Chapter 1
Lorde: Hello my little evil minions! How are you all?
Neko:They probably weren't expecting us to write another story =￣ω￣=
Lorde: Shut the fuck up! *sigh* I'm very sorry everyone, my accursed cat is just being a real bitch!
Neko: Aw, you know you love me =￣ω￣=
Princess of Death: Lorde are you going to sit there arguing with your pussy or start the story! Lorde: Sorry my love, I will get on it now...
Neko: Listen you powderpuff! I'll have you know I am a citizen and Knight of her queenliness! Thank you very much ˋωˊ
Princess: Lorde get your cat or I'll strangle it!
Blossom: Can we start? I agree with her Highness and I am eager to see how you manipulate our lives...
Brick: Well I am not! I have a date and I can't afford to dilly dally Everyone: (⊙o⊙)？Da Fuq
Brick: What?! Can I help you?!
Boomer: Calm down Onii Senpai! ≧﹏≦ Neko: Lorde what do you see in Princess Princess: Lorde what do you see in Neko?
Butch: Can we stop fucking around and get started? Bubbles: Language.
Buttercup: Holy Shit! Can we fucking start?! Bubbles: Language!
Brick: Are you still looking at me Bitchsom? !
Lorde: WOULD YOU TWO STOP FUCKING FIGHTING! GODDAMMIT! Bubbles: LANGUAGE!
Silence Boomer: Lorde doesn't own shit *Bubbles pumbles Boomer* Lorde: Roll Fil...
Neko: ROLL FILM! 0^◇^0)/ Lorde: Oh my God!
"Coast is clear!"
Boomer nodded his head and grabbed the can of paint from his bag and started his masterpiece.
"Hurry! We can't afford to get caught!"
Boomer sighed.
"I guess I'll have to tone down the extra,"
Cody handed Boomer some more paint while Luther stood watch.
"Shit! Someone's coming!" Luther skidded over to his friends; helping them shove their crap into the bag.
"Let's go!" Boomer sprinted down the alley way with Luther and Cody not far behind.
"HEY YOU KIDS!" The booming voice of an officer came storming behind them.
The boys dodged pedestrians and signs while hearing the man yell stop. Boomer jumped over water hydrant and flew by poles while Luther and Cody yelled for him to slow down.
"Me! Slow down?! Hah! We're friends, but I slow down for no one!" Boomer made a sharp turn, sprinting out of the city and drawing closer to a luxuriously quaint family home.
When he reached his destination, he ran towards the back door, not looking back once.
"Where have you been? Mom's been so worried!" Boomer's eyes looked up at his brother. He felt a sharp pain slide off his face.
"You promised not to go to the city again. We...I...thought it wouldn't be a hard task. But no! Dumbasses like you don't have common sense to stay true to your own word,"
Boomer felt tears singe his eyes as he felt sweat trickle down his face. He tried to avert eye contact, but his brother's piercing red eyes peered into his soul, no matter where he looked.
"Look Brick, I'm sorry. I was just going to visit my friends. They don't fancy the woods too much."
Boomer tilted his head and caught a glimpse of his other brother, who looked more so mad than glad.
"You're home," the words spilled out like acid, as he span and walked out of the room. Boomer felt so bad, as his mother looked at him with disappointment in her eyes.
"Take a shower," was all she could muster to say. Boomer nodded his head and trudged up the steps.
Most people would think his family was to hard on him, but he was going down the same track of life that killed his oldest brother.
Boomer shivered under the steaming water as it trailed down his back. He was already the worse son ever, but now his family hates him. He couldn't live with himself. Boomer officially felt like a big fat ugly pile of crap.
The front door slammed shut indicating that said father was home. (He's mixed if you care) Boomer soaked his hair with soap and water and quickly dried off. He rummaged through his drawers to find his cleanest clothes.
"Boomer," He stiffened and turned towards the tall man in his doorway. "Hi dad! How was work?" He ran towards his father giving him a quick hug.
"Your mother tells me you went out. Is that true?" His father looked down squinting his red eyes down at his son.
"Yes, but I'm almost 18, so it shouldn't matter to her where I go. She never really cared before Adrian died and now she wants to hold me hostage in this house! Mom has always loved Brick and Butch more and she let's them go to the city! So why does it change for me?"
His dad frowned not wanting to argue with his son. The more Boomer fought, the more he sounded younger than he was.
"Boomer, you're different! The doctor says you're blind, but you can see everything! That's not normal!"
"That doesn't make me different! Brick gets cold 200% faster than the average human, and can withstand 105°F bundled up. Butch is said to be deaf, but that doesn't stop him from
listening to music and talking! So what if I've been electrocuted in the heart 5x and lived! That's not different! I'm not different! I'm just...just...Bionic!" Boomer never really thought about himself being different until he said that.
He sat on his bed, as his lifeless eyes store at his father. They looked from corner to corner and stopped.
"Is this what you want? For me to sit here all day staring into space, but not really staring at anything? I can do this. Just get my brothers to be my fucking slaves. I would much rather be able to do my own thing without you people helping me," Boomer got up and pushed his hanging clothes into the drawer.
"Look, I don't want to argue with you!...I'll talk to your mom about dinner," his dad sighed and walked out of the door.
Boomer laid on his bed and looked at the ceiling. His head turned to the side to see his brother at the door.
"Are you lost? This is my room remember?" Butch nodded his head as he walked towards him.
"Listen Boomer, we are different. I know we're different. I shouldn't be able to hear you, but I can. Every word that falls out of your mouth I hear. And I hate it. You can see through things, but you're blind. Don't tell me that's normal. You carry more static electricity in your fingertips than me rubbing my feet on a carpet and touching an outlet. Brick can touch a boiling hot pot without getting burned. Don't tell me that's normal. Look kiddo, keep your head up, okay?"
Butch smirked down at his brother showing that he cared.
"Yeah whatever," Boomer smiled and looked up at his brother. He hopped off the bed and started rubbing his feet on the ground.
"What the hell are you doing!" Butch watched as his brother touched the outlet...
"Wow. Just wow." All eyes were on Boomer as the scientists said it was more than 5,000 watts.
"That's stronger than a lightning bolt," one of them said.
"We would like to "study" your son," another one replied.
Static ran through Boomer's hair as he shuffled around the house. He looked at the outlet he touched and saw how charred it was.
"Whoops,"
Bubbles ran down the hallway carrying her art supplies.
"Hehe! I'm gonna pass this test and get the boy!" She hopped around the hallway until she got to the end.
"Hi Christopher! I got the test sheet," Bubbles fumbled with her supplies until she laid hands on the paper.
"Here you go," she smiled brightly at the boy and handed him the paper.
"Hey uh thanks uh Bonnie that was real sweet of yah," he snatched the paper and went back to talking to his friends.
"So I'll see you later ish?" Bubbles shifted around on her feet waiting for a response.
"Okay yeah so just text me," Bubbles sighed and walked away. She kept walking, no skipping, no hopping, just walking. Like a norm.
She kept walking until she saw her older sister sitting around a group of jocks in the gym.
"Hi Buttercup," Bubbles moved a piece of blonde hair behind her ear and smiled up at the girl.
"Yo shut up a second!" Buttercup hopped down the bleachers she was sitting on and fell face to face with her younger sister.
"Can I help you?" Her pale green eyes locked with Bubbles vibrant blue ones.
"I was just looking for a friend to talk to, you know?" Buttercup's blank expressions stayed on her face for a second until it went soft. A light smile replaced her frown.
"Hey, lil' sis. You can sit next to me," She placed out her hand allowing Bubbles to hold it; pulling her up the bleachers. Once the girls were settled between the boys, questions started pouring in.
"You're gay?" One Jock asked.
"I thought you were straight," another one said.
"This my sister you bastards!" Steam poured out Buttercup's ears and her face became tomato red.
"Oh my goodness, Buttercup calm down," Bubbles waved her hand to fan her sister off. Sweat ran Bubbles face as she leaned back on the cool concrete wall.
"How hot is it in here?" Bubbles squirmed around trying to cool herself down.
"It's like 45°F in here. Why?" Buttercup looked at her sister and saw her face getting redder.
"Howard, go get some ice," Buttercup started to wave her textbook in front of her to help out.
"Here you go," Buttercup grabbed the ice and shoved it into Bubble's mouth.
"They're too hot," She complained while sucking on each tenderly.
"Then stop eating them," Buttercup went back to talking to the jocks, leaving Bubbles alone.
Bubbles whispered goodbye to her sister and made her way out of the gym. Once again, Bubbles walked. Until she found herself at Debate Club.
She peeked her freckled face through the door and saw her sister finishing up her words of wisdom to the team.
Blossom, her sister, acknowledged her and nodded to an empty seat.
Bubbles shuffled to the back and listened.
"In conclusion, we should act now to this amazing opportunity and not waste any time," Blossom bowed as the team clapped.
To Bubbles surprise, third a of the team was males, and that third was jocks. Blossom being team captain, was a very "curvy nerd".
"Hello," Bubbles looked up to see Blossom.
"You're very good at debating," Blossom smiled and sat down next to her.
"I'm very happy you feel that way, see it's not easy doing this, a lot of the female team members are trying to take my place as captain and,"
As Blossom rambled on, Bubbles started to tune her out. She looked down at her cup of ice, hoping it was still frozen. It was not.
"Damn!" Bubbles, in conclusion, decided that she was going to just drink it. Duh! It was logic! As she placed the cup on her lip, well you guessed it. It froze. And hit her in the face. Rock solid ice. To the face.
"OMG Bubbles are you okay?!" Blossom got on her knees and started to wipe the water and blood off of her sister.
"Honey, I'm home!" Blossom turned around and glared at Dexter. No boyfriend shit or anything. He's just Dexter.
"Go away! Can't you see that I'm busy!"
"Woah is your sister dead?! Can I see?!" Dexter peeked around Blossom's head and looked at a now unconscious Bubbles.
"Get your nosy ass out of here so that I can help her now and kill you later!" Blossom pushed Dexter away, but seeing as she's like 5'4 and he's like 5'9, it wasn't hard to totally fail.
"Aw look at her chubby cheeks! They're so squishy!" Dexter poked Bubbles' everything while giggling. Like a rapist.
"Go away!" Blossom grabbed his arm and yanked him from her sister.
"Woah, Blossom! Why is your hand so hot! It's like really really hot!" Dexter jerked his arm out of her grasp and saw his singed sleeve and slightly burned arm.
"Now get the hell out!" The deep menacing voice was own by none other than Buttercup Emerald Fern Utonium. Who Dexter was extremely scared of.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Dexter ran out of the room leaving the three sisters.
"School's over, so could you carry her," Blossom grabbed her things and Bubbles'. The girls exited the building and got into Blossom's red 2015 BMW 2 Series Convertible.
"Where am I?"
Lorde: That concludes the first chapter! Princess: Oh darling it's so short!
Lorde: That's because I'm using my phone, darling
Princess: Then use your computer, honey
Lorde: I don't want to, lovey Neko: Shut up, you two
Buttercup: Preach it!
Lorde: Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! Why are you ALWAYS IN MY BUSINESS!
Neko: Scary British Man ::_:: ::_::
Blossom: Is Dexter a rapist or molester?
Lorde: I don't know?
Blossom: Another question is, I'm a curvy nerd? Lorde: Yes, why?
Bubbles: Christopher doesn't like me? But I'm so cute! Did you make me flat chested?!
Lorde: No Bubbles you are also curvy
Buttercup: Am I flat?
Lorde: No I'm giving you both ends Bloss&Bubs: THAT'S NOT FAIR! Butch: I think it's fair
Lorde: It's mixed couples Butch, Brick gets Buttercup
Brick: Hah!
Butch: THAT'S NOT FAIR!
Boomer: I on the other hand, believe that your writing is impeccable
Lorde: Thank you Boomer, and it's norm couples. I was kidding.
Boomer: Oh thank God! I can't handle Blossom and Buttercup scares me!
Bubbles: Yeah and I don't think I'll be able to fit Butch's dick in me and Brick's is too small.
*Everyone's quiet*
Princess: What the hell? Lorde: Okay? Lorde: So...
Neko: Remember to Read and Review! I have some questions I want you to answer
What's everyone's powers
How should the two groups meet?
Whoever has the best answer will have it featured in the future chapters 3. Is Dexter a rapist or molester?
Bonus! What is my real name? =￣ω￣=
Lorde: Remember! Review, review, review! I didn't get any reviews on my other story so I didn't finish it. Don't let this be like that story. Reviews really help me know you like my stories!
Princess: If you don't R&R I might just have to show you why I'm the Princess of Death
Butch: Cause your looks can kill?
Princess: Oh Butch... #^_^#
Lorde: Fuck off punk!
Bubbles and Neko: Okay Bye! O(∩_∩)O