Blossom's POV
Another satisfying day of school. I floated towards home, feeling extremely light… ecstatic… like I'm straight out of a love story.
No, I won't start singing some spur-of-the-moment, mushy gushy love-song.
I'll make a poem instead.
I'm falling for a red-head god with brains to match
I hope he likes me (what a catch!)
I'm hating an obnoxious loudmouth punk
They're one and the same
So now my heart's sunk.
Pooh. Too sappy and corny and simple. I could do better.
I shut my eyes, daydreaming. Imagining a tune for it. Light and happy.
A red blinding light flashed and metal crunched. In that moment, I blacked out.
Brick's POV
Back to home. Rather stay in school, but she won't be there anymore anyway.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of Blossom. I feel some mushy love poem going on. For your viewing pleasure, here is the stupidity that comes from love.
Blossom, oh Blossom
A fair maiden thee
Beauty and brains,
Quite easy to see
Eyes pure jewels
Yet thy words, cold to the touch
Should I love you, or hurt you?
This is all… just… too much.
She floated by, hair flying in the wind, like… orange juice? Whatever. I stood a few feet away, mesmerized.
Then, I spotted the yellow school bus. And I did something stupid.
I should know better than to zap a school bus of kids. And that Blossom, being a superhuman, would obviously NOT be killed by anything. Not by me, not by a school bus.
But I panicked.
My eyes shot intense rays of pure energy at the hurtling bus, immersing her and the bus in heat.