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Author's Note: Contact me at theak472@aol.com.
Thanks again to Sh'moona. Don't worry, the action's coming soon. I don't expect
this one to be particularly long.
Maybe I'm Twisted
by Rey
Chapter 5 - Mealtime Dilemma
"Brunch is better than breakfast. People fall in love over brunch, you
know."
The six of
them flew over Townsville, creating a rainbow of colors which seemed to fall and
fade from the sky like golden rain. Blossom flew up front alone, leading the way
for their cavalcade, Bubbles after her, with Butch following. Boomer was second
to last, with Brick and Buttercup together bringing up the rear.
Blossom,
whose hair bow fluttered as she flew, had, strangely, a scowl on her face. Buttercup
went and brought back one of our strongest enemies, and she says they're nice,
huh? Nice, my... In her mind, she used a word that she normally wouldn't
have out loud. Oh, dear... They're beginning to affect me already.
Bubbles
was happily chattering away to a Butch who flew alongside, though he didn't
appear to be listening. "And then we went to the park, an'
Buttercup went and sat by herself on her favorite tree an' me an' Blossom played
ball -"
"Football?" Butch perked slightly, trying to humor Bubbles. He glanced
towards her, adopted an expression of interest, and she smiled at him.
"Nuh,
we played catch with a beach ball, but I don't mind playing football with
Buttercup. She always wins an' stuff, though."
Butch
chuckled slightly, turning his eyes back down to the buildings that they passed.
"Huh. Cute. Maybe we can have a game some time, the six of us. Not
football, since you don't seem to like it."
"Okay!" Bubbles giggled, as her usual cheerful self.
Boomer, a
yard or two behind them, seemed rather sulky. Or at least thoughtful. He
streaked along, a slight frown on his face. Yeah, well, like I said. The
hell do these girlies know?
Buttercup,
who had more or less gotten over her embarrassment, was opening up to Brick.
"And then I mixed it all together and you guys came out..."
Brick laughed to
himself quietly. "Yeah, I know what happens from there. Anyway, have you
figured out the reason why we 'xploded last time I remember?"
Buttercup
shrugged, doing a half barrel roll to continue flying on her back, adopting a
relaxed posture. "Dunno still, but maybe it's 'cause we were nice to you
guys. Didn't seem like you enjoyed it very much, anyway."
"Yeah, well,
who'da figured? I mean, we exploded, no big deal." Brick smirked sideways
at her, Buttercup simply rolling her eyes.
Blossom
interrupted their conversation by calling back, "We're home!" and
plummeting downwards towards the Utonium household. One by one, like fighter
jets answering a radio order, they each took the plunge.
Once all six of
them had touched down safely, Blossom, who had her hands on her hips, exclaimed,
"Alright, then. Bubbles and I will go in to get you boys some brunch, and
you boys will stay out he ~"
"Hey, who
are you to order us around?" Boomer impulsively snapped.
Blossom frowned.
"Unless you don't want brunch, you should stay outside. The Professor's
having a nice quiet day inside and he would object if you came in to ravage the
house and he wouldn't give you b ~"
Butch interrupted
her, "Yeah, alright. I'm starving. Shut up, Boomer," he glared
sideways. Boomer muttered to himself, looking away.
"W-well...
Okay..." Bubbles smiled nervously. "Buttercup, keep an eye on them,
okay?"
"..Mhm,"
Buttercup shrugged, as if she wasn't really paying attention to Bubbles. It did
indeed appear as if all her attention was focused on gazing at Brick, who
studied her carefully with a smile.
"Yeah, I'll
help you keep my bro's in line," Brick pronounced, reaching over to touch
Buttercup's cheek. Behind him, Boomer gagged, and Butch stuck a finger down his
throat.
Blossom appeared
impervious to their reactions, but Bubbles giggled and waved at them.
"We'll be right back!" And streaks of baby blue and pink disappeared
into the house.
"Come on,
dude," Boomer yanked on Butch's sleeve. "We'll leave the lovers
alone," he scowled, laying emphasis heavily on the word 'lovers'. But neither Buttercup
nor Brick responded.
In the kitchen,
Blossom pulled bread out of the cupboards. "How about sandwiches?"
Bubbles giggled
brightly, taking out a jar of peanut butter and some grape jelly. "Yeah!
Peanut butter and jelly, mm."
The pair set
about making the sandwiches.
"Brick?" Buttercup said, after a while of them sitting side by side on
the Utonium front lawn, admiring the blue sky. She reached to lay a hand on his
shoulder, and smile. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Try
me," He glanced to her, tilting his head slowly, and smiling back.
"Well,
um..." Buttercup turned her eyes back to the sky, a slight blush reaching
her cheeks. "I was wondering... if... you liked me?"
"Kind of
soon to be asking that, Bee-Cee," Brick grinned slyly, "But yeah, I
guess I do. Kinda. You're cute," He said, tweaking her cheek.
Buttercup
laughed softly, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Thanks. You're cute
too."
"Brunch
is served!" Bubbles beamed, streaking out with a tray of sandwiches and a
picnic table cloth, Blossom following behind with some Pepsi. They spread out
the food, Boomer and Butch hurrying to feed themselves. Brick and Buttercup took
their time, though, arriving after Brick's two brothers had eaten three
sandwiches each. Blossom winced, watching them.
"Boys,
don't you have any table manners?" She snapped.
"Skrrnf,"
Boomer mumbled through a full mouth. "Noo. Good food."
"Sskryeah."
Butch agreed.
Bubbles
frowned, hovering down to them. "If you're going to eat around us, you
haffta eat like normal people."
"Nnph.
Stupid blon -" Butch began, but he was cut short by Boomer elbowing him
hard.
"Hmrrph."
Boomer glanced up, scowling slightly. "Fine. You want us to do what? Eat
slowly? Chew our food two hundred times?"
Brick flew
across, smacking the back of Boomer's head, grabbing a drink, and landing in
front of the tray of sandwiches, across from his brothers. "Even chewing it
at all would be too hard for you."
"Yeah,
well," Butch smirked at Brick, "Not all of us are weaklings that spend
all their time readin' sh_t books on manners, yanno."
Buttercup
landed next to Brick, her sisters landing to complete their small party. "I
could take you on, Butch."
"Oh
yeah? Bring it."
"...
Right after brunch," Buttercup grinned.
Bubbles'
brow creased into a frown, laying a hand on Butch's shoulder. "Don't fight
with him, Buttercup, it wouldn't be very nice at all." Butch winced,
tucking his head down into his shoulders, attempting to hide his reddening
cheeks.
"Um...
Bubbles, do you mind?" He grated. Bubbles blinked at him, removing her hand
to take a sandwich and begin eating neatly. Buttercup, a seat away from them,
snickered, but otherwise was silent. She didn't feel like embarrassing Butch
further, no matter how satisfying it would have been. Not at that moment,
anyway.
Rey: Nope. It wasn't long at
all. I won't be submitting many (if at all) fics/chapters for the next week and
a half, or so. Major exams coming up. After that period, I'll be back in
writing. Thanks for reading.