OK, MCAS exams are coming up next week (March 25), so I may and may not be posting for a while. Here are my grateful thanks:
vollyball7- Yes, I love to write BC and Butch fighting XD! I'm very happy to hear that you'll stay for so long, you're a great author.
Fashionpuff- Extraordinair? ME? You don't know how much that makes my day shine!
June-Avatar11- Yeah, she works so hard too. Well, I was thinking I could use Dexter… But when I tried writing how she described him to be "handsome", I almost blew chunks. Sorry to say, the real guy is someone you don't know. I made him up, sorry it's not too juicy. Thank U! I love ur stories too. Actually, I'm only reading "You're My Roommate". Which is a million thumbs up by the way, and I wish you'd continue soon.
MewCuxie12- Wow, you really think it's funny? I'm so flattered -! Um, this is a little off topic, but I read your profile, and that thing of the "did you know" stuff, did you by any chance happen to get that from an e-mail? Because I got one just like that.
I think I might stop writing my thanks up here. But just know, I respect all you right to me from the bottom of my heart and soul!
Typical Teens
Chapter 4- Hot
"Are you OK? Let me help you with that." Blossom's heart was pounding like an African drum so hard against her chest, she was sure it might jump out, and the boy would take and steal it, if he hadn't already. He bent down, and picked up the items that had fallen out of her pink book bag that she dropped. She knelt down as well, and began to help, but she wouldn't take her mesmerized pink eyes off him. He was so beautiful! His hair was a rich, thick, tanish brown color that was neatly combed, but a few adorable scruffs still popped out of place. He had a face of an angel! Eyes like sapphires that sparkled in the gentlest way. Perfect shaped cheek bones, and chin. And his graceful yet strong voice that made her melt like a witch in water. And his body was too grand to describe!
"There you go." The boy handed Blossom her bag as he stood up. She slowly rose to her feet as well, and took the sack from his hands.
"Th… Thank… Thank y…" She tried to thank him, but she just couldn't find the words to form. He smiled the sweetest smile that made her scream inside.
"My name's Ben," He introduced.
'He even has a B name! We were meant to be!' She thought to herself in joy, yet knowing it was kinda stupid. "Blossom!" she tried to give her name in a polite, but sexy way like in movies, but it came out sounding like a mouse over a bad connection on a telephone. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but he just laughed kindly.
"Nice to meet you, Blossom." Blossom's face flushed even more, but not so much as embarrassment this time.
'What a dream guy! Thank you God in heaven, for bringing such magnificence to me! I thought this day would be a total bummer, but now, my wounds are healed, and I have seen something so divine in my future, I can never be put down by a lousy day of school ever again!'
"...oso...? B...s...m!" Blossom could hear distant voices making their way to her ears, but not so much to her mind. She listened harder. "Blossom! What do thinks' wrong with her?" she made out one voice say.
"Maybe she's paralyzed, or hypnotized. BLOSSOM! Snap out of it!" Someone's hands slapped her cheeks, and the wonderful image of the dreamy Ben was eradicated from her mind, and she found herself standing beside her two best friends, Megan and Joyce. Blossom blinked a couple of times, and looked all around the hall for that special guy.
"Where is he? Where'd he go?" Megan and Joyce looked confused.
"Um, Blossom, whoever you're talking about, is long gone by now." Megan said.
"What do you mean? He was just here."
"What we mean, is we found you just standing in the middle of the hall here, in this weird pose. And you missed 6th period." Joyce remarked, fiddling with her long black hair.
"Missed 6th period? You're joking with me, right?" Blossom was astonished. How could this have happened?
"No. We were waiting for you in History, and you never showed. We were told to look for you." Megan said, looking a bit worried for her friend.
"What time is it now?" Blossom asked in panic. Megan took a look at her watch.
"10 after 2. Almost the end of school hours."
"This is awful! And to think my day was just getting brighter. I have to get to class!" Blossom was about to fly off when Joyce stopped her.
"Bloss, did you know you were covered in old food?" Blossom looked at herself. She was still in her dirty clothes from lunch.
"Ack! This means I faced him looking like this! How embarrassing!"
"Listen, why don't we spend the rest of school to clean you off. We can just tell the teachers you had diarrhea or something." she suggested.
"And…" Megan piped. "You can tell us who this guy you keep mentioning is!" Megan loved romantic things, and was always spreading juicy gossip about people's relationships. Blossom decided their plan was reasonable, and they head for the nearest girls bathroom.
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Buttercup had stayed in the nurse's office 6th and over half of 7th period with Bubbles. Not because she was worried about her, because it was an excuse for skipping classes. Thing was, she was incredibly bored. She just sat next to the unconscious and single pigtailed sister of hers, doing nothing except eat crackers she found in the cabinets while she was snooping. The nurse had taken the rest of the day off because her dog was sick or something. Buttercup had her feet up on the bedside table, and leaned back in a wobbly chair, munching on the saltines in her hands. The sound of the door open behind her made her jump of surprise, and fall over in the chair on her back.
"Uggghh…" She rubbed her head and opened her eyes (everything looking upside-down from her view) "I thought I told you to scram!"
Boomer, a little surprised to see the green puff still there, was at the door.
"I just came for some medicine," he made up.
"Even if you were telling the truth, the nurse ain't here. So beat it, buster," Buttercup spat with force as she got to her feet.
"Can you at least tell me how she's doing?" Buttercup sighed.
"You don't give up to easy, do you? All I know is that she got a small bump on her head, nothing serious, and she should be awake soon. At least, that's what the nurse said before she ditched." Boomer began to walk towards the bed were his counterpart lay, but Buttercup blocked him. "Oh no you don't. I'm not letting you one yard near her."
"I just want to…"
"What? This isn't sleeping beauty who needs some dork to kiss her awake."
"I wasn't going to…"
"I don't care shit what excuses you got, boy. She's OK, so beat it before I have to make you."
"Bu… Buttercup?" Buttercup and Boomer both looked at the bed were the weak voice was heard. Bubbles had her blue eyes squinted, and was struggling to sit up.
"So you're finally back among the living. You still got the thirst for blood?" Buttercup remarked. She approached the side of the bed, Boomer cautiously and silently behind her.
"What are you talking about?" Bubbles raised her left hand to rub the sore bump, and her fingers ran across the feel of something stout and covered in ruble. She looked in the small mirror on the table next to the bed. All memories of what had happened during the food fight all washed in her mind like a tidal wave as soon as she saw the results of her hair in her reflection. But this time, instead of going into a stage of rage (hey, that rhymed), her eyes filled with her typical tears, and she exploded.
"Noooooooooo! It's not fair!" she whaled as she pounded her fists on the mattress. "My hair is (sniffle) ruined! It's dead!"
"Oh, just suck it up, you big crybaby. Here." Buttercup pulled a black and dark green ski hat from her pocket, and shoved it over her weeping sister's head. Bubbles stopped her bawling out of confusion.
"What's this?" She looked in the mirror again to get an image of herself. The hat was tilted down to the left of her head to hide the demolished pigtail, also covering half of her eye.
"What does it look like? It's a hat, doofus. I found… I mean, it's mine. You can ware that till we get home so you won't stand out as much." Buttercup said with a suspiciously unsure tone.
"Hey, that looks like Butch's old hat." Boomer pointed out. "Smells like it too."
Buttercup didn't make eye contact with either of the blues. "Heh heh, funny. Let's get out of here already, Bubbles." Bubbles pulled the covers off her and swung her legs to the side to get up. But instead, she sat there and looked up in question.
"But what happened? How did I black out? And what's Boomer doing here?" She asked.
"The answers to those questions all happen to be connected. Cheese head here…" Buttercup pointed behind her shoulder at "cheese head", who at this point, wanted very much to leave. "knocked you out with a pan when you were all crazy and stuff, and he says he feels 'responsible', and keeps coming to bug you. If you ask me…" As the puff yammered on, Bubbles looked up at the timid Boomer, not sure what to think.
"I gotta go." Boomer head for the door.
"You better." Buttercup called out.
"Umm, thank you." said Bubbles.
"I didn't do nothing for you." With that, he was gone.
"What a jerk. We should find Blossom so we can go." Bubbles nodded to Buttercup's statement (except the jerk thing), and they left as well.
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"Ben… hmm… I wonder if it could have been Ben Finch." Joyce thought allowed. Blossom had told her friends everything about her dream lover boy.
"Ooo, I've heard of him. He's suppose to be a major hunk. Good score Bloss." Megan said with a wide smile.
"You think I have a chance?" Blossom (a little cleaner now) asked for her friends opinion. "Totally! You're a Powerpuff Girl. You…"
"No." Joyce interrupted Megan's encouragement speech.
"What? Why do you say that?" The two girls asked the Chinese one.
"I heard he's got a girlfriend. Plus, he's an 11th grader. Sorry Blossom."
"I knew he was too much of a god to be mine. This stinks on ice!" The door to the bathroom opened, and Blossom's two sisters walked in.
"There you are. What are you doing in here? It's after hours." Buttercup came up to her, not bothering to greet the others.
"Yeah. You have your job to go to today, right Blossom?" Bubbles reminded.
"I forgot all about that! Sorry guys, I got to go." Blossom waved goodbye to her friends before departing with her sisters. Blossom was hired as waitress in a crappy old smoothie bar from a while back, just for some extra dough. "Ew. What's that smell?" Blossom held were her nose would be from the unknown stench.
"It's Buttercup's hat she lent me." Bubbles answered, also a bit dizzy by the odor sitting atop her head.
"Buttercup, I know you really know how to kick in your BO system, but I didn't think you were that bad," Blossom commented.
"Ugh. And it's so itchy! What is it, wool?" said Bubbles.
"How the heck should I know? If it bothers you, don't wear it." Buttercup put simply. Blossom giggled a bit.
"It makes you look like a punk or something, Bubbles. But make sure no teachers see you in that on grounds. We're not allowed to wear hats here." Blossom remembered when Brick got in trouble earlier for that reason.
The three opened the doors to the front of the school, were they were hit by a fearsome shot of impeccable heat.
"Whoa. When'd the temperature rise so high?" Buttercup shielded her eyes from the sun rays beaming down at them from the sky.
"Oh no! This hat is for winter. It's too, too hot to wear it out here. Blossom, could you use your ice powers to cool me off a bit?" Bubbles whined to her redheaded sister.
"Get your own ice." Blossom snapped.
"Somebody's cranky." Buttercup teased. Blossom would get really grumpy when it was to humid out from since she was around ten years old.
"I have an idea! Let's all go in the pool when we get home." Bubbles suggested. Years ago, with much begging from his daughters, the Professor installed an outdoor swimming pool for the girls to enjoy on days such as this. Also, as a treat for decent grades, he threw in a Jacuzzi.
"That sounds fun for you guys, but I'm stuck with my stupid job!" Blossom yelled, throwing her arms wildly in the air.
"Oh, yeah. And Buttercup and I have music recital later." Bubbles remembered in disappointment.
"Aw man. You had to remind me." Buttercup gave the air a punch in frustration. About a year ago, the Professor said that they all should grow special hobbies besides fighting monsters so they could have an idea of what job they would want when they grew.
Blossom chose dancing. All kinds, especially break dancing and ballet. She was quit accomplishable. Buttercup wanted to be a wrestler, or maybe a boxer, but the Professor suggested she picked something else because one, it was similar to fighting, which he was trying to get them away from, and two, it was unfair to her opponents sense she has super strength and all. She couldn't think of anything else, so Bubbles helped. Bubbles herself, wanted to learn how to play the piano, but she found it difficult due to the fact she had no fingers. Then she tried the flute, but she also liked to sing, and she couldn't do that if she was blowing through a pipe at the same time. Then, she gave the violin a try, but she couldn't sing well, for her chin had to hold down on the instrument. She tried all kinds of musical instruments, but nothing seemed to suite her liking. In the end, she gave up on it all, and just did plain singing, which she enjoyed greatly, and was good at it too. Bubbles dragged Buttercup into the whole music thing. She protested at first, but when they entered the instrument shop, and she heard all the pleasant music, she decided to give it a go. Sense she had known how to play the guitar ever sense she was 5, she didn't have as much a problem on picking the instrument as Bubbles had. The two joined classes that they attended to three times a week, and auditioned in shows a lot together. Sometimes, Blossom would dance in the shows with them too. And in their free time, the three sisters liked to rest outside after dinner, and make a beautiful scene of Buttercup playing her guitar, Bubbles' lovely singing voice, and Blossom's divine dancing skills. Perfect harmony.
"Freedom!" The girls had arrived home, and Bubbles delightedly ripped the ski hat off her head, and through herself in front of the AC vent.
"Move aside, girl! It's mine!" Buttercup shoved her way to the cool breeze of the machine.
"Did you guys know air conditioners cause global warming?" Blossom (now a little chilled off a.k.a. not cranky) stated knowledgeably.
"That's terrible! Poor polar bears are drowning because of our selfish needs." Bubbles whimpered, stepping away from the killer AC.
"How come everything good in life has to be bad?" Buttercup huffed, also stepping away, but only slightly (a/n: I'm not positive if that's true or not, but I know ACs are bad for the environment in some way. I don't know why I made this pointless health thing).
"Where's the Professor?" There was a poof of smoke that escaped from the door cracks of the basement, otherwise known as the "lab" right after the question passed Bubbles' lips. The sound of footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs from behind the door, and it swung open, filling the room with thick, black smoke. This caused the smoke detectors to sound off, and the sprinklers in the ceiling to rain down on them.
"Aw, and this was a brand new shirt." Bubbles complained. A figure emerged from the clouds of smoke, and swooped them all up into a tight hug.
"Oh, girls. I was thinking about you all day long! As soon as I heard your voices, I quickly put away what I was doing, and came up here as fast as I could. Tell me everything!" The girls managed to wriggle out of the loving grasp of their father, the Professor, who was absolutely covered in soot.
"Professor, did you blow something up in the rush just to see us?" Blossom asked, flattered yet disappointed.
"Oh, that's OK. It was worth coming to see my little princesses. I want to know every detail of what happened today," the Professor yammered excitedly.
"Wish I could, but I have to get to work. Bye everybody." Blossom waved adieu to her family, and set off with her uniform in her arms, to "Smooth Larry's Smoothie Shop".
When she arrived, her boss was standing at the door as if waiting for her. "Blossom, how are you? I'd like to introduce you to a new member to the staff." Blossom looked in the direction her female boss was pointing to. She gasped as her eyes saw who it was sitting in an empty chair on a small table.
"It's YOU!"
Another cliffhanger with Blossom. I'm just dying to write another fight between BC and Bu… OH CRAP! I totally forgot about their fight in the parking lot after school! Sorry, but I don't see how I can fit that in what I've already wrote. I'll have to make it so BC also forgot or something. Sorry!