IMPORTANT! I'm thinking about starting to use OCs in my story, so I need to know what a Mary Sue is so that my OCs won't be Mary Sues, 'cause it sounds like a bad thing.
Remember to go to my profile and vote, please, because it's a tie between BlossomxBrick and ButtercupxButch.
Boomer: All musings aside, Snickerdoodle doesn't have the copyrights to the Powerpuff Girls characters or the trademarks, nor does she have the key to the City of Townsville. It's just a fanfiction, people.
Brick's feet gently touched the ground as he landed. Butch's followed. I came last. Then, since the seven o'clock school bell hadn't rung yet, Brick and I sat on a metal, blue painted bench, while Butch pulled a lighter out of his pocket and took a smoke. I wish he wouldn't smoke in front of us. No, scratch that. I wish he wouldn't smoke at all.
While Butch puffed his cigarette, Brick finished his math homework because he wants to win Blossom's heart by becoming top in the class, and I thought about Bubbles. Which I did way too much. It wasn't an obsession yet, but she really had me hooked.
RRRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG! The start-of-school bell rang. I heard the flurry of students walking down the halls, and the indiscernible chatter as everyone gossiped and talked. I slowly heaved myself to my feet, grabbed my books, and made my way to homeroom, Room 25, Mrs. Mastromonico's classroom.
The three of us slapped our books down on the table just as the bell rang again. Everybody stood up. Then, in low, muttered unison, the class recited the Pledge of Allegiance.
"I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the united states of America. And to the republic, for which it stands…" my voice trailed off as I gaped at the way Bubbles' mouth was moving, forming her words perfectly. Such gorgeous lips, moving so sensuously… Crap! I thought. What's getting into me? I've never felt like this before. It's really weird. Maybe I should talk to someone. An adult I trust, like they taught us in third grade Sunday school.
*flashback ripple*
I remembered walking, alone, to Sunday school when I was younger. Brick would call me a girl, and a goody-two-shoes, Butch would just play with his dinosaur and blocks, building miniature cities to be knocked down by the plastic beast. But I told them I wanted to learn more about our Father, our Creator. Butch laughed and said, "Mojo's our father and creator. What's your problem?" I'd still go though. And then afterwards, I'd visit mass. At first, all the parents and children and everyone stayed away from me, but pretty soon I endeared myself to some nuns and kept coming to Saint Mary's Catholic Church.
*end of flashback*
But who was an adult I could trust? My algebra teacher? Too embarrassing. Not Mojo. He's crazy, and would explode if he knew I was in love with a Puff. Brick and Butch would laugh. Hmm…. And then it hit me like a dodgeball while you're facing the other way, texting your friend.
Professor Utonium! I could talk to him!
But right now, I had to talk to Bubbles, so that she would talk to Blossom.
I hurried to catch up with everybody else in the pledge of allegiance, and then everybody sat back down except me.
"Hey Bubbles," I said, walking up to her desk.
"Yes?" she replied, staring up at me with big eyes that kind of reminded me of the kind of eyes you get in those anime cartoons, but in a good way. It all added up to the pure innocence, kindness, goodness, and beauty that seemed to radiate powerfully from her with every step she took.
"I have to ask you a favor." I started nervously.
She turned to face me fully, looking interested. "What is it?"
It's not like it's anything big, just spit it out! My brain urged. So I blurted out quickly, "Well see it's Brick and he never brushes his hair, you know how messy it is and so I wondered since your sister Blossom and my brother like each other maybe you could ask her to ask him if he would let her brush his hair, and possibly encourage him to do it himself!" I finished, staring at her with a closed mouth and wide eyes.
She blinked and started to laugh, a happy sound. I let out the breath I didn't even know I'd been holding. But then she fixed me with a confused look. "Why don't you just ask her yourself?"
"Because I don't want to offend her or gross her out!" I explained. "You know her better than I do!"
She raised her eyebrows at me. "Boomer, I'm going to be completely honest with you, you're weird sometimes. But whatever."
She leaned over and whispered something in Blossom's ear. Blossom gave her a confused look, but nodded and whispered something back.
"She said if she can't convince him, she'll attack him with a hairbrush." said Bubbles, sitting up.
About eight minutes later, on the way to my first class, Social Studies, I walked past some lockers and spotted Brick, flailing his arms and legs madly as Blossom almost literally attacked him with a hot pink hairbrush. I could just barely stifle my giggles, and my lips unwillingly stretched into a smirk as the air bubbled in my throat, bursting to escape in loud, amused vocalizations. My red-headed brother turned his head in hopes to escape and spotted me. I tried to rearrange my face into a controlled mask, but just couldn't. He glared at me and mouthed, Not funny. I smiled apologetically and walked off to Mrs. Crews' class in Room 17.
Tomorrow, 11/08, is my birthday! I turn eleven, and my older brother whose birthday I share will be 25! So even if nobody reads this, which I'm sure they won't, I won't feel sad if there's no "Happy birthday!"s from the readers because I'll be enjoying delicious cheesecake! :)