If anyone's reading this... I'm sorry haha. I really appreciate any feedback. I've never wrote anything before so I'm trying. I thought maybe the first chapter was too long so I think I'm gonna cut them in half?
Monday couldn't have come soon enough for Bubbles. Today was Cheerleading tryouts. She'd been eagerly awaiting this moment since the middle of her Sophomore year. She'd spent all summer vacation practicing.
"So when are tryouts?" Clara asked Bubbles, on their way to Theatre.
"After school!" She beamed, " I reaaally hope I make it!"
"You'll definitely make it! I've seen your moves and trust me they're good." Clara reassured her.
They entered the theatre room and took an empty seat. The theater room was empty of desks, there was a circle of chairs in the middle of the room. Mr. Hanson was one of the coolest teachers in school, he was funny and carefree.
"Good afternoon!" Mr. Hanson sang, coffee in hand. "We're going to be starting a skit today. You can choose your own group, keep it 3-4 people. And then choose a popsicle stick from each of these cups." He indicated to the three solo cups on his desk.
"Boomer! You want to join us?" Clara asked, insistently.
"Umm, sure." Boomer joined the two girls.
Bubbles smiled shyly. She hadn't spoken to him at all about their encounter at the party yet, not that there was anything to say really… "I'll go draw our popsicle sticks!" She volunteered.
"Okay we got, "Affair." "Captain Crunch." and "Grocery store." Bubbles read their sceneerios, laughing.
"Well, this should be interesting." Boomer smiled.
Mr. Hanson walked to the front of the room, "Once you have your groups and your sceneerios you can find a spot in the hall or stay in here to work. You have today and tomorrow to complete your skits and you'll be presenting on Wednesday."
"My stomach is going to eat itself alive." She cried, walking with Harry to the cafeteria. "Thank fuck it's lunch time."
"Yeah and it's nacho day!" Harry added, practically drooling. "So," Harry started, "I heard about you and Mike."
Her pace slowed a bit, "Yeah, so?"
"So, I mean… are you guys still cool?" He asked.
"We haven't spoken since the party. So I don't really know." Buttercup admitted, "Whatever. I didn't do anything wrong."
They walked the rest of the way in silence. When they got to their usual table, Mitch and Butch were already eating.
"What's up BC?" Butch nodded at her, "Harry."
Buttercup set her backpack on the floor, next to the table. "Butch." She said, not looking him in the eye. "I'm gonna get in line." She left the guys and stood in line, the memories of her and Butch flooding her mind. They almost seemed unreal. Were they just going to pretend it didn't happen? Did Butch even remember? They had been drinking that night…
"Hey." Mike said, getting in line behind her.
She turned to face him, but looked down at her feet as soon as she saw his eyes. He looked sullen. "Hey."
A few students moved up in the line and they followed. "So, how have you been?" He asked,. Awkwardly.
She looked up at him now, "Don't do that." She said quietly, almost a whisper.
"Look, I don't want things to be awkward between us now." He shifted, slightly, "We can still be friends right?"
"Yea… friends." Buttercup replied, leaving her place in the line and heading back for her table.
"Change your mind about nachos?" Harry asked, as she arrived back, empty handed.
She slipped onto the bunch, next to Mitch. "I'm not hungry."
Butch glanced back at the line and noticed Mike.
"Wow. That's a first. Kind of a historic moment." Mitch and Harry laughed out loud.
She punched Mitch playfully on the arm. "Fuck you guys." She smiled and rolled her eyes.
"So where'd you disappear to after the party, Saturday night?" Harry asked. "Bubbles texted asking if you were with us, since you weren't home."
Buttercup's breath caught for a moment. Her eyes flicked up to meet Butch's. They both quickly looked down and began fiddling with whatever they could find.
"Dude, you have no tact!" Mitch exclaimed.
"I was just-" she started.
"Sup guys?" Mike said, taking the empty spot next to Butch.
Buttercup sat in silence, averting her gaze from both Mike and Butch, while the rest of them carried on with normal conversation. As soon as the lunch bell rang, she was the first to her feet.
Brick grunted and looked down at the slowly ticking clock, above the door. He had finished his Chemistry test about 20 minutes into the allotted hour and was getting impatient. There was still 25 minutes left before class was over. He turned his test packet to the blank page on the back and started sketching. There was nothing all that interesting around to draw, so he drew what he saw out the window.
"Okay everyone. Time's up! Please pass your tests to the end of your rows so I can collect them."
Brick snapped out of his daze, looked down at the detailed sketch of the courtyard on his paper and turned it over, handing it to Blossom. She didn't notice that he'd been drawing, she was busy double checking and triple checking her work.
She shuffled the papers into a neat stack and handed them to Mrs. Field. She let out a deep sigh and collected her belongings as the bell rang.
"Think you did that bad?" Brick asked. "Aren't you supposed to be smart?"
Blossom scoffed, leaving the classroom, "I don't think I did bad, I just think I could've done better. I spent my time partying this weekend instead of studying."
"Yeah, you really partied hard." He said sarcastically, following down the hall.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She stopped walking to look at him.
"It means, you went to a party. Didn't drink, didn't smoke. And then spent most of the night in the library." He stated.
Blossom scrunched her nose, "As I recall, you were in that library too and for longer than me, I might add." She shot him a triumphant look, "Besides, I had fun."
Blossom's hotline watch started beeping frantically, indicating that there was an emergency.
"Crap!" She yelled, throwing her books and pencil case down at the side of the hallway and shooting off towards the exit.
"Blossom!" Buttercup yelled, firing laser beams from her eyes. She sliced one of the purple monster's heads clear off, but it grew back immediately. "This isn't working!"
Blossom darted through the air, striking the monster with a series of hard punches. She was trying to buy some time while she formulated her plan.
"I think I have-" she began, but was slammed into the side of a building with a heavy swing of the creature's tail. She hit the cement, leaving behind a massive indent. Before she could move, the tail swung away from her and then quickly went slamming into her again. A couple of her ribs were cracked, there were a couple mild cuts on her stomach and a giant dark purple bruise had already formed across her entire stomach and arms.
Bubbles flew over and cut off the tail with her laser beams, freeing her sister. Buttercup was hammering kicks and punches into its heads nonstop.
"Buttercup!" Blossom shouted, "You're going to wear yourself out!"
One of the heads snapped at Buttercup, biting into the length of her arm. Hundreds of teeth had stabbed into her arm. She let out a blood curdling scream, lasers shooting from her eyes uncontrollably. The monster tore it's teeth away, leaving deep lacerations from her shoulder to her wrist. It was bleeding profusely. She passed out from the pain and fell through the sky.
"Buttercup!" Bubbles screamed, zipping through the air. She caught her sister and flew her to the ground, lying her gently in the grass, a ways away.
Bubbles flew back to the front lines to help Blossom.
"I have a plan." Blossom said, trying to stay calm. She explained it to her sister. "Let's hope this works."
The two girls got into position. Bubbles sent out a laser, slicing through both of the monster's giant heads. They smashed into the ground, leaving impressive craters. Blossom flew over top, holding her ribs. She blew the biggest breath of ice she could manage, freezing the creature solid before it could regrow. Then Bubbles let out a high pitched sonic scream, and the beast bursted into little frozen chunks
"Buttercup! Can you hear me?" Blossom was kneeling over her, still lying on the ground. She got no response. Blossom took off the shirt she'd been wearing over her tank top and wrapped it tightly around her wound, to try and slow the bleeding. She glanced at her watch and then scooped up her sister, wincing as she bumped into her mid section.
"Blossom, your arms!" Bubbles shrieked.
"It's nothing." She smiled slightly, "I'm taking Buttercup home. She'll be just fine, the Professor will handle it. You go back to school."
"What?! I'm not going back to school when she's… like this!" Bubbles was starting to tear up.
"If you go now, you can still make it to tryouts." Blossom said, with a tone of finality. "I promise she's going to be okay, Bubs." She smiled, "And you know she'll be hurt much worse than this if she thinks you missed out on cheer because of her."
"Okay." She sniffled, kissing Buttercup's forehead.
"Hi girls, sorry I'm late!" Bubbles said, running onto the football field
"What the hell happened to you?!" Julie asked, shocked by Bubbles appearance.
She was still covered in bruises and cuts, her clothes were a little ripped and dirty.
"Oh, this?" She looked down, "There was monster trouble downtown. Sorry!"
Julie's eyes widened, "But you're okay right? Are you sure you should be trying out?"
"I'm okay, really!" Bubbles insisted, smiling.
"And Bubbles? You don't have to apologize for saving the city." She smiled warmly. "Thank you."
"Okay girls, line up! We're going to start with the basics. I'll call out a move and you all do it. We only have three spots available on the squad and two stand-in positions open as well, and there are 11 of you here." She walked over and hit the play button on her phone, music rang out from the loud speaker system. "Ready?!"
After calling out a series of jumps, motions, and tumbles, Julie shut the music off. Bubbles and the rest of the girls trying out, were out of breath, panting. "Let me tally up the scores and we'll see who our new members are. Whether you make it or not, try to remember that you can always try again next year. You all did great!"
Bubbles shut her eyes tight, and crossed her fingers on both hands. This was it, the moment she'd been dreaming of… "Please." She whispered.
"The results are in." Julie smiled, "If I call your name, then you've been selected as a stand-in. "Becca and Alex."
"Come on." Bubbles whispered to herself.
"If I call your name, then you're now an official Townsville High Cheerleader." Julie announced, excitedly. "The highest score today was... Bubbles!" She cheered.
Bubble's eyes shot open and she covered her mouth to stop from squealing. Thank you, thank you, thank you! She thought.
"Also making the team, are Morgan and Emily!" Julie clapped for the five girls who made it and the other girls said their goodbyes.
"We're gonna have a pizza party tonight, the whole squad is invited, so do you girls want to come?" Julie asked the new cheerleaders.
"Definitely!" Bubbles jumped for joy.
She pulled out her cell and sent a text to her family group chat:
Won't be home for dinner, grabbing pizza with my squad 3 ps Update on BC??
When Buttercup regained consciousness she was lying on a bed in the Professor's lab, dim white light surrounding her.
"Hi sweetheart." The Professor smiled, squeezing her hand.
"Professor.." she said, sitting up. "What happened?" She tried to remember.
"You got a pretty severe bite from the creature you fought." He pointed to her arm. "I've given you a dose of Chemical X and stitched you up for now, you should be fully healed tomorrow, hopefully. Take it easy until then."
"Buttercup!" Blossom exclaimed, "Can I get you anything?" She asked, realizing her sister was awake.
"I'm starving, actually." Buttercup grabbed her stomach. "I haven't eaten today."
"I thought you would be," she smiled, knowingly. "I have dinner waiting upstairs."
Buttercup followed her sister upstairs and ate her fill, while Blossom explained how they beat the monster.
Buttercup checked her watch, "Bubs made it to her cheerleading thing right?"
"Yeah." Blossom smiled, "She made it."
Blossom walked through the empty hallways of the school. It was 4:02pm, and almost all the students had gone home. There were a few people here and there in clubs and some teachers around still. She was looking for her books and things that she'd abandoned when her hotline went off. She went straight to the hall that she'd left them in, but they weren't there. "Darn." She said aloud, about to go check the office.
"Blossom! Good afternoon!" Ms. Keane said cheerfully, "I thought I saw you come in."
"Hello, Ms. Keane." Blossom smiled back, politely. "Yeah, actually I was just looking for some things I left behind earlier."
"That's what I came to talk to you about." Ms. Keane replied, "Brick came by the office to drop your things off-"
"Oh that's great!" Blossom thought about it for a second, "That was… nice of him."
"He did come by to drop them off, but I didn't know if you would be back in time to get them before the school was locked up for the night." She said, "So I asked him to take them home with him."
"What?" Blossom asked, confused. "But how-"
"The boys are staying at the old observatory, as I'm sure you know." She raised her eyebrow. "Just go over there. I'm sure he'll be expecting you." Ms. Keane turned and started back to her office.
She'd been to the observatory a thousand times in her life, but it had always been to confront Mojo and save the day. She stood in the grass near the bottom of the volcano, looking up. Why was she so nervous? Maybe because she was about to walk up to the front door of her lifelong rival, she reasoned. That's it. What if it was a trap? She could handle it. "You can do this, it's just a front door. And it's just Brick, you see him every day now. No problem at all." She gave herself a quick pep talk and flew up to the door. When the door was right in front of her, she froze. Maybe she didn't need her books that bad. She could just get them tomorrow. She turned around prepared to leave.
"God damn! To what do we owe this pleasure?" Butch's eyes lusted at her.
She scoffed, "Umm, hi Butch."
"Come inside." He said, pulling her in before she could decline. He shut the door behind her.
Her eyes went wide when she saw the inside of their place. It was a world of difference from when she'd last been there. "Whoa!"
"Cool, right?" Butch grinned. "So what brings you here? You want to see my room?" He winked.
"No." She crossed her arms. "Actually I'm looking for Brick. Is he here?"
"Playing hard to get, huh?" He started walking towards the living room. "I'll get him. You can have a seat." He gestured to the couch.
"Uh, okay. Thanks." She said, slowly following him into the living room.
Butch knocked on Brick's closed bedroom door. When he got no answer, "Bro, I'm coming in." He pushed the door open and disappeared inside for a second, before returning. "He's in the shower." He said, before pulling his door shut.
"Maybe I should just go." Blossom said, glancing at Brick's bedroom door.
"He'll be quick. He always takes fast showers." Butch assured her.
Blossom sat there for the next few minutes, fiddling with the zipper to her jacket. Finally the door opened and she stood up, coming face to face with Brick.
The top half of him was completely bare, water droplets licked his chiseled body. His lower half was wrapped in a towel. His damp, red hair fell messily past his shoulders.
Blossom stood in front of him, her eyes travelling down his glistening body for a few seconds too long.
"Blossom?" Brick asked, perplexed.
Her face went beet red as she was pulled out of her daze, Brick noted.
She whipped around violently, trying to face the other direction. The wounds on her stomach ripped back open from the force. Realizing, she clenched at her stomach, trying to apply some pressure. "Uh, I just." She began. "Ms. Keane said you had my books?"
Butch took a step towards her. "Umm, Blossom? I think your stomach is bleeding."
"What?" Brick asked, confused.
"Yeah." She laughed nervously. "It is. So… my books?"
"Yeah, I'll get them." Brick walked out of the room for a moment and returned fully clothed, with her things. "Here." He said holding them out to her.
She turned around and reluctantly let go of her stomach, to collect her books and pencil case. "Thanks." She forced a smile. "Sorry for… this."
The front of her skin tight, white jacket was pooling with blood. She took a step to go, but Brick grabbed her wrist firmly.
"Blossom. Why the fuck is your stomach bleeding?"
She pulled out of his grasp and faced him. "I don't appreciate being cursed at."
He stared at her in disbelief, "You're bleeding, and that's what you're worried about? You're unbelievable."
He grabbed her wrist again and pulled her into his bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
"Okay then." Butch yelled, "Guess I'll just hang out here."
"Brick what-" Blossom started.
"You can at least clean it up before you go." He said, guiding her into the bathroom.
"It's really fine." She insisted.
"Let me see then." He crossed his arms over his chest.
She hesitated.
"See, it is that bad." He said, getting frustrated. "Blossom."
"Okay!" She relented.
She stood with Brick in the middle of the bathroom. She slowly unzipped her jacket and let it fall to the floor, revealing her purple forearms.
"Jesus." He unfolded his arms. Blood was still spreading further across her tank top. "Let me see." He said firmly, leaving no room for discussion.
Blossom lifted her tank top carefully over her wounds, until it was resting slightly above her bra.
His eyes widened with shock as he realized how severe her injuries were. The deep purple bruise took up the entirety of her stomach, all the way up to the bottom of her bra. It was so dark it looked black in some places. Then there were a handful of long cuts scattered on top, covering parts of her stomach in both old, dried blood as well as the fresh blood that was now running down the front of her and dripping onto her jeans.
"Blossom." He said, in a whispered tone. "What the hell happened?"
"Typical monster fight." She replied. "Nothing compared to what Buttercup sustained." She looked at the floor. "So, umm-"
"Right." He tore his gaze from her stomach and walked across the room to grab a clean washcloth and the first aid kit. He washed his hands, and knelt down so he was at eye level with her midsection, and used the cloth to gently apply pressure to her cuts. "They aren't too deep, at least." He finally said.
Blossom glanced down at him, why was he helping her? "Yeah, I should be healed in the next couple hours." She smiled shyly.
When the bleeding stopped, he got another washcloth. He ran it under the warm tap, wrung it out and handed it to her. He watched as she cleaned off the blood, gently. Then he pulled out a roll of gauze. "Might as well be safe."
She really didn't think it was necessary but he was being thoughtful, it was a rare occasion, besides it couldn't hurt anything. "Okay." She said simply.
He held the gauze in place on her stomach with one hand, and delicately wrapped it around her waist a few times, pulling it as tight as he thought he could without causing pain. He pinned it in place. "Done." He said, eyeing his work.
"You really didn't have to." She looked at him meekly, "But thank you." She started pulling her sullied shirt back down.
"Let me get you a shirt." He stopped her.
"Oh, I don't think-" she started.
He was already out of the bathroom, rifling around in his dresser. "I was gonna throw this out anyway." He placed a black t-shirt in her hand, and left the room, clicking the bathroom door shut.
She held onto the shirt and glanced around the empty room, it was incredible, as far as bathrooms went. She walked over to the mirror and peered at her reflection. She looked unkempt. She ran her hand over the bandage and let out a small sigh. She removed her tank top and replaced it with the large black shirt that Brick had given her. She was wearing his shirt. Brick's shirt. What a weird turn this day had taken. She ran her fingers through her hair, to straighten it out a bit. Then she grabbed her discarded clothing and books and opened the door. Brick was standing, looking out the substantial window, with his arms folded over his chest. When he heard her come out, he looked in her direction. She quickly glimpsed around his bedroom before taking a step further in and looking at him. "Thanks for the shirt," she said, "And the bandage." She added, "And for grabbing my books." She looked at the floor, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
"It's no big deal." He replied, closing the distance between them, "I can take those, If you don't plan to keep them?" Referring to the bloodied clothes she was holding.
"No I wasn't-" she looked at the clothes in her hand and then back to Brick.
He took them from her, and headed for the door, she followed him back into the living room.
Butch, noticing her change in appearance, raised his eyebrow. "What did I miss?" He asked suggestively.
Blossom rolled her eyes and started walking to the door, "See you at school."
Butch looked at Brick expectantly, but Brick ignored him, tossing Blossom's ruined clothing into the trash shoot.
"Dude, you like her!" Butch accused, laughingly.
Brick whipped his head around, "No. I don't."
"Well you certainly don't dislike her." Butch insisted. "I don't blame you, I mean, she's a 10. She's a 10 even when she's bleeding through her shirt in your living room."
"You have so many issues. I don't know where to begin." Brick shook his head disapprovingly at his brother.
Boomer came strolling through the front door. "Did I just see Blossom leaving our house?"
"She just came to grab something." Brick shot Butch a warning look, which he ignored completely.
"Yeah, right! She came to see you, and she seen a looot of you." Butch joked. "The mere sight of this guy in a towel, caused her to gush all over the living room." he told Boomer.
"It was fucking blood, you asshole." Brick said.
"What the hell did I miss?" Boomer looked thoroughly confused, grabbing a soda from the fridge.
"Nothing." Brick stated flatly. " Because nothing happened."
"Well she saw him in a towel, they disappeared into his closed bedroom for a while, and then she came out wearing his shirt." Butch said, a smug, satisfied look on his face.
Boomer's jaw fell open and then he started laughing.
"That's taken so far out of context." Brick crossed his arms.
"Well I'm waiting for an explanation then, or I'm just gonna have to make assumptions." Boomer smiled deviously.
He scoffed, irritatedly. "She came here to grab a book. I didn't know she was here so I came out in my towel. She was bleeding from a monster they just fought. I just took her into the bathroom to clean up. That's all."
Boomer looked thoroughly disappointed. "I liked Butch's version better."
"Me too." Butch smiled.
"So was it a lot of blood? Was it gross?" Butch asked a little too excitedly.
"No the cuts weren't that bad, it was the bruising that was really gnarly." Brick said.
"Must've been some monster." Boomer stated.
"I guess. She said Buttercup took the worst of it. By far."
Buttercup grabbed her tray of food from the lunch line and walked over to join her friends.
"So, did you take a picture?" Mitch asked Buttercup.
"Fucking right I did." She replied, a smile creeping onto her face.
"Let me see!" Harry exclaimed.
"I'll let you see if you give me your cookie." Buttercup bargained. Harry tossed her his still wrapped chocolate chip cookie, and she pulled out her phone. "This was taken immediately after, I was still knocked out."
She slid her phone to the middle of the table. Harry and Mitch scooted together and eyed the picture. "That's sick!" Mitch shouted. "This is your fucking arm? No way!" Harry looked like he was going to be sick.
Butch walked up and snatched the phone from them. "What do we have here?" He asked, scrunching his nose when he saw the gory photo. "What is this?" He sat down.
"My arm, from yesterday." Buttercup said casually, through a mouthful of pizza.
"This is you?" Butch asked, shocked.
"Yep." She said, "It was pretty gross."
"But it's healed now, right? Like you're fine?" Butch said, worriedly. He glanced at her arm, it was covered up with a baggy, long sleeved shirt.
She saw him looking, so she pulled her sleeve up, exposing her smooth, pale arm. "Completely fine." She smiled smugly.
"Good." Butch let out a sigh of relief and started picking at his food.
"So, are you two like, good now?" Mitch eyed them both curiously.
"Yeah, are we?" He asked Buttercup, shooting her a knowing look.
"We're… something." She said, ending it at that.
When the girls got to school the next day, all eyes were on them.
"Hey, uh. Is it just me or is the entire school watching us right now?" Bubbles asked as they walked to their lockers.
"No, they're definitely staring. Something's up." Blossom confirmed.
Buttercup stormed up to a group of people who had been watching them and whispering near the water fountain. "You have two seconds to explain to me what's going on or else-"
A short blonde boy, "Okay, I'll tell you!" He pushed up his glasses. "Rumor has it that Blossom and Brick Jojo are an item. That's all I know!"
"That's ridiculous." Buttercup said bitterly. "You better not go spreading that around." She marched back to her sisters, giving death glares to everyone in sight.
"Me... and Brick?" Blossom asked, confused. "Why do people think that?"
"I'll bet it has something to do with Princess." Bubbles chimed in. "Didn't you say she threw water on you because she was mad about you talking to him?"
"She probably thinks this would make you keep your distance from him. I bet that's her goal." Buttercup said, irritated. "What a miserable bitch."
When Blossom took her seat next to Brick that morning in lit, all eyes were on them. Blossom tried to hide her face, as inconspicuous as she could.
"Do you all have a death wish or something?" Brick spat. They all turned away as quickly as possible, realizing his threats wouldn't be empty.
Blossom came out of hiding and started doodling in her planner.
"What's going on?" Brick demanded.
Boomer walked in the room with a huge grin plastered on his face, and strolled right up to their table. "Good morning to the happy couple." He laughed, "You two are so adorable together."
One look from Brick sent him dashing for his desk. A few people started whispering now.
"Why is this happening to me?" Blossom whispered to herself.
"Happy couple?" Brick asked. "What is he talking about?"
Blossom's cheeks were glowing red now.
"Apparently people think we're… together." She explained, not making eye contact with him.
"Okay. Why?" He asked, annoyed.
"Don't ask me." She said, "Maybe somebody saw me leaving your house?"
"And that would have to mean that we're seeing each other? There's two other people who live there too." Brick offered.
"I don't know, it was just an idea. It's more likely that Princess just made it up to get under my skin."
"Well why'd she have to drag me into it?" He scoffed.
"We're doing presentations today! Take 15 minutes to go over final details with your group and then we'll get started." Mr. Hanson announced.
Bubbles, Boomer and Clara all walked out to their spot in the hallway. "Should we do a run through then?" Clara asked.
Bubbles and Boomer nodded in agreement and they all got into place:
"Goodbye sweetheart, I'm headed to the office." Boomer said to his wife Clara.
"Have a good day at work dear! Love you."She replied.
He leaves the house. "You know I really should stop at the grocery store and grab something to eat first." Boomer said to himself in the car. He goes to the store.
He Enters the cereal aisle. Sees a beautiful woman.
"Excuse me sir, would you mind helping me pick out some cereal? I can't decide between Fruit loops and Captain Crunch." Bubbles asks.
"If you can't choose between cereals, always go with captain crunch." Boomer replied, simply.
"Captain Crunch is my favorite cereal, you know." She smiled flirtatiously.
"Captain Crunch is your favorite cereal? It's my favorite cereal too!" Boomer exclaimed, taking a step towards her.
They Run into each other's arms and make out in front of the cereal.
Clara enters the cereal aisle.
"What's going on here?!" Clara yells.
End scene.
"God. This skit is ridiculous!" Bubbles laughed out loud. "I can't believe we spent two days working on this."
"I wonder if anyone else's skit is this bad?" Clara wondered.
"I like it!" Boomer beamed. "Although I still think it would be better if we really made out." He winked at Bubbles jokingly.
She giggled. "Oh, Boomer! I don't think Mr. Hanson would like watching his students kiss."
They all started laughing.
"Time's up!" Mr. Hanson said, calling them all back to class. Bubbles and her group gave their performance somewhere in the middle.
"A. I liked the use of Captain Crunch, the theatre teacher said."
Princess sped through the halls to try and catch up with Brick. He knew she'd been looking for him all day and he was trying his best to avoid her, but without using his super powers he couldn't get away from her fast enough.
"Brick, wait up!" She yelled down the hall.
He didn't. He bobbed and weaved through the crowd of people on their way to their next classes, and ducked into the bathroom before she could reach him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her today, or ever, for that matter.
"Hey dude, you're Brick right?" Someone he didn't know asked, noticing him.
"Yep." Brick replied flatly. "Who's asking?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Is it true that you're banging Blossom Utonium?" His eyes lit up.
Brick didn't like how he worded that question, and he was starting to get pissed off with all the talking and stares.
The guy took his silence as a confirmation. "Man, you are so lucky! I'd give anything to fuck a girl like that."
Brick snatched him up by the front of his shirt and dangled him from the air. "You're getting on my last fucking nerve." He spat. "If I were you, I'd really shut the hell up." He threatened, eyes flashing red.
"So- sorry man!" He yelled, running from the bathroom.
Brick waited a couple minutes before returning to the hall to make sure the coast was clear.
Blossom was standing at her locker, gathering her things for her next class when Princess and her girls surrounded her.
"What?" Blossom said, already annoyed.
"I just thought you'd like to know that you're making a mistake." Princess smiled, deviously.
"What are you talking about Princess? I don't have time for your games."
"Trust me Blossom, this is no game." Her expression turned serious, "I told you to stop hanging around Brick. But did you listen? No!"
"I can't exactly stop seeing him, when we have classes together. Now can I?" Blossom explained. "However, I'll be sure to 'hang around' him even more if it's going to annoy you that much."
She shut her locker and turned around. With one look, Princess's posse scattered.
"You're going to regret this!" Princess yelled after her.
"Hey man, you wanna come over? We're all meeting over at my place." Mitch stopped at Butch's locker after school.
"For sure, text me the address." Butch said.
"Will do." Mitch replied, walking away.
When Butch got to Mitch's place, everyone but Mike was already there. They were sitting in his garage with the door open. Buttercup was sitting crossed legged on one end of the couch, strumming at a guitar. Harry and Mitch sat in metal fold out chairs, sharing a bag of chips.
"Sup Butch." Harry said, as he approached the garage.
Butch gave a head nod and took the empty seat next to Buttercup.
"Hey." Buttercup said, looking up from the guitar.
"Hey." He smiled.
He looked around the garage, eyeing the band posters. There were a couple skateboards in the corner, a dart board on the wall, and a mini fridge on top of a card table. He listened to Buttercup play for a while, Harry and Mitch's conversation fading into the background. He hadn't even realized that Harry had lit a blunt until the smell of weed brought him out of his trance.
Harry passed it to Buttercup, she took two long hits, blew out the smoke and then licked her lips. "You smoke, right?" She asked Butch, not waiting for his response, before handing him the blunt.
He followed suit and then passed it to Mitch. It made it's round until it was too small to hold and Harry stomped it out.
"It's cool of your parents to let you hang out here." Butch said.
"Mrs. Mitchellson is the coolest!" Buttercup told him, setting down the guitar. "She doesn't even care that we smoke out here."
"Ever since she separated from my dad she's been really laid back." Mitch explained. "We could never do this when we lived in the trailer."
"Of course we couldn't, you didn't even have a garage!" Buttercup started cracking up, sending them all into a laughing fit. She got up and grabbed a skateboard that had been propped up against the wall. She sat it on the ground, lowered herself into it, and started rolling herself back and forth in place.
"That's it?" Butch asked curiously, gesturing to her sitting on the board. "I thought I was gonna see some sweet moves."
"Come on, I'm too high for all that." She laughed.
"Buttercup, if you can't skate. You can just say that." He said, trying to provoke her.
The smile fell off her face, and Harry and Mitch were dying, laughing. "I can fucking skate."
Butch raised an eyebrow, "Prove it then."
She got to her feet and leaned over him, on the couch. "You're on."
Mitch turned on some music and everyone followed her to the road. "How am I even supposed to do anything with no ramps?" She scoffed.
"Do an Ollie." Butch said.
She rolled her eyes and did one. She also did a shove it and a long manual, hsld way down the street.
"I'll buy you a burger if you can land a kickflip." Butch smirked.
Buttercup's eyes lit up at the prospect of free food, and she landed a kickflip no problem and then threw in a heelflip for good measure.
"Happy?" She asked, taking the skateboard back to the garage.
"So you play the guitar and skate… What other tricks do you have up your sleeve." Butch asked, curiously.
"I can out eat just about anyone." Buttercup smiled, self assured.
"Is that a challenge?" Butch raised his eyebrow. "Because if so you're on."
"Good. Because you owe me a burger. And I'm starving." She smiled.
Buttercup turned to Mitch and Harry, who had retreated back to the garage. "You guys wanna go to 'Burger Sanctuary'?
"Nah, we were just getting ready to meet up with Mike." Mitch replied.
Buttercup's face fell a bit at the sound of his name. "Good timing then."
Butch and Buttercup walked out to the road, "Guess it's just you and me." Butch said, looking at the sky. "Race you there!" He shot into the sky before she fully realized what he said.
"It doesn't count as a win if you left before I even knew we were racing." Buttercup scoffed, pushing the door to the restaurant open.
"Just admit that I'm faster than you." He smiled, triumphantly.
"Ha!" Buttercup yelled. "I'll take you on anytime."
"That could be interesting." He smiled flirtatiously.
Rolling her eyes, she placed an order for ten burgers.
"Ten?!" Butch exclaimed. "That's overkill."
"Maybe, maybe not." She said, "But for .69 cents…"
"You sure are a cheap date." He grabbed their tray and sat down at an empty table.
"Who said this was a date?" Buttercup laughed, reaching for a burger.
Butch unwrapped his first burger. "If I'm buying a girl food, it's a date." He said matter of factly.
"You better make sure it's unforgettable then." She said, taking a bite.
"Girls!" The Professor sang, "Dinners almost ready, come set the table please."
"Coming Professor!" Blossom and Bubbles both yelled, from their bedroom.
The Professor cracked the door to the oven and peeked inside to check on the enchiladas. Just about finished, he thought to himself. The girls came down and quickly set the table, excited to dig in.
"It smells great, professor!" Bubbles squealed, sitting down beside him.
Blossom took the seat on the other side of him, "Buttercup texted, she's already eaten and said she won't be home till late."
"Bet whatever she ate won't be as good as this! I love enchilada night!" Bubbles smiled, happily.
The Professor had made two separate batches, one with meat for himself and Blossom and the other a vegetarian one for Bubbles.
"Thank you for dinner!" The girls said before piling some Mexican food onto their plates.
"So how's the first couple weeks of school going?" He looked up from his plate.
Bubbles peeked up a little, "It's going wonderful! I like all my classes, except for Algebra. Theatre and art are my favorites, and now I'm a cheerleader!" She was giddy with excitement.
"That's wonderful, sweetheart." He smiled at Bubbles. "How about you, Blossom?"
"It's going okay." She replied. "I like my classes, there hasn't been too much monster action. And the boys haven't been as much trouble as I thought they would be… so far."
"That's good to hear." He said, "What the problem, then?"
Blossom stared down at her dinner, "Well.. it's just…" she started.
"There's been some rumors going around school, some pertaining to Blossom." Bubbles chimed in.
The Professor scrunched his nose and set down his fork, clasping his hands together. "Do I need to make a call to the school?" He asked, seriously.
"No!" Blossom practically yelled. "I can handle it." She replied. She definitely didn't want him to know about the rumors, especially about the list that has been going around.
After a long pause, he picked his fork back up and continued eating. "If you say so, I trust your opinion." He smiled at both of his girls.
Buttercup stopped in the street and peered down at her watch. 6:15pm. She still had a few hours until curfew.
"Wanna go to the beach?" Butch asked, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"The beach?" Buttercup laughed. "It's way too cold to swim."
Butch laughed too. "Not to swim, just to hang out. Plus I have this." He said pulling out a joint.
"Okay, she started floating, you convinced me."
This time she took off first, making a mad dash to beat him to the beach. She got there seconds before him. "There. Kicked your ass." She smirked.
They sat on the desolate sands of the beach, right near the water.
"It's kind of nice out here." Butch said, looking at the barely visible moon.
Buttercup sat there for a second, realizing that they were alone. Actually alone, with nobody else around, and she got lost in her thoughts. She had tried so hard to push Butch to the back of her mind. This was the first time that she'd been truly alone with him since they kissed. She was conflicted about it. The angel on her shoulder told her that it wasn't a good idea, for so many reasons. One being that she and Mike had just broke up and the other main one being that Butch had always been her enemy, that had tried to kill her. Could she really trust him? The devil on her other shoulder told her something completely different. That even though she had basically just met him, she felt really comfortable with him already. It felt good to be near him and when they kissed… it was beyond anything she'd ever felt. Let alone felt with Mike.
"Buttercup?" Butch nudged her.
"Sorry." She said, "I was just-"
"Thinking?" He finished.
"Yeah." She replied. She looked at him now, he was leaning back, propping himself up with his hands. He was really attractive. She'd never been all that attracted to Mike. He was okay but she mostly liked his personality. Butch was different. He was, as much as she hated this cliche, 'Tall, dark and handsome.' But with a twist. His arm muscles almost hurt to look at. She had already felt them on her neck... Damn. It was happening again, she kept drowning, deeper in her thoughts. She realized that she'd been staring at him for a while and shook her head to try and snap out of it.
She leaned back, next to him and pulled her phone out, scrolling through instajam for about 30 seconds.
"What, am I not entertaining enough for you?" Butch laughed.
She clicked the button, shutting her screen off and slipped it back into her pocket. "Idunno." She smiled. "Do something to entertain me."
"Is that an invitation?" A devious smile spread across his face.
She looked up at him, her eyes flicked briefly to his mouth and she bit her bottom lip.
Suddenly his soft lips were on hers, he kissed her a few times, trying to gauge her reaction. When she didn't pull away, he leaned into her, pushing her backwards into the sand with his lips. His left hand was under her head. He kissed her deeper now, lifting her body up towards him, slightly. Her arms around his neck, as they made out. She bit his lip, teasingly, as their eyes met. Then she rolled him onto his back, climbing on top of him. Her hands travelled up his shirt, fingering his taut abs. His hands were on either side of her waist. She leaned into him, bringing their lips together again. They stayed like that for a while, kissing frantically. His hands moved from her waist to the backs of her thighs and butt. She slowly pulled away from his lips and sat up, looking at him intently with her big, green, bedroom eyes.
His heart was going a million miles a minute, looking up at her. "That look you're giving me is unfair." He swallowed. "It's dangerous."
She just smiled and bit her bottom lip, again.
"Buttercup… you're killing me." He practically moaned.
She leaned forward, her lips inches from his ear, "Butch." She whispered, "I don't know what you mean." She sent shockwaves through his whole body.
Then she rolled off of him and laid in the sand beside him.
"So." She said, reaching for his joint and lighting it.
"So." He echoed her, rubbing his face vigorously. "Was it a good date?"
She took a hit and passed it to him. She laid in the sand next to him and looked at the sky, it was getting dark now. "Best date I've ever had." She smiled at him.
"In that case, can I get your number?" He asked, flirtatiously.
"What's in it for me?" She joked, holding out her hand for his cell.
"A slew of unsolicited dick pics." He said laughing out loud.
She raised her eyebrow at him, smiled and typed her number into his phone.
He saved her number under, 'The bitchy one.'
She had gotten to school a little early that day. She planned on heading to the library before classes started to check out some books for an upcoming project. But when Blossom got to her locker that morning, she was surprised to find a manila envelope sitting tucked alongside her textbooks. She paused for a second, taking a glance around the hall. Nobody. She sighed, carefully slipping it out. On the front, in scribbly cursive spelled: Blossom. She opened the envelope and peered inside. Photos? She questioned. Okay, that was weird. She took them out, peeking over her shoulder once more, just to be safe. She pulled out a series of photos. They were of her and Brick.
The first photo was a little grainy, but still clearly the two of them. It was taken during Princess's party. The two of them were standing in the library. She was facing the camera that she'd never known was there. Her cardigan was very barely on her arms, in fact it looked like she was in the middle of taking it off. Her wet dress was exposing her black bra. Brick stood behind her, facing her back, smiling.
The second photo was of two of them in the garden area. Blossom was sitting on a bench, an apparent blush on her cheeks, as she looked away from him. Brick was kneeling down in front of her chest. The photo was taken from behind Brick. It looked like something kind of scandalous was taking place.
The third and fourth photos were taken from a new location, the Rowdyruff boy's house. In one of them you could see her entering the house in her own clothing and in the other you could see her leaving with a man's shirt on.
Okay. So these photos were obviously a gift from Princess. Blossom shook her head in disbelief. She looked at the photos over and over again until the school started bustling, filing the once empty hallways. She stuffed the photos back into the envelope and placed it inside the front panel of her literature book.
Walking down the hall, Brick noticed Blossom standing alone, at what looked like his locker. He approached her, curiously, crossing his arms. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Brick!" She looked up, not having seen him until he was right there. "It's about time."
He furrowed his brows, confused. "Okay. What do you want?" He asked bluntly.
"I need to talk to you." She glanced around the hallway. "Privately." She added.
Now she had his attention, but he wanted to make her suffer. "Idunno, I'm a busy guy." He smirked.
She didn't have time for this, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hall.
He let her drag him, only because he was intrigued.
She pulled him into an empty janitor's closet and flicked on the light.
"If you wanted to be alone with me..." Brick raised an eyebrow jokingly.
Blossom scoffed. Pulled the envelope from her book and shoved it into his chest.
He eyed the envelope, and then opened it, stealing a quick glance at her. She was looking at the floor. He took the photos out and flipped through the first two, staring silently at them for a moment. His eyes flickered back to her, she caught his gaze. "What are these?"
"Someone's watching us. Well, not someone. Princess." She rolled her eyes. "I found these in my locker this morning."
"What do you want me to do about it?" He asked, irritatedly.
Her mouth fell open slightly, "You're in them too!" She exclaimed, "Do you really want these getting around school?"
"Can't see any harm in it." He stated, finally flipping to the rest of the pictures. "Is this my fucking house?!"
She crossed her arms. "Yep. She's either having me followed, or more likely, having your house watched. Possibly both."
Just then she was startled by her phone going off. She slipped it out of her pocket. A photo of her pulling Brick into the closet was stretched out over her screen. "Unbelievable!"
"What?" Brick asked, curiously.
She held her phone out for him, and he eyed the picture. "What the fuck. Okay, this is getting ridiculous. I'll take care of it." He pushed past her and stormed out the door, spotting one of Princess's cronies with her phone pointed at him. She ran as soon as she saw him.
Butch joined Buttercup as she slugged through the hall. He smiled happily and threw his arm over her shoulder. She pushed it off almost immediately. "What so I'm only good enough for you behind closed doors?" He joked.
"Funny, considering both times were outside." She laughed.
"You must be into the whole 'public' thing." He raised his eyebrow, suggestively.
Buttercup scoffed, still walking.
"You're not even gonna try and deny it? You're a bad girl." He winked.
"And you're a perv." She retorted.
"Are you two done flirting now?" Mike walked over, looking disgusted. "Buttercup, a word?"
Buttercup stopped in her tracks. "We need to get to class." She referred to her and Butch.
"It'll only take a second." He looked at Butch now, "Think you can handle her leaving your side for ten seconds?" He said bitterly.
"Fine." She took a few steps to the side of the hall, he followed. Butch headed off to class without her, a smug look on his face.
"What?" Buttercup spat. Looking right at him.
He looked her up and down, not bothering to hide his disdain. "Are you fucking kidding me Buttercup?"
She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to get to the point.
"Why are you hanging all over him?" He sneered.
Buttercup laughed. "I can hang out with whoever I want. It's none of your business anymore, remember?" She was growing tired of this conversation already.
"Are you so desperate to be with someone that you'll take the first guy who looks your way? Even if he's a scumbag loser, who wants to kill you?" Mike curled his lip. She scoffed. "I'm just looking out for your best interest Buttercup. We broke up like five minutes ago and you're making yourself look like a real slut." He spit the last word at her with such venom. "I can't believe I actually dated-" Butter cup slapped him so hard across the face, the sound echoed off the lockers. Everyone in the vicinity turned to watch them, shouting, 'oohs' and 'ohs.'
Manila envelope still in hand, he strolled straight over to Princess. She ran her fingers through her hair, so as to combat the flyaways, upon seeing him.
"Brick!" She purred, touching his arm immediately.
She sent the girls, who'd been waiting for her, off with a swat of her hand.
Brick held up the envelope. "What is this shit?" He asked, furious.
She didn't need to look to know what he was referring to. "Oh that Blossom. Of course she went and told you right away." She rolled her eyes. "She can't seem to stay away from you." Princess pouted.
"Some of these are obviously taken from your home security, fine." Brick stared her down, "But why the fuck is my house being watched?" He folded his arms over his chest.
"Don't be mad!" She cried, "I just wanted to make sure she wasn't up to anything. So I've been having one of my security guards watch your house."
He slammed his hands into the lockers on either side of her making her jump. He leaned closer to her. "You don't wanna upset me, do you?" He asked, sternly.
Princess practically swooned, even though he was directing his anger toward her, he was hot and he was so close. "No, of course not!"
"Good." He replied, "Because I like my privacy." He pulled back slowly.
Buttercup was furious as she slid into her seat, next to Butch in Health class.
Seeing her sister enter, looking very obviously upset, Blossom made a beeline for her. "What happened?" She asked, concerned.
"Nothing." Buttercup said, his hands still squeezed into angry balls in her lap.
Blossom shot her sister a look.
"I just smacked him, okay? Happy?" She fired.
Butch and Blossom both stared at her now. "Who?" Blossom asked, her mouth agape.
"Mike."
Blossom furrowed her brows at her raven haired sister. "Buttercup you can't just hit people, especially at school!"
"He called me a slut." Buttercup admitted, not looking her sister in the eye.
Butch got to his feet, he was fuming.
Buttercup reached over and pulled him back down, still facing forward.
"What?!" Blossom cried out. "He said that? That little-"
"Blossom." Mrs. Drake said, smiling. " Please take your seat."
Blossom returned to her chair. She had previously been sat with Buttercup, while Butch and Brick sat together. But Mrs. Drake thought this seating arrangement would better suit everyone. So now once again she was forced to sit by brick.
They filled out a question sheet while watching a movie.
Blossom had a spiral notebook out, doodling, not needing to pay any attention to the film to hear the answers. Brick reached over and slid her notebook in between them, eliciting a look from her as he did so. He picked up his pencil and wrote:
Took care of it.
Blossom read it and wrote back:
That was fast. What did you do with the photos?
He smirked:
They're gone.
Blossom let out a sigh of relief, smiling at him. Then added
Thanks (:
He scoffed:
Didn't do it for you. Did It for me.
Across the room butch had finally calmed down, deciding he would handle it later. He watched Buttercup, intently, she hadn't looked at him once all period. He pulled out a pen and reached for her hand, she didn't pull away. He drew a smiley face. She finally looked at Butch when she saw it, and she smiled too.
He glanced around the room and then put his hand on her knee, over her jeans. He lingered there for a minute and then ran his finger up her thigh, sending chills up her spine. Then he removed his hand and pulled out his cell, brightness all the way down, hidden from sight and sent her a text:
I'd be bitter too, if I made the terrible mistake of letting you slip away.
Boomer was talking to Jason about the new video game that was coming out, 'Zombie Death,' when he heard a familiar giggle. He turned around to see Bubbles and Kim passing them. Bubbles glanced back at him, with her big beautiful eyes and waved. He waved back and watched her until she was completely out of sight.
"You got a thing for Bubbles?" Jason smirked. "
Boomer looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"She's a great catch. Better snatch her up before someone else does." Jason added, giving him a quick pat on the back.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, "Is it that obvious?"
"It is to a well seasoned pro, like me." Jason sniggered.
"I just wanna get to know her. I find her interesting." Boomer admitted.
Jason checked the time on the clock, above the drinking fountain, "The only problem when it comes to Bubbles, is that she's nice. Too nice, like, to everyone. So it might be hard to know if she actually likes you or not. She doesn't really date much."
Boomer left without another word and sped walked in the direction that Bubbles had gone. He spotted her just as she and Kim exited the building. He pushed through the doors, after her.
The girls turned around and noticed him, stopping.
"Hey Boomer!" Kim called as he walked up to them. "Oh I just remembered I really need to get home!" She winked at Boomer and took off down the steps.
He was grateful for the opportunity to be alone with her. Well as alone as they could be, surrounded by other students.
"You came out in a hurry." She smiled. "What's up?"
Boomer shifted a bit in place and then looked up at her, "I was trying to catch you, actually."
"Me?" Her eyes widened slightly, "Whatever for?" She giggled.
He bit his lower lip, thinking for a second. "Well, it's the weekend." He reached his hand behind his head nervously. "I was wondering if you had some free time, maybe we could do something?" He asked. She hadn't responded yet, a little shocked at his sudden forwardness. "We could go to the park or something. I'd love to watch some of your cheer moves." He grinned a big, hopeful grin at her.
"Boomer." She said.
The way she said it made his heart drop. He made a mistake. She was going to reject him. "I mean, you're probably busy. Don't worry-" he cut himself off, turning to go.
She grabbed his wrist, gently pulling him back. "Boomer." She started again, "What's your phone number?"
He swallowed and looked back at her, he felt his cheeks getting hot but she didn't seem to notice. She handed him her cell phone.
End Ch. 2 (: