Blossom.
3rd September 2006.
Dear Diary,
School was awful today. Not only do I have the World's Worst Hangover, but I also found out who was groping me last night. Yeah. That'd be Brick Hanson. But how could he remember and I don't? I mean, every time there's a party, I wind up with at least eight of my "friends" telling me how wasted Brick and his brothers got. Of course, the way he told me could have been worse.
"Hey," he grinned, dumping his bag onto the desk next to mine. "I had fun last night."
I smiled stiffly at him. "Great."
He stared at me in horror as Bubbles drifted over to join Boomer at the window. "You - you don't remember it, do you?"
I blinked calmly back. "The party? Yeah. It was a laugh."
Brick stared at me for a minute longer before burying his head in his head in his arms. "Shit," he moaned, his voice coming out slightly muffled. "Shit, shit, SHIT!"
I stared at him. "What?"
He laughed nervously. "Um, Bloss... We kind of... you know..."
"No. What did we do?" Call me stupid, but I really didn't know what he meant. I mean, I was more sensible than anyone I know, bar Dad and Ms Bellum.
Brick swallowed and laughed nervously. "You know, we were drunk, we just went a bit too far..."
"Brick." I rolled my eyes. "Either tell me what we did, or shut up. I'm not in the mood for your stupid games right now."
Brick widened his eyes and stared at his desk. "OK..." He muttered, as if to calm himself down before blurting out, "We slept together." Funny thing, I would have freaked out even if the whole class hadn't shut up at that very moment. So everyone heard. And, oh my God, I could see Bubbles and Boomer staring at us. They looked totally crushed. I mean, Bubbles I could understand. Usually, I'm the one looking out for her and Buttercup, and... I guess she felt guilty for not looking out for me. But Boomer? Yeah, that I didn't understand. I mean, if I'd slept with Brick two years ago, Boomer would love it. He'd tell Butch and the two - or three - of them would hold it over my head for the rest of my life.
Eventually, I couldn't stand the silence and the stares any longer. "Come on," I muttered to Brick, grabbing my bag and practically sprinting out of the classroom. I didn't slow down until we were on the other side of town.
I didn't even know what to say to him. We were sat in the park for, like, half an hour before I finally blurted out, "Did we use a condom?"
Brick bit his lip and stared out across the lake. "I don't know," he said at last, his voice barely more than a whisper. He looked at me. "Bloss, I'm sorry. I mean... We were drunk, we weren't thinking straight..."
I gave a hollow laugh. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
He shook his head. "I didn't mean for everyone to find out. I didn't even tell Boomer and Butch."
"Brick, what are you going to do if I'm pregnant? Are you going to help me bring it up, or are you going to be too busy getting drunk to care?"
He stared at me. "Well, if you are, of course I'll help."
And - this is totally irrational - then I was... I don't know. I was kind of swamped by this feeling for him. It was totally different to anything I felt before.
"You really didn't tell anyone?" I squeaked, beaming at him.
He shook his head. "Well, not until the whole class heard. Besides, I wouldn't know if Butch hadn't told me he'd caught us coming out of that room."
OH MY GOD. I've just realised something. Butch is in all of Buttercup's classes. If he tells her, I'm dead.
Blossom.
Buttercup.
September 2nd 06.
Detention.
You will never guess what happened today. You know how Dad's always nagging at me to be more responsible, like the darling Blossom? Well, Blossy skipped school today. I wouldn't even know if Bubbles hadn't told me. Actually, me and Butch got called out of Maths because Bubbles and Boomer had gone missing. I knew where Bubbles would be. Every time she gets upset, you can count on her to run and hide in the Girl's Bathroom.
I've never seen her cry so much. You know when you cry so hard you can't breath? Well, she was just leaning against the wall, crying like that. I missed the rest of Maths and Gym before I calmed her down. I missed half of my lunch before I got the story out of her.
Turns out Blossom shagged Brick senseless at that party last night. Or maybe he shagged her senseless. Whatever. Either way, they had sex. (She is so dead.) Anyway, Blossom couldn't remember, so Brick had to tell her, and at the very moment he did so, the whole class shut up and everyone heard. They took off out of class and no-one's seen them since. Bubbles was really upset about it. I mean, really upset. She kept dissolving into tears when she was telling me. It took her about ten minutes to get 'Brick and Blossom had sex at Mike's party' out.
The only reason me and Butch are in Detention again is because we took the rest of lunch off to look for them. We looked everywhere. My house, their house, the park, the mall, the museums, our treehouses... we even looked in Cityville. And when we got back to school, we got hauled into the Principal's office again.
"See," Butch muttered as we sat down in Detention, "this is exactly why I hate school. You try to kill someone a couple of times and you're marked down as bad for the rest of your lousy life."
I laughed. "Well, murder's looked down on pretty much everywhere."
Butch grinned. "Yeah." And then, for the first time since we'd been "reunited," he actually shut up for a minute. And then he dropped the biggest bombshell I have ever had dropped on me in my entire life. "This is all my fault."
I rolled my eyes. "Butch, normally I'd be happy to pin the blame on you, but in this case, that's impossible. Unless, of course, you took hold of Brick's -"
"Yeah, OK," Butch interupted hastily, before I could scar him for life. "Nah, BC, I caught them coming out of Mike's parent's room."
I stared at him. "You caught them? And you didn't tell me? Dude, do you have any idea how much that little piece of bribery would stop Blossom bossing me about?"
He laughed. "Well, next time I catch them going at it, I'll let you know."
He's a good guy really. Oh, I gotta go. I need to kill Blossom.
Bubbles.
09.03.2006.
Dear Diary,
I told Dad. Maybe I shouldn't have, but he needs to know. I mean, if Blossom needs to talk, who better than her own parent to listen? I hated the look on his face. He looked... heartbroken. Duh. Blossom's his most responsible kid. If she gets drunk and starts bed hopping, who's going to keep me and Buttercup under control?
Talking about Buttercup, her friends at school have started calling her BC. It's just so... not Buttercup. It's weird, after Blossom and Brick left like that, Boomer told me that he's worried about Brick and Butch. He said that Butch has started going off on his own and wearing a lot of black and stuff, and he's worried about Brick for... obvious reasons. Him and Butch are coming over tonight. I can't believe it was only yesterday that he was throwing my stuff all over the class, because now we're... I don't know. He's my best friend. We waited until they got out of Detention so we could walk home with Buttercup - BC - and Butch today. They're pretty cool. I mean, I always thought Blossom and Robin were cool, but... they're not.
"They're preps," Buttercup told me when she realised how upset Blossom had made me. "And I bet Blossom's going to be doing that kind of thing a lot more all through High School, Bubs, so you'd better get used to it.
Oh, I've got to go. Tea's ready.
Bubbles.
-x-