A/N: Can I just say thanks to Madame Fist (LOVE that "Twist Of Fun" fic, btw), Hells Agent, and especially CamillaMB? OK. Thanks for the reviews! OK. I'm done.
Blossom.
4th September 2006.
Dear Diary,
This is bad. This is really bad. Not only does Dad know, but so does the rest of Townsville. But I don't even know how they all found out! Especially Dad. God, it was awful. He made me stay downstairs to talk to him after tea last night, when all I wanted to do was go and IM Brick. Anyway, he just waited until Buttercup and Bubbles had taken Butch and Boomer into the attic - where we usually hang out with our friends - before he started talking.
"I heard that you slept with Brick," he said quietly. But the way he said it was HORRIBLE. It would have been better if he'd just started yelling at me. It was like he was begging me to tell him it wasn't true. But, of course, there was no way I could do that.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. I could feel my eyes starting to water again. Which was kind of surprising, because me and Brick and done a lot more than our fair share of crying at the library.
Dad nodded an swallowed, clearly not wanting to look at me. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I don't remember it."
"Did you use protection?"
I bit my lip. "I don't know. Dad, I'm really, sorry. I mean -" We both jumped as the doorbell went off. I mean, when it's quarter past seven at night, you don't really expect anyone to come visit you. Well. We don't anyway. A minute later, Brick was standing nervously in the doorway.
"Buttercup let me in," he explained awkwardly. "She told me to get my butt over here, so..." So he came. I smiled at him tearfully. He must have known why Buttercup wanted him here and he still came.
Dad nodded at him and pointed to a chair as a motion for him to sit. "Blossom said you aren't sure if you used protection."
Brick nodded. "We're really sorry, sir." Sir. That definately threw Dad for a minute. He hasn't been called "Sir" by anyone since Buttercup had to be dragged home by a cop last year. I'm still not sure why. She's kind of hazy on the details.
"Blossom said," Dad muttered abruptly. Ignoring Brick, he turned back to me. "But Blossom, how could you do something so stupid? You're supposed to be the responsible one! I expected this kind of behaviour off Buttercup, perhaps, but not you!"
"Gee," I heard Buttercup say sarcastically from behind me. "Thanks."
Dad glared at her. "Attic. Now."
"I'm getting some root beer," she said indignantly, pulling four bottles off our drink shelf. "Hey, Dad, if I go upstairs now and sleep with Butch, would you be OK with that?"
Dad rolled his eyes. "Buttercup. Go. Now."
I heard Buttercup run up into the attic before I blurted out, "Dad, that's not fair! I was drunk!"
Dad stood up and scowled at me. "Blossom. You are in no situation to tell me what is and isn't fair. And do you really think the fact that you were drunk justifies what you did?"
I glared at him. "No, but it should make you go on easy on me. After all -"
"Go easy on you?" Dad sounded incredulous. "Go easy on you for drinking and having sex underage? I don't think so Blossom. The easiest I'm going to go on you is grounding you. For six months!"
Brick stood up. "Maybe I should go..."
And then Dad just... snapped. He soun away from me and started screaming at Brick, saying how he never wanted to see face in our house again and all this shit. Eventually, I got sick of it. "Dad, shut up!" They both stared at me. I rolled my eyes as I added, "Brick, go home."
I'm not kidding. Dad's head looked like it was going to explode. "Sit down," he barked at Brick. Then he turned back to me. "Seeing as how you seem to want this to be over ASAP, I'll cut to the chase. I want you out of here. Tonight."
So I'm going to move in with Brick, Butch, Boomer and their beloved father, Mojo Jojo after school today. This is going to be fun.
Blossom.
Buttercup.
September 4th 2006.
This is bad. Like, really bad. Blossom isn't speaking to Dad or Bubbles, and she's moving in with Mojo. As in Mojo the evil monkey. Who first created Butch, Boomer and Brick to kill us. I can't believe them, though! I mean, as if we haven't got enough problems without them lot screaming at each other all the time. I swear, if things keep up like this, I'm going to move out. Because last night, after she'd finished arguing with Dad, Blossy started having a go at poor Bubs. (And I thought I'd never see the day I said that.) Again, I'm not sure - it's a bit of a blur - but I think it went like this...
Bloss: Did you tell Dad?
Bubs: What?
Bloss: Did you tell Dad about me having sex with Brick?
Bubs: (Stuttering.) Why would I do that?
Silence.
Bloss: YOU LYING BITCH!
Bubs: (Starts to cry.) What? Blossom, I -
Bloss: I can't believe you! I thought you were looking out! Bubbles, you totally hung me out to dry!
Bubs: No I didn't! I don't even know what that means! I only told Dad because I was worried about you!
Enter me, before Blossom can kill Bubbles. Both are hysterical.
Me: What's going on?
Bloss: She told Dad on me!
Me: Can you blame her?
Bloss: Oh. So you're in this TOGETHER. I see.
Me: Um. No, you don't. If you think I'd get into ANYTHING with Bubs, you're clearly blind.
Bubs: Hey!
Me: Sorry. But you did use to wet the bed.
Bloss: Because of you, Bubbles, I have to move out.
Me & Bubs: WHAT?
Me: OK, you know what? You two stay here, I'll have a word with Dad.
Bloss: No way, Buttercup. I'm not staying here a second longer than I need to.
Exit Blossom.
So... she left. Well, she packed her bags and dragged them with us to school. Butch said that she's moving in with them. Which, if you think about it, is slightly ironic. Even though we still have to beat Mojo up on a regular basis, one of us is moving in with him. Oh my God. He is NOT going to be a happy evil monkey.
Bubbles.
09.04.06.
Dear Diary,
What was I thinking, telling Dad about Blossom and Brick sleeping together? I've made a total mess of everything. Dad's kicked Blossom out so she's moved in with MOJO, and she's not talking to me. I guess Buttercup could see how upset I was this morning, because she told me to ask to move to her Homeroom. Which I did. And so did Boomer. I know he's as upset about this as I am, but for a completely different reason. Why is it that my first crush fancies Blossom? This is the whole Mike thing all over again. Only it's ten times worse, because Blossom could be pregnant with Boomer's brother's kid, which could make things extra awkward if Boomer DOES ask Bloss out.
But Dad's been getting me down, too. He's been having a go at me, blaming me for everything. I don't think I'll be able to cope with this much longer.
Bubbles.
x
A/N: I know Bubbles's diary is always kinda short, but I don't know what to write for her. I might be able to make hers longer as I go on, but... yeah. Thanks!