A/N: I'm screaming over the reviews and stuff. Bless ya'll
There are somewhat mature scenes, please don't read if you're like twelve lol.
Also, please don't always expect these long ass 6k+ chapters. I'm literally the worst at updating and being consistent so don't be surprised if my chapters cut down to around 3k
(Rather than fear,
My attraction to you is bigger.
I guess that I'm playing with fire)
Its ten thirty nine in the on a Saturday when Buttercup Utonium wakes up.
Her head is throbbing like crazy and the hangover she has was making her want to bang her skull against the wall.
She's rolling around on the mattress, trying to retain some form of warmth and can't fucking fathom why she's freezing like she's in the arctic—oh
Green eyes narrow at the sight of her boyfriend's back since he was happily hogging the duvet all to himself.
Yeah, no
Surprise motherfucker
Grabbing onto a corner of the duvet, the raven haired teen rips the covers away from Mitch and happily bundles herself within them.
"Wha—Buttercup?!" he groans, surprised by the sudden cold and rubs the sleep out of his eyes to glare beadily at her. Half asleep, the brunet reaches out in an attempt to pull them back but Buttercup just rolls away and becomes a human burrito.
Mitch gives her a look of exasperation, to which she maturely responds with by sticking her tongue out.
"Babe, seriously" he groans "I'm like fucking commando up in this bitch. The heating doesn't work, c'mon" he rolls over towards her, trying to pry the covers off.
Buttercup snorts
"Nah, I don't think so"
"Buttercup! Give me the fucking covers, or so help me-"
She grins, lime eyes lighting up dangerously
"Make me"
Mitch raises an eyebrow, quickly catching on and grinning immediately at the implications.
.
.
.
It's not until an hour later when Buttercup's throwing on one of Mitch's t-shirts from a chair while he goes to check downstairs in case there were any leftover party guests from the night before passed out in his house.
She's gone ahead and brushed her teeth and washed her face, patting it dry with a towel as she makes her way back in her room and finally notices her phone vibrating on the bedside table.
Buttercup picks up her phone and stares blankly at the unknown number on her lock screen
"Hello?"
"Morning Buttercup" she almost winces at the sound of Blossom's voice on the other end
Fixing the bed and pressing the green button to accept the call, she decides she might as well face the music "Morning leader girl. Listen, I know I should've probably told you that I would be staying the night at Mitch's place but—"
"Buttercup I already knew you'd be staying over there, that's like basic math at this point" Blossom interrupts from the other end of the line and the raven haired teenager is left raising both of her eyebrows in surprise
"Alright, so what's up?"
"Did Bubbles say she was going to stay over at a friend's house? She's not home"
Buttercup pauses mid fixing the pillows "Uh, no. She said she was going to get an uber home when I last saw her. I was texting her last night—wait Bubbles didn't come home?"
She's met with silence on the other line
"Blossom what the fuck?! Are you sure she's not with her friend's or something?"
"I don't freaking know! I passed out on the living room couch!"
Buttercup finds her patience wearing "You didn't check to see if our baby sister was home this entire time?! It's like almost twelve!"
"Don't yell at me! I just told you I passed out on the freaking sofa! I didn't even change or take my makeup off"
"She's probably with Mike" Blossom says suddenly, "He's always looking after her"
Buttercup's gawking as she puts the phone on speaker and begins texting as many people she saw with her sister last as she can.
Buttercup freezes at the sudden response from the brunet on her imessage.
"…Mike says the last time he saw her, she was getting inside of an uber"
It's completely silent before Blossom finally finds her words
"I'm on my way"
When Blossom first wakes up, her shoes are still on and her legs are dangling off the edge of her living room couch and she's feeling disgusting, her eyes were practically glued shut.
Rubbing her face, she quickly comes to a conclusion when she's seeing mascara crumbs on her hand
She's fucking slept in her makeup like an absolute idiot—if Bubbles could see her now, her blonde sister would be screeching and throwing her entire skincare collection into her arms.
Her eyes glanced up towards the clock above the television 7:50 am
Groaning, she rolls over into her side and snuggles further into her boyfriend's chest. Pink eyes already beginning to shut back close.
It was still too early to deal with the world—she didn't care if she was a 'morning' person, she was exhausted.
.
.
.
When Blossom Utonium opens her eyes for the second time that morning, she realises that her legs were now on the couch and completely intertwined with her boyfriend's.
Much better
She's pleasantly surprised with how comfortable her head is, tucked in under his chin. Dexter was usually horrible with affection, even when they were alone.
It was probably because he was introverted
Or because engineering would most likely give him a bigger boner than she ever could
She almost snorts at the thought and her eyes are going back up towards her living room clock
9:57 Am
Blossom closes her eyes, content. She would get up at ten. She was way too comfortable and pleased and there were no blankets—Dexter was literally her only source of warmth in this cold ass February morning.
She brings her arms up to change position, the feeling of leather against her skin surprisingly comforting despite the slight restriction it gave her—
Wait
What leather
Dexter didn't wear leather
She didn't own anything leather that wasn't a purse
Her couch wasn't leather
Panicking, pink eyes snap open and she's greeted with a fucking broad chest that cannot possibly be her boyfriends and—
Oh
Shaking, her eyes widen to the size of truck tires as memories flood back into her brain from wherever the hell they had been—had they been in Paris, what the fuck?!
Blossom screams and shoves him away, causing blood red eyes to open in alarm and let her go. She lets out a startled yelp and she's fallen off of the couch and banged her arm against the coffee table on her trip to the floor.
Both red heads are left stunned as they stare at each other
Brick's fucking speechless and Blossom looks ready to run upstairs to cry in her bed
"…You're a riot, Utonium" he deadpans before groaning and cracking neck and shoulders
Blossom's cheeks heat up indignantly as she begins to rub her sore arm "Why the hell were you molesting me?!"
His entire face twists into a scowl "Don't fucking act all high and mighty when you were the one who came to me"
She's about to retort but she can distantly remember leaning her head against his shoulder murmuring about their days as kids and probably (definitely) falling asleep on him.
"W-Well you should have woken me up!"
Brick stared at her as if he was in the office, looking as if she had just asked him to spend the day watching paint dry with him
Deciding it was too fucking early too deal with Blossom's absurdity, he rolls over so that his back is facing her and starts going back to sleep.
Blossom's jaw drops to the floor as she contemplates throwing one of her textbooks on the coffee table she had so gracefully bumped into, at his head but decides against it
Books were far too precious to be wasted on a gang member like Brick Jojo of all people—
Her heart stops
Brick Jojo was in her house
She can't even comprehend it. Seven years ago she could see a red head with a bad temper discussing English literature with her while her twelve year old self tried not to swoon and now—
And now he joined one of Townsville's biggest gangs—not that there were many to begin with but what the fuck kind of plot twist was this?!
Brick Jojo was sleeping on her couch—as if he didn't just show up bang out of nowhere and back into her life again.
When she absentmindedly goes to rub her elbow again, she's finally realising that there's a jacket hanging off of her shoulders—barely hanging on (her comical fall from grace was probably why)
Her cheeks heat up and her head whips around to face his back and see his body gently rise and fall with his breathing.
No way, Did he—?!
Blossom's pretty sure that her brain has short circuited when she suddenly feels overtaken by a burst of affection.
Affection that she thought was long gone when it came to Brick Jojo
As quiet as possible, Blossom starts finally rising from her position on the carpeted floor. Adjusting the stupid gang jacket and throwing her arms into the arm holes provided before reaching up and pulling her long locks out from between her shirt and the leather.
She's making her way upstairs towards the bathroom, more than ready to completely cleanse her face from last night's makeup and get on with her morning routine, but stops when her hand is mid-way reaching for the door knob.
There's a sudden gnawing in her chest—guilt?
Whatever the hell it was, it's making her do a complete U-turn and she makes her way to her bedroom instead, yanking open her closet for spare blankets and then making her way back downstairs to dump the entire thing on his head and hopefully choke him for leaving her for so long—
Okay, no
That's just what she'd like to do
She instead unfolds the fabric, and flaps it about so that the entire thing extends to her feet when she holds it high above her head.
It's not like she can carry the guy towards her bed, what was she? Superhuman?
She almost snorted at the illogicality of the thought.
Blossom's really praying to every deity up there in the world that Brick is a heavy sleeper when she goes to cover his body with the fabric—her pride was already damaged enough around the guy and she'd only been with him for less than a day.
Surprisingly enough, he doesn't stir and remains asleep.
Blossom furrows her brows, well that's really fucking inconvenient for a gang member to be a light sleeper
Honestly, what if he was getting robbed?
Shaking her head at the absurdity, she makes her way back to her original route upstairs and towards the bathroom.
Heaven knows what Bubbles would do if she were to awake and see her in this state.
Blossom catches herself in the hallway mirror, still wearing the jacket and can feel the corners of her mouth pull upwards a little before she's pulling off the jacket and putting it onto her bed in her room.
It's when she's going to take a shower does Blossom realise she's still wearing her shoes and she finds herself staring at her own reflection in the mirror looking like she wanted to end her life right then and there.
She doesn't though, and finishes getting ready.
Exiting the bathroom with a now very much clean face and minty fresh breath, the ginger haired teen makes her way towards her bedroom, clutching her pink towel closely to her chest as she walks down the hallway.
Humming, her gingerly grabs her door handle and pushes her door open—
Only to scream in bloody murder at the sight of Brick Jojo casually checking out the family photos along the top of the staircase
Her screeching catches his attention instantly (honestly, he'd have to be deaf to not hear her) and now they're just staring at each other awkwardly
Holyshitholyshitholyshit
Brick has the audacity to slowly look her up head to toe and he smirks— SMIRKS at her and Blossom just scrambles into her bedroom and slams the door shut. Locking it and not caring if she wakes anybody in the house up.
Not Bubbles, not Buttercup (even though Blossom would bet all of her life savings that her raven haired sister was still at Mitch's house), not even if she waked up the entire neighbourhood itself!
She's running to her bed and jumping onto the thing, face down into the pillows and crying into them in frustration and embarrassment.
Her childhood crush had just seen her in nothing but a towel on
Nononono
She was going to die
…Okay no. she was going to get ready and walk outside with her head held high with as much dignity as she could muster.
Which wasn't really a lot at this point if she were to be completely honest with herself
After coming to terms with the fact that Brick was probably never going to let that little episode go, Blossom reluctantly gets off of her bed and lets her towel drop.
She's still redder than any sort of tomato she's ever seen in her lifetime while she's throwing her undergarments on and looking through her closet for a suitable enough outfit to wear.
She's pulling out a cute faux leather mini skirt before looking out the window and pulling a face.
Yeah, no
Neatly putting the skirt back into her closet, Blossom settles for some dark skinny jeans and pulls them on. Continuing her search in her closet for a sweater or sweatshirt—or hoodie even
Instead she's finding cute shirts and blouses and absolutely nothing she wants
Blossom pauses and she finds herself slowly looking back at the leather jacket on her bed and frowns.
She looked so cute in the jacket—
Her hands are flying back towards her hangers and after a few moments of finding absolutely nothing Blossom groans and decides she could always steal whatever her sisters had.
It wouldn't be the first time
Her lips are pulled into a tight line because now- she realises that she can't just waltz out of her room with Brick chilling in her upstairs hallway in just a bra and jeans—
She was NOT going through that humiliation again
Blossom nervously looks back towards the door and presses her ear against the wood.
She couldn't really hear him
Maybe he went back downstairs?
Groaning in sheer frustration, the teen stormed back towards her bed and threw on the (his) jacket, making sure to zip it all the way up thank you, before swinging the door open.
She's met with an empty corridor and she lights up in relief before heading down towards Buttercup's room because honestly, where else would you go when you needed a good edgy hoodie?
Although, maybe edgy wasn't really the look she was going for she thought drily, and knocked on the door to Bubbles's room instead.
"Hey, Bubbles? Can I borrow some clothes?"
Blossom rolls her eyes when she's met with silence. It's like what, eleven o'clock and her sister was still asleep?
Why was she the only morning person out of her siblings?
Now, twisting the door handle and pushing open the door the ginger haired teen strolls in, annoyance on her facial features as she unzips her (his) jacket and heads for the closet and pulls out a white hoodie by the hanger
"Seriously Bubbles? It's like almost eleven thirty—"
Spinning around, Blossom freezes at the sight of her sister's empty bed
Blossom can feel her eyebrows fly towards her hairline as she looks around in the empty bedroom.
What the hell
"Bubbles?" she calls out, heading for the bathroom with the hoodie in hand and goes to open the door.
Her eyebrows furrow and suddenly, she's running down the stairs
"Bubbles!"
"She's not here" a voice calls out from behind and Blossom whips around to see blood red eyes and a freckled face taking a bite out of a slice of toast.
He was scrolling through his phone and Blossom's jaw almost dropped at the sight
What the hell—she was going to make him breakfast!
Wait, no
"What do you mean she's not here?" Blossom asks, confusion evident on her features and Brick just shrugs, looking about as interested as a five year old staring at an algebraic equation
"How the fuck would I know? She's not here" he says bluntly without even looking at her and Blossom's jaw drops as she goes to find her phone
"Ugh—where's my phone?!" she's picking up bits of paper on the coffee table, before checking the sofa
It's quiet for a few moments, besides the rustling
"Inside pocket" he suddenly pipes up and Blossom looks up at the other teen in confusion
"Excuse me?"
Blossom really can't find it in her to try to comprehend just why this boy looks so damn amused as he watched her with his chin resting in the palm of his hand.
"My jacket. It's in the inside pocket of my jacket"
Her hands are flying to the pocket immediately and she's sighing in relief as she pulls out her rose gold iPhone.
Her eye twitches at the battery percentage "It's on like one percent—god, where's the charger?!"
"What do you want to do?"
"Call my sister!"
Brick wordlessly offers her his unlocked phone and Blossom's speed walking towards him immediately, quietly thanking him and entering her sister's phone number through her contacts.
When she's sent to voice mail the fourth time while calling Bubbles's phone is when Brick decides to offer his wisdom
"Why don't you try the other one— Buttercup?" he asks slowly, raising an eyebrow in mild annoyance
Blossom can't even find it within her to voice any sort of comebacks because, uh yeah why wasn't she trying to call Buttercup?
She finds Buttercup's number in her phone contacts and dials it onto Brick's black IPhone
She picks up after eight rings and breaks Blossom's heart.
Saturday 3:33 am
The sound of a horn blaring is what causes Bubbles to finally pull her hands away from his face like she's been burnt.
Boomer looks towards the rear windshield and doesn't bother to hide his annoyance before pulling away from the blonde and for a moment, Bubbles is scared he'll try and kill whoever is behind them too, but Boomer just moves towards the driver's seat and pulls the car keys out.
They were still in the middle of the road and Bubbles finds her hands flying towards her cheeks, feeling the ridiculous amount of warmth there and realises she's been blushing.
She's suddenly very relieved her foundation is full coverage and she sits up immediately when the engine roars to life and they're moving.
Bubbles smooths out her skirt and tries to comprehend just what kind of bogus situation she had managed to land herself in.
Her hands are shaking—fucking shaking because how?!
How the hell could he just appear in front of her face after seven years and flip her world upside down?!
Did he have no manners?
When she brings her gaze back up towards him she's paling at the sight of leather and Bubbles can feel the puzzle pieces clicking together in her mind
He was in a gang—but not just any gang
She can see the smaller version of the insignia on his sleeve and all she can feel is confusion (almost fear) envelop her
Seven years
She wants to burst into tears but she's just sososo tired
Where have you been "Where are we going?" she asks instead
Please just take me home
"Around" he responds and Bubbles gulps, choosing to look out the window
Talk to me
The drive is silent and the blonde finds herself fumbling with the ends of her skirt. She thinks to herself that walking probably would have been safer than this.
Suddenly, a water bottle is handed to her when they're at a red light and Bubbles looks up in surprise
"You don't want it?"
She hesitantly reaches out and takes it from his hand. She fucking swears she can feel electricity when their fingertips brush against each other.
Bubbles definitely wasn't drunk enough for any of this
She wanted answers but she was just—she was so full of emotion right now that she felt like she was going to burst.
She wanted to be numb—she could still feel so fucking much
Maybe he drugged the water?
Uncapping the bottle and taking a few gulps of water after smelling it and deeming it as safe (maybe she could pretend it was alcoholic), to relieve her throat Bubbles finds herself exhaling in relief before putting the cap back on and reaching forward to place it in the passenger seat in front.
She hates how she's letting him drive her wherever he wants
She wants to slap him, yell, and scream at him
It's been seven motherfucking years and Bubbles Utonium is still head over heels for the guy
This was bullshit
He was a completely different person, the jacket he was wearing proved it—so why
She's burying her face into her hands, distraught
Nononono
She remembers the softest smiles of a thirteen year old boy buying her vanilla ice cream.
Suddenly, her breathing is erratic and she fucking needs something to calm her down—needed to reduce her anxiety levels before she broke. Her hands were reaching down for her cola bottle
She didn't care if it was a depressant, she needed to breathe
With shaky hands, Bubbles twists the cap off and takes down double the amount of her spiked drink than the water she had drunk—completely missing the navy blue eyes staring at her actions through the rear view mirror
It still burns like awful when it slides down her throat, but she's still somewhat tipsy (mostly sober) and takes a moment to take in just what's happening.
Her head is fucking killing her and suddenly everything is a haze
She remembers a red haired boy with the reddest eyes she's ever seen joining her work bench one September
She had to coax Brick for weeks when he first joined her art class to see his sketch book and even then he would start to get irritated if she just flipped through it without versing her opinion.
"Hey Brick? Can I see your work?" Robin asked, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear
He scowled, flipping his book shut in annoyance "No"
Robin pouted, attempting to pull her own sketchbook out "You can see mine if you want" she offers,
"I don't want too. Can you not take a hint? Fuck off" he deadpanned, ignoring the look of hurt that flashed through her blue eyes before she headed back towards her work bench
After getting rid of the disturbance, the red head opened his pencil case and pulled out a 3B pencil and reopened his book to continue his work
"Wow Brick, aren't you a bucket full of sunshine" Bubbles appeared, placing her bag down onto the table and pulling out her equipment, not even trying to mask the disapproval in her tone
"Oh yeah, I'm all about the sunshine and rainbows" he spoke, not taking his eyes off of his work
"I think you should go apologise, she looked really upset" she sat down beside him and pulled out her own work
"And I think you should go suck a dick"
Bubbles threw her pencil down and turned towards him, grabbing him by his cheeks and abruptly turning him into the direction of the distressed girl
"She looks like she's about to cry, Brick"
Begrudgingly, Brick realised that yes. The girl looked like a god damn wounded animal when he saw the lack of enthusiasm in the brunette while she was conversing with her peers
"Brick, she just wanted to see your work"
Bubbles was actually the worst person ever for becoming his moral compass.
He groaned and the sound of his stool screeching against the floor could be heard as he stormed up towards Robin to apologise.
Bubbles hummed happily, pulling his sketchbook towards her to examine his work. When he came back, red orbs glared daggers into her as he waited patiently for his book back
"This is so good!" she beams, and taps on one of the pages with her finger "Was this inspired by Oscar Niemeyer?"
Even back as kids he was still arrogant as hell but respected her opinion as a fellow art student. He nodded towards her, and there was a small tug upwards in his lips at her
"Yeah, I was reading 'The stranger' you know Albert Camus?"
Bubbles stared at him blankly and he rolled his eyes "It's a literature book that was in the library, anyway one of Oscar Niemeyer's book's fell out. It was in the completely wrong section, mind you"
"Oh! 'The curves of time'?"
"You've read it?" he asked, genuinely doubtful
"No, I just know about his work" she shrugged and handed him back his sketchbook
"Typical" Brick rolled his eyes "I read the book and found out about his architecture"
Bubbles hummed, a smile on her face "You recommend it?"
"I recommend you read something" he said bluntly and the blonde rolled her eyes
"Fine, I'll read not only the book about the architect, but I'll read the literature too"
Brick continued to look at her with doubt and she rolled her eyes "Oh please, I like it read"
"Bubbles, you like to read books like twilight"
"I stopped reading that after I found out Bella doesn't get with Jacob"
He gave her a look that screamed 'I really couldn't care less' and Bubbles snorted
The pair remained in a comfortable silence for the remainder of the lesson. Bubbles occasionally borrowing his pencils seeing as his set was so much nicer than her own.
He didn't smack her away like he did the first time and she grinned
Its twenty more minutes of driving in silence before the car slows to a stop on a road she's really unfamiliar with and Bubbles is just numb.
The area is so much cleaner and upper class that Bubbles doesn't really know how to react
Suddenly, her door is opened and she's greeted with cold air and her goose bumps automatically rise on her arms and legs but she doesn't care
"You killed my uber driver" she says suddenly, turning around to face him properly for the first time this entire night, her brain working overdrive
"Yeah, I did" he confirms, unfazed and Bubbles feels her insides churn
"Why?" her eyes almost snap shut, and she's doing her best to sit up straight and appear relatively awake
Boomer just looks at her with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. The whole thing has Bubbles wondering if he's comprehending that normal people do not fucking pull this shit
"Does it really matter?"
Her hand reaches out and slaps him across the face before she's even realised what she's doing.
Her aim is completely horrible but she still manages to land a hit while her ocean blue eyes are brimming with tears. She almost falls forward with the force but she's managed to steady herself.
She can't—she really can't put together how this man and the kid she knew in middle are the same person
Boomer, for his part is holding onto the side of his face that began to turn red and Bubbles is mortified
"O-Of course it matters! He didn't do anything to you and you just, just—"she can't even finish her sentence, it's all slurred and Bubbles promptly bursts into more tears
Wordlessly, Boomer pulls her forward so that her legs hang out of the car door and she's sitting on the very edge, he moves forward and cups her face, wiping away stray tears with his thumbs
Please don't do this
Her heart is still skipping beats for this man and she's both horrified and disgusted by the fact
She doesn't even know how to feel when she's suddenly being picked up, chest to chest and her legs automatically wrap around his waist as he uncaringly kicks the car door shut
Disgustingdisgustingdisgusting
Everything is hazy and she's scared she's going to pass out
Bubbles feels her arms wrap around his shoulders and her hands bunch up the leather in distress
"Why did you leave?"
She remembers waiting at the school dance all alone in the cutest baby blue dress she bought because shit, wasn't blue their favourite colour?
She remembers dancing with Buttercup and Blossom and just about everyone except for him even though they were supposed to be each other's dates.
She remembers pedalling down street after street with Buttercup on their bicycles and knocking (banging in Buttercup's case) on the Jojo residence's door before standing on their tip toes to look through the windows and finding the house empty.
No furniture, no people, nothing
Bubbles is going in and out of consciousness, and every time she closes her eyes she can see the six of them at a lunch table back in Townsville middle school. Through her tears she couldn't make out where they even were going anymore.
Fuck it
She remembers Blossom giving last minute math lessons in the back of the library, with Butch eagerly trying to write down answers on his paper and the back of his hand. She remembers Boomer rolling his eyes at his brother and folding up paper aeroplanes with Buttercup to see whose flies the furthest across the table. Brick would be routinely showing her his architecture designs from art class and she would eagerly be expressing her admiration along with her own ideas and design imputes.
Every time Bubbles closes her eyes, a new memory appears and leaves her wanting to remember more.
She forgets the idea of resisting
She can still see Butch pounding on her front door on various occasions whenever things got ugly between him and Buttercup. Which was hilarious seeing that the very person he was angry at lived under the same roof as her. She smiles lightly at the thought of the first time he had come to actively see her and a bewildered Blossom answering the door
"Butch? Buttercup's not—"
"She's not here? Good. Fuck her" he growled looking as threatening as he could at age thirteen
"Language!" Blossom gasped, horrified momentarily before confusion overtook her "Wait, what do you want then?"
There was a pause
"Is Bubbles home?"
There was an even longer pause and Blossom stared at him as if he had just told her Snoop Dog was to become president
Beginning to look impatient, Butch rolled his eyes "Is she here or not?"
"…no she's here" the red head said, looking stunned as she stepped towards the side to let him storm inside and up the stairs.
"BUBBLES!"
The blonde gawked as she looked upwards from her bed, hand frozen in mid-air with the nail polish brush in her hand as a hurricane of green stormed inside
"…Hey, Butch" she rose an eyebrow as he turned towards her
Another awkward silence
"Hey"
"So this is new"
And like a dam, he erupted "Buttercup's a fucking bitch!"
"Wait, what hap—"
"She's being a fucking idiot Bubbles, what the shit is going on through her pea sized brain?!"
Bubbles stared at him and rolled her eyes
"What'd she do?"
"What didn't she do?!"
What was this? Some teen drama? Bubbles found herself pausing to stare into the distance like she was in the office
"Butch" she whined and he groaned, turning towards her with wild green eyes
"She totally ditched my ass today at the skate park! Who does that?!"
The blonde blinked back at him, surprised "She ditched you? Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm bloody sure! So here's what goes down. After school yesterday she's all like 'I got a new skateboard that I'm dying to smoke you in a race with' so obviously I ain't no bitch and go 'Wanna bet?' so we plan to meet at the skate park downtown at like three today"
Oh, he was finally going to give her some context. Nice—hold on a second it was five o'clock. She turns towards the raven haired teen in concern
"So I'm there, waiting for this stupid ass bitch for like over an hour. Like the first ten to fifteen minutes? Whatever, thirty? You're really testing my fucking patience here but shit, I've made her wait like forty minutes before so I can't really say anything- but holy shit, An hour was when I drew the fucking line Bubbles"
Bubbles frowned, deciding to finish painting her finger nails while he ranted around her room
"And—wait no, Bubbles what are you doing? That colour looks awful on you. Give me that" he snatched the nail polish out of her hand and headed towards her vanity, still seething as he inspected her collection, leaving the blonde speechless
"Anyway, so as mad as I am, it's Buttercup. She's not the type of person to bail on someone without saying anything, so here I am CONCERNED. You hear that Bubbs? I'm actually CONCERNED for the bitch!" he snarled before pulling out a periwinkle blue and storming back towards her
"Where was she?" she goes to take the new colour from him, but to her surprise he just sits on the floor with his legs crossed and gestures for her to sit down.
It's only AFTER she's sat down beside him and she's grabbing onto her hand, positioning it onto his lap and unscrewing the lid with his teeth does he decide to continue his story
"So, I'm skating out of the park and heading down the street? You know the bakery you and Blossom love? Yeah so I'm going down that street, turning around the corner to where the little flower shop is and the ice cream parlour AND LO AND BEHOLD it's fucking Buttercup sitting inside and guess who's with her?"
Bubbles actually gasped
"She didn't—!"
His face twisted into a humourless scowl "OH BUT SHE DID! She ditched me for Mitch's crew of all people!"
When Boomer's putting her down, her eyes snap open to the feeling of a mattress hitting her back. She vaguely realises that her jacket is gone and a sudden wave of panic washes over her.
What the hell was he—?!
She finds him sitting on the side of the bed with her feet in his lap as he begins removing her heels and then gets up to put them neatly to the side against the wall of the bedroom.
Bubbles finds her breath getting caught in her throat as she realises holy shit this is his bedroom and her eyes are scanning the entire area in surprise with how spacious it was.
The blonde can almost feel her jaw dropping at the sight of the Bösendorfer piano against his window and she has to literally pry her eyes away from the thing—
WHO THE HELL KEEPS A BOSENDORFER PIANO IN THEIR BEDROOM?! THOSE THINGS COST A FORTUNE-
When she's finally able to look away and not drool at the offending object, she turns her attention towards white chrome guitar holders on the wall and finds a black Gibson sg guitar on one of the hangers, a bass on another.
She's refraining from allowing her lips to twitch upwards, somewhat pleased that he's still a total music nerd and that she's finally seeing some connection between this stranger and the boy she once was best friends with.
"Did you eat?"
She realises that this was basically kidnapping at this point and as much as she was in awe by his collection she was still pissed
Not only at him, but herself
She hadn't really done a thing to stop him (much to her dismay and realisation)
"Bubbles?"
Bubbles finds her eyes tracing around to see various posters of artists and white shelves filled with CD albums and comic books by a desk with a sketchbook and scattered music sheets.
The blonde tries not to feel disappointed when she sees absolutely no pictures of him or his brothers in his entire room—
"Bubbles" the other figure snaps and she jumps at not only the tone but when she spins around he's literally inches away from her face with his hands on either side of her and Bubbles squeaks in surprise.
"Don't fucking ignore me" he says, bluntly
Holyshitholyshitholyshit there are chills running down her spine because what the fuck he's hot
He doesn't seem angry with her, just exasperated
But just by looking at her expression his mood shifts into the complete opposite and she wants to scream when she sees the amusement in his dark blue orbs at her reactions.
"You were talking?" she asks, genuinely confused, looking out of it
"You never answered my question" she says, instead and Boomer's pulling away and removing his jacket
Bubbles thinks there's something terribly wrong with her to be finding a murderer attractive
"Later"
"But—"
"Later, Bubbles" his tone final
Bubbles frowns at how entirely useless he is and Jesus Christ why is it so hard for her to pay attention?!
"Why didn't you take me home?" she says, taking a great deal to make sure her question does not come out slurred, but she feels like the room's spinning
"Since when do I have the privilege of knowing where you live?" he smirks at her jaw dropping as he puts his leather jacket over his desk chair before sitting down onto the thing backwards and resting his arms on top of the back rest.
"Bullshit, I was in an uber Boomer. You could have easily just checked the route out on the GPS but you turned it off"
Boomer actually throws his head back and laughs a little "Damn, you caught on? I thought you'd be too drugged up to realise, actually"
Bubbles looks at the blond, offended "Excuse me?"
"Well you were drinking in the backseat Bubbles, shit" His tone is light but he's grinning dangerously, resting his chin on the chair.
Her cheeks heat up and the room spins really fast when she sits up
"Tell me cutie" he's suddenly swishing her bottle from side to side for her to see, eyes dark "Where did you get this?"
12:03 pm Saturday
"What do you mean Bubbles is missing?" Mitch asks, making a face as he attempts to fry bacon and not get harmed by any of the oil spitting out at him
"I mean, she's missing! No one fucking knows where she is!" she snaps, storming around the house in a mixture of panic and anger
"Did you call Mi—"He almost drops the bacon and winces
"Mike?! Yes, he doesn't know shit!"
"What did he say?"
"That the last time he saw her she's was stepping into an uber—an uber, Mitch. Jesus fucking Christ"
Mitch nods "Well did you try contacting the company?" he frowns when he breaks an egg and it doesn't even get in the pan
Buttercup, finally exhausted of watching her boyfriend spoil their food immediately shoos him away with her hand gestures and takes over. Masterfully cracking the eggs into a bowl and seasoning it before pulling out a cheese grater.
"They don't have a freaking clue on what happened, the driver's gone missing" She snaps while grating the cheese, pissed
"Aren't they going to do anything about it?"
"They refunded the money" Buttercup snorts "Yeah, okay thanks but what about my sister?!"
Mitch looks like he's about to say something but the sound of the door knocking makes both teenagers pause and turn towards the sound of the noise.
She's dropped the spatula she was using onto the kitchen counter and speeds out of the kitchen and down the hallway to go open the front door.
Mitch yelps from the kitchen and goes to continue with where Buttercup has left off with cooking the omelette.
Buttercup swings the door open in full force, almost throwing the thing off its hinges in the process.
"Blossom, have you—" her question dies in her throat as she gawks at the stranger standing behind the doorframe, his hand mid in air from presumably knocking.
Why the hell does she feel like her hearts stopped?
The two teens are stuck staring at each other awkwardly, and Buttercup furrows her eyebrows in confusion at the guy.
Where—where the hell has she seen him before?!
"Uh, hey" he says lamely, looking equally as surprised to see her opening the door "Is Mitch home?"
Buttercup nods slowly, regaining her composure "Yeah, hold on"
"MITCH!"
"WHAT?!"
"UH- I'm sorry, what was your name again?" she pulls a face, and turns towards the guy. She didn't know why but there was a sudden uncomfortable gnawing in her gut
Jesus Christ what the hell
The guy in question has his face drop slightly, and she swears she can see a flash anger in his emerald eyes.
Buttercup's just staring at him with an eyebrow raised in question because HELLO?! Her sister was still missing and she didn't have all the time in the goddamn world
She's about to snap at the dumbass when there's suddenly an arm being draped around her shoulders
"Butch, hey dude I wasn't expecting you so early" Mitch says, nodding towards the guy in acknowledgement and pulling her further inside slightly
Buttercup's jaw goes slack and she snaps her head back towards the other figure so fast her neck cracks at the name and when she looks at him for the second time, it all clicks in place
Butch
Butch Jojo
BUTCH FUCKING JOJO
The guy seems to smirk slightly and she knows it's because the smug little shit had seen the way her eyes doubled in size in recognition.
Her eyes flash with anger
"So how much do I owe you and your guys for last night?" Mitch says, scratching the back of his head and moving further in front of his seething girlfriend before she snaps her gaze towards him
"Wait what—how him for what?" she asks
"About a good hundred and fifty bucks" Butch says shrugging but his focus is all on her
"Yeah, that sounds about right. Give me a few minutes to get the cash" Mitch laughs, shaking his head "Babe? Can you watch the eggs? I've left the stove on." And goes to step back inside
"Wait—no fuck this. What the fuck is going on here!?" Buttercup snaps, pissed as she shoves her boyfriend to the side and glares up at Butch—
Wait a fucking second
Wait a motherfucking second
His jacket. Holy shit the emblem on his arm
"And you! Just what the—where the fuck have you been?!" she bared her teeth
She was pissed, no
She was livid
He's grinning at her, actually grinning and opening his arms wide looking like he's expecting her to run into them like she's in love with the fool
"Hey Butterbutt, how's it going?"
It all went so fast. One moment she's staring at him in disbelief, the next she's sucker punching him in the face
"OW- JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK BUTTERCUP?!" He gawks, clutching the side of his face in astonishment
She's screeching and charging into him, completely throwing his balance completely off and he's falling backwards—
And due to a complete miscalculation in her plan, Buttercup realises she's falling with him, but all she can see is red.
"YOU JOINED A GANG?! A FUCKING GANG?!"
The moment their bodies make contact with the ground, her hands are around his neck and she's seething
"HOW DARE YOU, HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!"
"Buttercup, stop! What the hell are you doing?!" Mitch screamed, eyes stricken "You're going to kill him!"
She doesn't give a flying shit about what her boyfriend's screaming about and suddenly, she's gritting her teeth and her fists are connecting with his chest
Butch yelps, throwing his arms up and pulling them away from him to grin at her "Are you fucking insane?!"
"Am—Am I insane?! You're the one who just appeared out of fucking thin air asshole! You were in town this whole fucking time and you didn't say shit?!"
"Aw babe, is that your way of telling me you missed me?"
"Fuck you, asshole!" Butch cackles as she grabs him by the collar and slams him back down into the concrete
The fucking asshole doesn't even care! He isn't event trying to stop her—he broke her fucking heart seven years ago and all he could do was laugh
Mitch gawks, trying to pry his girlfriend off of the other teenager because honestly, the sight of her straddling someone else's hips were really starting to get to him—
The sound of an engine roaring causes the brunet to freeze, while Butch tried to half-heartedly shield himself from the raven haired teen's attacks.
Mitch looks ahead, his jaw suddenly agape.
The sound of a throat being cleared could be heard and suddenly, Buttercup and Butch are both looking up towards the voice
"Blossom?"
"Brick?"
"Just what" the blood eyed teenager starts off, rubbing the bridge between his eyes in attempt to calm down "Just what in the ever loving fuck is going on here?"
(Should I kiss him, will I diss him?
I don't know but I miss him.
This is past addiction, this love is like crack
Can you feel my heart go black?)
A/N: It's like 1:13 am. I haven't proof read this or anything, just take my garbage and enjoy
I love ya'll so much rn I'm like blushing from the amount of praise (keep reviewing, I'm a total attention hog)
Leeful: You're a hoe, Akane. Lololol Update Misfortune pls before I cry
STFUSAM: Honestly, yeah. I feel you sis. Thanks so much for reviewing!
Pinksakura271: GURL ME TOO! The blues are my fav! I'm so happy you liked it! Yeah, clearly Blossy is still head over heels for the red ruff, it probably would explain her awkwardness. Oh Buttercup and Butch are going to be something alright, I hope this satisfies you for now c:
Ti: Thank you so much! I'm thrilled you enjoyed the first chapter! Haha, I hope this greens reaction works for you! I love the blues the most, funny enough. I hope you liked this chapter as much as the first one!
Ruffle: AHHH! Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to review. I hope this chapter answers some of your questions, but fear not. We'll definitely see how the boys ended up in this situation sooner or later c;
HaLinhLinh: You picked my story to be the first gang au you've read?! I'm screaming, thank you so much for taking the time to read this! I'm glad you've enjoyed it, cutie!
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Till next time, my lovelies!
