I DON'T OWN CHARACTERS!
It had been 2 weeks since Bubbles had entered into CHS. Still, she wasn't used to the frequent dance battles accompanied by the principal rushing in trying to stop them with horrific rapping, and running away in a fury after failing miserably.
"I really don't think this is a good idea." Blossom nervously played with her hands while looking down at her beautifully manicured nails.
"Nonsense, it's too late for you to back out!" Bubbles argued, she was nervous too! The music could be heard blasting from just outside the walls of the backstage. The cat walk was glowing as girls pranced down them in their newly designed clothes. Some were tall, some were thin, some were fat, some were short, their fashion shows were a representation of equality among every type of body.
Bubbles was a designer. Designing clothes had gotten her through everything, even this crazy school. Blossom shifted back and forth on the balls of her feet, eyes darting from one place to another.
"You look amazing, stop worrying." Bubbles turned to look at her other model, Bell. Unlike Blossom, Bell was calm and composed. Bell seemed to ave a natural talent for this sort of thing, Bubbles noted to herself quickly. Suddenly, Jerry, a kid with a headset peeked around the corner.
"Bell, you're up!"
Bell stepped onto the runway. It was a glowing stage. Every time she took a step it would light up purple around her foot like a firework and then fade out into blue. This was no time to be nervous. Bubbles had practically begged for their help. It was a semi-casual theme. Something simple for the fashion students to start off their designing time in the school. Bell took a deep breath and stepped her long pale legs onto the stage. She opened her white eyes with confidence.
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
Gone were Bell's glasses. She began to walk to the beat of the song that was blasting over the speakers.
Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep?
Bell's white hair was up in a bun. Little pieces in front of her ears hung down, but that was it. Her eyebrows had been filled in, though it was difficult to fill in white eyebrows. Here long eyelashes had been panted with dark mascara and her eye lids his the slightest blue tint to them. She had little black pearl stud earrings, designed by Bubbles herself.
Who's waking up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone?
Bell had on simple blue-purple flats, with the tiniest designs sewn across the toes. She had watch Bubbles sit with them for hours with a needle and thread. She wore a tight black skirt that reached around her quarter thighs and climbed up her little waist. Tucked into it was a baggy shirt with long Victorian sleeves. It startled lilac, then it faded ever so slightly into a pink hue and finally into the same deep purple-blue color as her shoes.
Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
Hanging around her neck was a simple silver chain. There was a small circular locket on it that seemed to sparkling in the lighting. Bell came to the end of the catwalk.
It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful)
Bell gave a confident smirk to the crowd of people. Students and teachers and parents alike. Who she didn't see in the crowd was Blaine, looking up at her as though she were some sort of goddess.
It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful)
Bell flipped around elegantly and walked back. It would be over in a few seconds. The next model had already began to walk down.
It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful)
Bell exited the catwalk, turning away from the roaring crowd. As soon as she stepped off she was met with the excited embrace of Bubbles. Bubbles was a foot shorter than her, so her head only met her so high. Bell laughed and put Bubbles' head. Her blond locks had been tucked into two low fishtail braids. Her hoop earrings glimmered the reflection of the lights.
Blossom was a nervous wreck. She paced around back and forth, how would she pull this off? This was different from public speaking, which after years of practice she had gotten good at. This was totally different. What had possessed her to do this? Blossom placed a hand on her heart and took in deep breaths.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her glasses were gone as well. Her long wavy hair was brushed and left down. The orange locks fell down to her but and her bangs flowed across her forehead. Blossom felt nauseous. She placed her palms on the table before her. She had a little while before she had to go on, she could do this! Her stomach disagreed. Her hands were shaking. Suddenly the door swung open and Blossom looked up in shock. The person froze for a second before sighing in relief.
"Bloss." Blossom blinked a few times while he closed the door. Brick. Brick? What was Brick doing here? Why he talking to her, well, normally that is? He turned back around to look at her, vibrant red eyes connecting briefly with her own pink ones.
"You are Bloss, right?" He knitted his eyebrows and Blossom felt her eye twitch.
"You're joking." Her hands were on her hips. Brick smiled before letting out a throaty laugh.
"You're all dolled up, the Bloss I know wouldn't normally dress like this." She felt her lips quirk up ever so slightly. Her history with Brick was a complicated one. They were childhood friends. When Blossom was four they had met at a park when Brick was "running away."
They had become close friends and suddenly it changed. After Blossom beat him in exams in middle school he declared her his rival and their friendship games were over. The only words spoken were ones about winning and losing. Not that she particularly minded.
"Well, you don't really know me that well anymore." She huffed.
"Really?" He put his hands in his pockets. His hair was lazily pulled back in a ponytail like always. He walked towards her with a ghost of a smile on his lips. When he was close enough for his shadow to engulf her, he stopped. "So you aren't freaking out right now?" He rose an eyebrow and watched her carefully. Blossom felt her face heat up. And even though he was nothing but rude to her, Brick was still able to read her like an open book. Or maybe she just hadn't changed at all since they were friends. "Okay." He shrugged and started to walk away.
"W-WAIT!" Blossom flailed her arms around, red-faced, and grabbed onto the red sleeve of his button up. Back before Blossom started practicing public speaking, she would always get extremely nervous, and Brick was always there to calm her down. It a split second she found herself in his embrace. If she thought her heart was racing before, then she had no idea what the term truly meant.
"Brick?"
"You're gonna do great Bloss." He murmured. She was so safe here.
Bubbles stumbled around backstage looking for Blossom. She shouldn't have forced her into this. It was her fault Blossom was so nervous. Bubbles looked down in shame. She pulled at the ends of her skirt. It was a dark green jean miniskirt that she had attached light blue wavy pieces of fabric to the end to make it reach her quarter thighs.
"Blossom!" She called. There were 5 minutes until she was on, only if she wanted to. Bell was looking for her on the other side of the back stage. Where could she be? Bubbles nervously tugged at the blue-green arm band that she had pulled up her left arm. Tucked into her high-waisted skirt was a cream halter top with blue flow designs on it. Bubbles flipped around, looking for any place Blossom could be. A door clicked open and Blossom walked out.
"Bl-" Bubbles began.
"Let's do this." Blossom said it so confidently. Bubbles nodded slightly and Blossom made her way to the catwalk, Bubbles following her in awe.
Let's go out and be wild, do it while we can (do, do)
Blossom let her pink ankle boots tap the glowing floor of the runway, watching it light up light pink and blue around her feet, like a cotton candy firework. The oes of her boots turned into a really deep orange-pink.
Runnin' free in the world, we got all weekend (do, do)
Blossom's red lips upturned into the gentlest smile. The golden earrings hanging from her ears rubbed ever so slightly against the sides of her face.
Tear it up, tear it down Gettin' lost in the sound of our hearts beatin'
Blossom wore a golden necklace, hanging from it was a beautiful shard of hot pink glass. Bubbles had smoothed out the edged in order to prevent any injury.
Take me here, take me now
Gettin' lost in a crowd with you
Her hair flew out behind her. She quietly hummed to the song, so quietly that no body could tell.
Up, all night
I waited for you all my life
On her left pointer finger was a gold ring, plain and simple, but it made her look elegant. The golds all matched the the golden straps of her dress.
Hold my hand and keep me close
I'll never let you go
No, not tonight
The top of the sleeveless dress was a sort of magenta. At her waist it was stopped by deep pink, border-lining on red, ribbon that was tied around her waist.
Keep me by your side
Keep me by your side
Stretching out from it was the poofy pink-red end of the dress, leaving it at her mid-thighs.
Keep me by your side
As the beat dropped Blossom winked at the crowd before flipping around, briefly catching the eyes of Brick in the back of the room with a smirk on his face.
By your side, by your side, by your side
Side, by your side, by your side, by
Blossom quickly made her way back as the other model started walking down the runway.
Keep me by your side
Blossom got back stage and released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She sat down and took in a deep breath before she was engulfed in hugs from Bubbles and Bell.
Bunny cheered loudly as Blossom exited the runway. She jumped up and down in excitement. Buttercup had gone to get them drinks. Bunny smiled at the runway brightly. it was so pretty! Her hair was up in a high pony tail, making her head tilt back every now and then from the weight. She came here knowing she'd have trouble seeing anything. On her feet were black heeled combat boots. They were the tallest heels she had, and they had helped her a bit.
She hadn't told any of her friends that she'd be here to support Bubbles. Things had gotten complicated. "Popular people don't need to associate with nerds or rockers" Is what they'd always say to her. Bunny didn't get it. She never had gotten it. Then the Student Council President came out modeling an outfit. He was one of the most attractive guys at CHS. A lot of the girls and some guys squealed and pushed closer.
Suddenly Bunny found herself being thrown back by crowd.
"H-hey!" She tried to call out. Then she was filtered to the back of the crowd. "O-ouch!" She called before tripping in her heels and falling backwards. As she was falling, Bunny crossed her arms and cursed every asshole that had pushed her back here. She was too used to things like this.
So you can imagine her surprise when she didn't hit the ground. She landed in a chair or something like that. She figured she was pretty damn lucky until an arm hooked around her stomach.
"H-HEY!" She pulled at the warm arm, but stopped as she heard the familiar groan behind her.
"What the hell?" He groaned and Bunny slowly turned her head to the side.
"B-Blitz?" Her purple eyes met his deeper ones. He blinked the sleep that clouded his eyes.
"Bunny?"
He knew her name?! No way! She never even had a real conversation with him! Bunny turned her eyes away from him fighting the mad blush trying to creep its way across her cheeks. Bunny had been crushing on Blitz since freshman year, though she'd never tell a single soul.
"I didn't take you for the shy type." He chuckled ever so slightly.
"I-I'm not!" Bunny flipped around and their noses were touching. His eyes widened and Bunny's face turned completely red. Now she took in her position. She was sitting in Blitz's lap with their noses touching. Her eyes widened even more and her face somehow got redder before she pushed away from him, landing on the floor.
"Whoa, you ok?" Bunny nodded, but kept her face hidden. Her breathing had gone slightly erratic and her nerves were practically bouncing off the walls. "You sure?" Bunny spared a glance at him to find him leaning forward, his full attention on her. Bunny ducked her head back down as the blush made an attempt for an encore.
"What's going on?" Buttercup appeared and Bunny looked up at her. She let out a breath before smiling.
"The crowd pushed me back." She laughed, getting up. She grabbed one of the drinks in Buttercup's hands while Buttercup threw Blitz "the look."
"Blitz!" Butch jogged over to them.
"Yo." Blitz nodded to his brother.
"C'mon, they opened the after party and I wanna get to the buffet before everybody else!" Butch stopped for a minute and looked over at the two cousins. "Greenbean" His tone was neutral as his dark green eyes connected to Buttercup's lime.
"Trashheap" She nodded in acknowledgment. He turned back to Blitz, who was getting up, and grabbed his arm, dragging him off to the after party room.
"What was that about?" Bunny asked Buttercup, who tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Buttercup crossed her arms over her multi-green colored tank top. Around her was was a little belt with a skull hanging on the left side.
"We're chill now." Bunny noted the slight blush that made it's way onto Buttercup's face.
"Since when have the two of you ever been cool?" Bunny put her hands on her hips. Since the moment Buttercup and Butch met it had been nonstop arguments and challenges. Buttercup tucked her hands into the pockets of her long black pants that faded to lime green at the very end and crossed her lime green converse-covered feet.
"Since a few days ago..." Bunny squinted at her and was about to interrogate her more when the Fashion Teacher walked up on the stage to bring out the designers.
Bubbles tugged at her cream mid-thigh socks. Then she moved down to her blue-green ankle boots.
"I don't think that those are going to fall off." Blossom laughed and Bubbles snapped up with a blush on her face. She opened her mouth to retort.
"AND BUBBLES LOAVF" Bubbles straightened up quickly and tensely walked onto the stage, where people cheered and clapped as she bowed.
Buttercup checked out the buffet table every few minutes figuring out what to choose from to eat. Personally, she'd like one of everything. She finally walked over and grabbed a plate. She held her hand up like one of those crane machine games. She smelled around the table eagerly. She picked up an assortment of foods. From pie to watermelon to steak to steaming buns. She gobbled the food up like it was the first time she'd ever eaten.
"Anymore and you'll really turn into a pig." Buttercup glared up at Butch. She motioned for him to come closer. He rose an eyebrow and leaned down to her face, where she promptly let out a huge burp right in his face. He stumbled back before laughing and she stuck out her tongue at him before looking away with the slightest blush on her features.
"Hey." Buttercup's head snapped up as Butch scratched at her knee cap. He had knelled down and was looking up at her innocently. "We need to talk." Buttercup's eyes widened and she felt herself blush more.
"We don't." She glared at him before pushing her plate of food towards him and quickly walking past him. Butch sighed and looked after her.
"Are you sure you have to leave?" Bubbles held her mother's hand.
"Its 11 at night, you stay up and have fun with your friends and I'll call you tomorrow night." Bubbles and her mother called each other every night to make sure that the other was alright. Bubbles sighed and nodded sadly. "Cheer up sweetheart, this is for the best." Her mother cradled her daughter's face in her palm as though it was the last time she'd ever see it. Every time they said goodbye, they treated it as though it were the last. That was the life they lived, and would continue to live. Would it always be like this?
"I love you" Bubbles hugged her mother.
"I love you too." Her mother kissed her forehead before opening her car and with a wave, drove off. Bubbles stood there for a few minutes before turning back to go into the school. The entrance way was empty. Bubbles stood against the door. Every time they parted a piece of her died. Bubbles was lost so deeply in thought that she didn't realize her body had started moving on its own. She hadn't heard the music until she was at the door to the library.
It was a guitar. A soft melody. The the very beginning of a passionate salsa dance. Bubbles slowly pushed open the door to find Boomer. He was sitting on one of the various tables. In his hands was a classic guitar. His fingers moved so quickly across the strings and his eyes were closed. Bubbles was so enchanted by his playing she forgot to hold onto the door and it slid back to its place with a loud thud.
Bubbles put her hands up in surrender as Boomer's eyes snapped open. They just stared at each other, Bubbles' face started to flush so she finally looked away from his dark blue eyes.
"Sorry..." She murmured before turning to the door.
"Uh No! No! I'm sorry! You surprised me!" Boomer got up and jogged over to her. "It's fine, really! Wanna stay?" Boomer took a gentle hold on her arm and turned her around so they were facing each other.
"So, you play the guitar?" She let him guide her back over to his table and sat down beside him. She and Boomer had one of those weird friendships. The ones where you don't hang out and rarely talk, but make funny faces at each other in class or across the lunch room.
"Yeah, it's kinda a hobby for me."
"It's beautiful." Bubbles watched with enchantment sparkling in her eyes as his fingers made different strings vibrate at different times and to different sounds.
"Her mother was so nice." Bell smiled softly before taking a sip of the grape juice in her cup.
"Yeah, but don't you think something was a little, i don't know, off..." Buttercup trailed off beside her.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, it's probably just my imagination." Buttercup pushed off the wall. "Welp, I'm tired, I'll see you tomorrow." She saluted Bell, who giggled and gave her a half-hearted one back before watching her exit the after party. Bell never thought she'd intermingle between groups, but here she was, and suddenly all this clique nonsense seemed pitiful and pointless.
Bell sighed into her cup, she should probably go back to the dorm soon. She was shook out of her thoughts by a tap on her shoulder. She looked down into the eyes of a crinkly old lady. The lady smiled brightly at her and she gave her a sweet smile in response.
"You've got talent kid, if you ever wanna take it professional, you know who to call." She handed her a card before prancing out the door, followed by an entourage. Bell's eyebrows knitted and she put down her drink to look at the card.
Arrow's Modeling Agency
"Ohhhhhh?" Bell jumped forward and flipped around to look Blaine, who had leaned over her. Her face burned red.
"B-B-Blaine!" She growled and he laughed. Ever since he sat behind her in chemistry last year Blaine had loved playing tricks on her.
"Hey!" He waved at her and Bell glared at him.
"What do you want?" Bell put her hands on her hips.
"Just wanted to tell you something." Blaine pouted down a her and Bell rolled her eyes.
"What." Blaine smiled brightly before slowly stalking towards. Bell felt her face heat up at his closeness , but she held her ground nonetheless. He leaned down Bell pressed her lips into a firm line as her face got redder.
"You look really beautiful." He whispered in her ear and Bell's face exploded in red. She didn't have to see him to know he was smirking and somehow smiling at the same time. Just as he had entered he disappeared in a flash.
I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere's high enough
Bunny laughed as she backflipped off the catwalk. She watched the rainbow colored fireworks dissappear where her feet had once been. She hoisted herself back up and did a front hand spring across the stage.
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You were staying out all night
And I had enough
Bunny did a few cartwheels before laying down and rolling around.
No, I don't wanna know
Where you been or where you're goin'
But I know I won't be home
And you'll be on your own
"You know people just walked on that, right?" Bunny froze and turned around to look at Blitz. Her cheeks immediately dusted rouge as he walked up to the side of the stage. He had a curious look on his face. "Aren't you dizzy?" She was now that he was there.
"Nope." Bunny quickly hopped off the stage. "What'cha doin here?" She turned around and looked down at her feet to avoid her face heating up too much.
"Looking for you." He said simply and Bunny looked up to find him closer to her.
"W-why? You don't have to worry about me." Bunny scratched the back of her neck. Blitz grabbed the remote out of the chair in front of the catwalk and turned the music off.
"I just have a feeling you and I are going become close, lets go back to the party before we get caught." He held out his hand and Bunny blushed before taking it and walking back to the party.
"You are such a beauty!" Mrs. Heafer cheered.
"I always told you she was quite the looker, right Brick?" Mr. Heafer said proudly. After breaking away from the paparazzi, the Heafers had come to see her.
"Yep" Blossom blushed as her and Brick's eyes met.
"Thank you" She smiled graciously. Then Mrs. Heafer's watch beeped.
"Uhp, honey it's time to go, Blossom darling, it was wonderful to see you again." Blossom nodded to Mrs. Heafer who was Dragging her husband out the door. Then she paused and ran over to Brick, pulling him down to her and pecking her baby on the cheek before running out the door. Brick grumbled something and Blossom giggled.
"You're smiling a lot today." Brick stood himself up and walked before her.
"Yeah, thank you." Brick rose an eyebrow, "For calming me down before the walk, I was really freaking out."
"Yea, well, I couldn't just let you embarrass yourself by having a mental breakdown on the stage." Blossom chose to ignore that comment.
"So, anything interesting happen lately?" Blossom cringed at her horrifying socializing skills. Then she nearly pouted as Brick burst out into laughter.
"C'mon, I'll take you back to your dorm." Brick bowed and flailed his arms around, "my fair maiden" came out his horrible british accent. Blossom laughed, taking his arm and using her own accent.
"Why thank you good sir."
Bunny and Blitz stayed in the after party and just talked. Bunny would step to the beat of the music sometimes, but that was about the only other thing that they did. Bunny had thought that Blitz was the type that liked to be alone, but he was plenty social to her.
"Bunny?" Bunny whipped around to face Princess along with 3 or 4 other girls from her supposed "clique"
"Princess!" She waved and the girls walked over to her cautiously.
"What are you wearing?" Bunny looked down at her outfit. A black bralett peaked out from under the baggy purple top she had barrowed from Buttercup. It had some tears, a safety pin, ended at the bottom of her rib cage and no sleeves. She also wore high waisted black pants with tears in the knees.
"Clothes." She shrugged.
"You look like a punk." Another said. Bunny rose an eyebrow and leaned ever so slightly on Blitz's shoulder. His eyes flickered over to her before going back to the group of girls.
"What's wrong with that?" A purple haired girl stomped over.
"It's ugly." The girl sneered.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Sounds like you're asking for a fight!"
"Maybe I am!"
"O shitttt, It's going down!" A guy with headphones pulled them out of his phone and the music started playing.
Bubbles and Boomer froze at the sight before them. Crowds of students were huddled around a cheerleader and some purple haired girl. Boomer pulled Bubbles into his chest as the principal came running past them, coffee splashing all over the place.
Maybe Bubbles wasn't as used to this as she thought she was.
