SOOO, here's the first chapter! I really hope you like it! BTW if you haven't read my other THE DRAGON KINGDOM, I highly recommend it. I am very proud of it! R&R please, it's very much appreciated!


Chapter 1:

No One's POV

"BLOSSOM!" A shrill yell was heard throughout Morebucks Manor. A seventeen-year-old girl rose from her small bed with a moan.

"Coming!" she shouted as she threw on a pair of spandex and a red tank top. The girl raced out of her basement room and up the stairs leading to the main floor of the huge house. She quickly placed multiple pastries and creamy coffee on an elegant china tray and padded up another set of stairs. She carefully walked down the long hall and stopped outside a set of expensive French doors. Opening them with her hip, she strolled inside the dark room and over to the king-size four-poster bed.

"Took you long enough." A voice grumbled from underneath the silk sheets. Blossom bowed her head and placed the tray on the bedside table.

"I'm sorry, Princess." She apologized. Princess sat up in the bed and glared at her.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again. Now leave!" Princess spat. Blossom nodded and walked out of the huge room. She now made her way over to a huge mahogany door, turning the handle and entering the gigantic room. A beautiful woman with cold eyes was resting on the bed.

"What would you like for breakfast, ma'am?" Blossom asked politely. The woman nodded at her and said,

"My usual." Blossom dipped her head and trudged out of the bedroom. But before she could close the door, the woman spoke again.

"Oh and Blossom?" she poked her head through the doorway.

"Yes, Sedusa?" Sedusa glared at her with malice.

"You'll find your list of chores on the counter. Princess and I will be out today until eight and I want them finished by the time we're home." Blossom's shoulders drooped. She had thought Sedusa would give her the day off, seeing as it was Sunday, but apparently not. Sedusa smirked at her stepdaughter as the girl said meekly,

"Yes, stepmother." The door clicked shut and Blossom marched downstairs and into the kitchen, preparing Sedusa's breakfast.

Blossom's POV

Let's see, two croissants, bowl of strawberries, cup of tea…done! Blossom thought as she arranged the meal on a silver tray. I wish they'd stop using Mom's family heirlooms. She thought sadly. But what can I do? I already tried persuading them otherwise and I got grounded for a week and had to clean the whole house top to bottom! I climbed the marble stairs yet again and proceeded to give my stepmother her breakfast and collect the china tray from Princess. As I washed the dirty dishes I started to sing.

Ready or Not (Bridgit Mendler)

H-Hey H-Hey
H-H-Hey (H-Hey)
Oooooooooooooo

I'm the kinda girl who doesn't say a word,
Who sits at the curb and waits for the world
But I'm about to break out, about to break out
I'm like a crook tonight

I caught you staring at me and I was thinking clearly
Now I'm like a bee and I'm huntin' for the honey
And I'm kinda shy but you're super fly yeah
I could be your kryptonite

Like ohh ohh ohh
Light my heart up baby like a match stick
Ohh ohh ohh
And hit the gas quick

Ready or not
Here I come
Where you at?
The night is young
In the crowd the music's loud but I will find you
Ready or not
Here I come
I like your face
Do you like my song?
Just sing it la la la la la la and I'll find you
Ready or not (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh)
Ready or not (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh)

Hello my name is...
Nice to meet you
I think you're famous
Where have I seen you?
You'll be my William, I'll be your Kate
Livin' like a fairytale

37 cars and a yacht down in Boca
Take me away wherever you say
Yeah we could be setting sail

Like ohh ohh ohh
Light my heart up baby like a matchstick
Ohh ohh ohh
And hit the gas quick

Ready or not
Here I come
Where you at?
The night is young
In the crowd the music's loud but I will find you
Ready or not
Here I come
I like your face
Do you like my song?
Just sing it la la la la la la and I'll find you
Ready or not (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh)
Ready or not, not (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh)

Ready or not here I come, here I come
You're like a breath of fresh air in my lungs
You and me dance from the night to the dawn
Ready or not here I come, boy it's on

Ready or not here I come, here I come
You're like a breath of fresh air in my lungs
You and me dance from the night to the dawn
Ready or not here I come, boy it's on

Ready or not
Here I come
Where you at?
The night is young
In the crowd the music's loud but I will find you
Ready or not
Here I come
I like your face
Do you like my song?
Just sing it la la la la la la and I'll find you

Ready or not (ready or not, you're like a breath of fresh air in my lungs)
Ready or not (here I come, oh)
Ready or not
Ready or not
Ready or not
Ready or not
Ready or not
Boombada Boombada Boombada
Ready or not!

I dried the last plate and placed it carefully into its proper cabinet, feeling satisfied with my singing. That is, until my bitch of a stepsister walked in. She was wearing a tight black tank top that said PRINCESS in bold letters and a skimpy gold miniskirt with black knee-high boots. Her fire-engine red hair was in its usual puffballs and she had put on WAY too much makeup. She looked horrible. She squinted her beady black eyes at me and scoffed,

"Wow you're so pathetic. You call THAT singing? Please. A dying cat sounds better than you." That hurt. I knew I sounded better than a dying cat! I wanted to tell her off so bad, but I didn't want to Sedusa to punish me. Angry tears rolled down my cheeks as I snatched my chore list from the countertop and fled the kitchen, Princess' mean laughter following me the whole way. I slammed the basement door shut and flung myself onto the bed.

Why does she have to be so cruel? I thought. I do everything around here yet she still treats me like crap! I wiped my eyes with the palm of my hand and looked at the list. It said:

Wax the ballroom floor (yes we have a ballroom. My father was a great scientist who made a lot of money before he passed away.)

Clean the windows

Do the laundry

Clean our rooms

Mop the kitchen

Dust the office

"Well that's not TOO bad." I said to myself. I jumped as I heard the front door slam. Good. Sedusa and Princess left. Now I'm alone. I grabbed my IPhone (a gift from my two best friends) and slowly stepped back up onto the ground floor of my father's house. I plugged my phone into the stereo and pressed play. Here's 2 Us by Victoria Justice began playing throughout the house and I smiled. Music was my life. My mother taught me to sing and play all sorts of instruments. When she became ill with cancer, I would always sing to her. She said it made her feel better. I was devastated when she died. My father was too, but being the protective father he was, he remarried so I could have a mother and a sister. Little did he know that as soon as he passed, they would fire all the maids and the butler and make me do everything. If I don't do what they say, Sedusa will lock me in my room and won't feed me. Sometimes, if she's really mad, she'll hit me. I have a bruise on my arm where she threw a plate at me last week for spilling some tea on her new dress.

As I finished cleaning the windows, I glanced at the clock. 9:30 AM. I'm supposed to meet my two best friends at the mall at 2. As I put in a load of Princess' and Sedusa's laundry, my thoughts drifted to the two girls who were the only thing I lived for.

Bubbles Chattiere is the daughter of a famous French fashion designer, and a lifesaver when it came to clothes. She has a knack for finding the coolest clothes in record time. Her mom adores me because I help out sometimes in her studio and on occasion has asked me to model for her. It's nothing broadcasted, though, because Sedusa would have my ass if she saw I was modeling Bianca Chattiere's latest styles. Bianca even lets me have a lot of her clothes, since Sedusa won't give me money for new ones. I have a whole wardrobe of the newest fashions over at Bubbles' house. I sneak out a lot, so I'm usually at her house, or Buttercup's. Ah, Buttercup Rivera. Where to begin? Her parents own a dance studio/gym that's located in the mall, so we hang out a lot in the unused studio in the back. She taught me how to dance, though I already knew some ballet and tap from my mother. BC also taught Bubs and I some judo, in case we ever need to defend ourselves (with all the guys that follow us, it was a good idea). Her parents love me as well, because I helped them fix the gym when it was basically demolished by some pro-wrestlers with a grudge, and I tutored Buttercup in English so she wouldn't fail. They gave me free reign of the gym and dance studio whenever I want, and they even paid me for tutoring! (Even though I did it originally for free)

My thoughts were interrupted by the beeping of the dryer, letting me know the clothes were finished. I folded them and put them in their owner's closets, then straightened up the two sloppy rooms. I grabbed the mop from the storage closet and mopped the kitchen, gliding on the wet tiles. But, I tripped and ended up on the floor, laughing my head off. I got up and dusted myself off, returning the mop to the closet and grabbing the duster before closing the door. I was singing along to Rihanna's Shut Up and Drive and dancing in the office, dusting everything, when the phone rang unexpectedly. I yelped in surprise and dropped the duster. I quickly pushed pause on the song and snatched the phone.

"Hello?" I asked, speaking into the phone. I heard someone clear their throat on the other end then ask,

"Yes, is this Miss Sedusa?" I quickly grabbed a pen and notepad from the desk and said,

"No I'm afraid Miss Sedusa isn't available at the moment. May I take a message?" I heard rustling through the speaker and the mystery person said,

"No that's alright. Will she be in later?" I raised my brow. They sure were persistent.

"Yes." I replied. "Sedusa will be home around eight o'clock."

"I'll call back then." They said.

"Alright, have a nice day!" I said, pressing the end button, silencing the phone.

That was a little weird. I thought to myself. I looked at the clock again. It read 1:15 PM.

"Crap, I gotta go!" I shouted. I grabbed my phone and keys, slipped my feet into my worn Pumas, and dashed out the door, still in the tank top and spandex. I made it to the mall with five minutes to spare. BC and Bubbles were waiting outside the door for me. They smiled when they saw me, and I walked over to them.

"Hey, Bloss!" they both said as they pulled me into a group hug. I laughed.

"Hey, girls!" I greeted them. Bubbles looked me up and down, shaking her head.

"Blossom, what exactly are you wearing?" She asked, her eyes widening. I glanced down at myself.

"What? I just threw on a shirt and some spandex. Sedusa had me working my ass off all morning." I shrugged. Bubbles nodded sympathetically and BC put a hand on my shoulder.

"How're you doing?" I shrugged again, looking at my feet. They took that as a 'not good' and immediately looped their arms through mine. We walked inside, and I immediately felt out of place.

What if Princess was right? I asked myself. What if I'm really NOT all that? Buttercup probably saw the look on my face because she growled.

"What did that bitch say to you this time?" I fought back tears.

"S-she said that my singing voice was awful and a dying cat sounded better." I mumbled. Bubs gasped and BC's eyes darkened. They both knew about my parents and how music was one of the only things I had left. That was something we shared. We all loved music.

"When I get my hands on her..." Buttercup trailed off. I gazed miserably at the floor. Bubbles nudged my shoulder. I looked up and met her eyes.

"Come on, girls. I know just what we need." She giggled. I smiled and BC groaned playfully. We both knew what she was going to say. "SHOPPING SPREE!" Bubs squealed. She dragged us inside her mother's top-of-the-line boutique. Her mother was sitting behind the jewelry counter, sketching what looked like a ball gown.

"Hey Mom!" Bubbles said. Bianca looked up and when her eyes landed on me she shot out of her chair and enveloped me in a hug.

"Ah, mi cheri! I have not seen you in ages!" she cooed, stroking my hair. She pulled back and rested her hands on my shoulders. She frowned at what I was wearing.

"Your stepmother has been making you work hard again, yes?" she asked. I nodded and looked down at my feet again. She put a hand under my chin, raising my face so we were eye-to-eye.

"Do not worry, belle, we will have you looking fabuleux in no time!" she smiled radiantly, and I couldn't help but smile back at her.

"That's our girl!" Buttercup said proudly, rubbing my back. Bubbles and I giggled and the four of us went to the studio in the back that held Bianca's most recent clothes. Her studio was a big spacious room with an elegant desk in the corner and a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There was a curtained area in the corner for changing, racks and racks of gorgeous clothes and countless shelves of shoes. Against one wall was a huge vanity with a stool in front of it. Next to the vanity was an armoire filled with every kind of makeup imaginable. I've been in here so many times, but each time I walk in it still takes my breath away. Bianca took a seat in front of her desk, turning around so she faced us, her eyes sparkling. BC gently pushed me onto the stool, where I waited for Bubbles to pick my outfit. She stood stock-still for a minute, staring at me. Then, she snapped out of her daze and rushed around the room, snatching clothes off of racks at lightning speed. When she was done, she handed me a small pile of clothes. I walked over to the changing area and closed the heavy curtain behind me. I slipped out of my red tank top and spandex, and shook off my sneakers. I wriggled into the outfit Bubs chose for me and strutted out from behind the curtain. Bianca beamed at me, Bubbles clapped her hands together and squealed, and BC whistled.

"Whoa, Blossy, you look AMAZING!" she shouted the last part and tackled me in a hug. I blushed and hugged her back. Bubbles scoffed playfully.

"Of course she looks amazing, I picked out her outfit, didn't I?" I laughed. I had the best friends. Bubs clapped her hands twice.

"Now, for makeup and hair." I plopped down on the stool once more and let Bubbles work her magic. She decided to only give me minimal makeup, just some black eyeliner and some strawberry lip gloss. When she finished, I stood up and turned around, a huge grin on my face. I was wearing dark skinny jeans with roses bedazzled on the ankles, a white tank top with a red rose on it, and nude ballet flats. I had on gold earrings in the shape of rosebuds, and a chunky gold bracelet. My auburn hair had been fishtail braided, leaving my bangs to frame my heart-shaped face. Bianca ran over and squeezed me mercilessly.

"Oh, mi cheri, you look simply breathtaking!" she gushed. I blushed furiously. No one has said anything that nice to me. "No matter what your family says to you, belle, you are your own person, and a gorgeous one at that!" My eyes started to tear. That's exactly what my mom used to tell me. The girls saw and joined the hug. After a moment we separated and Bubbles nodded towards the door. Buttercup winked and linked our arms.
"Hey Mom, we are going to have a girls' day today." Bubbles said, linking her left arm and my right. Bianca smiled at us and disappeared behind a rack of clothes for a second. She came back with a small wallet/phone case. It was the same pink as my eyes and had a red rose on the back outlined in gold. She took my IPhone and slipped it into the sleeve and handed it to me. I took it from her with a confused yet grateful look on my face.

"Thank you." I said quietly, smiling at her. She nodded at the case,

"Open the wallet part." Bianca said softly. I obeyed and my eyes widened at the sight before me. There was at least three hundred dollars in here! Maybe more! My head snapped up.

"Oh my gosh, this is WAY too much!" I protested. She gently closed my fingers over the case, shaking her head.

"You help out so much in the boutique and with modeling, it is the least I can do. Besides, you need to be spoiled, cheri. You have lived a painful life." I stared at her, dumbfounded. BC and Bubs laughed at my face and whisked me out of the door. Bianca waved at us, smiling.

"Have fun, girls!" she said in farewell. After about a minute of silence, I finally found my voice.

"Did you guys know about this?" I asked skeptically. Buttercup grinned mischievously.

"May-be." She said in a sing-song voice. I pretended to be angry, but they were trying to make me laugh, and it worked. We spent the next couple of hours hanging out and being teenage girls. We got manicures and pedicures (we had to drag Buttercup into the salon), went shopping, got our bellybuttons pierced (we convinced Bianca and BC's parents were cool with it), and ate lunch at this cute little café by Buttercup's parents' gym. After dropping our bags off at Bianca's boutique, we were just walking around, talking and laughing and snapping funny pictures.

"This has been the best day ever, you guys. I don't know how to thank you." I said to them. They looked at me like I was crazy.

"You don't have to thank us, Blossy." Bubbles said, giggling.

"Yeah, you deserve this." BC said sincerely. "After all, you have to live with that slutty bitch of a sister." I nodded, and grinned at a sudden thought.

"What do you think Princess would say if she saw me now?" We looked at each other and busted out laughing. I wiped a tear away.

"Oh my god, the look on her face would be priceless." I said. Bubbles nodded in agreement. Buttercup was still laughing.

"And think of her little minions, Stacy and Jenny." We started laughing again. Bubbles was leaning on me for support, Buttercup was practically on the floor, and I was clutching my stomach. BC shook her head.

"Those three are pathetic." I chuckled. We were now at the fountain by the back of the mall, right in between Bubbles' mom's store and Buttercup's parents' gym. We stopped and sat down on a nearby bench, enjoying each other's company. It was great to be here relaxing with my two greatest friends. We understood each other perfectly, and they were protective of me and cared about me, something that hasn't happened since my father died. With them, I felt so happy and care-free. I was over the moon.

Over The Moon (Cher Lloyd)

Blossom: I'm over the moon
Doing my thing, doing my thing
I'm over the moon,
Just doing my thing, and I won't come down

The girls quickly caught on, and started to sing with me. Soon we were rocking out, singing and dancing, right in the middle of the mall, but we could care less. All we cared about was having fun.

Buttercup: I'm over the moon, no silver spoon in my milky way
When Simon told me I was trouble, all I said is okay
Now l-l-let me turn my swag on and step up to the plate
Then I'll put London in my pocket, up-up-up and away

Bubbles: I've been chilling on a star, with my five star view
I wanna get so far, that I see you boo
Reaching into the jar for a dream come true
Skipping the sky-y

All: I'm over the moon
Doing my thing, doing my thing
I'm over the moon,
Doing my thing, doing my thing
And I can't, get enough
Life is feeling so good, cause I keep moving up
I'm over the moon,
Doing my thing, and I won't come down

Blossom: I'm over the moon, so watch your head cause I'm throwing rocks
It feels like Red Bull gave me wings and I can't be stopped
You see I rhyme like a beast, but I sing like a flower
I'm feeling tall, so tall like the Eiffel Tower

Bubbles: I've been chilling on a star, with my five star view
I wanna get so far, that I see you boo
Reaching into the jar for a dream come true
Skipping the sky-y

All: I'm over the moon
Doing my thing, doing my thing
I'm over the moon,
Doing my thing, doing my thing
And I can't, get enough
Life is feeling so good, cause I keep moving up
I'm over the moon,
Doing my thing, and I won't come down

Buttercup: Floating in space
I love this place, ET says hey (hey-ey-ey)
My mind's so clear
This atmosphere, I got no fear

Bubbles: I've been chilling on a star with my five star view,
Reaching into the jar for my dream come true
I'm over the moon
Doing my thing, doing my thing

Blossom: And I can't, get enough
Life is feeling so good, cause I keep moving up
I'm over the moon,
Doing my thing, and I won't come down

Blossom/Bubbles: Keep moving up (and I won't come down)
I'm over, I'm over (and I won't come down)

Buttercup: I'm over the moon! Haha!

We ended strong and everyone started clapping and cheering. I blushed, unused to the attention, but loving it nonetheless. Bubbles waved and smiled, and BC smirked and crossed her arms. But, her smirk quickly turned into a scowl. I gave her a questioning look, and she gestured towards the fountain. I looked over and saw, to my horror, Princess and her minions. Princess was shaking with rage, her face flushed. My eyes widened as she stalked over to us. Buttercup and Bubbles immediately moved to stand on either side of me. They glared at my stepsister.

"What are you doing here?!" Princess hissed, narrowing her eyes at me. I felt my face pale. I am so dead…

"She's allowed to have a life outside of being forced to be your slave!" Bubbles spat, venom dripping in her voice. Everyone gasped. I knew a lot of people here, and I was well-liked. Princess' eyes widened at the revelation. That's when her eyes landed on our clothes. We looked fantastic, and we knew it. Buttercup crossed her arms and smirked. She was wearing ripped skinny jeans, a skin-tight green crop top that stopped an inch below her boobs and said BAD ASS on it in black letters (showing off her green belly piercing), and green high-top converse. Bubbles was wearing a light blue miniskirt, a white tank top that stopped above her bellybutton (and showed her light blue belly piercing), an electric blue jacket that stopped at her boobs, and brown gladiator sandals. Princess saw my outfit (you couldn't see my pink piercing) and started to breathe heavily. By now a crowd had formed and everyone was watching to see what would happen.

"Is that a Chattiere original?" she asked dangerously. I gulped.

"Um, yes?" I said, unsure about her reaction. She flushed angrily, her face turning an ugly purple color.

"HOW DID YOU GET THAT?!" she shrieked. Bubbles stepped up, partially covering me from Princess' wrath. Bubbles gets really mad if you insult her friends, and she can't stand Princess (who can?).

"For your information, my mother is Bianca Chattiere." She said haughtily. Princess gasped in shock. Bubbles narrowed her eyes at her. She recovered quickly and said,

"Well how about instead of dressing up that fat ugly whore you use me as a model instead." She purred, striking a pose. My eyes pooled with tears at her words. Buttercup growled.

"Who you calling a fat ugly whore, bitch?!" she shouted at Princess, who sneered at her.

"Well obviously that thing that doesn't have any class or else she would be standing up for herself." She pointed at me. Bubbles gasped and BC got right in Princess' face.

"Listen up, bitch, that thing over there is one of my best friends and she has WAY more class than you'll ever have!" Princess scoffed.

"And how could she have more class than me?" Bubbles practically exploded, she was so mad.

"Because she's a good person and doesn't bully people and she's not a spoiled brat and doesn't dress slutty like you!" Bubs snarled. Princess pushed past my two best friends and walked right up to me. I took a step back, my eyes wide with fear. What's she going to do to me? I thought. She narrowed her eyes and poked my chest.

"Well, well, looks like the little misfit found some friends, hmmm?" she said. I stood there, frozen. I didn't want to get in a fight with her, because Sedusa would lock me in my room and starve me for a month. Princess smiled evilly and slapped me across the cheek. Hard. I yelped in pain as I hit the floor, clutching the side of my face. Buttercup screamed,

"OH NO YOU DIDN'T, BITCH!" Princess whipped around, and BC lunged at her. She tackled Princess to the ground, and they started fighting each other…well, mostly Buttercup beating the shit out of Princess. Bubbles ran to my side and helped me up.

"Let's get out of here." She said gently, I was still in shock from the slap. I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice.
"Buttercup, leave her!" Bubbles shouted. "She's not worth it!" BC reluctantly got up, glaring daggers at Princess, who was lying on the ground with a bloody nose.

"This isn't over." BC hissed. Princess' eyes widened fearfully. She calmly joined Bubbles and I, her eyes softening when she saw my tear-stained cheeks.

"Come on." Bubbles said, as the people started to disperse. I actually saw a couple people glare and sneer at Princess, who shrank away from the hostile attitudes. I would've laughed if my face didn't hurt so much. I can't believe she did that! And in front of everyone I know! Buttercup wrapped her arm around my shoulders comfortingly, guiding me through the crowd. A lot of people gave me sympathetic looks; some even said 'Get better soon' or 'Way to go, Buttercup' as they walked by. We weren't paying much attention though as we made our way to Buttercup's family gym. Bubbles was in front of us, plowing through all the people and making an easier path for me to follow. We finally reached the gym. Buttercup's mom, Janine, greeted us as we walked in. Her eyes widened when she saw my cheek. It was red and inflamed and bleeding. Buttercup gave her an I'll-explain-later look and she nodded. Bubbles wrapped her hand around mine as she resumed her spot next to me. She squeezed it gently and I smiled weakly. We climbed up the stairs leading to the second floor. My eyes were blurry from crying and I tripped on the last step. Buttercup caught me, and steered me toward the back room. We had to walk straight past the weight lifting section to get to the private area, and there were three guys working out that looked like they were our age. They stopped what they were doing when we trudged by, staring at us. We ignored them. We've all had really bad experiences with boyfriends, getting our hearts broken and being backstabbed, so we swore off dating. It's another thing that brought us closer together. Janine reached the door first and opened it, ushering us inside. She looked at me, concern etched on her face.

"What happened?" she demanded. BC and Bubs looked at each other, silently agreeing that Bubbles would explain the situation and BC would stay with me. Bubbles turned to Janine.

"Can we go in a different room? I don't wanna repeat what happened in front of Blossom." She said lowly. Janine glanced at me, assessing my condition, nodded yes, and the two of them walked out, probably headed for the employee lounge downstairs. I leaned into Buttercup and cried my heart out. She snaked her arms around me and held me. She didn't say anything, just sat there and let me cry. When I had finally calmed down, she turned me so I was facing her. She stroked my hair, fixing my bangs and sweeping stray hairs behind my ears. Buttercup stood up and walked over to the closet, retrieving a First-Aid kit. She sat down next to me and wiped my tears away, taking off my makeup in the process. She tried applying some healing balm, but failed miserably. I giggled at her attempt and turned to face the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the wall (we were in a dance studio). I gingerly wiped the blood off my cheek, revealing an ugly cut about two inches long that spread across my cheek. I dabbed on the antiseptic, inhaling sharply when it touched the open wound. I then took two butterfly bandages (used kinda like stitches-across the cut) and stuck them over the deep scratch. When I was done I returned the kit to the closet and sat down cross legged, leaning against the mirrors. I patted the spot next to me and Buttercup smiled and walked over to me. She slid down to the floor and we hugged. She took out her IPhone and turned on the camera.

"Smile!" she said teasingly, poking me in the stomach. I giggled and grinned at the camera.

"Is that the best you got?" she challenged. I made a face at her, making her laugh. She poked my stomach again, making me laugh, too.

"Hey watch it! My stomach's still a bit sore from the piercing!" I said, swatting her hand away. Buttercup put on an innocent face.

"Oops, I had no idea!" she said in a high-pitched voice. I rolled my eyes and smiled at her. I playfully punched her shoulder. A huge smile formed on her face.

"There's my girl!" she said, squeezing my shoulders. I stuck my tongue out at her. She chuckled and snapped another picture before I could protest.

"BC! I look horrible! Delete that right now!" I scolded her. She smirked.

"How about…no." I growled at her and lunged for the phone. She leaned away and held it out of my reach, still smirking. I pouted and made another grab for the device. I was unsuccessful.

"Buttercup!" I said exasperatedly. All of a sudden, the door swung open, causing both of us to jump. We relaxed when we saw it was only Bubbles.

"Hey!" she said cheerfully. We smiled at her. "How're you doing?" she asked me. BC scoffed.

"She's fine." Bubbles glared at her, making me laugh. Hearing my laugh calmed her down and she sat down on the other side of me, our shoulders touching. We sat there in silence for a second until Bubbles piped up,

"You know what would make you feel better?" I looked at her questioningly. Buttercup raised a brow.

"Well speak, dammit!" Buttercup said. I snickered.

"SINGING! Alright ladies, take off your shoes!" she commanded. BC and I looked at each other, smirking. We did as we were told and kicked off our shoes, flinging them to the side of the room. We got into position, me in the middle with Bubs on one side and BC on the other.

"Ready?" I asked. They nodded, smiling at me.

Circus (Britney Spears)

Bubbles: There's only two types of people in the world
The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe
Well baby I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl
Don't like the backseat, gotta be first (oh, oh)

Blossom: I'm like the ringleader
I call the shots (call the shots)
I'm like a firecracker
I make it hot (make it hot)
When I put on a show

Buttercup: I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins (hah, hah, hah)
Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break (hah, hah, hah)
I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage (hah, hah, hah)
Better be ready, hope that ya feel the same (hah, hah, hah)

We sing this song a lot because it totally describes us. We were having a great time, dancing and singing with each other, completely oblivious to our surroundings.

All: All the eyes on me in the center of the ring
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
When I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
Don't stand there watching me, follow me
Show me what you can do
Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho)

Buttercup: There's only two types of guys out there,
Ones that can hang with me, and ones that are scared
So baby I hope that you came prepared
I run a tight ship, so beware

Blossom: I'm like a ring leader, I call the shots.
I'm like a fire cracker;
I make it hot

When I put on a show.

Bubbles: I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins (hah, hah, hah)
Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break (hah, hah, hah)
I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage (hah, hah, hah)
Better be ready, hope that ya feel the same (hah, hah, hah)

All: All the eyes on me in the center of the ring
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
When I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
Don't stand there watching me, follow me
Show me what you can do
Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho)

Buttercup/Bubbles: Let's go..(ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
Let me see what you can do..(ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
I'm running this.
Yeah, like what..?

All: All the eyes on me in the center of the ring
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
When I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
Don't stand there watching me, follow me
Show me what you can do
Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
All the eyes on me in the center of the ring
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
When I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah)
Don't stand there watching me, follow me
Show me what you can do
Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor
Just like a circus (ah, ah, ahaha-hah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho)

We stopped singing and dancing, smiling at each other. I have the coolest friends in the world…

"That was great you guys." I said earnestly. Buttercup crossed her arms and scoffed,

"Puh-lease, that was fucking AMAZING!" Bubbles laughed and plopped down on the floor. She motioned to the space in front of her.

"Sit down, Blossy; I gotta redo your hair." I playfully rolled my eyes, but sat down anyway. Bubbles began to fix my hair, so Buttercup sat down in front of me and we started playing an old favorite hand game of mine: concentration. I was much better at it than BC; she kept getting the hand motions confused. I laughed at her and she stuck her tongue out at me. Then we started playing thumb war. She kept beating me but I didn't mind. We were in the middle of an especially intense game when Bubbles spoke up.

"Done!" she exclaimed. I jumped and lost my focus, resulting in my thumb being squished by Buttercup's.

"HAHA!" she laughed. "I WIN!" I made a face.

"You only won cuz Bubs distracted me!" I whined.

"Doesn't matter now, do it, Red?" she said cockily. "I still won." I growled and lunged at her, taking her by surprise and tackling her to the floor. We were rolling around on the floor, play wrestling, until Bubbles wrenched us apart.

"Quit it, you guys, we don't need Blossy's cut opening up again!" she said sternly. I shrugged but BC pouted.

"Aw, you're no fun Bubs." Bubbles mock glared at her and smacked her upside the head.

"HEY!" Buttercup said indignantly.

"What?" Bubbles asked innocently. I chuckled at their banter. I slowly stood up and made my way to the center of the room. And I started to sing.

Wings (Little Mix)

Blossom: Mama told me not to waste my life
She said spread your wings my little butterfly

Don't let what they say keep you up at night
And if they give you shhhh...
Then they can walk on by

I began to dance, spinning and dipping along with the music. I closed my eyes and just sang, letting the music flow through me. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that Bubbles and BC had joined me. They were grinning like crazy, following my lead and having fun.

Bubbles: My feet, feet can't touch the ground
And I can't hear a sound
But you just keep on running up your mouth yeah

Buttercup: Walk, walk on over there
'Cause I'm too fly to care, oh yeah

Blossom: Your words don't mean a thing
I'm not listening
Keep talking, all I know is

All: Mama told me not to waste my life,
She said spread your wings my little butterfly
Don't let what they say keep you up at night
And they can't detain you
'Cause wings are made to fly
And we don't let nobody bring us down
No matter what you say – it won't hurt me
Don't matter if I fall from the sky
These wings are made to fly

Bubbles: Hey, hey, woo!

Blossom: I'm firing up on that runway
I know we're gonna get there someday
But we don't need no "Ready. Steady. Go!", no

Buttercup: Talk, talk turns into air
And I don't even care, oh yeah

Bubbles: Your words don't mean a thing
I'm not listening
Keep talking, all I know is

All: Mama told me not to waste my life,
She said spread your wings my little butterfly
Don't let what they say keep you up at night,
And they can't detain you
'Cause wings are made to fly
And we don't let nobody bring us down
No matter what you say – it won't hurt me
Don't matter if I fall from the sky
These wings are made to fly

Buttercup: I don't need no one saying

Blossom/Bubbles: Hey, hey, hey, hey

Buttercup: I don't hear no one saying

Blossom/Bubbles: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Bubbles: You better keep on walkin'

I don't wanna hear your talkin'

Blossom/Buttercup: Boy'd

Bubbles: You better keep on walkin'

I don't wanna hear your talkin'

Blossom/Buttercup: Boy'd

Blossom: Your words don't mean a thing
I'm not listening
They're just like water off my wings

All: Mama told me not to waste my life
She said spread your wings my little butterfly (my little butterfly)
Don't let what they say keep you up at night
And they can't detain you
'Cause wings are made to fly
And we don't let nobody bring us down
No matter what you say – it won't hurt me
Don't matter if I fall from the sky
These wings are made to fly
And we don't let nobody bring us down
No matter what you say – it won't hurt me
Don't matter if I fall from the sky
These wings are made to fly

The song was over and Bubbles squealed and pulled BC and I into a victory hug.

"That was AWSEOME!" she said happily. "Princess doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about, girl you can SING!" Buttercup laughed at my red face. Suddenly, my phone rang.

"Crap." I said nervously. "I hope it's not Sedusa." Bubbles and Buttercup glanced at me worriedly. I picked up the phone and hesitantly pressed the green button.

"Ah cheri, I was hoping to reach you!" Bubbles' mother said to me. I smiled and put her on speaker.

"Hi Bianca." I said. Bubbles giggled and BC relaxed.

"How are you, dear? Janine told me what happened." I sighed. If she knew, then so did Sedusa. No doubt Princess went running to mommy after she had her ass handed to her.

"I'm okay. She slapped me pretty hard and my cheek is cut, but I bandaged it up." I replied.

"Oh, belle, I am so sorry this happened. You simply must stay over tonight. I do not want you in that house with those horrid women." Bubbles squealed again.

"Oh Mom, can she?! It would be SO much fun! I just redid my room, you're going to love it!" Bianca laughed on the other end.

"Yes, mon amour, Blossom and Buttercup will spend the night tonight. I insist." BC grinned.

"Cool. I'll go ask Mom. Back in a sec." she strolled out of the room.

"I-I don't know, Bianca, what would Sedusa say?" I said nervously. Bianca laughed.

"You leave Sedusa to me. I have handled her before." I bit my lip. She had helped me out of bad situations a couple times. Bubbles growled,

"Oh I wish we could get back at Princess for hitting you." Suddenly, I had an idea. I smiled devilishly. Bubs raised a brow at me.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked her. Bubbles smirked, an evil glint in her sky-blue eyes.

"We go to that thrift store down the street, buy a butt-ugly dress, modify it somewhat, slap on my mom's label, and give it to Princess to get in Sedusa's 'good graces'?" she asked. I nodded in affirmation, making her squeal and tackle me with a hug.

"THIS IS WHY WE ARE BEST FRIENDS!" Bianca and I laughed.

"What do you think, Mom?" Bubbles said into the phone. "Can we?" Bianca chuckled.

"Let's do it!" she told us. Bubs and I hugged each other, jumping up and down.

"This is gonna be great!" I said enthusiastically.

"When you have found a suitable dress, bring it to the boutique so we can make it a Chattiere original." Bianca told us. Just then, BC walked in.

"Yo, my mom's cool with me spending the night." We smiled at each other.

"Yay!" Bubbles said. "You can just borrow some of my clothes." BC nodded and Bubs turned to me.

"And of course, you've got the closet at my house." I giggled. We said goodbye to Bianca and filled Buttercup in on the plan. She busted out laughing.

"Holy shit, this is gonna be HILARIOUS! I can't wait to see her face when she finds out it's not real!" I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Alright ladies. Time to put Operation Revenge-On-My-Bitchy-Stepsister to work!" I said. Bubbles laughed. The three of us walked out of the dance studio, arm in arm. As we passed Bianca's boutique, Bubbles froze. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Bubs, what's wrong?" I said. She dragged us into the boutique and behind a rack of dresses.

"Girls, we're being followed!" she hissed. My eyes widened, while Buttercup's narrowed.

"Who is it? Princess?" BC growled. Bubbles shook her head.

"It's the Roberts brothers!" She said. I gasped.

"You mean the guys who are always trying to date us?!" I rage whispered. She nodded. Suddenly Bubbles started scrutinizing our clothes.

"What's up, blue?" BC asked.

"We need to look fabulous." She said with a determined look on her face. Buttercup and I glanced at each other.

"Um, what?" I said, confused. She giggled.

"They need to get a clue. Especially Darian." BC nodded. The Roberts brothers were these three morons who were always trying to get us to be their girlfriends. They think they're so hot, but they're a bunch of idiots. Damian is after Bubbles, Darrik is head over heels for Buttercup, and Darian is obsessed with me. Lately, he's been stalking me. It's really creepy.

"So what do we do?" I asked. Bubbles grinned.

"WARDROBE CHANGE!" she whisper yelled. Buttercup and I groaned playfully. Here we go…I thought to myself as Bubbles dragged us to her mom's studio. Again.

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Thirty minutes later, we were finally finished with the wardrobe change. I had to admit, we did look pretty damn good. Buttercup was lucky; she only had to slightly modify her outfit. She was wearing her previous outfit, with a mini leather jacket on, and back pumps. We don't like wearing a lot of makeup, so she only had on black eyeliner and some red lip gloss. I was wearing white skinny jeans with a red tank top that stopped right above my bellybutton, showing off my pink belly piercing. I also had on black pumps. My hair was still braided, and I had on the same makeup. I was wearing gold hoops and a chunky gold bracelet, and I had on a mini leather jacket just like BC. Bubbles had on a white beaded skirt that went to her mid-thigh, a bright blue tank top on that stopped in the middle of her stomach, exposing her blue piercing. She had accessorized with silver heart-shaped earrings and a silver ankle bracelet. She was also wearing the same makeup and jacket as Buttercup and I, and she curled her hair, letting it flow down to the middle of her back. She was wearing Black pumps as well.

"Can we go now?" I said impatiently. I wanted to get back at Princess so bad! Bubbles giggled and took one final look at our outfits. She nodded her head and we were off. BC's stomach growled on the way down the street, causing Bubs and I to burst out laughing.

"Hey, after we're done getting the dress, let's stop at yogurtology. It's right next door and I'm starving." She said. I smirked.

"No, really? I had no idea." I said sarcastically. Buttercup rolled her eyes and shoved me. But before I could retaliate, Bubbles spoke up.

"Code orange, five o'clock." She said lowly. 'Code orange' meant 'unwanted boy alert'. I stealthily glanced behind us, and sure enough, there were the Roberts brothers, following us. I groaned. We made it to the thrift store and instantly headed over to the dress section. I started going through the dresses, looking for the ugliest dress I could find. Bubbles wasn't having much luck, and neither was BC. After about five minutes, I struck gold.

"Oh my god, girls, check this one out!" I said disgustedly. I held up a dress that made me want to hurl. Buttercup started laughing, and Bubbles' eyes widened in horror.

"Imagine. HAHAHA! Princess. HAHAHA! In that! HAHAHA!" she said in between giggles. It was pretty funny. The dress was a burnt orange color, strapless, and had a ginormous maroon bow on the waist line. It was formfitting and about knee-length. It was absolutely awful.

"That's perfect!" Bubbles squealed, snatching the dress and taking a closer look.

"Your mom's gonna love it!" I said, stifling a laugh.

"I sure hope you aren't thinking of buying that. You're too pretty." A deep masculine voice said from behind us. We whipped around, coming face-to-face with the three guys we had seen in Buttercup's gym. They were all tall, maybe 6'2", and muscular. The one on the left was wearing a blue shirt and jeans, with white Air Jordans. He had blonde hair and his ocean blue eyes were glued to Bubbles. The guy in the middle was watching me, his red eyes never leaving my face. He was wearing a red baseball cap backwards and had long red hair, maybe to the middle of his back, held back in a low ponytail. He was wearing a red t-shirt, jeans, and high tops. The boy next to him had spiky black hair and forest green eyes. He was wearing a dark green shirt, jeans, and converse. He was watching BC with interest. Thinking fast on my feet, I said,

"Thanks, but it's not for us. It's for…" I trailed off. I didn't know what to call Princess, she certainly wasn't my friend. Thankfully Bubbles came to my rescue.

"It's for a friend of ours." She said. Buttercup snickered. The guy in the red eyed us curiously.

"Sure hate to be them right now." He said. Buttercup crossed her arms.

"So, who are you and what do you want?" Bubbles elbowed her for being rude, but her gaze didn't waver. They seemed surprised at her question. The guy in green spoke up.

"You mean you don't know who we are?" he said incredulously.

"I'm sorry, should we?" Bubbles said politely. Their eyebrows rose, and the guy in red said to us,

"Well, I'm Brick and these are my brothers Boomer and Butch." He said, gesturing to blonde and then the green guy. "Ring any bells?" We shook our heads no. Suddenly, someone rounded the corner, and upon seeing us, rushed over. It was Darian. My eyes widened as I looked at BC and Bubbles. Bubs bit her lip nervously and Buttercup swore under her breath.

"Look, it was cool meeting you and all that crap, but we have to go. Like, now." She said. She grabbed my hand and we ran to the checkout and paid for the dress. We then sprinted out of the store, Bubbles hot on our tail.

"Oh my gosh, we can't let them find us!" Bubbles hissed. I nodded. I didn't want Darian anywhere near me. He is known to abuse his girlfriends, and is really mean to them. I get enough of that from my stepfamily; I don't need an abusive boyfriend as well. Buttercup and Bubbles must have seen the look on my face, cuz they slipped their arms through mine and walked on either side of me, keeping a lookout.

"Don't worry, Red, they're not getting anywhere close to you." Buttercup said threateningly.

"Th-thanks, you guys." I said quietly.

"No worries Blossy." Bubbles said. She held up the bag with the dress in it. "Let's go give this to Mom." She giggled. I smiled and said,

"Let's do it."

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"What just happened?" Boomer asked. Brick looked at his brothers.

"I think we just got blown off by a couple of girls." Brick said to them. Butch was fuming.

"Who does that chick think she is?!We're the RowdyRuff Boys, for fuck's sake!" he growled.

"They looked pretty shaken up. Wonder why?" Boomer said. Brick felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, coming face-to-face with some guy. He looked pissed. Brick raised his eyebrows at the dude.

"And you are…?" he said.

"Darian. Why were you talking to Blossom?" he replied. Brick figured this is the guy that made the girls run off. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Who's Blossom?" he said curiously. Darian snorted.

"The babe you were just talking to." Brick scowled. He didn't like the way Darian talked about this 'Blossom'.

"In case you didn't notice, there were three girls we were just talking to." Boomer said. Darian rolled his eyes.

"She has long red hair and bubblegum pink eyes." He elaborated. Brick nodded, thinking. So the girl in red was Blossom. She seemed really nice. And hot…Whoa there Brick. You don't even know her. He thought.

"Who were the other girls with her?" Butch questioned. Darian's eyes narrowed.

"Did one have black hair and lime green eyes?" he asked. Butch nodded in confirmation.

"That's Buttercup Rivera." Darian explained. "Her parents own the gym in the mall." Brick and his brothers glanced at each other. Those were the girls they had seen walk past them in the gym, when Blossom's cheek was covered in blood. Darian continued.

"Yeah, she's a tough bitch." Butch tensed and glared at Darian, who didn't notice.

"And the other one?" Brick prodded. "She had light blue eyes and blonde hair." Darian smirked victoriously and whipped out his phone. While he was dialing a phone number, he answered Brick's question.

"That's Bubbles Chattiere. She's the daughter of Bianca Chattiere, the fashion designer. She's a real cutie." This time Boomer tensed, his hands balled into fists. Darian pressed the call button and brought the phone to his ear.

"Yo Darrik, it's me…yeah, they're headed your way…no, I scared them off…shut up, man. By the end of today, Blossom is gonna be mine." Brick clenched his hands, sharing a look with his brothers. They didn't like where this was going. "No, wait till I get there. Then on their way out, we'll grab them…no, of course not, moron! No mercy! They've ignored us too long!" Darian grinned evilly and hung up the phone, walking out of the store without a backwards glance. Boomer turned to his older brother.

"Well?" he said. Brick nodded at him.

"Let's go." And with those words the trio followed Darian into Townsville Mall.

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"Mom! We're back!" Bubbles shouted when we entered the store. Bianca popped out from behind a rack of pants. She strolled over to us put her arm around me.

"Ah, mon amour, did you find a dress?" she asked us. We nodded and she smiled. "Well then, come to my studio and we will make it a Chattiere original." She said. Bubs, BC, and I laughed and followed Bianca back to the private room. She held her hand out for the dress, and I gave it to her. She wrinkled her nose and screwed up her eyes, making us laugh.

"This is definitely not something I would put on one of my models." She declared. While she was gluing on the label, we had a little huddle.

"Okay, here's the plan." Bubbles said. "I talked it over with Mom and she said that after we're done here we're gonna go over to your house, Blossy. You're gonna go in, do whatever for like twenty minutes, and then Mom is going to ring the doorbell. When she does, open the side door in the kitchen; BC, you and I are gonna sneak in and go to Blossy's room. While Mom is giving Sedusa the dress and arranging your stay, we're gonna help you pack. Then, when we're done, we'll sneak out the kitchen door again and put your stuff in the car. You'll come out with Mom and then we'll drive over to my house." She explained. "Got it?" Buttercup and I nodded.

"Finished!" Bianca sang. We giggled.

"Perfect timing, Bianca." Buttercup said. She smiled at us.

"Come on, mi cheri, it's time for Operation Sleepover!" she said to me. We laughed and exited the boutique, closing up for the night. On our way out, though, I couldn't help but feel like we're being followed.

"Do you guys feel like we're being watched?" I said lowly, so only BC and Bubs could hear me. BC scowled and gave a curt nod, and Bubbles pursed her lips. Bubbles went up and whispered something to her mom, who nodded and started walking faster. Bubbles gestured towards Bianca with her head.

"Mom's going to go pull up the car." She explained. I nodded and Buttercup looped her am through mine and we walked faster. When we caught up to her, Bubbles looped her arm through my free one, tugging us along. We strode towards the doors, forty feet….thirty…twenty…ten…

"Where do you think you're going?" someone said from behind us. I stiffened. That sounded like…

"What are you doing here, Darian?" Buttercup spat. He shrugged.

"It's a free country, isn't it? Besides, I just wanted to see Blossom." My face paled and Bubbles growled.

"Blossy isn't interested in you and she never will be!" she snarled, shooting him a death glare. If looks could kill…

"But she doesn't really have a choice, does she?" Darian said, smirking.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" I stammered. He stepped closer.

"If you don't agree then I'll make your life a living hell…" he trailed off. Suddenly, he grabbed my right arm and twisted it behind me. He placed his hand on my shoulder, about to dislocate it. I screamed in pain, tears rolling down my face. Princess had popped my wrist out of its socket a month ago and it was still sensitive. Buttercup lost it. She lunged at Darian.

"Ah, ah, ah, Butterbitch." He said. "Attack me and little Blossom gets a broken arm." Bubbles eyes widened and she clutched BC's shoulder, holding her back.

"Let me go, Bubbles! This asshole needs to be taught a lesson!" she yelled, struggling. Darian's eyes narrowed.

"I'm not the one who needs to be taught a lesson." He said, twisting my arm even more. I bit my lip to keep from screaming again.

"Dude, I suggest you back the fuck up before I have to seriously mess up your face." A masculine voice said. Brick, Butch, and Boomer stepped out from the shadows.

"Stay out of this, man; this isn't any of your concern." Darian snarled, gripping my wrist tighter. Brick glared at him, and his brothers moved to block Darian from running off.

"When you hurt an innocent person it automatically becomes my concern." He retorted. His crimson eyes flashed, and Darian gulped. He let go of my arm and ran off, swearing. I gasped and clutched my arm, falling to my knees.

"Blossom!" Bubbles shrieked. She and Buttercup ran over to me, helping me up.

"Are you okay?" Buttercup asked, concern in her voice. I nodded shakily and turned to Brick.

"Thank you." I said gratefully. He smiled at me, and my stomach fluttered.

"No problem." He replied. "You sure you're okay, though?" I nodded, smiling weakly.

"Yeah, I'm used to it." I said. My eyes widened when I realized what I had said and my hand flew up to my mouth.

"What do you mean, 'you're used to it'?" Boomer asked. I sighed in defeat, and my shoulders drooped. Buttercup rubbed my back comfortingly. I got an idea and whispered it to Bubbles. She nodded and walked up to Brick and his brothers.

"It's a really long story." She apologized. "But if you really want to hear it, then come to this address at ten o'clock tonight." She handed Brick a slip of paper with her address on it. Brick glanced at it, then at me, and nodded.

"We'll be there." Bubbles smiled and returned to her spot beside me.

"We gotta go now, but we'll see you later!" she said brightly, steering me to the door. BC waved, and we walked over to Bianca's Mercedes-Benz and drove to my house.


SIDE NOTE:

Bubbles' mom is French, so some French words will be thrown in here or ther. Os here's what she said THIS chapter:
mi cheri: my darling
mon amour: my love
fabeleux: fabulous
belle: beautiful, or gorgeous
Well, that's all for now! REVIEW PLEASE! XOXO