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AnonymousGirl- Did I say what color they were yet? If yes, then I'll refresh your memory by saying 'brown'. If not, sorry for the spoiler! And I will not answer the second to questions, only to make the story more enjoyable for you!
gilly- Yeah, I realized that too :p I'd like to say that when I type up stories, I type them up from my mind. No pre-planning whatsoever. Also I don't look them over, which I should do more. x3 Sometimes I go back and fix things, but other times I leave it because I may use it later.
There is a little something in this chapter that may be a bit surprising or confusing.
The tall male pushed his way through the crowd in the auditorium, looking for the certain red head he saw a second ago. He and his brothers would meet up later, and talk about the girls and what they started learning about them. Right now, their mission was to start learning about said girls, and see if they can soften them up.
Finally, he found the lucky lady, speaking to another girl. Brick smiled as he walked up behind her and waved to her friend, who saw her. The girl let a smile tug on her lips and put her hand on her hip.
"What?" Blossom asked her friend, arching an eyebrow. She turned around to see the guy from earlier grinning at them. What was his name...? Braydon? Brock?
"Hello ladies. My names Brick." He bowed, grinning a bit more as he spoke to her friend. He saw speaking to her... questionable friend could help him with her case. She just mentally punched herself and drilled the name into her head.
"Hello~" The girl, with puffy red hair, smiled at Brick, more suggestively then anything else.
"Princess, why don't you two find someone else to make those eyes at?" she asked, shifting her weight. Her red-haired friend looked at her, sticking out her tongue. Though, she did walk away, but not without looking over her shoulder.
"I'm sorry about them, Brick." It suddenly dawned on Blossom that she just got herself alone with the guy. Well, not completely alone. There were many other students around them.
"Oh, its okay. Your friend is cute." He looked down at her, having a few inches difference in height, and smiled a bit less, still grinning. "And you're beautiful." Hey, nobody said he couldn't rush his relationship with her, if he has a relationship with her.
It worked, sorta. Blossom felt a bit of blush on her cheeks, but the computers in her brain sent signals to everywhere, forcing her to cool down and quickly forcing the risen blood away. She sighed.
"And you're nice, Brick. But don't think you'll get to even first base on the first day." Blossom, again, shifted her weight and gave a smile. Brick frowned slightly, still having a glint in his eyes.
"How about first base on the second day? Maybe third? Forth?" He joked around, chuckling a bit. Blossom giggled, but only a little.
"How about in two months?" The red head asked, combing her hair with her fingers.
"But that's so far away!" Brick complained, smirking now.
"It'll do." Again, the red-head giggled.
"At least, after the first week, let me take you out. On a date." He insisted, somehow finding her hand and holding it. Again, her face went through the same thing from before. Heating up, little blush, computer signals, cooling down.
"Maybe. But you'll have to prove to me that you're the type of guy I like."
"What type of guys do you like?"
"Not telling! But definitely not the whiny types." She poked his side and grinned. She pulled up her hand and checked her bangs, hoping they were still covering. Well, of course they are! Or else he would be freaked out.
"I'm not the whiny type though!" Brick whined. Blossom arched her eyebrow again and he chuckled. "I get it from my little brother, okay? But its not me."
"Sure." the redhead agreed, only because it felt right to make him grin like he was. And, he did. The tall male grinned, letting go of her hand.
"Then its a date! This Saturday."
"This Saturday!? That's not even a full week, Brick."
"Yeah, but a full week ends on a Monday. I'm not taking you out on a Monday."
"Fair enough, but can't you wait until after that Monday?"
"No, because... I want Saturday." he finished and she rolled his eyes.
"Fine. If you don't piss me off, then its a date. Saturday." Crossing her arms, she squinted. "So don't piss me off."
"I'll try!" he put his hands up in defense and grinned.
I have a date this Saturday... I could wear my black flats... Blossom was already thinking up an outfit. She knew this guy would find some way to get on her nerves. So she already looked passed that and decided she would try and date this guy. Maybe for a bit, to learn more about him. But if things start getting to intimate, then she'd have to cut it off.
Alright, date this Saturday. What information should I get out of her then? Brick looked at her, she was turned away, thinking. His smile softened. I can worry about that later. First date, in a few short week. Don't mess it up!
Boomer nervously looked around for the blonde, Bubbles. He, honestly, fell for her the minute he laid eyes on her. She was just so... beautiful. He was worried about being rejected. Or electrocuted. Whichever came first.
He found the set of pigtails talking to a guy. A bit of jealousy burned in the pit of his stomach, forcing him to walk forward. He looked over the guy quickly before interrupting the two. He had short reddish-brown hair and hazel eyes.
"Hey Bubbles and friend." He smiled sweetly. The pigtailed girl looked at him and smiled back.
"Oh, hey Boomer!" she giggled, pulling her gaze off of the guy and over to the new kid. "This is Zach. He's a cheerleader, like I am." she informed, motioning to the square-shouldered standing in front of him. Him? A cheerleader?
"Nice to meet you, Boomer." Zach said, voice deep. It actually kind of scared the blonde. The two shook hands before Bubbles cut in.
"So what are you doing here?" she asked him, tilting her head.
"You're the only person I know here." Boomer answered. "Is it okay that I come and speak with you?"
"Of course it is!" Bubbles giggled. Zach stood beside her and glared daggers at him, before speaking up.
"I'll talk to you more about routines later, Bubbles. I have to go... talk to the guys." Boomer could easily see he wanted to get away from this scene, as it was agitating him.
"Oh, okay. See you after school on Wednesday!" she called after him. He waved over his shoulder. "I wonder why he left... We were having a fun conversation, weren't we?" It looks like it didn't slip past Bubbles all to much either.
"Maybe he really did want to see his friends, and took this as an opportunity?" the blonde man asked, shrugging.
"Maybe..." she sighed, then looked back up at him. "So... do you know why we're in here?" She motioned to the mass of students moving about in the auditorium.
"Isn't it orientation for the new guys?" he asked. That's what he had been told so he was hoping he was right.
"Oh! So you'll be up there?" She asked excitedly.
"I think its just Freshmen. But maybe, you never know." he shrugged, putting on a small grin that he and his brothers wore so well.
"Oh..." she rolled back and forth on her heels, trying to find other things to talk about.
"Hey, do you think I have a chance with dating you?" he blurted out the question. You see, no matter how soft and kind Boomer was, the way he asked things wasn't so soft... maybe kind, but quick and sometimes with no meaning. He meant to just get the question over with, but while asking he lost feeling in his voice.
"Are you sure?" she asked, skeptical. She heard how his voice changed from before to asking the question.
"Yes, I'm sure." Boomer brightened up again, and nervously looked to the ground.
"Well, you do have a chance. I'll say that." she giggled and placed her hand on his shoulder, thanking the rubber bracelets. "Not an immediate date, though."
"How about Saturday?" he asked. She nodded.
"Sure. Saturday sounds great!" unlike her sister, Bubbles didn't mind dating someone she just met so soon.
"Great!" Boomer was elated. He finally did something right in his job! And all by himself, too!
Butch was wandering around, flirting with a few girls while looking for his target. He found her, in a yelling match with a blond/black haired girl. He rose an eyebrow and walked closer to the two girls, becoming one of the bystanders and watching.
"You can't be that good at so many sports!" The one with double-colored hair narrowed her eyes. Really? That's what this was about?
"Well I am, Bridgette. When will you get over that?" Buttercup growled. So this was going on for a while?
"I'm not going to stop until I win! I have to win!" The other, Bridgette, whined and stomped her foot. Butch took this moment to walk over and wrap an arm around Buttercup. He didn't know why, he just wanted to. And the two had stopped yelling enough for him to squeeze in. The girl in his arm stiffened and seethed.
"What the actual fu-" Buttercup started, but Butch put a finger to her lips.
"No profanities, young lady." he teased. Daggers were glared at him from the green-eyed one. But the other, Bridgette, licked her lips and grinned.
"Seeya, Butterbutt." Bridgette walked off, purposely swaying her hips in hope that Butch would see.
"Why the F would you cut me off? We were about to fistfight!" Buttercup still felt the little adrenaline go through her, fists clenched.
"Because fighting is bad?" he teased again, not really believing what he said.
"No, fighting is a stress reliever. Now get off of me." she ordered, struggling with his arm. Her eyebrows furrowed. Nobody was stronger than her, why was it so hard to move him?
"Nope! Not until you answer my questions!" he chuckled, pulling around her tighter.
"I don't want to! Let me go, or I'll blow my rape whistle!" she threatened, lying. She didn't have a rape whistle. Didn't need one. What type of person with metal for hands and feet would need one?
"Nope!"
"Why the F not?" she allowed herself, just this once, to only say the first letter of the word, in hopes to push him away, some way.
"Because then you'll go away and I want my questions answered!"
"Fine!" she growled and crossed her arms, looking away.
"Good. First question, are those really your sisters?"
"We're all adopted." she stated bluntly. Noticing how she wasn't continuing, he did so himself.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"I'm eighteen." he bragged.
"Then whatever is creeping in the back of your mind is illegal." she shot him down.
"When's your birthday?"
"March twenty second."
"Well. Shit then." he cussed.
"Why do you get to swear?!" she growled, looking up at him.
"Because I can." he stuck out his tongue. "Next question! Will you go out with me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because."
"Because why?" Butch asked, snickering quietly. The two continued until Buttercup snapped.
"FINE! I'll go out with you!"
"Great! How about Saturday?" Butch asked cheekily. She smacked him upside the head.
"I'll call you." Buttercup walked away, arms crossed.
Yep! There are now rivals! Usually, there are three girls that rival the PPGs, but I decided to mix it up and throw a guy in there for Boombles. Whats even better is that Princess is actually a friend here, and Buttercup has an enemy. It makes the story more interesting.
