Life With the RowdyRuff Boys
Darknessxxx
Ms. Mourn led the boys through the school corridors to room 205. She opened the door and walked them inside.
"Mr. Fern, allow me to introduce Brick, Butch and Boomer. The new additions to your class" Ms. Mourn announced to the staring class. "Boys, this will be your class."
From where they were sitting, Bubbles wave enthusiastically at them, and Boomer waved back. Blossom mouthed "You're in our class?" to which Brick merely shrugged. And Buttercup rolled her eyes at Butch's flirtatious winks.
Mr. Fern looked, through thick square rimmed glasses, at the boys. "Welcome boys" He said in dull monotonous voice. "Why don't you" he pointed at Brick, "take that seat next to Mitch." He indicated an empty seat next to, whom Brick could only assume was, Mitch. "And you two can take those seats next to Princess."
The three wordlessly toke their respective seats. Once seated, Butch eyed the redhead next to him suspiciously.
"Well" Ms. Mourn said from the classroom doorway. "Mr. Fern, I leave them to you. There is a typing class that I need to cover for." She turned to leave, and then paused. "Oh, I almost forgot to mention, these three never had any formal education before, and they probably don't have the necessary background education for your level of teaching. You will have to teach them anything that they would need to know. Good-luck, good-bye." She hurried off.
"Very well" Mr. Fern said, well after Ms. Mourn had left. "Brick, Butch and Bloomer was it?"
"Boomer!" Boomer corrected him.
"Beg your pardon?" Mr. Fern asked.
"My name, its Boomer not Bloomer!" Boomer said.
"Oh, terribly sorry" Mr. Fern apologized.
"It's fine" Boomer said.
"Anyway, as I was saying" Mr. Fern continued. "Brick, Butch and Boomer" Boomer nodded his approval. "Since you might not know the necessary formulas, nor do you have any pencils, erasers, calculators, papers, or any school supplies in general, you may be exempt from our math test."
"What!" Brick cried outraged. He grabbed the pencil that was in Mitch's hand.
"Hey!" Mitch protested.
"Shut up" Brick warned him. "I don't like being pitied. Give me the damn test and I'll do it." He continued
Mr. Fern looked intently at Brick. "You certainly are full of Pride" he said.
"Yes I am" Brick declared. "Just tell me what I need to know about this test, and bring it on!"
"Okay then" Mr. Fern said. "Well the first thing that you'll need to know is..." he droned on explaining the test to Brick. Brick stole a blank piece of paper out of Mitch's binder, and began taking notes, those unsure about how to handle the test following suit.
Meanwhile Princess took notice to Butch's staring. "What do you want?" she spat.
"Have we met?" Butch asked.
"Yeah" Princess said. "Your brother kicked me in the face once."
Butch thought for a second. "What else, 'cause that doesn't narrow anything down."
"Aren't you that chick with all that money?" Boomer asked from the other side of Princess.
"Oh yeah" Butch said. "You're the chick with the jetpack."
"That's right" Princess rolled her eyes. "All you need to know about me is that I have money and a jetpack, and no personality whatsoever!" she turned her attention back to Mr. Fern, who was now writing equations on the board. "And don't call me a chick" she muttered as an afterthought.
"Sorry dude" Boomer said, Princess grunted in frustration.
Just then an idea struck Butch. "Hey!" he mouthed to Boomer, from behind Princess's back.
"What?" Boomer mouthed back.
Butch preformed some hand signals.
"Why?" Boomer mouthed.
More hand signals from Butch.
"That'll never work." Boomer said quietly.
"Yes it will, shut up" Butch said back.
"What are you two doing?" Princess demanded.
"Boomer" Butch started. "Wanted to ask you something." He shot his brother a meaningful look.
Boomer sighed, as Princess turned toward him expectantly. "I was just wondering" he said. "If you like dogs"
From across the room Bubbles eyed them curiously. "What are those two up too?" she asked her sister sitting next to her.
"Don't know, don't care" Buttercup answered, writing down everything Mr. Fern was saying. "I'm getting all the help I can for the stupid upcoming math test."
"Buttercup's right" Blossom said, who was also taking advantage of Brick's crash course. "You shouldn't let this opportunity go to waste."
Bubbles looked around, save for Butch, Boomer and Princess, everyone was hanging on to Mr. Fern's monotonous speech. She sighed and began taking notes.
"Why would you want to know that?" Princess demanded from Boomer. "Do you have the hots for me or something?"
"What, no!" Boomer almost shouted. "I'm just being friendly."
"Well you can stop that. Because we are not friends!" Princess told him.
"Well" Boomer said, his voice taking a harsh tone. "Then I guess that were enemies!"
"Huh?" Princess said confused by his sudden attitude change.
"Oh, you don't want to be Boomer's enemy" Butch suddenly said.
"What why?" Princess asked perplexed at what was going on.
"Do you have any idea what I do to my enemies?" Boomer asked.
Princess turned to Butch, "he's not about to fight me is he?" she asked.
"No, of course not" Butch assured her. She sighed in relief. "It'll be to one sided to be called a fight. A beat-down maybe, but not a fight."
Panicking, Princess looked around for something to save her. The commotion drew the attention of nearby classmates, but they looked away to avoid the conflict. Frantically, she turned back to Butch. "You got to do something" she begged him.
"What do you want me to do, fight my brother?" Butch said in mock shock. "Why I would need some kind of..."
"Here's a hundred bucks" Princess waved a wad of cash in front of his face.
Butch stared at the wad. It took quite a bit of effort to keep his jaw from dropping. He pulled himself together and grabbed the cash. "He'll get over the betrayal" he muttered.
Butch slammed his fist on his desk and stood up. "Okay dear brother!" he bellowed in what he hoped was a convincing voice. "I think you should leave this poor girl alone."
"No really, what is going on over there?" Bubbles said, her attention returning to where Princess was seated.
"Whatever it is, don't worry about it" Blossom told her still taking notes, oblivious to Butch and Boomer.
"If you say so" Bubbles muttered, returning to her notes.
"And what if I don't?" Boomer demanded as he stood up.
"Then you'll have to go through me!" Butch declared moving between him and Princess.
"And you're going to stop me?" Boomer said with a mock laugh, his energy bat appearing in his hand briefly.
"You don't think I can?" Butch said, light briefly reflected off of his energy shield.
Butch's eyes locked with Boomer's. Both of them stepped forward, ready for action. Sparks, literally, between them.
"Stop!" Brick suddenly shouted. Everyone in the class, save for Mr. Fern, who was still lecturing, turned their attention to him. Brick got out of his seat and floated to Butch and Boomer. Once there, he snatched the cash that was in Butch's hand. He counted out ten dollars and threw the rest onto Butch's desk. "Okay" he said as he pocketed his ten dollars. "Carry on" he returned to his seat.
"Psst" Bubbles whispered to Brick as he passed. "What are they doing over there?"
"Unless I'm mistaken" Brick said. "They are scamming that rich girl out of her money." He continued back to his seat.
From where he was standing, Boomer reclaimed his act. "If you want a piece of me" he shouted. "Then get ready for this!" he flew to Butch and put his fist into his gut.
"Ack!" Butch keeled over in mock pain. "Psst" he whispered to Boomer. "I know were faking this, but at least try to make this believable."
Angered by the criticism, Boomer drove his fist into Butch's stomach. Butch fell to his knees in authentic pain. Looking up he saw Boomer mouthing the words 'believable enough for you?'
Searing with anger, Butch brought his fist up to Boomer's chin, and gave him an uppercut that sent him out through the roof.
"...And that is everything you need to know to pass this test" Mr. Fern finished. He turned around to see his class watching blue and green streaks of light bouncing off each other in the sky above the class. "oh no" he muttered his voice maintaining its dull tone. "not the roof again."
Author`s Notes: ...hmm, I have nothing worth putting here. How about that, oh well. Hey, if you`re going to take your time to read this, go to my profile page, read my crossover demos, and vote for your favourite. Polls close September 2012.