I do not own the Power Puff Girls or the Rowdy Ruff Boys.
Chapter Fourteen: Finding a Date
Brick's date with Princess was annoying. When he first arrived at her house to pick her up, he had the most unpleasant pleasure of meeting her father. A large red headed man who had nothing but undying love for his bratty daughter and contempt for the "red-haired hooligan" about to take his daughter out.
When Princess saw Brick, she didn't hide her surprise at his able to dress nicely. Her only which she also voiced was about how his hair was too long. Brick, under the hard stare of her father, swallowed his biting comment he wished he could make.
It was downhill from there, seeing as since he didn't have a car, another thing she made a verbal comment on, they had to take her daddy's limo. When he handed Princess the flowers he'd had to buy, she complained that they were the wrong kind. Brick in kind responded that he wasn't a florist and that she should have specified what kind of flowers she wanted.
The rest of the limo ride to the restaurant was silent on Brick's part and noisy on Princess' as she was on her phone talking to her friends about being on a date with Brick. Brick simply rolled his eyes and continued to look out the window. Upon arriving at the restaurant, Princess latched onto his arm and made a show of being on his arm. He allowed her to do so without complaining.
Once they were seated, Princess began drilling him with questions about everything about himself and how he was liking his new school. Brick answered with short if possible answers and didn't ask his own in return. He wanted this date to be over with and soon.
Once Princess had gotten tired of Brick's brief answers, she changed tactics. "So how are you and the Power Puffs getting along?"
Brick's stare quickly found her and he quirked a brow at her. "Why do you want to know about that?"
Princess has shrugged. "Humor me."
Brick sighed and tugged a little agitatedly at his bun. "We're managing."
"What does that mean?"
"It means we're minding our own business. Leaving each other alone, as much as we can."
"So you have classes together?" Princess had asked.
Brick nodded his head and picked a bit at his lunch. "Yeah."
"With Blossom?" Princess said with a bite to her voice.
"It can't be helped. I mean, advanced classes are hard to come by."
Princess had pretended to be interested in his comment before making her own comment. "I bet she thinks she's so smart."
"I'm just as smart as she is." Brick commented.
Smiling wickedly, Princess braced her chin on her hands and leaned across the table. "Really?
Brick nodded as he took a sip of his drink. The rest of the date went by with silence. After eating, Princess insisted on going to the mall and dragging Brick along with her. When he'd tried to refuse, she only had to hold her phone out, before he reluctantly gave in.
Needlessly to say, he spent the entire time carrying her bags for her and waiting for her as she tried on countless clothes. The process was endless. When she finally decided after nearly four hours of shopping that she'd bought enough for the day and was ready to go home. When she arrived home, her father was there waiting at the front door. Brick repressed the urge to scowl at the large man.
Deeming the date over with Brick turned to leave only to be caught by the arm by Princess.
"Aren't you even going to kiss me?" she asked.
Brick honestly hadn't thought about it, but now that he was, the idea of doing so didn't sit well with him. Then the image of a certain pink eyed, golden red haired girl came unbidden to his mind. Shaking his head to clear the image away, he then sighed and reluctantly placed a kiss on Princess' cheek, hoping that would appease her.
Apparently it wasn't, seeing as she grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him to her pressing a kiss to his lips. It was only because he was off guard that she was even able to do so. When Princess released Brick, she gave him a wicked smirk and said that she would call him.
Brick watched somewhat in a daze as Princess went back into her house. When he took to the air, he fell into a contemplative state. Nothing was going as he wanted. Sure he was in school, but he wasn't doing any of the things that he wished he could be doing. Finding himself apart from his brothers was his main thing, but it seemed like fate was against him. If anything he was trying to keep his brothers from what he knew would break them in the worst way.
Also there were the girls. Well, there was Blossom right now. He couldn't think of why he would think about kissing her when Princess mentioned it. Shaking his head, he grumbled to himself about not thinking about Blossom. Then the words of the professor came to mind.
You're not going to be able to help falling for my girls.
Brick scowled at the idea. He didn't even like Blossom. As first, he thought they could have a truce, but he now felt as though the truce was void, since the professor knew about them. It wasn't until he looked down and noticed the girls house, that his anger came back and he found himself landing at their front door.
Knocking none to gently, Brick waited for the door to open. The tingle in his blood told him that it was Blossom coming to answer the door, and he couldn't discern on whether to be happy or even more angry.
When she opened the door Brick was met with the golden redhead's surprised stare, but also her for once lazily dressed self. She was in her pajamas, that consisted of a white tank top and red shorts with yellow hearts on them. It didn't escape his notice that she wasn't wearing a bra, so her breasts poked through the thin material of her shirt. It also didn't help that she folded her arms, emphasizing the look of her breasts.
"What do you want Brick?" Blossom said after a long silence.
Brick ran his red eyes over Blossom, before bringing her up to her face, which was—no pun intended—iced over.
"How come the professor knows about us?" he blurted, feeling some the wind leave his angry sails.
Blossom shrugged her shoulders. "Buttercup blabbed. What do you want me to do?"
"What if he says something to Mojo?"
Rolling her eyes, Blossom went to close the door on him, when he put his hand out to catch the door. "Go home, Brick."
When she tried to close the door again, he pressed harder against her. "Not until you answer me."
Seeing that he wasn't going to relent, Blossom opened the door and stepped outside. "My father isn't going to tell Mojo anything."
"Right." Brick said stepping away from Blossom. "This violates the truce we have."
"Actually it violates nothing. We agreed not to tell Mojo. Nothing was said about not telling the professor." Blossom said, using Buttercup's words. Taking a deep breath through her nose she ran a hand through her hair. "You couldn't have waited to tell me this at school? Why are you here now?"
At that Brick suddenly felt embarrassed, because any answer he gave would be a weak one. "I was in the neighborhood."
"Mojo's volcano is on the other side of town and I felt you coming from…" Blossom stopped talking as her eyes widened. "Did Princess say something to you? And what were you doing with her?"
Blushing, Brick looked anywhere but at Blossom. It was unnerving to have her looking at him like she was, but then he got his bravado back and turned to face her with heated eyes. "Nothing. It's not as though it would be any of your business."
"Then fly home, Brick." Blossom snapped at him.
Brick turned to do just as she said when a thought came to him and had him turning and standing almost nose to nose with her. "And what if I was with Princess, huh? Jealous?"
When Brick looked at Blossom, her eyes had widened and a look of rage came over her. Before Brick could react, Blossom had reached to put her hand on his shoulder and brought her knee up to his groin.
To Brick's credit, he only grunted and braced himself on his knees, rather than crying out and going to his knees. Breathing loudly through his nose, he waited for the pain to subside.
"Don't you ever think I would be jealous of Princess. Especially over you!" Blossom then went inside, and slammed the door violently.
Brick glanced at the door and slowly brought himself up to an upright position. Delicately cupping his groin, he did a check to make sure Blossom hadn't severely damaged anything. After finding that only his pride was broken at the moment, he flew home.
Blossom watched him from the window sighed and drew the curtains back.
Rivals week proved to be more than Blossom and Brick could handle. It seemed as though each were going out of their way to get under the other person's skin. It ran from a series of heated and icy bumps into each other and then trying to best each other in the classroom. Seeing who was smarter drove them deeper into their studies, but nowhere near away from their animosity to each other.
This worked in Dexter's favor, seeing as the more Blossom and Brick seemed to be fighting the more often he was able to speak with her. He couldn't help but be smug about the entire thing. If Brick noticed, then he didn't say anything. He did however make it blatantly obvious to Blossom that he was in contact with Princess, despite the fact that he was being blackmailed by her.
That being said it came as no surprise to their friends when the tensions started to trickle down to the other siblings. Butch started getting the run off of Brick's attitude, and that in turn made him really irritable and he would often take his frustration out on Mitch, who found it great to pick fun at him. Whenever it would this would happen, Butch would retaliate and then Buttercup would blindly defend.
The tension was also making Boomer and Bubbles suffer, for every time tried to speak with Bubbles, she would shake her head and turn away. Bubbles' rejection of Boomer only made his mood turn sour, and made Boomer realize that he'd had it with Brick.
"I'm going to kick your ass, Brick." Boomer said as he slammed his plate on the lunch table.
Brick and the rest of the boys looked up at Boomer surprised. He was standing over Brick with his fists braced against the table and a deep scowl on his face.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, asshole. I'm going… to kick…your ass." Boomer enunciated. "I'm getting backlash from you and Pinkie's grudge, and it's not fair."
Brick rolled his eyes as he went back to eating his hamburger. "Don't be a baby."
Boomer slammed his fist through the table, silencing everyone in the cafeteria. "Fuck you, Brick!" When he pulled his hand from the hole he'd just made, he grabbed his lunch and left the cafeteria. The second he left, low murmurs about what just happened filled the room.
Brick simply rolled his eyes and for the most part ignored what just happened. Butch, Jack, and Mac on the other hand stared incredulously at Brick.
"I don't think I've ever seen him so upset." Jack commented.
"He's just throwing a tantrum." Brick said.
"Four-year-olds throw tantrums. Boomer's pissed." Jack told him, trying to be the voice of reason. "As his brother, you shouldn't take it so lightly."
Brick put his hamburger down and looked to Jack. "He's only acting this way, because he's getting the cold shoulder from Bubbles."
"And why do you think that is, genius?" Butch snapped at him. "You're basically having a pissing match with Blossom and for no good reason."
"Like you're one to talk?" Brick retorted. "You're picking fights with a weak human."
"Would you rather I picked a fight with you?" Butch asked. "Because I'm rearing to go any time."
Brick sent Butch a fiery glare. Jack and Mac shared an uncomfortable glance between each other. Jack then motioned for Mac to get up and follow him to a table farther away from the boys.
"If they are going to fight, I'd rather not be anywhere near them." Jack mumbled under his breath.
"I hear you." Mac agreed as he and Jack made their way over to a table more centered to the cafeteria.
As they were sitting down, Mac caught sight of the girls with their friends and noticed that the tension as just as thick. They weren't their usual jovial selves, that allowed for them to be chatty with each other. Instead they were picking at their food, passing small conversation and more ignoring than listening to Deedee's younger brother, Dexter.
Mac noticed that Bubbles was staring out of the cafeteria and seemed to be itching to leave. Taking a gamble, he set his plate down across from Jack. "Hey Jack. I'll be right back."
Jack nodded his head and watched as Mac made his way over to the Power Puff girls.
Bubbles was glancing out the cafeteria area where she saw Boomer walk out of. She was worried, but on the other hand, she didn't want to further upset Blossom. Ever since Saturday, she'd been in a bad mood and being around Brick just seemed to antagonize the situation. She would just ask him later while they were in class.
As she was mulling over her thoughts, she felt a gentle hand on her back. "Hey Bubbles, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Giving Blossom one last look, she nodded her head and left the cafeteria with Mac. While her sisters, Robin, Sam, and Deedee didn't pay much attention, Tabitha held back a smirk. She knew that Mac was just trying to get Bubbles near Boomer. It was much needed as Blossom's tension with Brick seemed to also cause tension between their siblings as well.
In the hallway, Boomer was sitting on the floor, with his lunch tray by his side. He hadn't really touched his food, considering his appetite wasn't there. Instead of eating, he simply leaned his head against the wall, and thought of ways to pummel Brick.
Boomer was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Mac followed by the voice of Bubbles. Opening his eyes, he quickly turned his head towards the two and felt not only jealously, but hot rage burned through him.
"So, I'm asking her today." Mac said vaguely, having saw Boomer at the end of the hallway and wanting to keep his words vague. Hopefully, this would finally push him into asking Bubbles to the dance.
"That's great. Does she suspect anything?" Bubbles asked.
Mac shook his head. "No. In fact, I think she's just waiting for me to ask her."
Smiling for the first time today, Bubbles then squealed and clasped her hands together. "That's awesome."
Boomer watched as Bubbles' smile cross her face and it made him want to sigh. She had a beautiful smile, that made him regret it not being directed at him. Sure he'd made her smile, but it was always that shy side smile that she always tried to hide. The one she was giving Mac right now, was one that he'd wish she would grace him with.
"So has anyone asked you to the dance yet?" Mac asked purposefully.
Bubbles nodded her head. "Yeah, a few."
"Have you said yes to anyone?" Mac asked, hoping she said no.
"No." she responded.
Mac, and Boomer who was listening from a way's away, sighed in relief. Both because that left Boomer with a chance to ask her. "Well, I know a guy who wants to ask you."
"Really? Who?" she asked.
Mac then looked down the hall and saw that Boomer was staring at them. "He doesn't want me to tell you, but he's a bit shy."
"Shy?" she asked with a smile. "Maybe I can ask him?"
Mac shook his head with a smile. "Nah, he'll work up his nerve." He even added a dismissive wave of his hand, with a pointed look at Boomer.
Boomer felt a jolt go through him. Was he running out of time to ask Bubbles out? Was another guy going to ask her? Would she say yes to him? Sitting back against the wall, he took a deep breath and hoped that Bubbles didn't notice him. Now, he had no choice, but to buck up his nerve, ask, and try to convince her to go with him to the dance.
He then gritted his teeth, knowing that they both were going to get stern lecture—or a beating in his case—for it. However, as Boomer heard Bubbles' laugh, he smiled thinking that as long as she smiled and laughed like that, he'd take whatever Brick and Butch had to say in stride.
Boomer gathered his tray and made his way towards Mac and Bubbles, but at the last moment chickened out and started to go back into the cafeteria. As he passed by Mac and Bubbles, he made sure to brush against her. That tingle that ran through their bodies made Boomer smile with pleasure and Bubbles jump in surprise.
Turning quickly, Bubbles saw that Boomer had walked pasted her. He didn't turn to look at her, but she could've sworn she saw a smirk lifting the corner of his cheek. Taking a deep breath, she folded her arms across her chest and looked anywhere, but in Boomer's direction. Mac having noticed this smiled, before turning to look at Bubbles. "Bubbles?"
"Is Boomer the guy you were talking about?" she asked, without looking at him.
"Well…you see…he really…" letting out a large puff of air, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Give him a chance."
"You know I can't." Bubbles grumbled at him.
"Is that to say that you want to?" Mac probed.
"I'm not saying that." Bubbles quickly spoke up.
"But you aren't saying that you don't." Mac pointed out.
Huffing out a breath, she shook her head. "It's not that simple, Mac." Before he could get another word out, Bubbles made her way back into the cafeteria to walk with her sisters and their friends.
Mac sighed and waited until Bubbles was back in the cafeteria, before going back to where he was sitting. He almost wanted to kick himself for putting her in such a mood. However, he figured if anyone was going to take the brunt of Bubbles' anger, it should be Boomer. He at least could walk away without too much damage.
Back in the cafeteria at the girls' table, along with Dexter, the girls began talking about the dance and how they should go shopping soon. Ideas for the colors of their dresses were being talked about. Tabitha was torn between finding a purple or navy blue dress. Sam had already decided to wear peach. Robin was thinking about either yellow or silver.
Bubbles and Buttercup surprised everyone by saying they weren't going to be wearing their signature colors. Buttercup decided that she would wear a simmering golden dress if she could. If not, then she would wear a jet black dress. Bubbles thought that maybe she would wear a white dress.
At that same time, Sam smiled a small smile that she hid behind her hands. White was the color of the dress that she wore when she first met Boomer.
Blossom simply stated that she would wear her signature pink to the dance. A deeper, almost magenta like color for her dress.
Once lunch let out, Buttercup was quickly found by Mitch. Slinging his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her in close. "Hey BC."
"What's up Mitch?" Buttercup asked.
"Nothing. Just wondering if you're excited about Homecoming." he said, while looking anywhere but at her.
Looking up at Mitch, Buttercup sighed and removed his arm from her shoulders. "I'm going to the dance with my sisters and friends."
"I'm your friend." Mitch countered, turning to look at Buttercup.
"Yeah well, it's meant to be a girls' only kind of thing." she said with a shrug. "It doesn't mean I won't save you a dance if you really want one."
"A slow dance?"
Chuckling under her breath, she shook her head. "Get real."
As Buttercup and Mitch were walking, they passed Butch in the hallway. Smirking, Mitch placed his arm back around her shoulders and spoke just loud enough for Butch to hear them. "Still, I can't wait until our dance Buttercup."
"Yeah, it's going to be great." she deadpanned, not paying attention to the tingle that ran down her spine.
Butch having heard Mitch, looked up just in time to see Mitch sporting a shit eating grin over the top of Buttercup's head. That look alone was enough to make Butch scowl. He really could not stand that guy, and Brick's attitude wasn't helping anything. Besides that, he'd already snapped at the frog and got a bit of his ass chewed out by his guard dog.
It also didn't make him feel better, upon realizing that every time, Buttercup seemed to get close to Mitch, it caused him to grit his teeth and want to punch the guy. Hard. However, unlike his younger brother, he knew that he couldn't get away with being jealous. Besides it wasn't a romantic kind of jealous. It had everything to do with not being able to touch her.
That being said, his jealousy was not without pettiness. So before he could change his mind about what he was about to do, Butch walked up so he was right beside Buttercup. Knowing that she could feel him there, he acted quickly. Placing his hand on her shoulder he swung her forward into a low dip. Butch's other arm wrapped around her waist to support the rest of her weight. Buttercup in her startled rage, barely had time to scream her fury before warm and slightly chapped lips pressed against her own.
The hallway had gone quiet as everyone watched the Rowdy Ruff boy kiss the Power Puff girl. What astonished everyone even more was the fact that Buttercup, once Butch placed his lips against hers, had not tried to fight him off. In fact, she couldn't get passed the fireworks that were shooting off in her body that held her frozen where she was. Her hand twitched and she resisted the urge that wanted her to relax and place her hands on his shoulders and sink into the kiss deeper. However, she didn't have to fight her urge long.
Butch after fifteen seconds of pure bliss pulled himself away from Buttercup and set her back on her feet. He too had felt fireworks running through his body as he kissed her. Imaging what kissing Buttercup would be like, was nothing compared to the true experience. He wanted to do it again. And soon.
Mitch on the other hand felt as though his jaw was never going to close again. He knew, Butch kissed Buttercup only to spite him, but he couldn't help being shocked that Buttercup had put up no fight. Mitch would be lying of he said that he wasn't jealous. However, he wasn't going to let Buttercup know, or give Butch the satisfaction.
A chorus of hoots and catcalls filled the hallway, and it seemed to bring the green Power Puff out of her daze with flushed red cheeks. "You must be wanting a death wish." she said, trying to save face.
Butch spared a glance at Mitch and saw the fire burning in his eyes and smirked. "It would be well worth it, Cupcake." He turned his eyes back to her just in time to see a pretty blush going across the bridge of her nose and filling the rest of her face in anger. It caused a smile to appear proudly on his face.
Walking down the hallway, Butch had a smug swagger in his walk that made Mitch grit his teeth when he was finally able to close his mouth.
Suddenly as if something had occurred to him, Butch turned around and raised his hands with his middle fingers up. "Eat a dick, Mitch."
"I'm starting to hate that guy." Mitch grumbled as Butch turned around still appearing to be as smug as can be.
Buttercup was strangely quiet, seeing as she didn't respond to Mitch's comment. In fact, when she was sure he wasn't looking, she smiled just the tiniest bit.
Boomer couldn't wait for his seventh period class. He was going to ask Bubbles to Homecoming and hopefully she said yes. If she didn't he was going to make sure that no other guy asked her either. At least until she took his head off for it.
Walking into the class room, that warm tingle that ran through his body causing a smile to appear on his face.
Mr. Hercle glanced at Boomer as he walked in and let out a small laugh. "Something good happen, Pretty Boy?"
Ignoring the asinine teacher, Boomer made his way to his seat beside Bubbles. Bubbles, feeling Boomer come closer, scooted herself to the far edge of the desk. After Mac's words and judging by the confident way Boomer walked into the classroom, Bubbles was sure she knew that Boomer was going to ask her to the dance.
Boomer sat down with a smile and turned to Bubbles. "Hi Bubbles."
"Boomer." she said shortly and turning her attention to Mr. Hercle.
Clearing his throat and trying to keep his nerve, he prepared to ask when the bell rang. Bubbles closed her eyes in relief.
"All right class. Don't get comfortable, because we're going to the library." Mr. Hercle announced to the class.
Bubbles quickly grabbed her bag and tried to be one of the first ones out of the classroom. However, she forgot that Boomer was just as fast as—if not faster than—Bubbles. So it came as little to no surprise that Boomer was standing right beside Bubbles not long after she tried to put distance between them.
"Bubbles, can I have a minute?" Boomer asked her with his backpack slung over one shoulder.
"No, you cannot." she said without looking at him.
Bubbles' shortness made Boomer pause. Quickly recovering he ran to catch up with her. "Hey wait." When he placed his hand on her arm, the tingles that come with being in contact rand up her arm and his hand. Bubbles violently shook him off and turned to him.
"Would you please stop looking for an excuse to touch me?" Bubbles' voice started out loud and then lowered, not wanting to draw more attention to themselves than necessary.
Mr. Hercle watching the class from behind, rose a brow and made to walk forward to intervene if needed.
"Why are you acting like this?" Boomer asked, feeling his own temper beginning to shorten.
"I'm not acting like anything. It's you that's being crazy." Bubbles snapped at Boomer, her temper flaring just as much as his.
"You're blowing me off while I'm trying to talk to you and you call me crazy." Boomer stared incredulously at Bubbles. "I thought we were getting along."
"You thought wrong." Bubbles told him as the class started making their way into the library.
Boomer wanted to growl out in frustration. Instead he clenched his fist and before he knew what he was doing, Mr. Hercle had caught the boys arm. Turning a stormy glare to the teacher, Boomer was stared down with disapproval. "Mr. Jojo."
Boomer stared at Mr. Hercle and sighed. Relaxing his fist, he gently tugged away from the teacher, only to have him put a hand on his shoulder and steer him away from the rest of the students.
"Listen Pretty Boy," Boomer shot Mr. Hercle a glare which had his restraining a sigh. "Boomer, you cannot keep breaking things with that temper of yours." Boomer opened his mouth to retort when Mr. Hercle held up his hand to stop him. "I was in the cafeteria when you put your fist through that table."
Looking away, but refusing to be ashamed, he sighed.
"Listen, buddy…"
"I'm not your buddy." Boomer cut him off.
"No, but I am your teacher, who has asked a girl out before. And I happen to know that you ask her gently. Not zealously."
Slapping Boomer's shoulder lightly, Mr. Hercle went into the library. Boomer took a deep breath through his nose and followed the rest of his class into the library. The class was already sitting at the tables in the study area and saw that all the seats were taken by Bubbles, forcing him to sit in the back.
He wanted to growl when he noticed the guy sitting next to Bubbles lean over and whisper in her ear. Subtly turning his head, Boomer decided to listen in onto what was been said. "Hey Bubbles, if you don't have a date to the dance, would you like to go with me?"
Boomer closed his eyes as he felt them burn with his laser vision. It wouldn't do to singe the guy, because he was jealous. Also he wasn't sure how Mojo or—Brick for that matter—would react.
Shaking her head, Bubbles leaned over and whispered back to him. "Sorry, but I'm going with my sisters and our friends." When she pulled back she shrugged and the guy smiled at her. Bubbles then graced him with a small smile.
Seeing her smile at that guy like that, set him on edge. Boomer wanted Bubbles to smile at him like that. He also wanted to be able to smile at her and whisper into her ears. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to give the guy a black eye, considering Bubbles said no to him.
"All right, now I want everyone to be looking for a book to do their research project on. No goofing off." Mr. Hercle said while dismissing the class. "And before you decide on a book, run it by me first. I don't want to read a literature report about a star crossed romance. Failed or otherwise."
Standing up from their seats, Boomer quickly made his way towards Bubbles. "Can we please talk?"
"There's nothing to talk about." Bubbles said, while walking over to the bookshelves.
"You're not being fair." Boomer grumbled as he continued to follow Bubbles.
Rolling her eyes, Bubbles started looking at book covers for her research project. "I am not."
Boomer breathed so heavily through his nose that he caused his nostrils to flare. "Yes, you are. Especially when you allow…" he had to resist saying Pinkie, "Blossom to affect what you do."
Suddenly glaring at Boomer, Bubbles put her hands on her hips. "What does Blossom have to do with this?"
"Apparently everything, considering that it's Blossom and Brick fighting and not us." Boomer braced his arm against the bookshelf. "At least I thought we weren't."
Bubbles conceded to Boomer's point. But wasn't about to readily admit that to him. "Fine, then what did you want?"
Surprised by her not so cool tone, Boomer cracked and small smile before swallowing and standing a little straighter. "Would you go to homecoming with me?"
"Boomer."
"Well?"
"I can't." she said and began to turn away from him.
"Bubbles," Boomer suddenly realized that he was not above begging. "please, don't let this be about our siblings. I mean, I like you and I was hoping that you sort of liked me."
Sighing Bubbles, ran her fingers through her hair and began twirling it around her finger. "I do kind of like you, but we couldn't date."
"One step at a time." Boomer said quickly trying to hide his excitement at the thought that Bubbles, his angel, would think about dating him. "So do I now have a date to homecoming?"
Bubbles peeked at him from under her lashes and gave a him a coy look and that had Boomer shifting in place. Then Bubbles smiled a small smile at him and gave a small nod. Before Boomer could do or say anything, she whispered to him, "Don't tell anyone yet."
"Why?" he asked.
Bubbles looked around and leaned in closer to Boomer. "Because I don't want Blossom to get wind of it before I can tell her."
Boomer thought about that and decided that she had a point. It would also give him time to figure a way out of the beating that Brick would probably force on him. Still, he was excited. He had a date to homecoming and he couldn't be happier. Bubbles had said yes to him. Brick was going to burn the hell out of him and then kick his ass whenever he found out, but at least he had a date with the girl he wanted.
"Can we hang out after school?" Boomer then asked.
"I have plans. Mac and I have this thing he's been putting off for a while." Bubbles said while turning to look at the books on the shelf.
Boomer had to take a deep breath and consciously remember that the bookshelf his hand was resting on was not strong enough to withstand his rising temper. "What thing?" he said while trying to keep the stress out of his voice.
"He's been trying to ask this girl out for a while. I told him that he didn't need to worry, his Japanese was fine a week ago." Bubbles said with a roll of her eyes.
Boomer's stance relaxed, but his brow furrowed. "You really were just teaching him Japanese?"
"Hai baka." Bubbles said with a smile and a knowing glance.
"I really am an idiot." Boomer groaned.
"I know. But luckily you're cute." she said with a smile. She looked over the book in her hand and nodded to herself. "Well, I'm going to go get this checked by Mr. Hercle."
Bubbles walked around Boomer, but not without giving him a gentle squeeze on his arm. Surprised by the touch, Boomer jolted slightly when he felt the tingles shoot up his arm and had him sporting a goofy smile.
Seventh period ended quickly and Sam decided that the girls should go dress shopping after school. Everyone readily agreed, seeing as how their dance was next week. Blossom even smiled for the first time that day. A real smile that held none of the ice she'd been saving for Brick all week.
Buttercup's phone vibrated in her pocket and she noticed she had a message from Bubbles.
I'm helping Mac with something after school. I'll catch up with you guys later.
"Bubbles is going with Mac. She'll catch up later." Buttercup said. The moment she said that, she felt a tingle go up her side and turned to see Butch and Brick walking down that hallway. Butch gave Buttercup a wicked smirk, that had her blushing and fighting a smile. Brick simply ignored the girls, choosing to speak loudly to Butch.
"Let's get out of here. It's freezing more than usual." Brick could've sworn he felt a chill go down his spine as he said that, but he didn't let it show. He was being a glutton for punishment, and he knew it. However, he wasn't going to let Blossom know that.
Blossom folded her arms tightly across her chest in an effort to prevent herself from causing Brick bodily harm. She as actually surprised that she'd been able to hold out for as long as she did now.
Butch glanced back at the group of girls before turning to glare at Brick. "You're being a dick."
"I'm being Brick. What else do you expect?" he then looked around, noticing that Boomer was nowhere to be seen. "And where is Boomer?"
At that moment, Boomer and Bubbles rounded the corner talking and with smiles on their faces. Both the boys and the girls turned to watch the two, before the blue super humans realized that they had been seen.
Bubbles cleared her throat and gestured to the groups watching them. "I'm telling you that it's easy. You don't have to keep asking me about it."
Boomer looked to Bubbles confused. "What?"
Before he could ask anything further, Bubbles sped away from him to stand with the girls, leaving him to the interrogation from his brothers.
"What were you two smiling about?" Brick asked.
Boomer turned his attention to his brothers and noticed that Brick was glaring at him. Shrugging his cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at Brick. "Nothing."
"You really suck at lying to me Boomer." Brick said.
Suddenly getting irritated, Boomer scowled at his elder brother. "And you just suck major balls." Boomer retorted.
At the same time, Bubbles was telling her sisters and friends that Boomer was just asking her about homework and happened to be walking alongside her. Buttercup and the rest of the girls decided to buy it, but not Blossom. She knew Bubbles too well, and could easily see that something was up.
"I'm going to be with Mac for a while and then afterwards meet up with your guys at the mall." Bubbles was saying, while keeping an ear out for Boomer.
"All right, we'll see you later." Buttercup said quickly. Staring at Butch, she couldn't help but stare at his mouth and the way it moved. It had her thinking about that kiss from earlier and she started to blush.
Blossom noticed Buttercup's glance in Butch's direction, but before she could say anything, she heard the most dreadful sound. It was a car horn honking, a custom-made horn that rant out a specific tune. Turning in the direction of the school parking lot.
"Oh Brick." A whiny voice sing-sang across the lot. The students, including the super powered teens, walked outside to see a long deep royal purple limo in the lot. Sitting on top the roof with her feet in the sun roof window, was Princess, still dressed in her school uniform, a button down shirt with a black tie and cardigan complete with a yellow plaid skirt. "Where are you?"
"What is she doing here?" Butch asked, turning to Brick.
"How should I know?"
"Well, aren't you dating her?" Boomer asked.
Having overheard enough, Blossom walked towards the limo. "What are you doing here, Princess?"
Looking down from her perch, she smirked and brushed a fiery red curl behind her ear. "I'm here for my boyfriend. Not that it's any of your business."
Blossom folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight. "You mean Brick?"
Smirking, Princess nodded her head. "Very right. It's nice having a guy first."
"Yeah, considering you're used to nothing but knock offs and sloppy seconds." Blossom retorted. "Winston get tired of you already?"
Princess sniffed lightly not missing the jib from Blossom. "He was too flaky, but I guess I should've know considering he went out with you before me."
Blossom grit her teeth at that comment. "You always did want what you couldn't have."
Princess smirked wickedly then, and propped her chin in her hand. "But now it's the other way around."
"What could you have that I would want?" Blossom scoffed.
Looking over Blossom's shoulder, Princess watched as Brick walked up to them. "Brick."
"Brick?" Feeling a tingle go up her spine, she turned around to see Brick standing almost right behind her. She felt sting of jealously course through her, but she squashed it down and brought her icy exterior to the forefront. "Brick is hardly a prize."
Feeling the growing iciness coming from Blossom, Brick quickly walked past her and stood at the side of the limo. "What do you want?"
Princess glanced at Blossom's stiff posture and then gave Brick a deceptively sweet smile. "I hear through the grapevine that your school's homecoming is next week. I want you to take me."
"What?" Brick choked. "Are you out of your mind?"
"I can always just make a phone call to your monkey daddy and tell him everything I know." Princess whispered knowing her could hear her.
"Fine." He grudgingly conceded. "I'll take you to the dance."
Princess then shook her finger at him. "Ah, ah, ah. I want you to ask me."
Brick's red eyes blazed with anger. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"
"Not yet, but it can be arranged." She said as she pulled out her phone and made to dial a number.
"All right! All right." Running his hand through his loose hair, nearly pulling it out in aggravation. "Princess, will you go to homecoming with me?"
Princess glanced down from her phone. "Can you smile?"
Brick's entire body began to burn with rage, so he settled for blowing smoke out his nose to quell his nerves and made a brittle smile cross his face. "Princess, will you come to Homecoming with me?"
Closing her phone, she smiled down at Brick. "Oh course, I'll go to homecoming you. Oh, so much to do and plan for. Marcel, we have to arrange a flight to New York. A dress, make up, shoes, hair." Sliding down into the window, Princess' limo pulled out of the parking lot. Leaving Brick and Blossom with one another.
Brick wanted to disappear right then and there. Things were not going the way he wanted them to. He was supposed to be having fun, breaking away from the label that is him being a Rowdy Ruff boy. But instead he was being blackmailed while trying to protect not only himself, but his brothers as well. Brick ran his hand through his hair, willing himself to calm down before he singed it in aggravation.
Blossom watched Brick fume, before making the decision to speak. "I'd thought you were pathetic when my sister and I saw you guys shrunken and crying."
Brick's back stiffened.
"But now, I just don't know what to say."
Turning on her, Brick stormed over to her just barely keeping the fire breath, with only a few flames brushing against Blossom's skin "Then keep your fucking mouth shut!"
"Don't breathe fire at me, just because you have a problem!" Blossom shouted back at Brick.
"You think you fucking know everything, Pinkie?"
"I know you're not in as much control as you want to be." She said not flinching in the face of his anger.
Clenching his fists, Brick held back the urge to destroy something. "You have no idea what it's like to be me. Counterpart or not."
"But I know second hand what it's like to be under Princess' thumb." Blossom told him, with her eyes softening just the tiniest bit.
Stepping away from Blossom, Brick shook his head. "I don't need fucking pity. Especially from you."
"It's not pity, just disappointment." Blossom told him.
Brick's eyes widened and he felt as though he were slapped. He wouldn't say why, but having Blossom be disappointed with him, didn't sit well.
"Blossom, we have to beat traffic. Let's go!" Buttercup shouted from Robin's truck.
"I'm coming." She yelled back. Giving one last look at Brick, Blossom turned and walked across the lot.
Brick on the other hand felt cold, but not cold as in chilly, but cold as in empty. And he found that he hated the feeling. It made him feel exposed in the worst possible way. That sparked his rage like w wild fire and lifted his head back, blew out a large wave a fire in aggravation. It didn't make him feel better, just left him feeling colder than he did a moment ago.
Butch and Boomer having watched the spectacle cautiously walked over to their brother. Neither was sure what to really say so Boomer made the suggestion of going to The Joint. Brick nodded absently as they ascended out of the parking lot and toward the only place where pretenses didn't have to be kept.