Blossom stared at her sisters as the door slammed, her jaw hanging open. "Wait! Stop! How can you make me the lead without even knowing how good am I? That's not fair to the other girls!" She raced after the two, chasing them down.
"We wrote the part for you. Anyone else wouldn't do it justice." Bubbles crossed her arms as she said this, making her point awfully final. "Besides, the directors always do that; if one of those popular girls was the director, she would just write it for her friends. At least you're a good actress and stuff." Blossom huffed, secretly pleased.
"Fine. When do I start?" Buttercup ran to her room and came back in a flash, a thick pile of paper in her hands.
"This is the entire script—we already have this one printed out for you. Your parts are highlighted in pink."
"So, what's this play about?" she asked curiously, thumbing through the massive stack.
The sisters exchanged worried glances and Buttercup cleared her throat before speaking. "It's about a princess who gets sent to live in a far off tower because she's different from everyone else. The whole country turns on her, and she grows up in the tower, dreaming about adventures. She finally gets rescued by an evil king who intends to use her special abilities to kill the prince, the next in line at the neighboring kingdom. He takes her to his evil lair and she gets saved by the mysterious White Knight, whom she falls in love with. It turns out that the prince is the White Knight, and he falls in love with her, too. It ends with them hugging, knowing their life together will be great." Blossom's eyebrows shot further and further up her head as her younger sister explained the play. "What?"
She shook her head. "Oh, nothing. I was just wondering... If you picked me for the female lead, who's the White Knight going to be?" She had a feeling she knew, but the girl wanted to catch her sisters in the act of making Brick the prince.
"Boomer!" Bubbles said cheerily.
"What?" Blossom was shocked. "Really?"
Bubbles nodded excitedly. "Yeah! He practically begged for the part! He loves the idea of castles, princes, swords, magic... He's the perfect one for the job!" Blossom merely smiled, kind of disappointed.
"Well, good for him. He doesn't think it's going to be weird, being in love with me?"
"Oh, he's fine with it. He said he was worried about what Brick would think, though..." Bubbles trailed off, all three girls exchanging knowing glances.
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I paced around the living room frantically, my face still beet red. What was I thinking? She had just finished telling Berserk how much she hated me, and I almost confessed my feelings for her right there. Did I have a death wish? I continued tromping around the house, ignoring my brothers when they came in. I did pay attention, however, when Boomer grabbed my shoulders and shouted in my face, "I'M THE LEAD IN THE JUNIOR PLAY." I blinked twice, not really registering what he had just said. When it dawned on me what he had said, I smiled at him.
"Congrats. What's it about?"
"There's this magical princess who gets locked away, and is then captured by an evil king. Then, the White Knight—me—has to come save her, and they live happily ever after!"
I was taken aback by this hurried explanation, but managed to ask another question. "Who's directing it?"
"Bubs and Buttercup."
"Hm... Then they must have the female lead picked out..." Boomer nodded excitedly. "Who is it?"
"Blossom." My breath caught in my throat, causing me to cough violently. "Brick...? Brick, are you okay?" I nodded, still hacking. "Anyway... The play's in two months, so you need to help me practice my lines and stuff. You know how bad my memory is..." I nodded again, this time in agreement.
"Alright. Do you have a script?" He handed me a thick stack of paper in response and told me the lines I were to say were in yellow, his in blue.
"I've already tried to memorize the first few pages. Just keep going until I start messing up a lot." I flipped to the beginning, trying to ignore the fact that I was reading Blossom's lines; and the fact that they were incredibly cheesy.
Eventually, I stopped my brother to ask him a question. "Did Bubbles write this?"
"Yep. Didn't she do great?" Compassion filled his eyes at the thought of his girlfriend. "Well... See, there are two acts, two scenes in each act. Buttercup wrote the last scene—the one where the princess confesses her love to the White Knight and they live happily ever after. I don't have any lines for that part," he added, crossing his arms childishly. "Let's keep going!"
We practiced until we went through the entire script, Boomer adamantly keeping me away from the final scene. Surprisingly, he knew all of his lines perfectly, and we got through the entire script in about an hour and a half. "So, when is the play?" I asked, after he put the script away.
"The last day of school, duh! That Friday." I nodded, remembering. "Bubs' has a lot of work to do, though. She and Buttercup have to get the rest of the cast, costumes, the set, props... It's a lot of work." Suddenly, Butch came running into the room and glared accusingly at us.
"Bup said I was going to get to be the evil king lord guy!"
"She didn't tell me anything. Well, Bubs didn't. She just said that Blossom was going to be the princess and I was going to be the White Knight. Did Buttercup only tell you about yourself?"
"Yeah... Here, let me call her." He whipped out his cell phone and speed dialed her number. "It's me. I'm the evil dude, right? Are you sure? Boomer was talking about how you're assigning parts and I want to make sure I'm still the evil one. I am? Good. Hate you, too. Bye, Bup." He hung up, nodded once, and left. I glanced at Boomer, raising my eyebrow slightly, watching him shrug his shoulders. Boomer stood up, then, yawning and stretching. It had gotten pretty late, and after saying good-night, we went to our rooms; and as I lie in my bed, all I could think about was making sure I went to that play and sat in the front row, watching my girl from afar.
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Blossom awoke on the last day of school, nerves flowing through her. All the practice, all the preparing, had led up to this one moment. She got ready quickly, taking care to curl her hair just how Bubbles had instructed her, and wearing her favorite outfit: a hot pink shirt over a pale pink camisole, along with her favorite pair of dark blue flare jeans and white tennis shoes. After close inspection in the mirror, the girl was ready for school and flew there lazily with her sisters, each wrapped up in her own thoughts. Blossom herself was thinking about Brick—per usual—and hoped he would come to the play. She only spoke to him in the halls and such, giving a friendly greeting; but they hadn't had a real conversation for what felt like forever. The girl still dreamt of him regularly, but knew pining away after him wouldn't help her case. The best thing she could do was be patient and pray he would finally come to his senses. Bubbles was going over every last detail of the production, from the scene changes to the actor's lines, to the marks they had to hit when they went out on stage. She was completely distressed, just wanting the whole ordeal to be over, and worrying over Buttercup's 'plan'. Buttercup, meanwhile, was thinking about said plan. She had been working on it since she had begun dating Butch, pleading with the drama teacher to give her and Bubbles the directing job. Everything was laid out perfectly. The entire thing was falling into place...
The day seemed to fly by, and soon enough, Blossom found herself in the dressing room, putting on her costume. It was a beautifully tailored dress, a pale pink, which fell to the floor. The front was covered in detailed beading and stitchery, a white sash going around her middle and tying in the back. The whole look was completed with a silver tiara, and when Blossom looked in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, though, there was a knock on her door, and she jumped. "Come in!" she called. Bubbles popped her head in, grinning brightly.
"Delivery!" Blossom walked to the door and found Bubbles was carrying a massive bouquet, filled with pink lilies, tulips, and roses, and a white accent flower Blossom didn't know the name of. "There's a card with it, too!" The red-head read the card anxiously, and found it was from 'Sam'.
"Good luck tonight, Bloss. Whatever happens, know you're amazing. Your eyes sparkle like stars; your voice is like silk. I'll be close to you this whole evening, supporting you more than anyone else… Again, good luck, my love.
~Your S.A. Mystery"
The girl sighed as she read the note, the scrap of paper giving her renewed vigor to make this good. Blossom finished getting ready when she heard Buttercup call there was only five minutes until the curtain went up, and she was soon on stage, watching the velvet red screen rise, revealing all her classmates. She inhaled deeply, recalled her lines, and spoke.
Author's Note: Could this be close to the end? Will Brick finally man-up and do something about his feelings for Blossom? Next chapter probs up tomorrow… or tonight, if you beg. ;) Thanks for reading and reviewing!
~Passez une bonne journée!~
Cordially,
LadyFrederic
