I hadn't meant for things to get out of control like this.
It started 2 months ago, January. We had just got back from Christmas Break, and everyone in Townsville High was hugging each other, happy to see their friends again.
I for one, wasn't happy to see anyone. My crimson eyes scanned the halls, hatred filling my mind as I saw all the happy people.
"Lighten up, Brick!" My annoying brother, Boomer, nudged me. I just scowled at him, and went back to my hate-staring.
"Seriously, bro. You look like you're ready to kill someone." My other brother, Butch, commented. I rolled my eyes. He was busy staring at all the girls sauntering by in the new clothes they got for Christmas. A group of preppy, smiling kids noticed Boomer and waved him over.
"Catch ya later, bros!" he called over his shoulder as he joined his friends. Butch glanced at me and sighed.
"You really need to loosen up," he shook his head, beginning to walk away. "I'll see you 3rd period."
And there I was, alone, next to my locker. It wasn't that people didn't want to be my friend - I practically had girls throwing themselves at me - it was the fact that I didn't want friends. What kind of villain needs friends? I'm a Rowdyruff Boy!
I continued to stand in front of my locker: the bell wouldn't ring for another 5 minutes. That's when I saw her.
She waltzed down the hall, her sisters flanking her. Her pink eyes looked fierce as she scanned the hallway, her red hair blazing out behind her like a roaring flame. I hadn't realized I was staring until her large pink eyes landed on me, a scowl on her face. Waving her sisters off, she stomped towards me. Oh boy.
"What?" I spat when she was close enough to me.
"Why were you staring at me? What are you planning?" She asked, suspicion clear in her eyes.
"I just got lost in my thoughts, calm down, Pinky."
Her eyes narrowed, scanning my face to see if she should believe me or not. I smirked. "Get your panties out your ass and leave me alone for once, sheesh."
That got her mad. In a flash, her hand went across my face. I just chuckled and began to walk away. "See you 2nd period, Blossy!"
I didn't see her reaction to the nickname, but I could tell she was fuming. Whatever.
That night was the first night. I was flying around town, minding my own business, when a pink streak flashed by me. I knew who it was automatically. Why not mess with her a little? I'm not doing anything important. If only I never thought that...
I followed her, keeping behind a good enough distance so she wouldn't spot me. I looked around, trying to get a clue as to where we were. The area was filled with white, square houses with shrubs and lawns. Every house even had a backyard! This was obviously her neighborhood. I slowed down when I saw her enter her house; I remember from that one time when Bubbles pretended to be Boomer.
There were 3 different windows, and I peeked through each one. In the first one, Buttercup was sprawled on her black sheets. The walls were green and I heard rock music begging to burst through the walls. I floated over to the next window and saw no one there. The walls were a magenta color, the sheets were pink and the carpet was white. This had to be her room. I figured the next window was where I would find Bubbles, probably drawing or something, so I didn't bother. I hid myself in the shadows next to the window, (which was pretty hard, by the way), and waited.
Blossom waltzed in a few minutes later.
My eyes glazed over automatically with hatred. She sighed and let her hair out of the ribbon she refused to stop wearing. The hair fell down around her shoulders, skimming her waist. I held my breath, the sight so captivating (of course, I didn't admit that until now). Her eyes scanned the room as if looking for something, and then settled on the window. She walked towards it and I froze. Had she seen me? The window opened slightly and I heard a sigh, then footsteps. I sighed in relief and pointed my eyes to the window again. She was getting undressed. My cheeks flushed as red colored my face. It was weird, seeing someone so ... vulnerable and exposed, and they didn't even know it.
I figured I'd seen enough for the night, and flew away, back to my own home.
This continued for 2 months, at least every other day, which leads us back to now. I was once again outside her window (surprise surprise!), watching the redheaded beauty do her homework. I was more than in love with her: I was obsessed. I felt like I had to be there every night, like I had to watch over her while she slept. I was there for every fight with her sisters, every stressful evening as she did her homework, every tearful night as she looked into the mirror, wishing she was prettier. How could someone that looked like her think she wasn't beautiful? Her skin was flawless and soft (well, it looked soft). Her hair was long and silky, shining whenever a little bit of light hit it; her eyes were alert and big, filled with intelligence; her lips were full and pinker than her eyes; her body took on an hourglass shape. Puberty was good to her.
I closed my eyes and whispered, "You're beautiful. Why can't you see I love, no, adore you? I want you to be mine, all mine. It kills me to see you cry in the mirror. If you were with me... I'd show you exactly how beautiful you truly are." as if she was standing right in front of me. I opened my eyes to see her getting off of her bed, strolling towards the window. Dammit, she has super hearing. How could I forget?
The window opened and her head poked out. "Hello?" her soft voice called out. I pressed my body against the house, maybe she wouldn't see me ...
A hand grabbed me and dragged me inside. "Who are you? Why are you here? What are you -" her voice stopped short as she looked down at me and realized who I was.
"Brick? What were you doing?"
I just stared at her, unsure what to say. 'Oh, y'know. I was just floating outside your window, like I usually do on a Friday night, watching you!' Yeah, right.
She tapped her foot impatiently. "Well?"
"I was uh ... just hanging' around..." I eventually muttered, mentally smacking myself for the stupid excuse. She looked me and down, and opened her mouth to speak but she closed it. Her lips pursed, and boy oh boy did she look cute. Then she laughed. A sincere laugh. I cocked my eyebrow and looked at her like she was crazy. "Blossom?"
"I should have known..." she shook her head, still laughing. " Why else would there be a flash of red every night? I thought I was going crazy."
I froze. She knew I was there every night? "I uh, don't know what you're talking about. Why would I be here every night, for you?" I managed to say, forcing myself to curl my lips in disgust. A sad look washed over her face.
"And here I was, thinking ... nevermind." she sighed and turned away. "Are you staying?"
I looked her over, my eyebrow cocked. "Do you want me to?"
She looked up at me again, her eyes glazed over with tears. "Did you mean what you whispered out there?"
A smile spread across my face as I reached out to hold her.
"Every word of it."
A/N: Just in case this was too confusing, the part above the line break was two months ago, when Brick first started watching her. The part after the line break is the current time. I hope it wasn't too fluffy or OOC! And I hope you enjoyed. Let me know by clicking that little review button down there ;P
