the picture was anything to go by, this girl is my half sister.
Why would Grandmother keep this a secret from me? I had a sister for twenty three years, and I don't even know what she looks like. I continued to look through the folder, noticing that most of the things in the folder were related to art, and that the pieces themselves were pretty good.
"And now the dreaded moment arrives… What's in the last folder?" I ask, ready for the exasperation and shock that will come with the green folder. It was the thinnest one, and when I opened it I saw why; all that was in it was a birth date, the word Buttercup, and two pictures; one was a picture of my father once again holding a baby, but this time the baby had raven hair and emerald green eyes, and the other picture was from about nine years ago, of a shaggy raven haired child with emerald green eyes holding a sports trophy with a soccer ball in their other hand.
"Dad, what the hell did you do…?" I sigh, looking at all three of the birth pictures. Did he really go and have two other children, even though I was waiting for him back at home? I growl with frustration, jealousy getting the better of me.
I wiped away frustrated tears that had begun to form in my pink eyes, chastising myself silently for feeling jealous over my lazy bum of a father. I didn't even know his name for crying out loud, and the only reason I even knew what he looked like was because Mom let me see my first picture with both parents back when I was six.
But the real question that's running wild in my head is why my Grandmother has finally let me open the box, and what I should do now that I have all of this new information. This is too much to process right now, and I need a break from the box.
I stand up, my big pink sweatpants swishing around my feet as I straighten my gray tank top (I really don't want to accidentally flash anyone), and walk over to the kitchen, breathing in the steam of a pot of coffee that just finished brewing.
Sighing, I took a cup and drank it black, all the while staring at the picture of my Grandmother that was covered with a black silk, and fumbled with the mug's handle. I needed to do something with this new information, but what? Grandmother was my 'father's' mother, so maybe I should tell these other girls about her death. And who knows, maybe I can even find him in the process!
The only problem is that I have no detective skills at all, which is why I became a lawyer instead. I could always ask him, but he probably wouldn't help. Why would he? He made it pretty clear that he hates me back in high school.
I sigh, knowing that he's the best in the detective business, and if I wanted to find them for a cheap price he's my guy. But I still don't want to talk to him, and the thought of how seeing him again would go is making my stomach tie in knots.
The inner turmoil! Do I swallow my pride and ask him, or do I take 30 years to find these two girls?
The only rational choice is to swallow my pride, and I do so without question. I get out my phone, and look at the number that I haven't called in about 10 years. It's now or never Blossom, your choice.
Taking in a deep breath, I call the old number, my heart hammering in my chest as I listen to the phone ring.
One ring.
Two rings.
He picks up on the third ring, his low voice is analytical, "Hello, this number isn't available anymore, so please-"
"Brick, I know you're there." I say, frowning at his childishness. There's a pause on the other side of the line, and then he speaks again.
"Blossom?" He whispers in disbelief, and I smile softly as I imagine his blood red eyes widen ever so slightly, and I could see him reach under his red cap to rub his head. "What do you want?" And there was the analytical voice again. He could at least make an effort to be more charming, he just ruined an amazing moment right there.
"So Brick, it's like this." I say, and then explain in full detail what I had just found out about my father, and my job for him.
"Right. I think that we need to meet up and talk about this." He says, and judging by his groggy voice he probably just woke up. Some habits die hard, I guess, "How about that cafe that's by the rich lady's house."
"You mean Mrs. Pattent?" I ask, making sure that I'm in the right neighborhood. What can I say, there are a lot of rich ladies in town.
"Yeah, her! Let's meet there today at 5 o'clock sharp. Don't be late!" He almost sounds like he's joking by the end of that sentence, and I close my eyes to silently laugh at his childishness.
"Yeah, it's a date." I say, trying to joke, but immediately regret the words the second they come out of my mouth.
"A date?" He sounds stiff as he asks the question, and I mentally slap myself for making this so awkward.
"I meant plan, sorry." I quickly apologize, "See you then."
I quickly hang up, barely hearing him say goodbye, and bury my face in my hands. Why oh why must I always make things so awkward, no matter how old I am? I can feel my face burning with a scarlet blush, and I sigh. Then I realize that I haven't showered in about a week (when my boss gave me a grieving leave), and that I'm still in sweatpants and a tank top.
"This is not going to fly." I sigh, and head upstairs to take a shower so that when I see Brick again I don't completely embarrass myself. "Not that I'm doing this for him," I mutter, "I'm doing it for the sake of the job."
And even though I keep telling myself that, I know it's not true.
AND END CHAPTER ONE!
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