2. Of Red Nights and Drunken Revelations
There were a few things of which Blossom was totally certain.
First of all, she was the Commander and the Leader. Always had and always will.
She was the one who decided how and when to act, she directed her sisters, she gave out the indications.
Secondly, she (almost) always knew the right thing to do in every occasion. She studied hard and read a lot and was very proud of her general level of knowledge of (almost) everything. She took great pleasure in discussing general matters with someone she'd just met and show her overall preparation in the most oddly assorted things.
Thirdly, she'd always had a clear image of herself in a relationship. Find the classical nice boy next door, date for a few years (very romantic and caste dates, obviously), and then after college ask for her father's permission to be engaged and so on, so on, so on…
…so why was she lying naked on the bed of her ex-enemy – a bad boy par excellence –making noises she thought only her future husband would have heard? Furthermore, while her father was away from home…
Blossom put a hand on her mouth as she felt Brick's tongue dig into her, his hands grabbing her thighs, her mind completely blank, her back arching slightly.
She'd realised how naïvely she had considered her life as well as herself. Against all odds, she had fallen in love with Brick – a fact that she had tried to deny in every possible way, because it was against every single thing she had ever planned and believed. But when on that rainy spring day she had entered the library and had found him sitting all alone on the ground, back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the ground, his expression aloof, she had felt her heart strangled and her breath caught and realised she longed to be with him. She had really, really wanted to be sitting by his side and lean her shoulder against his. And then, he had raised his head and had looked at her with an expression of total despair.
"I've fucked up"
"What happened, Brick?!"
"I think… I mean… I'm pretty sure… I feel something… for you. Like… as if… I like you. Like a lot. I think I might… have fallen… like fucking in love with you or something like that."
At that point she knew she was lost.
Soon afterwards she had realised other few things.
First of all, she was the Commander and the Leader, she stood above all others. Outside of the bedroom. Inside the bed, she really liked to stay under Brick. And more generally, to follow his lead, because he knew much better than her how things were going every time.
Secondly, she (almost) always knew the right thing to do in every occasion. But she had realised soon enough she knew nothing about sex. She didn't have the slightest idea of what to do – and found it impossible to talk about it with anyone because of her shyness. But she was willing to learn pretty fast and the fact that they were learning together how to please each other made her very keen on practicing. Plus, Brick had been incredibly gentle and patient and that had made her even more willing to take his clothes off quite often. And quite violently. Surprising them both.
Thirdly, she'd always had a clear image of herself in a relationship. But then she had realised she didn't have the slightest ideas of how relationships really worked; she had been totally taken aback by something deeper but also something wilder and out of her classical schemes. She had also come to terms with the fact that her crazy teenager's hormones weren't going to stay put, not when she had a hot-blooded, yearning Brick Jojo by her side. So well, Blossom had decided to say goodbye to that perfect image of herself she had always depicted in her mind and allowed herself to kiss Brick Jojo and…after that she had been completely doomed. She'd done all the things she thought she would have never done and much more. All the things Buttercup had talked about before bedtime with her sisters to make them blush and Blossom hadn't wanted to listen because oh well those things I'm not definitely gonna do in my whole life and… surprise surprise! But after that, well, she'd felt so good, so fulfilled, that she had never regretted anything.
Blossom felt Brick's tongue leave her inside, substituted by his long, slender fingers, which had learned very well how to touch her by now, after a series of deep and attentive series of study sessions. She should have felt ashamed – at the beginning she did – but now that touch was so familiar and her body needed it so much that she just spread her legs wider, allowing Brick to reach her deepest spot. His other hand climbed up her tummy, up to her right breast, to fondle it gently, while his tongue was now on her left breast, his teeth nibbling at her nipple.
He was patient and dedicated and knew she needed some time to reach her climax. He was never hasty or inattentive and Blossom knew he was focusing on every reaction of her body, which made her both self-aware and, in a way, very flattered. One of her hands had shot to his wrist while the other had grabbed his scarlet hair, as she let out a slight moan, then inhaled deeply, her voice trembling; Brick knew it was the moment to put his hand on her lips, right in time to muffle her scream coming from the intense rush of pleasure. Brick lowered himself on her, kissing lightly her collarbone, up to her neck, the line of her jaw, her lips, feeling her still shuddering in his arms. She kissed him back slowly, still dazed by her intense orgasm.
He then raised himself a bit, his blazing, crimson eyes intense on her.
"Did you like it?" he sneered, a provocative smirk on his lips.
She blushed and bit her lower lip, her pink irises shining in the dark. "I'm pretty sure I did" she mumbled, sheepishly.
He laughed lightly, stamping a kiss on her head. Her cheek touched his chest and he felt so hot. He was really boiling. She blew a little fresh air against his skin, goosebumps scattering everywhere, and he grumbled, leaning his forehead against hers.
"Wanna stop?" he asked her sweetly and she felt melting inside. He would always ask that before going on. Blossom found it terribly sweet and caring. And, surprisingly enough, she had never wanted to stop so far. Not even during their first time, even though she had felt so scared. She had never wanted to stop.
Her pink eyes darted upwards meeting his. "You're still asking?" she smiled mischievously and went on his lips, giving him a deep, slow kiss. In the meantime, she could hear him stealthily opening his drawer looking for a condom.
Blossom suddenly broke the kiss, her hands clinging to his shoulders: she concentrated on the noises coming from the corridor.
"Brick… I can hear one of the doors opening…" she whispered, afraid that one of his brothers could hear them. Knowing Butch and Boomer, they could burst into the room without even knocking – locked door with their superpowers were quite useless – and the idea of them seeing her naked in bed with their brother didn't really excite her. Especially because nobody knew about them. Especially her sisters.
"Then keep it low" he growled lowly against her ear as he embraced her and made her open her legs.
"Brick…wait…" she whimpered as she felt his manhood sliding against her.
"They won't come in in the middle of the night" he grimaced, biting her neck. "We've already been stopped today… I'm not gonna wait again…"
She gulped and raised her hips lightly, helping him slide slowly into her. As soon he did, she moaned a sigh and felt him nibbling at her ear lobe, hushing her sweetly.
Blossom put a hand on her mouth while Brick took the other one in his, clutching it over her head, against the pillow. He started thrusting slowly at first and then rhythmically, a bit too roughly for her to keep her voice really down.
She felt tears gathering in her eyes. It feels so good. It feels so good. So good. So good. So good. Oh my... So good. She really needed to scream. Why couldn't she just keep it low or hush or just moan in a low voice? No, she had to be a miserable sex banshee!
She cried against her hand, her body trembling, a few tears escaping her eyes. Brick kissed them away from her cheek, hushing her sweetly; he took her hand away and kissed her on the lips, deeply. With every thrust, she could feel him shudder against her, his moans gravelly and deep against her lips, and with every moan she could feel her lower abdomen throbbing in excitement.
"Brick… I can't… anymore…" she whimpered after a while, and bit his shoulder hard to suppress the loud scream that was coming up, together with a new wave of pleasure.
Brick groaned intensely, burying his head against Blossom's collarbone. She embraced him tightly, feeling him shuddering with pleasure against her, his breathing rough, quick and hot against her skin. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of his skin, taking in the sound of his heavy breath against her neck, the boiling temperature of his bare chest against hers, their bodies still deeply connected together.
She then opened her eyes, the reflection of the pink glint of her irises against his skin in the dark. Blossom smiled: they had realised together that after an orgasm, their irises would light up mysteriously. She found it a pretty thing while Brick thought it was creepy.
Brick got slowly up on his elbows, his medium-length hair loose against his shoulders, and looked heavily at her. She smiled impishly.
"Sooo… did you like it?" she whispered, smirking.
He scoffed with a sneer, caressing some locks away from her forehead. "What do my eyes say?"
"Uhh… they're shining such an intense crimson light that is almost eerie" she teased him.
"This eyes' thing is a total crap" he closed his eyes, rubbing his eyelids.
"Why? I find it pretty" she pouted and then looked at his shoulder, where the sign of her bite was showing.
Brick followed her gaze. "Woah, you nearly ripped me off there."
She felt her cheeks blushing. "Um… I… you're lucky that I haven't woken up the entire building".
"Yeah, you're pretty loud, Miss Commander and Leader" he smirked as he laid down by her side, embracing her with one arm.
She sighed and leant against his bare chest. Only now they both realised the TV in the living room was on: they could hear sounds of shotguns.
"Fucking Butch… it's almost 3 a.m…" Brick snarled, massaging his temples.
"Do you think he's heard us?" Blossom asked worriedly, instinctively covering herself with the sheet.
"I don't know but I honestly don't care…"
"But I do" Blossom sighed, getting up slowly. Brick took her back in his arms, forcefully. "Brick… I need to go…"
"No. Stay." He whispered as he kissed her neck. She felt a whole series of goosebumps forming on her shoulders. He was hot, so hot, in all the senses that word had.
"I can't, Brick…" she muttered, her face against, their noses and lips brushing lightly.
"You can… your father's away… how many other occasions will we have? Come on, stay…". He kissed her briefly, but intensely, his tongue tracing the line of her lower lip. "Stay…"
Blossom whimpered and buried her head against his boiling chest, covering herself with the sheet. "Ok. But put your desk against the door, please".
"I've already told you. I went to the lab, saw some documents and I fell asleep on the sofa in dad's office as I skimmed through the papers. That's all."
Buttercup and Bubbles eyed their sister with a sceptical look.
"Blossom. You're on cloud nine today. Do you really think we're gonna buy it?" Bubbles pouted as they approached their lockers at school.
"You're free to believe it or not. Not my business." Blossom chirped blissfully as she took out her books for the lessons.
"I'm sure that if dad had been home, we would have found you in your bed this morning, you little storyteller" Buttercup grunted by her side, earning a death glare from Blossom.
Bubbles giggled cheerfully, looking behind her sisters' backs. "I'm pretty sure Buttercup's right this time, Blossy."
"Bubbles, not you too!"
"Oh, hi Brick, it's nice to see you back!" Bubbles trilled happily, waving her hand.
Buttercup shot her head out of her open locker, shaking her head towards Blossom. "You're soooo full of shit" she whispered in a low voice, an amused expression on her face.
"I-I… I'm not!" Blossom muttered, stuttering and red-faced, burying her head into her locker.
"Hi Puffs" Brick greeted, yawning idly.
"So, did you win?!" Bubbles asked, excitedly.
"Win… what?"
"The Maths Olympics!" the blonde girl pouted. Buttercup shook her head again.
"Uh… yeah… the… mh, well, no, I didn't win. I realized I prefer applied maths to just… you know… theoretical shit."
"Well, I wish I could do decently at least in one of those" Bubbles mumbled.
"So full of shit" Buttercup whispered again, closing her locker.
"BC? Anything to say?" Brick shot her an inquiring look and she just shrugged.
"No, no. Slept well tonight, Einstein?" Buttercup chirped, a wry smile on the lips.
"Buttercup!" Blossom jumped suddenly, slamming her locker closed.
"Definitely better than you" Brick smiled slyly, curling a lock of Blossom's hair around his finger. She shot him an incredulous glance, which he decided to ignore. Buttercup raised her eyebrows in surprise. "See you girls. I gotta go to see Keane" he turned and waved his hand lazily.
"Buttercup, what were you thinking?!" Blossom asked her, turning towards her sister, a threatening look in her eyes.
Buttercup was about to reply, when a blue dash shot between them, followed by a loud "Oooh good morning, Boomie!".
Boomer took Bubbles in her arms and twirled her around while Butch sputtered on towards his locker, deep dark circles under his eyes.
"Ew. You look like shit." Buttercup blurted, looking worryingly at him.
"Yeah. Didn't sleep all night." He yawned, leaning his head against the locker.
"Uh. Why, Butchy Butch?" Bubbles asked, touching his shoulder with a worried expression.
"You don't wanna know, honey, really" Boomer added, taking her hand away from his brother.
Buttercup shot her eyes open and felt a deep pain in the chest. For a moment, she thought Butch might have spent the night with a girl, and she suddenly felt the need to flee.
"Becaaaause… I kept on having fucking horny dreams for hours!" Butch whined, massaging his temples.
"What?!" Buttercup snapped and then she felt Blossom's eyes on her.
"Interesting…" Blossom mocked as she eyed Buttercup with a wry smile on her lips.
"Yeah, yeah. There was this one about you and me in the showers, Butters, which was totally—"
"I-I DON'T WANNA KNOW!" Buttercup stuttered, shoving him slightly.
"Yeah, we really don't" Boomer confirmed, putting his hands on Bubbles ears, making her giggle.
"Fuck… then I couldn't sleep again, so I just went to the living room to play some shitty videogames and guess what? I heard fucking Brick having sex in his fucking room. Fucking bastard!" Butch groaned, a disgusted expression on his face.
At that point, Buttercup turned towards Blossom, whose expression had gone totally blank.
"Iiiiiiintereeeeesting…" Buttercup leered at her, a wry smile on her lips and a mocking tone of voice.
"We-well, I-I'll see you later. Bye!" Blossom zipped off quickly without waiting for anyone's response.
"What's her deal?!" Butch grunted as he threw all of his stuff in the locker.
"Apparently she hasn't slept very much either" Buttercup smirked, leaning by his side, arms crossed.
"See you at lunch, guys! Bye, bye!" Bubbles waved off, hand in hand with Boomer.
Buttercup glanced at Butch, who was standing with his forehead against the closed locker, his eyes shut.
"You can't sleep on your feet, dumbass"
"Mh… sooo sleepy…"
Buttercup sighed. "Couldn't you, I don't know, just like put some headphones in your ears and just keep sleeping?"
"Mh… I had like one hundred horny dreams… with you… you know, Butters, we really need to fu—"
"No, we don't" Buttercup cut him off.
"Butters… can we just…"
"I said no"
Butch snorted, taking out a cigarette from his jacket. In that moment, he smiled in front of him. "Oh, good morning newcomer!"
Buttercup turned to see Peyton, who smiled sheepishly as she approached them. "Hi Butch. Hello Buttercup, how are you?"
"Mh. Good." She replied coolly, looking at her nails.
"Uh. You know what, Peyton, apparently Buttercup is jealous of you and me!" Butch trilled, a triumphant smile on his face.
Buttercup's eyes opened wide and, on impulse, her punch reached Butch's jaw with full power. He flew against the opposite wall, leaving Peyton goggling.
"I'm not jealous. It's just that he's a jerk. You can keep him." Buttercup hissed as she threw her bag on her shoulder, a fake smile on her lips.
"Um… honestly, Buttercup…" Peyton tried to reply, reaching for Butch, who was still aching on the ground.
"Honestly, Peyton. I don't care about what you two do. Bye." Without even listening, Buttercup levitated slightly, glanced briefly towards Butch and Peyton and zipped off quickly.
"Buttercup knows about us."
Brick looked up from his school books with a confused look. He was sitting by Blossom's side at the school library, books open in front of them.
"It's about time, I guess…?" he replied, not really surprised, turning to his book again.
Blossom pouted at him. "So, I guess I will tell my sisters about… you know… us."
"As long as they tell my brothers as well. I'm pretty sure I don't want to address this issue with them."
"Issue?" Blossom asked, a little annoyed.
Brick shot his head up, looking at her suspiciously. "Hey. You know what I mean. I know that tone and that glare. Cool down, Miss Touchy."
Blossom pursed her lips. "Well, I mean, it seems as if you're not even touched by… this…issue."
"What do you want me to say? I mean, it's okay if our siblings know about…"
"About?" Blossom asked, looking at him keenly.
Brick crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. "What do you want me to say, again, Blossom?"
The girl heaved a sighed and leant against the palms of her hands, elbows on the desk.
"I don't know, I mean, we've never really talked about… you know, us…"
"What's there to say?!" he asked dumbfounded.
Blossom crossed her arms in annoyance. "Like… Bubbles, Buttercup, listen, Brick and I are…?"
"…together?" he replied, shrugging simply.
"Okay. Well, good. We've never really… you know… decided anything about this!" Blossom replied, annoyed. "Like… when we got together, if we are official or not… things like these!"
Brick frowned. "So, you thought we were like… fuck buddies or something like that?"
Blossom hushed him vigorously, looking around herself to see if anyone was listening. "N-No, not really… just… you know, something…. Indefinite!"
"You really spend an awful amount of time making a mountain out of a molehill" Brick snickered, tapping his fingers on the desk.
"It's you the one who is never clear about anything!" Blossom retorted, pouting and returning to her book, faking to be concentrating on the contents.
Brick spent a few moments looking at her with a smug smirk on his lips – she was oh so obviously sulking – and then took a rubber band from the desk.
"So, how do we make this official?" he asked, looking vague.
"Mh, what?"
"Like, our issue. You and I. So you don't have to think that we're having an outrageous affair." He smirked, still playing with the rubber band.
"Do you think it's funny?" Blossom fussed.
"No, au contraire, I'm very serious about it" he sneered, putting an arm around her shoulder to bring her closer. Blossom's cheeks reddened and she quickly looked around herself. "So, what do you want? A ring? A public declaration of love? Ask your father for his lovely daughter's hand?"
"Maybe a bit too bombastic for now." Blossom glanced at him huffily. "Let's just tell our siblings and friends for the time being. Hoping my father doesn't find out."
"Yeah, right. Keeping a low profile, right?" he smirked, slipping a lock of her hair through his fingers.
"I don't really care about showing our relationship off, you know?" Blossom muttered, sheepishly. "It's just… I wanted to be sure about us. That's all."
"Yeah, I guess I haven't been very present or reassuring lately…" Brick declared absent-mindedly, looking at the rubber band in his hand. Suddenly, he let go of Blossom's hair and took her left hand: he put the rubber band around her index finger, wrapping it a couple of times to make it look like a little, red ring. Blossom blushed deeply. "Will this do for now?"
Blossom moved her eyes from the little rubber ring to her grinning boyfriend, very self-aware of her burning cheeks. "Y-yes… I think it will." She said, smiling happily at her left hand.
Buttercup let her bag slid down her shoulder and sat on the block just outside the changing rooms. The Basketball lesson had been a mess: Butch was angry, she had got nervous and they'd nearly ended up smashing balls against each other. The teacher had kicked them both off before the end of the lesson.
When he got out of the changing rooms, Butch shot her an upset look: Buttercup could still see a light bruise from her morning punch on his jaw.
"Hey. Can we talk?" she asked him, sighing.
"I thought you didn't want to talk" he blurted out, taking a cigarette to his lips and lighting it up as he walked towards the back garden.
"I'd talk if you only could stop being so… stubborn."
"Stubborn?!" he turned around, shotting her an irritated look. "I'm sorry, was it you the one who kissed me during the pool party last month or was I imagining things?!"
Buttercup stopped and bit her lower lip. She really hoped he wouldn't have brought that up. Like ever again.
"I was drunk" Buttercup grumbled, crossing her arms and looking at her feet.
"Bullshit, you weren't. We both weren't. Maybe a bit tipsy, but definitely not drunk, not with that little alcohol."
"I thought we decided not to talk about it again!"
"You decided it!"
"I thought you agreed!"
"I thought that too, but apparently I don't, not anymore." Butch threw his cigarette away, peevishly. "Fuck! I keep dreaming of us, dammit!"
Buttercup winced, scratching the back of her head nervously, trying not to think about her steamy dream of the changing room.
"And then you start being all jealous over Peyton for no fucking reason!"
"What?!" Buttercup cried out, upset. "I'm not jealous of that… whoever she is!"
"See?"
"See what?!"
"You don't like her!"
"Why should I like her?!"
"You don't even know her!"
"Well, yeah, but you do, and pretty well too, mpf?" Buttercup retorted with an annoyed expression.
"…I can't believe you. Really." Butch snorted with a resigned smile. "Make up your fucking mind." He sighed, walking past her with a bitter look on his face.
Buttercup hugged herself tightly, feeling a lump in her throat and some hot tears stinging in her eyes. She hated arguing with Butch. The best part of their friendship was that they'd never argue nor disagree; whenever they had problems, they would just talk about it and solve everything. They were friends, they were companions, they were… partners in crime. And now she was feeling… so betrayed and so… alone. She felt left out of his life – seriously, since when did he have another girl as friend besides her? – and she knew she had no rights to be jealous of Peyton, and that he was right to tell her those things… and she knew she shouldn't have kissed him during that party. She knew that that would have led to a series of troubles.
Buttercup shook her head. No. She had kissed him on that night because that had felt right. And good. And… and a lot of other things, actually, but she didn't have to justify herself with anybody. Nope. She was free to do whatever she felt like doing and… and… and… and she didn't really want to hurt him. She was a mess, a total mess. A selfish, little bitch.
Buttercup put her hands on her hips, biting her lower lip as she tried to fight back the tears, when she suddenly felt someone walking behind her. She dried her eyes and turned around to see her friend Mitch and his crew. He looked at her suspiciously.
"Um… are you okay, Bud?" he asked her, moving closer. "We saw Butch and he looked kinda… off?"
"Yeah…" she replied, looking away. "What are you guys up to?"
"Well… we were cutting school to go buy some alcohol for tonight's party at Mike's. Wanna come?"
Buttercup grinned slightly. "Yeah, sure."
As soon as they had closed the doors of the emergency exit behind their backs, Brick pushed Blossom against it, kissing her deeply and slowly. She hesitated for a moment, but then immediately clutched her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him.
Blossom knew they were still at school and even though the emergency exit led to the back garden, which was very well hidden, she couldn't help but feel a buzz of excitement for what she was doing. She interrupted the kiss to bite Brick's lower lip lightly, making him moan. She felt his hands as they slowly slid along her thighs, sneaking under skirt. Brick was about to respond to her kiss when he froze suddenly; swiftly, he grabbed her by her arm, opened the door and pushed her inside, closing it behind his back.
"Hey!" Blossom protested when she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the emergency exit.
"Yo bro!"
"Hey Butch" Brick replied in an annoyed tone. As soon as Blossom had realised the risk they were about to fall into, she put a hand on her mouth, trying to hide even her breathing. She then leant against the door to better eavesdrop the conversation between the two brothers.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Nothing. Just taking some fresh air."
"Good. Wanna smoke?"
"Nah. Shouldn't you be somewhere?"
"Yeah. Basket. Got kicked out."
"How surprising." Blossom could hear Brick's bored tone, but she knew it hid a shade of annoyance.
"Ya know, I'm so pissed off with Buttercup." Butch blew. Blossom could smell smoke.
"…how surprising, again. Two weeks away and nothing's changed." Brick snickered. "I thought you made out with her at the pool party like two months ago?"
"It was last month. And yeah, we did. But apparently, she just wants to fucking forget about it. I'm sooo pissed."
"Can't you get over it?"
"Nope. Fucking Puffs, they go straight into your fuckin' head. I'm so fuckin' into her, like some kind of bozo"
Blossom rolled her eyes and she was pretty sure Brick was snickering like crazy. That situation must have been so funny for him.
"By the way bro" Butch added after a few moments of silence. "I don't know who you were fuckin' yesterday night, but you should go after the Red one, she's so smitten."
Blossom opened her mouth in disbelief. How could Brick keep up with that farce?! And let Butch talk about her in that way?!
"Maybe I was fucking her yesterday" he added, seriously. She winced: was he seriously going to tell Butch? She was about to flung the door open when she suddenly heard Butch roaring with laughter.
"Who? The Virgin Mary? Oh, come on!"
"What?!" Blossom gulped, outraged, and she heard Brick slam his punch against the door, probably suggesting to keep her voice down.
"You heard it?" Butch asked, blowing out some smoke.
"What? No, I didn't hear anything. Anyway, I don't think she's like that" Brick snorted.
"Yeah, poor fool. You'll have to marry her before you got to see her naked" Butch mocked him.
"You underestimate me" the capped boy giggled nervously.
Oh Butch, you're so dead. And you too, Mr. Brick Jojo, if you don't drop this conversation instantly. Blossom thought, feeling her fingers closing in two punches.
"Wanna bet?"
"Mh?"
"20 bucks that I'll bang Buttercup before you'll bang Blossom" Butch cackled and Blossom could feel her body temperature rising.
Brick stayed silent for a while. "Make 50 and I'm in".
"Cool!" Butch gloated, triumphantly.
After that, the two boys spend a few minutes making small talk and then Butch left.
Brick opened the emergency door slowly, biting his lower lip, a guilty look on his face. Blossom was facing him, arms crossed, a very upset expression on her face.
"What?!" Brick shrugged, hands up in surrender "I'll use the money to take you out to dinner!"
"So, you weren't drunk, right?" Mitch asked, looking at the girl in front of him.
Buttercup squinted to focus the blurry face in front of her. She leant heavily against the counter on which several empty cups stood. Her short hair was tied up in a very small ponytail, two longer locks framed her face together with her bangs.
"That night? Nooo. Tonight? Yeeees." She replied, her voice plastered, slumping on the table.
"Yeah, I know you're drunk tonight, BC" Mitch sighed, hiding some beer bottles under the table. In that moment, their friend Mike arrived, leaning against Mitch's shoulder.
"How much has she drunk to manage to get that drunk?!" Mike asked, bewildered.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Matt." Buttercup pointed at him.
"It's Mike."
"Whatever." She mumbled, leaning her heavy head against the palm of her hand.
"So. That night you weren't drunk, but you made out with Butch in the swimming-pool anyway." Mitch returned to the point. Being Buttercup's personal psychologist was one of his specialties. Doing it while she was drunk was one of his avocations.
"We… we weren't making out… it was just… a kiss… a tiny, liiiiittle kiss…" she gestured it.
"A tiny, liiiiittle kiss with a greeeeeat amount of tongue" Mitch mocked her.
"No. Well, just a bit. A tiny bit of tongue."
"Mh-mh. Yeah, sure. So, did you kiss him or did he kiss you? Because I was there and it totally looked like…"
"Yeah, yeah. It was me. I kissed the idiot first." Buttercup looked around. "I need a beer."
"No, you don't. Let's go back to the point… so why did you kiss him?"
Buttercup looked at her friend, squinting again.
"Mhh… he was sooooo wet, oh brother… so wet…"
"…I'm confused" Mike suddenly added, sipping at his drink.
Mitch hushed him. "Be more specific, BC."
"So wet… his hair… it's sooo thick and when it's wet is… oh, God… like after a shower… where is Robin when I need her?! These aren't things… you can…" suddenly Buttercup slumped down on the counter.
"No! No! Wake up BC! Don't leave us here!" Mitch shook her and Buttercup suddenly shot up again.
"I'm up, I'm up!" she shouted, nodding confusingly.
"Ok, good." Mitch patted her on the head. "Sooo. Why don't you just cut this crap and, you know, just try and date Butch? He's a good guy… after all."
"Nonononono… no! 'Cuz… urgh… you know… all this kind of predestined shit… you know… the Blues, the Reds…"
"Wait, are Blossom and Brick together?" Mike asked, confused.
"Shhhh!" Buttercup hushed him "It's a secret!" she snatched Mike's drink from his hand, gulping it down quickly.
"Hey!" he protested.
Mitch pushed him away. "Soooo… the Blues, the Reds… and the Greens, right? It's perfect, ain't it?"
"No" she croaked.
"No?"
"No, I'm not gonna… cave in…" she mumbled, slumping down again.
"You're so stubborn, Buttercup Utonium" Mitch sighed as he took out his phone, quickly typing a text.
As she lay down on the sticky counter, her eyes closed, all the noise around her sounded muffled, the music and the loud voices of the party lost in a hazy, distant rustle that was starting to vanish into darkness…
Buttercup couldn't tell how much time had passed, but she suddenly felt a strong hold around her waist, and she felt the world turning upside down, suddenly. She woke up with a startle as Butch flung her against his shoulder, her head upside down, face against his back, belly on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her legs.
"Thank you for calling, man" Butch dapped Mitch with his other hand.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?!" Buttercup cried out, struggling to free herself from Butch's hold and punching his back.
"Are you okay, Buttercup?" suddenly, the blonde, curly hair of Peyton entered her inverted sight, a worried look on her face.
"Oh, fuck my life…" Buttercup hissed, rolling her eyes. Had Butch and Peyton come to the party together?! She would have been burning with anger, if only she hadn't been about to puke. And Butch just kept on moving around as he greeted Mike and Mitch. "Butch… put me down… I think I'm gonna barf…"
"Holy shit!" he winced "Hey guys, I gotta take Butters away! I'm leaving Peyton with you, don't you waste your time hitting on her you losers, she's not interested in boys. Bye!"
"What?!" Buttercup flinched, but Butch was already taking off at high speed towards the entrance of Mike's house.
As soon as Butch touched ground, Buttercup launched herself down, flopping against a fence and hurling over it.
"Ew" Butch grimaced "I can't believe you've got that drunk without me! I feel betrayed."
Buttercup raised her head, looking at him heavily. "She's… not… interested… IN BOYS?!" she growled, still panting.
"Uh. Are we talking about… Peyton?" Butch asked, confused.
"Yes! Yes! What about… all that… Riley shit?!"
"Riley? Her ex-girlfriend Riley?" Butch scratched his head, smirking.
"Oh… my—why didn't you tell me earlier?!" Buttercup snapped at him, leaning her heavy head against the fence.
"Because it was sooo nice seeing you getting all worked up about this" Butch smiled, triumphantly "She has been trying to tell you, but you just kept on cutting her off, because you were so j-e-a-l-o-u-s".
"No, I, I— No! No! No…" she sighed "Oh brother. I was… really… jealous…" the sudden realisation made Buttercup blanch. "I think I need to puke again" and she threw her head again over the fence, gagging.
Butch frowned, a bit disgusted. "Very romantic, Butters. I couldn't have imagined this moment better than this."
She replied by raising her middle finger and gagged again.
"Oh. My. God. Buttercup, what's going on?!"
A familiar voice made Butch turn. He opened his eyes wide as he saw Brick and Blossom, holding hands, as they stood there ready to enter the party.
"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?!" Butch uttered in disbelief, looking at their clutched hands.
Brick winked at his brother with a sly smile, but Blossom caught him, let go of his hand and elbowed him strongly in the hip. Brick groaned, massaging his side.
"What's wrong with my sister?!" Blossom questioned Butch, tapping her foot nervously.
"Oh. She's just realised she's been jealous of me" Butch explained with a conceited tone.
"Well. That explains the puking" Brick commented, dully.
"Fuck you!" Butch retorted as Blossom went to caress her sister's back.
"Buttercup, I can't believe you got this drunk! What if dad finds out?" Blossom whispered to her sister "You promised me you would behave!"
Buttercup raised her head heavily, looking huffily at her sister. "And you said you were at home, but you were fucking with Brick in his room. So shut the fuck up."
Blossom's face reddened and backed off a little. "I… I…"
"It's okay. I won't tell anyone" Buttercup sighed, leaning against the fence again. "We'll talk about this tomorrow. Now go to the party, I'm going home. I'm really feeling like shit. Stupid, useless Butch…"
"Ok…" Blossom murmured before turning towards the boys. She hurried towards Butch, pointing a finger against his chest. "Hey, you. I don't know what happened here, but now you take my sister home and make sure she's safely put to bed. Don't you dare take advantage of her!"
"Hey! What kind of boy do you take me for?!" Butch retorted.
"The kind of boy who makes bets about banging girls" she hissed, a threatening look in her pink eyes. Butch gulped down nervously. "By the way, you owe your brother 50 dollars."
Blossom combed her hair back with her fingers and then moved towards the entrance of the party. Butch turned towards Brick, his mouth wide open. "I can't believe you…"
Brick patted his brother's shoulder, smirking. "Try not to make her barf all over you as you fly her home".
Brick and Blossom were laughing as they approached Mike's garden, where the party was held.
"I can't believe you told Butch about the dollars" Brick chuckled as he firmly held her hand in his.
"He deserved that. I don't know what he did to Buttercup, but I'm sure he deserved it!" Blossom boasted.
"As far as I know, it's BC the one who's driving my brother mad, but well, whatever. It's been a memorable moment…" Brick said amused, but soon the smile vanished from his lips. He looked towards the edge of the garden, near the fence, where a mysterious man was waiting with his arms crossed, hiding in the shadows.
Blossom felt Brick's hand slipping away from hers, but she took it back, squeezing it tightly.
"Brick. What's wrong?" she asked as she followed his gaze towards that ugly mug. "Who is he?"
Brick didn't answer immediately, a worried frown on his face. "It's about… my job. I'll be back in a minute, ok? Just go ahead to the party. I'll join you soon."
"No, Brick" Blossom panicked, grabbing his arm and surprising him a bit. "I… I… don't want you to go…"
"Hey, don't worry, ok? I'll be back soon. I promise." Brick tried to reassure her, taking her hand and kissing the little rubber circle around her finger.
Blossom heaved a resigned sigh.
"Okay…" she whispered as she slowly reached for the party, looking back as Brick approached the mysterious man and walked away with him.
[to be continued…]
Notes:
Hi there! This chapter has been a bit too dialogic, but I liked how the situations and the interactions had turned out. I prepared the ground for the next chapter, which is definitely going to be "smuttier". I don't know if it'll be the last or if the story will have other two chapters.
Thanks for reading every suggestion and review are highly appreciated! 3