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A/N: Hey pplz! Thank you to the following for reviewing because I really appreciate it (If I skip anyone one sorry. These are the people who had reviewed last time I checked before I updated):
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Jamest36: Thanks for pointing that out! I didn't notice I had spelled Blossom wrong. I'm normally a good speller. It's just the little words that get me! Isn't that weird? I'm just backwards like that. ^_~
Maggs_baby: Yeah, I don't think I've seen any other fics with Bloss as a punk. I just got the idea in my head and thought "Cool!". Thanks. Hope you keep reading. ^_^
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A/N 2: BTW, I have a longer summary for this in my bio and if anyone would like me to e-mail them when I update, say so. K? Now to the fic…
Love Can Heal A Broken Heart: The Story of Blossum
Chapter 1: Sad Memories and Tears of Pain
Narrarator: The city of Townsville! It is a peaceful city with three peaceful…oh…wait, I forgot about Blossum. Our brainy, sweet, innocent Blossom has turned into a punk. In light of this news, I can only say it is a peaceful city with two peaceful protectors and one…well…punk. It is the first day of junior year at Pokey Oaks High School for the three PPG and all are excitedly getting ready.
Bubbles smiles and excitedly jumps out of her blue canopy bed.
"I love mornings!" She exclaims on the way to her closet. Bubbles puts on her pre-chosen outfit for the day. She has chosen a dark blue, short dress with a white sheer over shirt. She fixes her hair and applies her make-up with a big smile. Bubbles is about to leave her and her sisters' room when she realizes that she's forgotten about her shoes and back pack. With a smile, she lightly smacks herself in the head for being so careless. Racing to her closet she sighs as she realizes she has no clue as to what pair of shoes she wants to wear.
"Hmmm…" Bubbles examines the wide variety of footwear and suddenly exclaims, "I know!" Diving into the back of her closet she triumphantly pulls out a pair of white, strappy heels. Pulling them on over her blue sparkly toenails she squeals in delight at her outfit, which is perfect for the first day of school.
Simultaneously…
Buttercup groggily rises from her green canopy bed and scowls at the sun shining out the window. She stumbles over to her respective closet and chooses a pair of baggy blue jeans with camouflage patches and a camouflage tee shirt with bold black letters that say "ARMY".
"I hate mornings." Buttercup grumbles, lacing up her black boots. Combing her hair with one hand she grabs her backpack with the other and drops it by the door. She grabs her dog tags, which say "Buttercup" and "Don't mess with me". Then she puts on her letter jacket, for which she has lettered in every sport. Normally she wouldn't have gotten the jacket, but it was silver and black and desired by every student in the girls' high school who didn't own one. Therefore Buttercup just had to wear it, to gloat.
Simultaneously…
Blossom sits up and crawls to the end of her red and pink canopy bed and climbs onto the floor. She sighs and scowls at the sunny morning as she trudges toward her closet.
"I hate mornings." Blossom groans simultaneously with Buttercup. It was one of the only rituals they had maintained since elementary school. Ever since second grade, she and Buttercup had said the exact same words at the exact same time. While of course, Bubbles said "I love mornings!"
Blossom opens her closet and chooses a pair of fitted, boot cut, hip hugger, black, leather pants and a cropped red halter with the word "HOT" in script on the front, glittering and surrounded by flames, and on the back it said "Think you can handle me? Think again!" in black with the last statement in bold. Blossom fixes her hair and shoves on her red cap. She never took off her earrings, she never does, or her necklaces so all that remains for her to do is put on her boots and black leather jacket.
Narrarator: Well, Bubbles is getting ready excitedly. Blossom and Buttercup are getting ready begrudgingly. However, it's a sunny morning and the perfect day for the first day of the school year. Even if two of our girls don't think so…
Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup all land smoothly in front of the school. Bubbles adjusts her dress, Buttercup taps her foot impatiently, and Blossom fixes her cap, making sure it won't slip off.
"I swear, Blossom, you're obsessive about that cap of yours." Buttercup mutters.
"No, I'm not." Blossom retorts defensively. Buttercup raises an eyebrow mischievously. Suddenly, Buttercup flies away top speed, with Blossom's cap. Blossom gasps and rockets after her with a murderous look in her pink eyes. Blossom overtakes Buttercup like she's standing still and yanks the cap away from her, shoving her sister hardly in the other direction. Blossom cradles the cap to her chest and free falls, stopping herself just before she hits the steps at the front of the school. She touches down lightly, stepping onto one foot and then onto the other still clutching the cap to her chest. Then she runs to the girl's bathroom and shuts herself inside a stall. Once the door was locked she let a tear fall loose and kissed the cap's brim.
"Never." She whispers softly. "Never." Blossom repeats, choking down tears. She quickly composes herself and wipes her eyes. Placing the cap snugly on her head she plastered a "What are you looking at?" expression on her face. She approached the mirror, fixed her make-up, and exited the ladies' room. Reaching into her backpack, she pulled out her schedule, which she had received yesterday. "First, Algebra 2. Great." Blossom groans. Math happens to be her least favorite subject. Of course, school had lacked any interest for her ever since she had become a punk. That started when…Blossom didn't like to think about it, but her mind flashed back nevertheless and she stopped cold in the hall.
Roughly four years ago…
Beep, beep, beep. Blossom looks up as the hotline beeps. She rushes to the phone and picks it up.
"Yes, Mayor?" she asks.
"Blossom, there's an army of monster's attacking Townsville! There are hundreds of them! You girls need to hurry! The city will be demolished in moments!" the Mayor exclaimed. Blossom rolled her eyes. The mayor exaggerated too much. Still, even he could count to two so there must be more than one. Blossom flew upstairs to where her sisters where lounging around, completely bored.
"Girls, there are monster's attacking Townsville. We got to go." Blossom orders them. Buttercup and Bubbles nod and the three blast out the window at top speed. "The mayor said there was an entire army of them, so be prepared for more than one." Blossom adds.
However, when the girls reach Townsville, Blossom discovers that the mayor was not exaggerating. The city is totally ablaze and most of it is in ruins. Most of Townsville is in rubble on the ground. The flames flicker and devour buildings as the girls look on and horror. Monsters are filling the city, or what's left of it, and there seems to be no end to them. The PPG fly in and Blossum begins barking out orders. Blossom calls the professor and tells him to evacuate any people he can find out of the city and o safety. Meanwhile, Blossom, Buttercup, and Bubbles are trying to get rid of the monsters. Each girl takes on one at a time, but they keep coming.
Finally, hours later, there seem to be only five or six monsters left. The PPG are exhausted and Buttercup is seriously wounded, but the monsters had stopped coming. There were only a few left.
"Bubbles, take care of Buttercup. I'll finish these monsters alone." Blossom orders. Bubbles opens her mouth to protest, but Blossom yells, "Now!" Bubbles nods and flies away, carrying the unconscious Buttercup. Blossom does a 10 kick punch combo to one monster and finishes him of with a laser beam to an open wound. The monster falls and Blossom moves onto the next one. This one is healthy and completely untouched. Blossom does a 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 upper cut and flying kick combo and follows that by grabbing his tail and executing a flying toss. The monster vanishes into the sky and Blossom moves on to the next one. It hits her a few times with its spiked tail and Blossom weaves in and out to avoid it. Blossom hits it with her lasers a few times while dodging and freezes his tail with her ice breath. Then she does a sixteen kick, jab combo and fires her laser beams at the largest of its three eyes. The monster howls in pain and anger and stumbles backwards. Suddenly Blossom sees the professor behind the monster. However, she sees too late and the monster collapses on top of him. "NO!" she yells in anguish. Then she crumples to the ground like a rag doll and grieves over her loss.
In the present…
Blossom awakens to a bright light over her head and groans. She blinks until everything looks normal and discovers she's lying down on a cold leathery bed. Blossom shifts and sees that she's in the nurse's office. The nurse looks over and flocks to her like a mother hen.
"Blossom, dear, you're awake! Are you all right?" Nurse Amy sticks a thermometer in her mouth and checks her pulse. As soon as she takes the thermometer out of her mouth Blossom tries to sit up.
"What happened? How did I get here?" Blossom asks. Nurse Amy smiles sweetly and sits back at her desk, apparently satisfied with Blossom's current condition.
"You passed out darling," Nurse Amy answers. "Though I haven't the foggiest notion why. You don't have a fever, you're not clammy, you don't appear to be sick at all." Nurse Amy adds. "But that doesn't matter. What matters is that you're all right. As to how you got here, a young man dropped you off. Apparently he found you in the hallway." Nurse Amy pauses, "I believe his name was Roger." Blossom lies back down and groans.
Of course it would have to be him. Blossom grimaces sourly. He had been chasing her since freshman year and she had been running away from him since freshman year. Not only was he selfish, greedy, cruel, and self-centered, but he was bossy. Blossom refused to associate with him, even though he was very good looking. She was pretty much the only girl, other than Bubbles and Buttercup, in the whole city who had rejected him. The thought of him touching her made her want to be sick.
"I think I'm ready to go to class, Nurse Amy." Blossom says, climbing off of the bed and walking over to her desk. "What period is it?"
"Second in two minutes. If you feel bad later, come back and see me." Nurse Amy instructs handing her a pass to get to class just in case she didn't make it. Blossom nods and quickly exits the room. She hurries up the stairs to her next class, Chemistry. Why do I have all of the worst classes in the morning? Blossom entered the classroom just as the bell rang and headed to the back row. She chose the seat in the corner and prepared herself for another boring class.
After school…
"How was your day, Buttercup?" Bubbles asks as the trio exit the school. Buttercup glances at Blossom.
"Well, it started off pretty badly, but after lunch it was just like any other school day." Buttercup answers. Bubbles looks at Buttercup questioningly, but is silenced by her.
"Sorry about this morning, Buttercup." Blossom apologizes. "This cap is special to me," She adds. Buttercup and Bubbles have prodded her before about why the cap means so much to her, but she refuses to say. So Bubbles and Buttercup shrug, deciding to change the subject.
"We gonna fly home today or walk?" Bubbles asks. Blossom and Buttercup think for a minute and both take off giggling. "Hey, wait for me!" Bubbles calls, speeding after them. The PPG giggle as they race home. Blossom reaches it first and screeches to a halt at the door. The door is shredded and splinters of wood surround it. Blossom races inside to inspect the damage. There's glass everywhere and almost everything is damaged if not ruined. Soon Buttercup and Bubbles enter the destroyed home and gasp. Blossom wordlessly flies down to the old lab. It's in ruins. It had never looked so bad except for when…Blossom shakes her head pushing away the painful memories that flood her.
Days after the professor's death…
A somber Bubbles and a somber Buttercup sit in the living room, watching television. They stare blankly at the television with hollow eyes. They stare at the blank screen, not noticing that the TV isn't even on. Both are wearing all black in grieving for the professor. Then they both hear a crash coming from below them. Bubbles and Buttercup slowly float down the hall to the door that led to the lab. They open it and descend down the stairs to witness a disaster. Broken glass is everywhere and there are chemical stains and burn marks on the walls and floor. In the middle of it stands Blossum, who is also wearing black. She holds a beaker, which she promptly throws at the wall, shattering the beaker and causing a small explosion. Blossom doesn't seem to notice it or her sisters.
"It's not fair!" Blossom yells. "Why did you take him away?" Blossom screams at nothing, shattering another beaker. Her appearance is ragged and she turns slightly to find something else to throw. "I hate you! I hate you, professor! I hate you! I hate you!" Blossom screeches, shoving over a huge computer. Tears stream down her face and sobs wrack her body. "I hate you." Blossom says, with a raw throat, pounding on the wall. "I hate you." She whimpers. Then she sinks to the floor and sobs uncontrollably. Bubbles and Buttercup float to Blossom and land beside her. They both embrace her and at first she weakly pushes them away. Then she clings to them and the trio cry together.
Present time…
Blossom wakes up, lying down on the floor of the lab. She groggily sits up and brushes tiny shards of glass out of her hair and off of her clothing. She looks around the lab and flashes of the memories plague her mind. She shakes her head and manages to repress them for the moment. A thought strikes Blossom and she rockets out of the lab towards her room at amazing speed.
"No, please! Anything but that! Anything but-" Blossom stops in the doorway. Her room is totally wrecked. Blossom races towards her drawers that are lying on the floor. She runs to one and starts throwing clothes out of it. Bubbles and Buttercup enter the room and check their belongings. Blossom tears through her clothes and tears trickle down her face. "Please, please, PLEASE!" Blossom pleads desperately. Bubbles and Buttercup sit beside her with anguished looks on their faces as well.
"Is it there?" Bubbles asks timidly. Blossom doesn't answer she doesn't need to. Blossom continues to dig and emits a cry of pain. She takes out her finger; it has a small deep cut and it bleeding. Blossom begins to cry and Bubbles follows suit. Blossom digs in, ignoring the glass shards cutting her hands and finally brings out a small pouch. "That's not ours," Bubbles remarks sadly. Blossom opens it and small pieces of some kind of paper litter out. Only one piece is big enough to see anything. Blossum examines it and sobs.
"It's the picture. It's ruined." Blossom whimpers. Then she and her sisters cry and hug each other. The litter of paper is a ruined photograph. The only one of the professor and the girls together that had been left. The girls cry in loss and Blossom forgets about her hands, which have numerous cuts and streams of blood running down them, dripping on the ruins of the photograph.
Narrarator: (sadly) Awwwwww. Our poor girls. The only picture of them with the professor, demolished. Please don't cry girls. Please don't cry. sniff I have something in my sniff eye, please excuse me. Sound of nose being blown Our poor, poor girls. sniff They've had it so rough already and now this. That's not right. Whoever trashed their home should be ashamed! The person must really have it in for our girls. Could it be a new enemy? Or someone returned? Who knows? Not me.
The next morning…
Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup get ready for school just like they always do. However, all are remarkably quiet other than the monotone "I hate mornings." from Buttercup and Blossom and the unenthusiastic "I love mornings." from Bubbles. All lack zeal and are slightly depressed. The house has been fixed up mostly, but there are still a few things ruined. Some that can never be replaced…
None of them speak of the previous day and they eat breakfast in silence. Even Bubbles looks sullen and lacks her usual pep. Her dark blue dress completely matches her mood. Bubbles stares at her grapefruit and plays with eat hardly eating any.
Buttercup is frowning, but not grumpily like she usually does. She eats an extra bowl of cereal and drinks an extra glass of orange juice. Depression has the opposite effect on Buttercup than her sisters.
Blossom had worn the cap in her sleep last night. While she fixed her hair, she had hugged it to her chest with one arm and fixed the ponytail with the other. Blossom's only comfort object, the ragged dark red hat. Bubbles and Buttercup wonder about her sentiment for the cap, but are too depressed to press the subject at the moment. Blossom just sits at the table and leans on it, staring into space.
"Blossom, you need to eat." Bubbles tells Blossom. Blossom doesn't respond. It appears that she hasn't even heard the statement. "Blossom, you're already really thin. You need to eat." Bubbles adds. Bubbles used to be the most petite, but over the years Blossom had surpassed her. All of the depression had taken its toll on her and whenever she was really depressed she refused to eat, barely slept, hardly talked, cried a lot, and didn't respond to hardly anything. Mostly she just stared into space, like she was now. Blossom has dark circles under eyes, looking as if she smeared her eyeliner under them. "Blossom, you didn't sleep last night, did you?" Bubbles asks. Again, Blossom doesn't respond. However, Bubbles doesn't need her to confirm it. She can tell when Blossom hasn't slept. Blossom usually preferred not sleeping though. When she did sleep she almost always had nightmares about the professor's death. Except, some nights she had peaceful dreams of a red-haired boy comforting her…
At lunch…
Blossom sighs and deposits her money in the vending machine. She hears a few ka chunks and booms, then nothing. With a quizzical look, she bends over and inspects the empty area where her soda should be. The redhead frowns and lightly bangs on the machine. Still nothing happens. She narrows her eyes at it and hits it harder. Still nothing happens. Then she hits it hard, not hard enough to break it, but hard enough to damage it a little.
"Give me my damn soda!" Blossom growls through clenched teeth. Suddenly, without even touching it, the machine produces her soda. Blossom looks at it, thinking it's a hallucination. Then she reaches down and grabs it. It's actually there. She picks it up and shrugs indifferently. Then out of the corner of her eye, she sees a flash of red hair. Blossom whips around and for a split second she sees a red headed boy walking away and turning around the corner with his hands in his pockets. Blossom darts after him, but when she turns the corner the hallway is empty.
Am I hallucinating? This is way too weird…
Where Bubbles and Buttercup are sitting…
"Buttercup, why do you think Blossom ran around that corner like that?" Bubbles asks before taking another bite of her sandwich. Buttercup hesitates to swallow a bite of her lunch.
"I don't know." Buttercup answers. "Who knows why Blossom does any of the weird things she does?" Buttercup inquires sarcastically. Bubbles frowns and continues to eat her lunch. Buttercup glances at her and sighs. "I'm sorry, Bubbles. I'm just a little edgy right now." Bubbles nods and happily finishes her sandwich.
During sixth period…
Blossom sits at her desk, tapping her pencil. She glances down at her watch and wonders why she should have to take History. She's a super heroine for crying out loud! Why should she and her sisters have to attend boring classes at a boring school? Blossom looks up and suddenly the same red haired boy from before appears. He floats behind the teacher and mimics her movements with exaggeration. Then he puts bunny ears on her and makes silly faces. Blossom stifles a giggle and he smiles at her. Then he winks and disappears. Blossom frowns, bored again.
After school…
Blossom shuts her locker and pulls on her backpack. Walking down the hallway, she tries to make sense of what happened earlier. First she thought she saw a red haired boy at lunch and then again in History.
Was he really a hallucination, or something else? Maybe a ghost? Nah, that's ridiculous. Blossom looks up and sees him again, only now he's leaning against the lockers. He winks at her again and fades away slowly. Blossom runs to him, but when she gets there he's gone. Blossom frowns and walks away sadly. She meets her sisters on the steps in front of the school.
"Is something wrong, Blossom?" Buttercup asks.
"Yeah, you look depressed." Bubbles tells her. Blossom looks at them and smiles weakly.
"I guess I'm just still a little depressed about the photograph." Blossom lies. Then she takes off into the sky, leaving her sisters behind her. Her mind wanders back to the times she saw the redhead and she doesn't pay attention to where she's flying.
"Bloss, watch out!" a voice yells. Blossom blinks and pulls up just in time to avoid hitting a telephone pole. She stops and just levitates; looking around wildly to see whom the voice belonged too. It sounded slightly familiar. Blossom shakes her head and continues home.
Narrarator: How strange! Who is the redheaded boy who keeps appearing to Blossom? Or is he just an illusion? Maybe we'll find out tomorrow…