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(Bubbles P.O.V)
"Buttercup!" Blossom screeched all the way from the kitchen, which was located downstairs.
"What?!" I hear Buttercup scream, I could hear every bit of poorly hidden annoyance in her voice - followed by a loud, 'thump', that ends up making me jolt up out of bed and fall on the ground just like Buttercup probably did. With a softer 'thump', though.
I heard a couple soft footsteps, each step the person took, their footsteps got louder. I quickly scrambled back up on my feet, and back onto my bed. And I watched as Blossom strode in, her lips in a pout.
"Bubbles, could you please do me a favor?" Asked Blossom, she was pleading.
I nodded and smiled, "Sure thing, anything for you Bloss."
The tips of her lips slowly began to turn upwards, into a soft smile, "Thanks, Bubs."
"Your welcome..." I smiled, "...so what is it?"
She let out a little giggle, "I'm sorry... I wanted to ask you if you'd please go find something for Buttercup to wear?" She let out another tiny giggle, "'Cuz, you know her. She wouldn't mind just walking out naked."
We shared a laugh.
"Well," I sighed happily, hopping off my blue comforter covered bed and onto the soft blue carpeted floor. "I better get going."
I walked right pass Blossom, and out of my very blue room. And strode quickly along the hallway and made one turn into Buttercup's wide open very green room.
My eyes wandered around the room - green was everywhere. My eyes finally fell onto the small figure, standing, slouching in the middle of the room. Her lime-green pajama top, un-buttoned. Her long, pajama bottoms hanging very dangerously off her hips. Her hair was a complete mess, strands of the raven-haired girls hair flew in every direction.
"Did you try using gel on your hair again?" I ask, folding my arms over my chest, and pouting. The last time she tried putting gel in her own hair, she ended up using glue instead... And woah, was that a mess. She raised a eyebrow.
"I fell off the bed...Why are you here?" She grumbled, as she continued to rummage through her green closet, she sniffed, "anyways I want to wear something warm, it's kinda chilly here." She said, twirling around to face me, "So, when your picking out my clothes, no short sleeved shirts please."
I blinked, sort of confused. "Wait..." I said, holding out my hands, "you want me to pick out your clothes?"
She blushed. BUTTERCUP FREAKIN' UTONIUM ACTUALLY BLUSHED! Her cheeks were a rosy red as she very quietly retorted, "Yeah, so what?"
"B-but..." I stuttered.
"Just, dress me already!" She ordered, she was redder then a tomato now.
I just nodded. Seeing that Buttercup obviously did not want me to press the matter, I just - let it slide.
I walked up to my raven-haired sister's closet and began my: 'Super-Awesome-Double-Triple-No-Sorry-Quadrouple-A wesome-Make-Over' with step one: 'The Outfit'.
(20 Minutes Later)
I watched as Buttercup trudged out of the bathroom. She looked absolutely fabulous. Her hair was done, curled by me - professionally. A pair of tight, black tights. And an off the shoulder, long sleeved, lime-green top, that left her tummy visible to the world. And, one of her most scoffed up green converse - she said she had to wear them. But wouldn't tell me why.
"...Thanks, Bubs." She mumbled.
I smiled, "Sure thing, BC."
"WHAT THE F IS THE HOLD UP PEOPLE?!" Robin screeched, she sounded like a Banshee, alarming us all that someone had just died.
We both jumped.
(5 Minutes Later)
We all filed up in a line, for Blossom to quickly inspect us - before she could allow us to even take a little step out of the magical house.
Her pink eyes went from me, Robin, and then finally to Buttercup. They widened. "You look nice BC." She complimented.
Buttercup smiled, a small smile. "Thanks."
Me, Buttercup, and Robin were forced to sit in the back because Blaze was driving and Blossom had already called 'dibs' on the front seat. So, we really had no choice but to sit in the back.
Blaze sighed, letting her hands rest on the steering wheel, as she took a quick glance at us seated in the back through the rearview mirror, "Ready guys?"
Robin rolled her eyes, "Duh."
"Okay," Blaze said, turning the key into the ignition. The car started up with a soft: 'rrrgghhh' sound. Blossom leaned in and switched on the radio.
The sound of Miley Cyrus's voice rang through our ears, at the volume of fifty five.
"I CAME IN LIKE A WREC-" Miley sang, but she was quickly cut of by Blossom who was quick to shut the radio off before Miley could continue.
"Oh, God." Buttercup groaned, "That was just... terrible."
(20 mins Later)
We had finally made it. We had been through a lot. A lot of torture. Robin singing 'Call Me Maybe', the boring talk of the weather on the ever so creatively named radio channel: 'Weather'. Blaze, talking about her love life. Well, jeez, the whole high-light of the whole ride would have to be when Buttercup explained to us in beautiful detail how her shit had looked after eating a Burritto, some Chili, a Taco, and as a finisher - a bowl of Cheerios.
But, finally we had made it. As we rolled in the parking lot, we spotted a sign, confirming us that yes, this was where we were supposed to be.
It read:
"Contests Over Here, Losers!"
I watched Buttercup's face twist into a unpleasant scowl, "How welcoming..." She grumbled, sarcastically. But it turn back to smile when she whisper "I get to finally TORTURE people" while playing with her fingers.
Once Blaze parked the car, we all got out, and took a minute or two to stretch. We had just been sitting in that, crowded car for 20 whole minutes, we all needed a nice stretch.
"Alright, ladies!" Blaze said, smiling widely, "Are you ready?"
"Ready as ever!" Buttercup shouted, pumping the air with her fists. She was probably the most excited out of us all, because she would 'torture' people. Robin, would be second. She hopped all the way to the front doors of the big, brown, building with Robin, behind there were the forest. Skipping along behind her humming a happy tune. Weird, I thought. As me, Blaze and Blossom trudged along after them.
As me, Blaze and Blossom were about to walk in, and hopefully be able to catch up to Buttercup and Robin - Blaze suddenly stopped.
"Ryan?"
We both looked at her, me and Blossom were both baffled. "...Who's Ryan?" Blossom spoke up.
I looked around and quickly spotted a tall, handsome boy with curly dirty blonde hair standing behind me.
He looked up, off of the glowing screen of his Ipad 5 and looked up at me, "Yes, darling?" He asked, he had a thick british accent. He sounded very sweet. He raised an eyebrow up at me, "Could I assist you with anything?"
I blushed, "N-no, I didn't call you -" I twirled around and pointed at Blaze, "She did."
I watched his grey eyes wander over to the girl I was pointing at, once his eyes landed on Blaze, they widened, "Blimey, I didn't know you were in the competition too." He smiled. He sounded almost flabbergasted.
"Because, I wasn't in the competition." She said. He raised an eyebrow, looking baffled. "I am now though. well kinda..."
"Oh." He said, smiling, "That's good, I guess."
"...Who is this guy, Blaze?" Blossom whispered, rather loudly into Blaze's ear. She kept her eyes on, who I supposed was Ryan as she leaned in and whispered this into her ear.
Blaze let out a little laugh, "That's Ryan Moore," She said, gesturing towards the tall, handsome boy, "my boyfriend."
He flashed Blossom a charming smile, "You got a pair of crackin' legs."
Blossom blushed, self-consciously tugging down on her pink short-shorts.
Blaze rolled her eyes playfully at the boy, crossing her arms over her chest, and popping her hip out, "Knock it off, and stop acting like a wanker."
He gasped, and clenched his heart - mocking hurt. "I'm hurt. I can't believe you called me a wanker."
"I said you were act-"
"You gonna be all day, pretty boy?"
We all turned to this girl who had her head sticking out the little crack through the front doors. The girl had long, brown hair and the most beautiful set of blue eyes. She shifted her gaze over to Blaze, and then her eyes turned red. At first I was like, "OMG her eyes just turned red!" But then, I just shrugged it off figuring that maybe, I was just seeing things.
"Blaze." she growled.
"Hello, Bullet..." Blaze said, slowly as she gazed upon the girl with a sort of, scowl on her face.
"I'm be there in a minute, Bipolar." Ryan said, his eyes remained glued on Blaze, with a lustful look in them.
"Go inside girls." Blaze said, her eyes shifting from Bullet to Ryan. "I've got some very important things to attend to."
Blossom and I nodded, and quickly walked pass the girl I guessed was Bullet. As we walked in, we found ourselves surrounded by a tons of people.
"I'm sorry!" Blossom squeaked, the tall, brown haired boy standing chest-to-chest with her just grinned. He looked like Bullet, but his eyes were green. And he was a guy, obviously.
He smirked, "Hello there, pretty-lady."
Blossom blushed, stepping back, but being quickly reeled back in by the boy.
"I'm Beast," he cooed, seductively in her ear. Wrapping his arms all around her - there was no escape for her - I had to intervene.
"Hello, Beast!" I exclaimed, smiling as sweetly as I could. I instantly caught the boy's attention. He looked to me, his eyes a fire red.
"Wha-" - his eyes turned green again - "You're pretty." He dropped his arms from around Blossom's waist. She sighed in relief. But then, he began walking over to me.
"PERVERT!" A familiar voice screeched, I watched as the boy tumbled onto the ground - landing face first on the hard tile floors. I looked up to see Buttercup standing in front of Beast's, sprawled out (he looked kind of unconscious) body.
She smirked, letting her scoffed up green converse clad foot rest on the boy's back, "'Sup Bubs."
Robin appeared behind her, her arm crossed, and her foot tapping impatiently on the floors, "What took you guys so long?"
"S-sorry..." Blossom stammered, still shocked with what had happened.
"We-" Robin's nagging was cut off by a loud, booming, masculine voice announcing: "WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN TO THE PRANKING CONTEST!"
We all followed the actions of the many people around us, we snapped our heads towards the stage. A guy that looked about in his 40's, stood at the front of the stage, with a microphone in his hand.
He flashed the audience two rows of rotting, yellow teeth, "First we would like to introduce our three times in a row, contest winners - I think?" The man scratched his bald head thoughtfully, then he just shrugged, "Anyways, welcome Brick, Butch, Boomer and Lisbeth to the stage!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the three boys and girl ran up on stage. Only one of the four were familiar and that would be - Boomer.
"I-it's..." I heard Buttercup stutter under her breath, I turned to her - she was blushing. Like crazy. She looked like a tomato. I grinned, "You're blushing!"
Blossom's head instantly snapped back towards Buttercup, her lips curled into a devious smirk, "Did I just hear what I thought, I heard?"
Buttercup suddenly became incredibly interested with her scoffed up converse, "Am not..." She argued, quietly under her breath.
"I'm Brick Jojo everybody!"
Our heads snapped back to the stage. A boy about my age, maybe older was standing, with almost perfect posture at the front of the stage with a microphone in his large hands. He had long auburn hair, and the most intimidating pair of red eyes I'd ever seen.
"Nice to meet ya'll." He said, taking a quick glance around the room. He smiled as he saw Blossom. "These are my brothers," he held out a hand towards the three boys standing next to him.
The boy with spikey black hair and emerald green eyes standing right beside Brick snatch the microphone away from Brick.
"I'm Butch," he said, grinning, as he swept his green orbs over the room, his eyes falling onto Buttercup - and suddenly he was frowning. "...'Sup."
"I'm Lisbeth. Nice to meet you, everybody!" The girl smiled.
"I'm Boomer!" Boomer shouted, waving his hands distractedly in the air.
I found myself giggling, giggling uncontrollably. But I abruptly shut my mouth when I felt a hand snake around my waist.
"I like your laugh." The voice, an wildly familiar voice cooed into my ear - sending cold shivers down my spine.
"BEAST!" Someone screeched. Heads snapped my direction. I sheepishly smiled. I craned my neck to see Bullet. Standing right behind Robin, arms crossed, and her bottom lip popped all the way out, as she glared me down with red eyes.
I turned to the guy who I guess was Beast, who still had his arms around me. It was the same guy from earlier. But now, his eyes were brown.
"Bullet, babe..." He sighed. "I'm sorry but..." He glanced towards me, with sparkling blue eyes. "...I've found someone new."
I gagged. "Ew!"
"You idiot!" Bullet screeched. "By the way my favorite color is unicorns with mustaches and rainbows!" she smiled at me.
"Yo, yo, yo," I heard a small chuckle. Then everybody's head turned towards the stage. Butch was there, a smug smirk plastered over his face.
"What do we got here?" He said, jumping off the stage, and strolling through the crowd.
Bullet looked at him, red eyes burning. Beast rolled his orange eyes at him.
"H-hey, Butch..." Buttercup whispered with a small smile. She was blushing.
Butch stopped in his tracks, "H-hey, BC..." He stuttered, forcing on a smile.
She gulped, "You notice anything different about me?" She asked, gesturing towards the clothes I'd dressed her up in that morning, and her hair I'd done that morning too.
He nodded, "Yeah." He smiled. "Your shoes are all scoffed up!" He pointed out, using his slender index finger to point out her scoffed up shoes.
Her jaw dropped. Mine and Blossom's did too. We couldn't believe it. Did he not recognize her hair? And what about her clothes?
"...You are so, goddamn stupid." Blossom said.
Butch shot her a glare, "Well nice to meet you too..." He grumbled.
"Can we just get on with the pranking contest already?" Robin called, sounding extremely annoyed.
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