Author's Note: I'm sorry for the wait…again. I hope it wasn't as long as last time, but writer's block caught up with me again…somewhat anyway. I know what I want to happen and what not, but you know…I had midterms to deal with when it came to my dreaded Global History class (The teacher is CRAZY!!!) and now, I have a regents to prepare for…and I passed my dear MATH test, with a 82 % (usually it's worse. Math is my worse subject) I still don't know what I have for Science and well…life is crazy…on with the story.
Chapter Seven
Teresa was sitting in the arms of the boy that stole her heart and didn't give it back. Bryan looked back at her and smiled. This was who he came for, because he wasn't going to stay in this town where everything was all excessively…nice. It was so nice that you heard the birds sing from their nests and whatnot. In Brooklyn, the only birds there were pigeons, and even then, they don't sing-they cry and hustle to hold their own like every other resident there.
"So, how the hell did you take living in this messed up town?" he said, with an impish grin,
"Actually, it's not as bad as it looks." She answered, looking back at him, "How were you holding up back home?"
Bryan smiled as she mentioned being home. Although she lived in Townsville, she didn't forget her roots. He loved that about her, along with everything else about her character.
"Cool." He said, "In fact, I wanted to ask you something."
"What?"
"If you had the chance, would you go back?"
Teresa sat and thought about the alternative. While she did, she looked at his eyes and noticed something. They were almost like…
"Bryan?"
"What?"
"What happened to you?" she said, noting that he was also noticeably strong in the muscles. She ran her hands up and down his arms and looked in his eyes that were shaped like her recent crush's and his brothers.
That was it!
But how?
"What you mean…"
"Bryan, don't try to bullshit me." Teresa snapped, "There's boys around here with these same features and they were born with it. How did you get them?"
"On the ball are we?" he said with a chuckle, "Well, remember the old Cutler labs?"
"Yeah. We lived right next to them."
"Well, this is what happened…"
*Flashback*
Bryan walked up towards the lab, wanting to start some trouble with the old heads that ran the place. He slipped through the big metal doors with his water balloons and ran past the security without breaking a sweat. He walked down the halls of the laboratory and tried to figure out what he wanted to do first. He wanted to do something quick and painless, but funny so he could laugh and make a quick exit.
He walked through the halls, going through the floors, until he reached a door named Cutler, written with black bold letters in front of gold. He broke through the locked door with a credit card he stole from a girl in school and then swiped it through, budging the lock, and popping the door open.
"Damn. That was too easy." He said, smirking to himself,
He explored the office for awhile, looking at all of the awards and plaques and trophies Cutler had until he looked over towards Cutler's desk and noticed that there was a metal box sitting on top of the desk with a 'DO NOT OPEN' sign on it. Curiosity taking him over, the young teen walked over and opened the box to notice they were filled with vials that were filled with a black liquid.
"Damn. What was he makin'?" he said, smirking, "Black berry juice or some shit?"
He chuckled as he opened the bottle and drunk the contents of the bottle in one slow gulp. Seconds passed when the teen felt his throat go tight and his muscles start contracting. He let out a scream and crushed the bottle in his hand, trying to find an outlet for the pain he was experiencing. Before he could sense he was doing so, Bryan had fainted on the floor of that office, falling into a deep sleep.
Hours later, he was found and taken back home without no apparent questioning. His parents didn't think anything of his visit there either. It was Bryan that would later notice the changes in his physique, his eye shape and color, and his immunity. Days later, he noticed his strength was multiplied and all he'd have to do to make himself that much stronger was work out.
It later struck to Bryan that he was probably strong enough to avenge the embarrassment he went through when Bruiser Plutonia, his enemy, threw him up against the wall of the class they used to share without any other thought. That was what made him find out where he had gone through the word of the streets, and get there…for the respectable person nagging at his mind, and in his heart.
*End of Flashback*
Teresa looked at him stunned.
"Damn." She said after a beat, "I didn't know it was all that…"
It was then that Teresa sat there and thought over everything that went on in her mind.
"Sweetie…I heard some kid beat up another boy named Brick around here. I wonder if that was you?"
"If it was, so what?"
"Bryan!" Teresa said, slapping at him, "What's wrong with you?"
"I wanted answers." He snapped, "He looked somewhat like me, so…"
"You beat the fuck out of him for no good reason, now he's probably gonna be after your ass for the rest of the year."
"No. He can't beat me. He hardly survived when I fought him."
"Actually, if that's the case, why isn't he dead?" Teresa asked him, "Besides, you could've just asked him…"
Bryan then went quiet and then looked at the girl he fell in love with that was snubbed out of his reach. That bought him back to his first question.
"You didn't answer my question Teresa…" he started, and she looked up at him and then raised her brow. Then when the question hit her, she smiled.
"Would I go back to Brooklyn? I don't know…I mean, I would, but my parents aren't going to let me go back. Why don't you stay here?"
"There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna be up in this bitch…" he said, "Look at how corny everything is…"
"Please Bryan?" she said, looking up in his blue eyes, "I…missed you."
Bryan gave a small smile while taking his hand and stroking it across her face.
"I missed you too." He said, "But I don't think I can take this shit…"
"Bryan…please? For me?" she said in her little baby voice that usually won him over. Teresa wasn't sure if that still worked though, but she was about to find out.
"Sweetie…I have things to do and then I have to go back home. I didn't leave here on a free ticket."
"Listen. If you go back to Brooklyn, you won't go through anything but trouble." Teresa said, "Look at the Plutonia's father…they're gone…"
"Look Teresa…" he said, cutting her off, "I'm not that man. He got killed over pussy. Pussy he ain't even want. Pussy that wasn't his…"
"Bryan that's not the point. People were still jealous of him. There could be ANY reason to get killed out there. Any. You should've known that before you did what you had no business doing."
"That was then, this is now. Now, I won't get hurt by a mere bullet…in the right spots, I won't be thrown into any damn walls, because I'm going to show that punk he ain't shit."
"So you really didn't come here for me at all." Teresa said, looking at him with burning rage in her eyes that was outlined with hurt. Bryan sighed and then
ran his hand along her face while she tried to pull herself away.
"Yes I did. I just came to either get you or be with you and take care of that Bruiser kid."
"Bruiser? That's who you want?" she said, and then shook her head,
"Yeah." He said, smirking, "Why? You know him?"
"Yeah. I have a class with him…" she started but then looked back at her boyfriend, "That doesn't matter. What do you want from me Bryan?"
"Nothing." He said, "Because I changed my mind. I'm going to try to pull some strings to stay here. I missed you Reese…"
Teresa smiled at her pet name that Bryan had for her and then leaned in to look straight into his eyes. They were an electric blue. Not navy blue like Boomer's or baby blue like Bubbles, but a bright, brilliant blue.
"Show me." She said, before Bryan's took her lips in a kiss that blew her away. She felt as if she fell back in love all over again without so much as a thought. The love that she had been waiting for had come back to her, and she hoped that he'd stay with her-always.
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Bruiser stood in front of his door, trying to figure out if it really took that long for a girl to answer the door. He had been waiting for a complete minute, and to him, that was too long. When Blossom finally answered it, he walked in and thanked her for finally answering the door. She had explained the reason why.
"Buttercup could've easily gotten it, but she's…you'll see." Blossom explained with a sly grin,
"Oh." He said, smirking, waiting to see what his companion maybe wearing, "So, you ever apologized to Butch for muffing him like that."
"No." Blossom said, getting a little red in the face again, "There's no way in hell I'm gonna apologize for shit."
"Yikes." He said, "Ain't that harsh?"
"I've done worse to him. Believe me." Blossom answered, slightly giggling to herself, "I can tell you the time when…"
Blossom, within the time it took her to start and finish, it being ten minutes, she had Bruiser on the floor laughing about the whole story. He was laughing so hard that he didn't even notice Buttercup standing at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a tight black denim dress that hugged her deep curves and her round behind. On her feet were white sneakers with socks of that color to match. Unbeknownst to Bruiser, he started to water a little in the mouth at the sight of her.
"How do I look Blossom?" Buttercup asked with that deep attitude laced in her voice,
"More like a female." She said, with a smirk, showing her complete approval. Buttercup flipped her the bird and walked up to Bruiser, with a smirk,
"Ready?"
"Ever since the time I rang the doorbell." He said, and then walked over with her. He turned his head back to see Blossom, and acknowledged her by
nodding his head.
"Later!" she screamed as the couple went out the door.
Seconds later Bubbles walked down the stairs and stood by her sister with a smile.
"So Blossom, how do you like it?"
"I thought you did a good job."
"Cool." She answered, throwing her arm around her shoulder, "How much you bet after today she'll start wearing dresses?"
"Seems like a close tie." Blossom said, "But I'd bet anything she would."
Bubbles laughed and then looked over at her. "You apologized to…"
"No way in hell this time…" Blossom answered as Bubbles laughed. Her sister was too much. But she loved her and Buttercup with all her heart. That's all she could do, no matter what.
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"You know…it's not as bad as you think…"
"Shut up."
Bruiser was trying his best to compliment her on the dress without going all out to say she looked sexy, but he found out he most likely had to-to get her to shut up about it.
"I hate it." She complained,
"Really?" he said, "Why?"
"It's…I just hate it!" she answered,
"So you think." He answered, smirking to himself, "You really do look nice in it if I do say so myself."
"Well you ain't sayin' it, so shut up." Buttercup said, slightly blushing.
"It's not bad. It's good. Better yet, you should wear stuff like this more often." He said, looking at her with an impish grin. Buttercup looked back him with a half smile and then shook her head,
"If you say so."
"I just did. Now you shut up." Bruiser said, as Buttercup looked back up at him and smirked.
"Make me." She rebutted, not thinking about who she was talking to,
"Why not?" he said, and then, without hesitation, picked her up by her hips and sat her on a car, placing his lips on hers, making her melt like putty in his hand. Buttercup put her arms around his neck and continued and played along with his little charade until she found herself being carried in his arms and looking down at the street. Oddly enough, she felt weird being carried by another person, probably because she never experienced it.
"Bruiser? I can fly you know?" she said, looking up at him, as he looked back down at her with a smirk,
"And?" he asked, giving her a rhetorical question he didn't want answered, so Buttercup just got used to the feeling until she noticed that they weren't going anywhere near the movie theater.
"Cutie?"
"Sweetie?"
"What about the movie?"
Bruiser didn't answer her. Instead, he flew her to that same meadow that seemed to be becoming their favorite area. He passed the spot where they had both messed it up to a more greener and comfortable side. He laid her on the ground, with him hovering over her and then smirked down at her.
"What did you say?"
"What about the movie?" she said, as Bruiser kissed along her collarbone, stopping at her neck. Buttercup gave a soft moan as he started to kiss there again. He assaulted that spot until he was sure she would forget what she was thinking about. When he looked at her, he leered on down towards her and then grinned.
"You were
saying sweetie?"
Buttercup looked at him with a frustrated face and then shook her head. She ran her leg somewhat from his ankle, past his thigh, but stopping before she reached his privates. She looked from him towards down there and then gave him a look Bruiser found terribly sexy.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me…or else." Buttercup commanded flippantly, with a grin on her face that made Bruiser really think about her intentions. He could both kiss her and please her, or end up fighting her and messing up her clothes…but as he looked at her, he knew that she was serious about the ultimatum she gave him. The sweet ultimatum. So he obliged. What choice could be better when it came to Buttercup? Neither, but his hormones raged at the moment. Why ignore them?
~~~~~~~
Blossom stood at her front door, with a smirk plastered on her face. She would've laughed but couldn't. Her boyfriend was actually on his knees asking for forgiveness.
"Pinkie…you know I love you." He said, "You know I really do."
"I know that but you need to stop pestering me all the time." She answered, as she looked at him, "Stand up before I start to laugh."
She gave a small giggle despite herself as she walked in the house, Butch in tow, and closed the door behind her. She didn't get the chance to turn before she felt Butch's arms plastered behind her waist. Blossom felt his tongue start to nibble at her ear and she could've died. How long was it since he last did that? Oh yeah, hours. Hours before they met each other at their lunch period and then got into their little spat. Blossom sat and remembered when they had more serious ones and how they wouldn't apologize for the life of either of them. Or Blossom at least.
"I'm really sorry Pinkie." He said, as he started to kiss along her neck,
"Yeah Butch. I know." She replied, turning around so she could look at his face, "You know I missed you right?"
"Why wouldn't you?" he said with a smirk as Blossom mirrored the look on his face,
"Because you were an asshole. Why else Stupid?" Blossom asked as Butch chuckled and kissed her on the lips.
"Who knows?" he said, "Where's Buttercup?"
"Out." Blossom said, kissing him on the lips, walking and pulling him closer towards the stairway,
"What about Bubbles?"
"Went to see Boomer." She said as she grinned deeper,
"What about…"
Blossom cut him off with another kiss as pulled Butch up the stairway.
"It's just me, you and my bedroom." She said, with a grin. Butch grinned back.
"Really?" he said, with a roughish grin, "I like the sound of that."
"I knew you would." She answered, as she leant up to give him another kiss. That would be the last kiss she gave him while she stood, because she was under him, with only the feel of his tongue swirling around hers and her arms around his neck clinging on as they kissed passionately.
Blossom thought countless times, believe it or not, about making the 'home-run' with her boyfriend, although she just thought it was hormones talking to her. At one point she doesn't see it as a bad idea, but then again, even though they were in love, it didn't seal the fate of them staying together. She noticed that Butch was beating around the bush, bringing the subject up, and that had first made her think of it. Surprisingly, Butch wasn't pressuring her, he just bought it up as an idea and had told her when she was ready, she could tell him. She liked the way that sounded, but at the moment in time, with the way things were going between them, she thought it'd be better to wait. Besides, she was hardly keeping up her schoolwork and getting a little reckless with him just to make out. What would happen if they went all the way?
Butch was kissing her and was idly wondering what she was thinking. He knew he struck a cord with her, but that's what usually happens, except that she always came back apologizing. He felt he needed to reach a new level of maturity and apologize to Blossom the other time around. He loved her like no other, and wanted to do her right by all standards.
Yeah, he thought about it too, and knew he was ready. Hell, just about any male is. But he was waiting for her, and would wait until he got an answer and wouldn't pressure it. Moreover, he felt that she was worth waiting for. If he waited almost sixteen years of his life to meet her, then what was the big deal for waiting a few more?
Butch let go as he stared into her eyes and smiled. Blossom gave a grin and then a small giggle when he didn't stop staring at her.
"Stupid?"
"Sexy?"
"What's so interesting that you're looking at?" she asked,
"It's what's so beautiful." He replied as he leant down to kiss her, as she kissed him back softly in return.
"I love you Butch." She said, out of nowhere. Well, it was true. What else more could she do? Lie?
"Likewise Blossom." He said, and there were no more words. Just passion and a silent promise.
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Bryan Daniels
2:30 PM
You already know me, and my deal. I'm about to make sure that I get my mistress and kill my arch rival and get the fuck out of here. The only thing making me stay is Teresa and that's about it, but I'm NOT going to stay if I have to share this town with the same boy that tore down my reputation and name all for a dumb ass girl that didn't mean shit to me anyway. There's nothing in hell that would, and I'm not about to do it. The only priority I have is to kill him, after I told Teresa I was staying for her. I know you probably thought I was bullshitting when I told her I missed her, but as much as I can pull fucked up acts, I can't fake love. Anyway, now that I told you…a book…what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna carry out my plans…soon…
I would write a response for everybody, but as I'm writing this, it's 6:36 AM and I'm risking getting in trouble. (See how much I love y'all?) Anyway, please review and tell me what you think okay? Ja! :)
