A/N: Hello! I'm Jade and since I'm pretty much bored out of my mind, I decided to open another fanfic and try to continue writing. This is going to be my first ever fic with songs here and there so you have been warned. I have trouble updating so I'm sorry in advance but I'm going to try to be consistent but I want this to be something I like doing and not something I feel obligated doing. I hope you guys enjoy since I've written this pairing about 5 times. I wonder if any of you read any of my previous stories that still linger in the depths of this site. Probably not. But anyways please deal with me writing this as I go. Please excuse any mistakes and with that let's begin!
Rating: T (may change)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Powerpuff Girls or the song I used in this chapter.
So what if I don't believe in love?
It's an illusion after all.
The very concept of giving yourself to another indivdual is absurd and impractical in itself. So what if I choose to ignore that?
Love.
Every one craves it.
Desires it.
Needs it.
And its always the same. Predictable.
I just don't buy it.
The never-ending routine of meeting someone new, falling desperately for them, and then getting hurt to feel a sensation of pain that not even the best doctors can cure.
It's so terrifying.
I'm not going to waste my time anymore.
Because let's be honest, is anyone willing to sacrifice everything for love?
Chapter 1: A Fall Night
POV: Third Person
The halls were empty and the echo of students was long gone and dispersed from Pokey Oaks High where a redhead sat at the piano of the chorus room with her slim fingers playing the black and white keys elegantly.
Her soft humming to the music was hypnotizing to say the least, with her long scarlet red curls draped behind her back, some few strands coming to frame her face and her soft pink eyes gleaming as she bounced along the keys. Her perfect completion glowed with the sunlight that gleamed from the open windows.
Her name? I think you already know.
"Blossom! That was magnificent! Another orignal piece?" cried a middle aged lady as she strolled into the room.
"You know me too well, Mrs. Smith." The redhead beamed as she grabbed the pencil in front of her and started making slight changes to the music sheet she was reading from.
"When are you not writing in here?"
"Good point."
Blossom was in a word, a genius. Being her school's top music prodigy she was gifted when it came to anything regarding music. Most people were jealous of her gorgeous looks though, and paid no attention to what she did when the school doors were shut.
It was a shame but she enjoyed the privacy she had.
It was calming.
"Well, what is it this time? A song of betrayal? A song of inner turmoil?" the school's music teacher asked as she grabbed the messy chairs that laid across the room and began organizing them.
"Am I that predictable?" Blossom asked jokingly.
Mrs. Smith stopped what she was doing and just stared at the redhead with a raised eyebrow.
A soft silence came.
"The latter." The redhead sighed, speaking with an annoyed tone as the older woman rumbled with laughter.
"Blossom, Blossom." The woman began and the teen knew she was in for a lecture. "You need to begin to broaden your music if you ever want to pursue a career in this industry. It's already your junior year." Mrs. Smith said as she began cleaning up the messy room. Not that it was ever clean.
The redhead dressed in her school's uniform of a white button down, red tie and skirt turned in her seat to face the teacher, a small scowl forming on her lips.
"I thought you said I just needed to know who I was in order to make it." She spoke accusingly.
Mrs. Smith grabbed a cardboard box from the corner of the room and glanced at Blossom.
"That too. But you need to expose yourself to what you don't know, in order to know who you are. Pure talent alone is not going to get you anywhere. Don't you want to go to Juilliard?"
Blossom began grabbing her things and quietly nodded, her eyes on the floor.
"Then explore the unknown." The teacher whispered and with that, left to the backroom with a smile.
…
"I'm home." A tired, overthinking Blossom mumbled as she entered the large white house.
A blonde figure began to descend down the stairs and waved to the solemn redhead.
"Hey sis!" the soft voice shouted much to the distaste of our heroine.
Blossom sent a small smile as the yellow pigtailed girl began to follow her into the kitchen, probably waiting for the eldest to begin dinner. They were the same age but her younger sisters still relied on her leadership for most things.
"Hi Bubbles. How as cheerleading practice?" she asked quietly.
"Fun as usual! How's the song coming along?" the blonde sister asked as she twirled around the big kitchen and played with the hem of her cheer uniform. Her blue eyes twinkled respectfully as she giggled, and Blossom admired her younger sister's carefree nature.
How envious she thought to herself.
It took a while for Blossom to answer. She honestly was pretty stumped. Well as much as she didn't want to admit it, she had been having trouble. And the conversation from earlier was further salt in her wounds.
"Slowly. But coming." She mumbled with dismay in her usually bright tone as she cut up the vegetables in front of her, a little more viciously than she had intended.
The younger sister stopped in her tracks, wide-eyed. She peered to the sister with caution and opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by another voice coming from within the house.
"Yo! What's for dinner?" a girl with short black hair and green eyes asked as she came into the room, dressed in a messy pair of cargo shorts and a black tee. She scratched the back of her head and yawned until she noticed the tension of the room.
"What's wrong ?" she grunted as she made her way to sit on the kitchen's table tops.
The eldest didn't answer but the blonde motioned to the other, pointing at Blossom.
The green eyed girl closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh before walking over to the redhead and grabbing the knife from her quickly before she could protest.
"Hey!"
"What's up, princess?" the jaded eye girl asked lazily, not in the mood to argue.
"Buttercup, I'm fine. " Blossom muttered cringing because she didn't even believe herself.
"Don't give me that, I know somethings bugging you by the look on your face. So just save us both the time, and spill." Buttercup spoke.
Blossom let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and turned herself to look at both her sisters. She bit on her lip before speaking.
"Am I predictable?" she asked her eyes downcast.
Bubbles and Buttercup looked at each other and let a quiet echo enter the room.
"That answers my question." Blossom said discouraged as she grabbed the knife from Buttercup's hand and resumed to her vicious chops.
"It's not a bad thing!" Bubbles began to stutter as she placed a hand on her sisters back and rubbed gently.
"Yeah, I thought you liked that about yourself. Why begin to question it now?" Buttercup muttered in an reassuring tone.
"Because it's starting to effect my music! I just can't seem to write anything unique or new, these days." The eldest yelled as she gave up on cooking and sat on the kitchen floor, her head in her hands.
"How am I ever going to get in Juilliard, if I only ever listen and play one type of music? How far is that going to get me?" she whispered harshly.
Bubbles leaned down and pulled her sister into a hug as Buttercup kept staring with a strange look on her face until she chose to speak.
"If you are looking for a different sound, I know a place."
Blossom raised her soft pink eyes and stared into her sisters light green ones with hope on her face.
"Where?" she asked reluctantly and out of breath.
"The Music Café in downtown. There is a band that plays there Friday nights. I happen to know the drummer. They are pretty good and definitely not what you prim type are used too." She muttered while nodding.
"I don't know. I heard some bad stuff about it." Bubbles quietly chimed in.
"C'mon, do you want my help or not? You should at least listen to them play." Buttercup sneered.
"Are you in?"
Blossom sat quietly in place her eyes not leaving the tile in front of her.
This was what she needed. She needed to explore.
No matter how much she would hate it.
"I'm in."
…
The neon covered lights lit up the small café tables as the overall dark room gave Blossom goosebumps.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
She toyed with the straw in her drink, trying to ignore the looks she received from people. She stuck out to say the least, with her light pink sweater and white pleated skirt while most sported piercings, tattoos, and dark clothing.
Classy.
"Try to keep the pretentious attitude to a minimum. You won't survive here if you keep it up." Buttercup laughed as her eldest sister's uncomfortable aura was amusing.
Blossom sent her a glare before turning to look at the empty stage.
Curiosity bubbled inside of her as she tried to suppress the fear that came as well.
She only ever knew the music that she read about or wrote herself.
Playing the piano and violin was almost all she ever known.
So how was this any different?
Suddenly, the lights glared on stage and the crowd began to roar in excitement as Blossom sat quietly with her hands on her lap, analyzing carefully.
Three tall figures came to stand on stage, coming to the light to slowly show their faces.
Girls in the crowd were screaming at the handsome boys that stood proudly with looks of amusement. A black haired guy with dark forest green eyes sat behind on the drums, with a nose piercing and a whole sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, wearing a tight fitted dark green shirt and black jeans. He was intimidating.
THAT is the guy Buttercup knows? I'll have to talk to her about it later. She thought as she stole a glance at her sister before her attention resumed on the stage.
A blue eyed blonde sat at a keyboard. Something she was familiar with. But his entire look was the complete opposite of what she was about. He had no tattoos or piercings but still had a choker on his neck, a dark blue shirt with a black skull in the center, and black sweats.
No wonder she didn't fit in this crowd. Suddenly not blaming everyone for looking at her the way they did.
This was an entirely different world from her own.
She then paid attention to the boy in the middle. And her breath got caught in her throat. All of them were obviously attractive but he was on a different level.
His ears were adorned with various piercings, his red rough hair was spiky and long reaching almost to his chin. He wore a red tee with a black leather jacket over it, and a simple pair of jeans to top the look. His hands were covered in large rings, as he grabbed the microphone in front of him and fiddled with the strings of his amber electric guitar.
His strong jaw framed his perfect face but what mesmerized her most was his eyes.
They were blood red.
Blossom was put in a trance as she watched him interact with the members before taking the mic in his hands and speak.
"If you didn't already know, we are The Jojo Brothers and we are going to play something new for you all today! Ready?" his rough voice echoed as the crowd screamed in excitement.
He smirked and turned to the others and nodded.
And like that, it started.
Over My Head (originally by The Fray)
A Day To Remember Cover
I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
The drums started the song but his voice electrified the crowd as he delivered the music with a rough yet amazing voice. This was defiantly different from what she is used to. This was new.
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears
His guitar playing was pretty good to her keen ears as she looked at the screaming crowd. His lyrics had a paralyzing effect to her, since in her opinion, she hadn't been able to write anything as meaningful in a long while. She watched in a daze as he became enveloped in his own sound, smirking and singing with a confidence she wished she had.
Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on your mind
Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
The chorus rang through as he sang into the second verse. He kept his eyes closed but nonetheless enjoyed the sounds from his crazed fans.
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the arguments in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes betweenEveryone knows I'm in
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on your mind
The next verse was sung by the drummer and for the first time Blossom heard what her other sister called "Screamo". It was definitely different and caught her by surprise but the crowd was loving it and by the time the second chorus came up, everyone was on
their feet, including Buttercup while Blossom sat still, quietly observing.
Everyone knows I'm in And suddenly I become a part of your past
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind,she's on your mind
She's all on
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and it's effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves
Blossom watched in amazement as Buttercup jumped up and down and bobbed her head every time the black haired guy would sing. Blossom continued to listen as the bridge began and she let her feet fall into the tempo of the song.
And everyone knows I'm in
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on yourmind
She's on your mindEveryone knows I'm in
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on your mind
The song began to slow as she assumed was the final stretch towards the end. And as it did, everything seemed to slow down. The crowds screams seemed distant and the feeling that overcame her was nostalgic. Is this what music used to feel like for her? What changed? She watched as the leader pulled his head up and searched the crowd with a smirk before falling on her, as he raised an eyebrow.Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on your mind
Blossom stayed deadly still as red met pink and his eyes stayed glued on her while the rest of the crowd was erupting in cheers. Feeling suddenly nervous she lowered her gaze downwards and reluctantly stood up and tapped her sister on the shoulder.
"Hey, I think I'm going to go home." She said loudly trying to let her sister hear her over the screams of the erratic fans.
"Oh, okay. I hope this helped." Buttercup spoke loudly as she shrugged and turned her attention back to the band on stage.
Blossom stole one more glance at the members, the redhead hunk's stare still set on her, until she quickly grabbed her jacket and stepped off into the cold.
Yeah, I think it did.
…
This is how it begins.
She didn't know it.
And neither did he.
But this was the beginning of something much more than they had hoped.
Because although they were unaware, their fates were entwined with each others and everything was about to change.
A/N: Okay that wraps it up! I'm taking suggestions for songs you want to see so please review and tell me songs you would like to see in this fic! I hoped you enjoyed and till next time!
Preview for Chapter 2: We Meet Again
"You are that singer from the café!" Blossom exclaimed.
"Flattered you remembered me, sweetheart."
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