xX Saturday 4:14 a.m. Xx

Licking her lips as she silently concentrated, Blossom carefully coated her lashes with mascara and added lip gloss to her lips. Her hair placed in a messy ponytail as she didn't find the energy to really brush it out or add any nourishing minerals to it. Her outfit consisted of a loose white shirt, black leggings, and white converse, along with a small necklace.

Yawning, she grabbed her tote bag that now had a half-finished book, her phone, and her wallet which only held 20 or so bucks. Quickly whispering a goodbye to her most treasured picture on her nightstand, she skipped downstairs where she was met with a bright smile from her mother.

"You ready?" asked tiredly but enthusiastically.

Blossom smiled back, "Yeah, and thank you again! Sorry for making you drive me there at this time!"

"It's fine, sweetie, just remember to be on time when I come to pick you up."

"Okay." Blossom walked out of the house with Ms. Keane and both got into the older woman's car. The lady started the engine and backed out of the driveway careful not to hit the girls' car. Blossom had decided not to take the car in case Bubbles wanted to go somewhere without having to borrow their mother's, or if had to go somewhere all of the sudden.

"Promise to be careful? You'll have me worry even if you come home with a small scratch." Ms. Keane started with a small grin tugging at her lips with a small chuckle.

Blossom laughed lightly while examining the very early daybreak. The sun not even touching the horizon filled with silhouettes of buildings: only its bright orangey color spilled the sky, but most of it was pure blue with illuminating stars to decorate its void.

But even so, with the calm and reassuring aura, the red-head was starting to think twice about the whole 'field-trip' thing now. Maybe going on the student council field trip to the great outdoors near the end of Citiesville -which was the next town from there- wasn't such a good idea. She didn't really embrace the fact that she was leaving her sisters and her mother alone, even if it was only for a day.

'Everything should be fine…' Blossom thought trying really hard to love the idea of going to the great outdoors. But what if something happens? What about the perfect attendance she planned on completing without absences? Surely this wouldn't count, it was a school trip after all.

'Nothing to worry about! Bubbles and Buttercup are old enough to take care of themselves!' Her nerves worsened at that thought. Are they really going to be okay? Have they grown enough common sense to be aware of the right and wrong things to do? Bubbles -as naive as she is- wouldn't be so stupid as to commit idiotic and unholy acts, right? Buttercup, she was a handful with a stubborn personality that would easily get her in trouble -but she should be smart enough to choose the right choice. Hopefully.

'It's only for two days! I'm sure they'll be just fine! I'm just overreacting!' She wasn't so sure as she was yesterday when she hundred percent confidently said 'There's nothing to be worried about, things will turn out to be alright!'

Blossom sighed biting her bottom lip and played with her fingers. She was mentally beating herself up, she didn't want to spend her life worrying. She wanted to enjoy her teenage years of what was left of it.

Or was it maybe…..she didn't want to be alone? Perhaps the loss of a loved one made her overreact about her other only family members' whereabouts.

Blossom closed her eyes. She had already lost her first love; her unforgettable father that soothed her cuts, open wounds, gave her unconditional love, gave her plenty of attention, and supported her actions. He was there when she was suffering emotionally, and physically.

He gave her the motivation that seemed lost nowadays, and most of all; he was someone she could always rely on and depend on. She had taken him for granted, and now she was lost without any kind of hope to get herself to move on because even if she convinced herself hard enough to believe that she was happy, there was always that dull excruciating pain in her chest that reminded her 'It was your fault…'

She didn't know what to believe anymore. Cry and let everything out thinking the pain would go away only to end up drowning in an endless abyss of pure salty tears? Keep everything bottled up and sustain all the grief and sorrow to keep it from showing her true depressed colors? Have faith that God would rescue her from her reality and expect blinding light at the end of the tunnel?

No…

"Blossom!"

She needed to stay strong…

"Blossom!" A loud and clear voice spoke with worry laced in them.

"Blossom...sweetie…" A woman's voice ushered.

Slowly the said girl's eyes opened getting used to the small sun's rays. Fluttering her lids repeatedly, she yawned and stretched her arms and legs a bit. Taking in her surroundings, she was in a car that was parked in a parking lot that was unfamiliar to her.

"We're here...You were asleep almost the whole ride here. And...you're crying…" Ms. Keane's voice became softer and more serious as she wiped her daughter's tears away.

"Huh?" Blossom furrowed her eyebrows completely confused, but it was true. She touched her cheek and felt the wet drops of tears that had escaped her eyes-most probably from what she now assumed, was from her nightmare.

Ms. Keane stared at her daughter with worry written on her face. "Are you okay, honey? If there's something wrong, you know I'm always here for yo-"

"I know...I know, it was just a bad dream, I'm just a bit stressed from school is all…" Blossom said in a hoarse voice that sounded as if she had just cried for hours at a time. She looked at her watch on her wrist. 5:03 a.m. it read, and as always she had made it on time to the instructed place.

"I'll get going now, thanks again, mom. I'll be here again by Monday at 5:00." Quickly waving her mother goodbye along with a goodbye hug and kiss, Blossom grabbed her tote bag and walked outside where other student council members walked out of the school bus. The type of transportation Blossom didn't want to go in.

She didn't want to sit in an uncomfortable seat all by herself with loud songs and chatter filling the enclosed space, that would be a pain to Blossom. Having to withstand such energy at that hour in the morning was like having a concert inside a sleeping lion's den. So of course, she asked her mother for a ride.

She got out of the car and as soon as she did she immediately regretted her clothing choice. A warm sweater would have been a good idea along with some warm boots. December was fast approaching, though Blossom didn't mind, she loved the cold weather. But her body protested as she was fighting back the urge to shake and chatter.

She walked up to Princess who smiled at her but was then replaced with a confused look.

"Blossom aren't you cold? Did you forget your coat?" Princess was answered with a nod.

"Yeah, I thought it was going to be warmer here, guess not. Anyway, should we get going?" Blossom questioned trying hard to not chatter or shake.

"Yeah, anyway, Mr. Brown?" The royal girl spun around and faced the agriculture teacher that would be the supervisor of the group along with Mrs. Julie who taught journalism.

"Yes, Princess?" The male teacher answered with a polite smile.

"You didn't mention how much it'd be for entrance…" The girl's voice trailing off as she pointed to the sign next to the entrance. It read ten dollars per person -half of what Blossom had. Blossom frowned internally and slightly pursed her lips externally.

"Oh yes, the fee was on the paper I handed you all on Monday," Blossom hadn't even taken a second to fully scan it, "It came with the costs of the entrance fee, the lunch fee, and a tent fee." Mr. Brown ended with a bright smile as Princess tried to remember the words that the paper had held.

She too had not paid much attention to the paper, but she had brought more than enough money. Heck, she could cover for at least five people free of charge for two days -but she was obviously not that nice. Princess would most likely spend her luxurious money on souvenirs and such, maybe even extra food, or in her case; a whole full-course buffet or maybe an expensive, elaborate, and elegant table d'hote? Heck, throw in a midnight snack if you want.

Though, the other redheaded girl was internally panicking. She hadn't brought enough money, the lunch fee and the tent fee could probably ten dollars each. She was short by ten bucks, though at one point, she also wanted to buy souvenirs...

Rethinking everything over, and possible ways to pay everything (which there was none), she decided on a quick plan. Sneaking in could be a way to save ten bucks, this would only leave her to pay for a small meal, and for a tent to spend the night with another female student or by herself. But twenty bucks would surely only last for a day. Maybe, she'd have to leave out the souvenirs, or just not have lunch at all. Still in denial of not having enough green paper, she took her wallet out.

While she was doing that she didn't notice a certain male walk up behind her, but it was when he pushed her shoulder roughly that she looked up and it was as though she suddenly got a taste of a bitter lemon. He was also one of the reasons why she didn't climb aboard on the yellow bus.

"Hurry up, you're going to fall behind." Boomer said, his back facing her though his face was turned enough to eye her.

Blossom sighed and bit her lip. Skipping meals and missing out on souvenirs shouldn't be so bad. But if she wanted to preserve as much money as she could she might as well start.

"Say...Boomer?" Blossom hesitantly asked and sprinted forward to where he was currently walking.

"Hm?" He looked drowsy and his messy hair made him somewhat more attractive. His half-opened eyes now focusing on the crowd ahead of him.

"Do you...happen to have...ten dollars lying around?" Blossom blushed in embarrassment and turned to look at the scenery around the parking lot.

"Nope." Boomer bluntly said before yawning and approaching the entrance. Blossom glared, still flaring with red.

"Ten dollars please?" The lady behind the small glass said. Boomer passed the woman a ten dollar bill with his finger sneakily sliding in a quarter. "Such a fine woman like yourself is worth more than a mere ten bucks." He smirked and walked off with the rest.

Blossom grabbed a ten dollar bill and slid it towards the woman who seemed to be blushing slightly from Boomer's comment.

"Thank you, h-have a nice day."

By morning the sun wrapped around CityVille with sufficient warmth, but by night, the dropping temperature made everything outside cold to the touch. The cold breath of mother nature didn't hold back through Blossom's thin small tent. She could feel goosebumps adoring her arms and legs. Her blanket, which was provided for her by the park supervisors, was warm and comfy enough, much to her liking.

To add to the comfiness, the only thing that would actually make her night was a small book to read before turning her flashlight off, which was also provided without cost in case someone needed to make their way to the bathroom during the night. Her soft rare pink eyes skimmed over the printed words, her mind making a whole other world where the characters of the book interacted.

She could have kept reading if it wasn't for a rustle that seemed to come straight from outside, a few meters from her tent. Blossom wouldn't be surprised if it was a few boys out there pulling pranks on most snoozing students. But just as quickly as that thought hit, footsteps were heard walking by. This time, a little freaked out, Blossom turned her flashlight off. She's seen this too many times in horror movies, but the curiosity to see who it was peaked her interests.

Quickly wrapping the blanket around her, grabbing the flashlight, and slipping her shoes on, she unzipped the tent and stepped out. The eerie sounds of the night shot fear up her spine immediately making her regret her decision. Taking a deep breath she stepped forward and hurried to turn her light on.

Gliding the light over the woods briskly, she found nothing which made her much glad. Ready to turn around and going to bed as fast as she could seemed appetizing to her, but not too long after, a hand grabbed her.

"What are you doing out here?" A familiar voice grabbed her attention. Blossom was suddenly aware of who it was, and her struggle to catch her breath didn't mask her sour face. Anger took control of her kicked the male, where? She didn't see over the darkness.

"You scared me! And what are you doing out here?" Her voice made it obvious she was annoyed.

"Minding my own business until you went out asking for detention." Boomer said walking farther into the forest.

"What? I was simply investigating, Boomer."

"So shining the light in everyone's tents with a possibility of waking everyone up wouldn't earn you detention?"

Blossom sighed with defeat and decided to walk with him. She wasn't that close to completely shutting off for the night. "So...where are you going? I assume you're not on a quest to find the perfect piss spot like a dog, right?"

Boomer smirked and grimaced at the same time. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "No.." He yawned, "there's a cliff nearby. It's supposed to be a stargazing area for tourists, but Mr. Brown prohibited anyone from going. Guess he didn't want to risk someone stupid from falling off the railings."

True to his word, the trees cleared out slowly and showing off a wide clear area. Boomer sat down on a nearby bench and out of his jean's pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Blossom stood there bewildered and confused. She never expected someone like Boomer to ever agree to a slow death.

His blue eyes looked at her with a raised brow. "You sitting or not?" Blossom hesitantly sat but she turned her head. Her knowledge of secondhand smoke was enough for her to avoid inhaling it.

Silence, a comfortable one, settled itself, but it didn't last long.

Boomer leaned his back on the bench and closed his eyes. "I only came for a quick smoke. You should go back and sleep."

Blossom would have agreed, but something told her not to leave. She hadn't felt this calm since she's come. The costs, the stress, and the inability to participate in paid activities wasn't something she enjoyed.

But that night...the stars were inviting and soon she found herself lost in them.

Boomer, however, was in deep thoughts and had a troubled mind. He crushed his cigarette and looked at the sky. He didn't feel calm, he didn't feel great...he felt guilty, angry, and unsettled.

He didn't want to go back home, back to a place he most dreaded, the place that made him feel the most guilty. If he could, he'd stay here in the woods staring at the night sky every chance he'd get.

It wasn't until a blanket landed on his face that he came back to reality. He took his hands from under the blanket and rubbed his face as if just waking up. "Thanks…" Boomer said and took the whole blanket.

"Not the whole thing, idiot, I'm cold too!" Blossom sprouted with annoyance.

But the most unexpected thing happened. Her body was pushed onto him where he soon wrapped part of the blanket onto her. His chest was warm despite being in cold for long. His arm around her shoulders.

"...If this is one of your tricks to try to charm me with that fake side of your's, it won't w-"

"It's not." He simply said and closed his eyes. "It wouldn't work on you anyway if that's what you were going to say." He didn't bother saying anything more.

Blossom, who soon felt too tired to even question his off attitude simply leaned in and let her mind take over.

About half an hour or so had passed before he was absolutely sure Blossom's consciousness was gone. He looked at her face. Her peaceful image made him feel ashamed. Regretful. Sorry.

This was originally going to include all 3 of their perspectives, but I cut it short. :P

Should I keep it as one perspective per chapter or all 3 as usual? Review your opinion if you want :)

Once again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, I tried my best to edit this... T.T

Anyway, have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

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