Me: Well, here's another chapter as a gift!
Girls: Here is our point of view!
Me: I own nothing, though i wished i owned a lot more things!
Chapter 24: Discussions
Blossom:
Our father was talking to us about our betrothals. He was telling us that these boys were hard to handle and understand at first, but that with time we would. Sadly all three of us will just compare them to the boys that broke our hearts. The boys that we had wanted to break the rules to be with. But our father didn't know about them.
Our father kept telling us that we would need to rest. That we were going to meet them tomorrow. I'm not sure that I'm ready to meet anyone new though. I just 'lost' someone I actually cared about. I don't want to try to do the same thing with someone new. I don't even know if I can open up my heart again, to anyone, but my sisters.
Bubbles:
Our father continues to talk about our betrothals, as if they're a good thing. As if they are somehow going to save everyone. But I've never wanted to be betrothed. Not since our father first told us that we were betrothed until even now. At first I didn't want to be betrothed because it was hindering my love life. It was preventing me from being allowed to find love and pursue it of my own free will. It was stopping me from being allowed to marry who I wanted to marry. Hindering me from being allowed to make my own decision on something as important as who I would marry.
But now I don't want to be betrothed because I can't open my heart to anyone, but my sisters. I can't love anyone, but my family. And being betrothed is going to force me to need to open my heart. But what if I can't. What if I can't open my heart ever again? Is it so wrong of me to wish that I could just sit in my room and never come out?
Buttercup:
After our father finished explaining everything he wanted to explain about our betrothals, we were left to do whatever. Blossom went to find something to read, something that she could use to get her mind off of Brick. Bubbles went to go draw something, anything to get her mind to wander away from Boomer. I went to my room and listened to music, but each time I closed my eyes I saw him.
I saw the things I liked about him. I saw his eyes, his hair, his smirk, his smile, his bare emotions, his everything. And I would beg myself to open my eyes, but before I could, the image of those girls holding onto them would appear and I would want to scream and cry, but I can't. I was torn out of my thoughts when a loud knock came from the front door. I got up and went to answer it, but I didn't like what or who I saw on the other side of it.
Me: I hope you liked it!
Girls: Who did Buttercup/I see?
Me: You'll find out! Just keep reading, reviewing and reading some more!