Yes, I bring more. MOoORE. PS i totally cringed while writing some of this, ya'll better cringe while reading, or else it's just not the same.
-Brat's POV-
"FRICK BERSERK CAN YOU MOVE?!" I yelled, shoving her away.
"Whatcha meaaaaaaaaaaaan?" Berserk griped. "You got to do it last time like ALL the time. Why can't I do it?"
Bubbles looked at us both through the mirror. "Because," I said, flicking some hair out of my face, "I'm the stylist here. Obviously."
"Didn't you chop off half of Blossom's hair last time though?" Bubbles asked.
"Bubblita's right. Maybe I should do her hair," she stated, reaching for the blow dryer.
I narrowed my eyes at them, "Who cares? It grew back the next day didn't it? Besides what do you know about hair styling Berserk? You have almost as many out of place ribbons as you do split ends."
"OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH GOT 'EM!" Buttercup laughed, high-fiving Breaker. She'd arrived some twenty minutes ago, just before Brute and Breaker came back from wherever they were. Instead of hanging out any longer, Brute immediately went up to her room to sleep and threatened to disembowel anyone who tried waking her up. We figured, maybe she's tired.
Berserk narrowed her eyes at the pair of greens beside me, "At least I HAVE hair."
Breaker chuckled, "Peanut-Buttercup and I have hair, look!" He grabbed Buttercup by the collar of her shirt and flew her over to Berserk, shoving both her head and his in Berserk face. "Ya' seeeeeeee?"
I got back to fixing Bubbles's hair and makeup while Berserk was still distracted, Buttercup trying to rip both her and Breaker from her head,"How you feeling Bubbs?"
She shrugged, "A little nervous, but I guess just because you still haven't told me what song I'm performing today, or where or with who."
I smirked, "Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."
-BUBBLES's POV-
It was raining today, not very hard, which actually made Brat pretty happy. Perfect weather for the song, she told me. I stood outside an old cinema, hair in low pigtails, already getting a little wet from the occasional stray raindrop. Brat gave me an denim skirt, dark blue leggins and a matching cardigan. This outfit was similar to the one I wore on my first date with my newest ex. We had gone to see a movie together. My hand gripped the handle of the umbrella tighter.
Everyone else huddled underneath a nearby tarp on the back of a truck waiting for their part in the video, cameras ready to roll. My sisters, the Ruffs, the Punks, and Rights. The gang's all there, just like last time. I don't know why exactly we had to be filming this but the Punks insisted so I just went along with it. Brat from underneath a tarp called out to me with a megaphone, "YO BUBBS YOU READY?"
Berserk narrowed her eyes, "Isn't that my megaphone?"
Brat blinked at her sister and then ignored her. "AND ACTION!" She spoke out. (a/n italics is music video, italics-bold is singing)
Bubbles begins walking solemnly down the busy street, moving past each person one by one. I leave the gas on, walk the alleys in the dark. She passes a suspicious alley, looks at briefly, continues walking. Sleep with candles burning, I leave the door unlocked. Blake leaves apartment next to Bubbles, does not bother to close door. I'm weaving a rope and running all the red lights shot of Buttercup driving very quickly, her car's motor roaring as she passes another red light. Bubbles's hair moves a little, she keeps walking, gaze falling and rising. Did I get your attention? 'Cause I'm sending all the signs that the clock is ticking, cut to Bash standing atop a building next to Bubbles, leaning over the edge. And I'll be giving my two weeks. Bubbles closes her umbrella, begins to drag it behind her as the rain continues falling.
Pick your favorite shade of black, Bubbles now lets go of the umbrella, it falls. You'd best prepare a speech, Blossom and Blake hold hands and walk past Bubbles, she looks back at them. Say something funny, say something sweet. The Red slow down their stroll. But don't say that you loved me, Blossom lets go, and floats off. Bubbles tears her gaze from them. Begins to walk with more purpose, runs a hand through her hair to clear it from her face.
I'm still breathiiiiiiiing,
But we've been dead for awhile, Bubbles lowers her head a bit again.
This sickness has no cure, we're going down for sure.
Already lost our grip
Best abandon ship Pauses, continues to walk slowly once more.
Bubbles tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, Maybe I was too pale, maybe I was too fat She crosses her arms.
Maybe you had better,
Better luck in the sack. Bubbles says this with a pained expression on her face, wiping either a raindrop or a tear from her face.
Just trying to be patient,
Maybe I swore in us too much
But I swore you didn't care, Bubbles's' voice begins to break.
'Cause we were in love
Berserk is seen from a window, writing a letter with tears in her eyes. So as I write this letter, and shed my last tear.
Bubbles watches an extra ride past her on a bike, she continues walking now with her hands clasped behind her.
It's all for the better that we end this here.
Bubbles watches some children giggle and run past her. Let's close this chapter
Say one last prayer Bubbles continues singing with her head hanging low, making it impossible to see her eyes. Suddenly, she raises her head gracefully.
But don't say that you loved me.
Bubbles wipes the final tears from her face, and flies up to the skies, a ray of sunlight shining only on her through the grey clouds.
I'm still breathing
But we've been
Dead for awhile…
Bubbles begins to carefully under her pigtails.
This sickness has no cure, we're going down for sure
Oh we've been diagnosed Bubbles's hair is now loose So let's give up the ghost. She floats back down to the top of a hill in the nearby park.
I'm still breathing~
Bubbles lands on the hill, continues to sing to the heavens, Though we've been dead for awhile.
This sickness has no cure. We're going down for sure.
Already lost a grip, best abandon ship. She sits on a patch of grass and looks at the view, a tiny smile forming.
-BOOMER'S POV-
"CUT!" Brat shouted through the megaphone, tears forming in her eyes. "Bubbles that was great!" She told her as Bubbles flew back to us. We all gathered under the tarp. "You did everything I said and it worked! My directing was so spot on," Brat praised herself, flicking a tear from her eye. Bubbles giggled at her reaction.
Bash came up beside her. "What she means is, nice job," he said with a flat expression on his face. Man that guy's not very emotional…
Bubbles smiled, "I know. And thank you for making me go through that. I, I needed it."
Brat ruffled Bubbles's hair, "I know, and you're welcome."
"So party time or what?" Butch said. We stared at him. "C'mon! The parties were like the best part from last year!"
Before anyone could get a word in, Berserk spoke up, "FROOCKETY FRICK-FRACK YOU RIGHT MY MAN!" And with that she pulled up a cannon and screamed "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
The canon exploded and confetti blew out everywhere, even a cake was instantly made.
"Where did you get that?" I asked.
Berserk wiggled her eyebrows, "I stole it." Blake raised his eyebrow and cleared his throat. "What?" Berserk pouted. "It's not like we can't use it, saves SO much time. C'MON IT'S PARTY TIME!"
No one asked any more questions. Brat blasted some music from her car and everyone just started to mingle. Bubbles laughed at it all, and took a cupcake from the cannon. Seeing her cheer up brought a smile to my face. I went to go join them. Random timing or not, we all needed a little party to de-stress.
-Brute's POV-
*Still Asleep, and having a niiiiiiice dream look here's a preview*
ZAP! ZAP! "YES! DEFEATED ONCE MORE!" I clenched my bloody fist.
"Look Lamb," Breaker called to me, blood smothering his face with a groan. "More of them." He pointed at the hordes of half-formed monsters and zombies approaching us from the other end of the apocalyptic ruins of the town. He crushed a skull with his bare hands, oh and he was shirtless. Yeahhhhh…..
I smirked, "Guess we'll just have to keep going then!" We both yelled and flew to our opponents, soon to be spots on the ground.
Will try to update this often, since it is a short-write, but I'm going to focus on Blue: A Drama. Already have the next chapter for that one in the works BTW for anyone who cares. R&r!
~Pollie T.