You look at a person,
You think you know them,
You don't.
You don't know,
How they feel,
What they think,
Sure they tell you,
But they can lie,
It's something I do,
At least, some of the time.

..

French is so boring. I try to count the minutes, only to glance at the clock and find I've been counting the seconds.

Finally, the bell rings, indicating the end of this dreadful class. I rush out the door, meeting my sisters, Buttercup and Bubbles, at the front door. They give silent smiles in hello before walking with me out the doors. We walk in silence for a little while, no one wanting to start a conversation.

"BUTTERCUP!" a voice suddenly calls. We turn to see Butch rushing towards us, a huge smile ripping apart his face.

"Shut up, will you?" Buttercup responds, crossing her arms as he stands before her. He leans towards her, whispering something I can't hear even with my super hearing. Buttercup smiles slightly as he retreats, letting him lead her away down the road. I sigh as I turn to Bubbles.

"Guess we better start walking too," I announce. Bubbles bites her lip as she looks at her shoes, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Where's Boomer? They said they'd all be here, not just Butch…"

"Bubbles, relax," I soothe, holding the temptation to roll my eyes at her worries, "they'll be here." She shifts uncomfortably, not seeming to believe me, but continues to walk with me none the less.

"Blossom," she whispers, eyes locked on the road ahead of us.

"Yes?" I answer.

"I'm…I'm kind of scared to go home, he was really angry when we left…"

"Bubbles," I speak, sounding more confident than I feel, "we'll be fine! We always are!" my smile hurts it's so fake. Bubbles simply nods, probably seeing right through my lies of encouragement. We continue to walk in silence for a little while, neither of us daring to look at the other.

"Hey!" a voice calls. Turning around, I'm happy to find Brick and Boomer standing there.

"Boomer!" Bubbles yells, suddenly exceedingly happy as she runs into his open arms. "I missed you!" He grins, taking her hand as they walk off together, practically dancing down the road. I turn to Brick awkwardly as he stares back, equally uncomfortable.

"So…how was school?" he asks, trying to start a conversation.

"Fine, boring," I shrug, willing myself to not pull my hand away when he takes it in his. I turn my head away from him as we keep walking. We walk for a little while and I'm surprised to find I don't mind his presence so much…plus his hand is really warm and surprisingly soft.

"I'm sorry," he mutters softly, reminding me of events I sought to forget, "about this morning."

"It's okay," I answer quickly, wanting the subject to just go away and disappear.

"No!" he shouts, suddenly becoming angry as halts our walking, still tightly gripping my hand. "You freaked out! You…Obviously it's not 'okay!' Look, I'm sorry, I just…Just…" he sighs, letting go of my hand to lift his hat and run his hand through his red hair.

"Brick, I…" I stop, allowing myself a deep breathe before continuing. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I didn't really think you would care, to be honest. We haven't talked since we were 15 and before than we always fought! How can you expect me to trust you so easily!"

"I learned to trust you!" he counters, "when you came to our jail cell and told us you and your sisters were going to bust us out, we weren't sure what to believe! For all we knew, you were going to take us back to your professor father to run experiments on us, or bring us to Mojo, or Him, or the mayor, fuck, I don't know! But when you spoke to me, I believed you, I trusted you, why can't you do the same?"

"I don't know!" I scream, tears threatening to fall, though I don't know why. It just hurts, physically, emotionally, it just… it all hurts.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Nothing

Why did I lie? Why couldn't I tell him?

…he trusts me…

Blossom?

Brick!

What are you doing?

Nothing!

Don't give me that, are you…Are you burning yourself?

No!

Blossom, give me that hair straightener!

No!

Blossom!

No! I need this, Brick, I need this!

No, you don't! Blossom, please stop doing this!

…no…I can't…

BLOSSOM GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!

"Brick! I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I cry, my knees giving out causing me to almost fall. Brick catches me and holds me close as I sob, seeming to not care as I soak his shirt. "I just… I lied because it was easy, I lied because I always lie, Brick! I lie to myself, I tell myself that it's okay, what I do…but it's not. It's awful, just awful, isn't it? I'm awful. I'm terrible. Everyone hates me, my sisters don't believe me anymore, but I don't see why they should… All I do is lie to them. Tell them it'll be fine, when I know, Brick, I know it won't! … I just didn't know how to deal with it anymore, and that burning feeling…it helped, I don't know why, but it helped…in the sickest most twisted way. I'm sorry I didn't tell you…I'm sorry…"

"Blossom," he whispers, his words tangling themselves in my hair before finally entering my mind, "it's okay. I understand, Blossom, I get it. I'll help you though this, okay? Just trust me, I can help you."

"I do trust you, Brick, I do…" I murmur, burying myself deeper into his chest.

"Come on," he whispers, gently tugging at one of my hands, "we should get you home." I nod, gripping my hand as we continue to walk down the sidewalk.

I'm think I feel better already.