Chapter 10: Twister Logic
Buttercup's POV
"This is so stupid, you guys!" Blossom told the boys. I silently agreed.
"But you said that we would do whatever we chose to do!" Boomer laughed.
"Yeah, and this is what you've wanted to do with us?"
"Honestly... yeah, it is."
"This is just plain dumb! But at the same time, it seems so fun," Bubbles added.
"Don't question us, just go with it," Butch told us as we lay on the floor in the middle of the living room.
"I'm gonna kick you in the ass so hard, your nose will bleed," I laughed as I jokingly threatened him (I picked that line up from an episode of That 70's Show).
"Let's not get too tense now, Butterball. You're gonna need to be as loose as possible for this!" He laughed. He was just asking for a swift kick in his emeralds.
"Just get on with it, you guys! I can't stay in this position, forever!" Blossom suddenly and urgently spoke out. She was on all fours with her rear sticking up, almost in my face.
"Hey, Redhead. Get your biscuits outta my breathing area!"
"I can't, or else I'll fall!"
"As if I even cared about what would happen."
"Alright, hoochie-koos! Make some room and get comfortable. It's time us boys joined this skirmish!" Brick said as he and Butch squatted down onto the mat next to me and Buttercup. Boomer jumped in next to Bubbles with one of his bare feet dangling in the air. It hung precariously over a spinner stationed off to the side.
"Do it, Boomer." Brick commanded. With that, Boomer used his toe to flick the spinner and watched anxiously as the pointer slowly came to a screeching halt.
"Left foot, red!" He excitedly chimed. Yep, we were playing Twister. Was your black, sick and twisted mind telling you something else? We followed his command, so he spun it again. "Left hand, green! Right foot, red!" In case you were wondering, we had a gigantic special edition mat, which is how we were barely able to fit six people with superpowers on it. The contortions put Butch and I in a very awkward position with each other, and that's when I suddenly remembered something that would prove extremely humiliating just moments later.
"Butch, you'd better hope that the next color moves you out from under me, otherwise I'm gonna mess you up!"
"What's the matter, Butters? Ain't you ever played coed-Twister, before? I would complain, too, if the view wasn't so good."
"Right foot, blue!"
"You're not in a good position to be blathering, Butch. One misstep, and my iron fist could break your gems into oblivion."
"This is fun!" Bubbles cheered, laughing as her and Boomer became more and more twisted.
"Left hand, blue!" Boomer called out with a smile spread across his face like marmalade. As if the situation wasn't screwed up enough, Butch's new position brought his head directly underneath my legs.
"Woah," Butch suddenly muttered.
"What now, you swine?" I whispered back. He leaned out, as close to my ear as he could without moving from his spots. He sported a massive grin with his mischievous "devil eyes." He slowly whispered:
"I see England... I see France... I see you're not wearing underpants!" He giggled uncontrollably, like a child. "Somebody call Schwarzenegger, because Buttercup's gone commando!" He also whispered. My head was boiling hotter than a tea kettle with embarrassment, and it took every spicy fiber of my being to not slug him, which would only draw attention from my sisters... and worse, the other boys. At this point, I was scarlet in the face, and Butch wasn't letting up with his giggles.
"Oh, I give up!" I blurted as I tackled Butch and proceeded to beat the living piss out of him. He took every blow to the gut with an exasperated laugh, which led to me smacking him upside his face, which only led to more laughter emanating from his being.
"I think you just lost, Buttercup," Bubbles snickered, Boomer twisting like a pretzel around her torso.
"Totally *Ungh!* worth it!" I shouted back as I rolled off the mat and to the side, still walloping Butch as his maniacal laughter only swelled. My sisters and his brothers held their poses and just stared until the carnage eventually extinguished itself. Butch and I were both panting and perspiring all over each other. After the heavy breathing ceased, there was an unusual silence that lasted for around ten seconds.
"Right foot, red!" Boomer stupidly called out, and then collapsed onto Bubbles.