I think this is going to be a longer story than I anticipated, yelp. It seems to have a mind of its own. rr
XOXO
'Damn, it's a bit chilly in here.'
If wasn't that bad for an April morning, but sleeping with gaping holes into the ceiling maybe wasn't the best idea.
'Well, it's your doing.' Brick yawned, also pointing at the sheets.
'No, the sheets are your doing.' she narrowed her eyes at him. 'I only take responsibility for the new skylights.'
she grinned at him, playfully punching his arm.
Brick smiled back, rubbing at his sleepy eyes.
'The atmosphere has no right to be this chilled. Wow, and you're actually flirting, Blossom. Way to go.'
Blossom's grin subsided, and Brick could feel the subtle shift in her countenance, but didn't say anything. An uncomfortable silence grew between them.
'Is this going to be like last time?' he eventually asked, a hint of weariness in his voice.
Blossom raised her eyebrows, unsure of his reference.
'You feeling remorse after sleeping with me.' he rubbed his temples in frustration.
'Oh...' she mumbled, unsure of how to react. 'No, it's not.'
'Good.' he replied coldly. 'Because I'm out of people to kill in fits of jealousy.' he said, tying his hair back in a casual bun.
'Jealousy? He's actually admitting to it?'
'Or do you have other boyfriends that I don't know of?' he asked slyly, getting closer to her side of the bed.
'What if I did? What gives you the right to butcher them all?'
Brick scoffed at her:
'There's no divine law that gives away these kind of rights. It all comes down to power: am I powerful enough to kill them or not.'
'And I am. We are. Blossom, how can you not see this, still?' he groaned in frustration, making it to her side of the bed and cupping her jaw.
'Why do I bother arguing? I just have to make it through the month and it's done.'
'I'm hungry and I need a coffee. Can we leave now?' she said, exhausted, rising from the bed and hurrying downstairs. Brick sighed and followed her shortly after.
Butch was already at the kitchen table, wolfing down the remains of last night's takeout.
'Nice performance last night, guys. 8/10 in a hotness scale, needs a bit more oomph next time.'
'...What the?'
'Super hearing, remember?' he tapped on his ear.
'Butch, can you not eavesdrop for once in your life?' Brick casually asked, filling a glass of water for himself.
'Hard not to do when hotpants here is involved.' he bit his lip suggestively.
'You take way too many liberties in the way you talk to her. You seem to forget she's my girlfriend.' he continued calmly, taking a sip.
The word took Blossom by surprise. She did, indeed, agree to being his 'partner', but somehow, she didn't imagine him using that word for her.
'Yeah, yeah, hands off the goods, don't worry, bro.'
'I'm a person, you know.' Blossom interjected, feeling annoyed at the exchange.
'Oh, now the doggy tries to bite, look at it.' he replied mockingly.
'If I'm a doggy what does make you? Fecal bacteria stuck on a skidmark?' she snapped back.
This garnered a chuckle from Brick who was now lazily checking his smartphone.
'Watch it there, sweetheart.' Butch got closer to her, visibly bothered. 'You might be Brick's girl, but it would be too bad if something happened to Butterbitch.' he taunted her and relished in the fear he could read in his eyes.
'Enough.' Brick's eyes had turned steely. 'I said we're leaving Townsville alone, Butch.'
'You said that, I never...'
'We are leaving Townsville alone, Butch.' he intervened before the green ruff could finish.
'Fine.' Butch reluctantly replied, seething with anger.
The atmosphere was tense, Brick still mindlessly scrolling while Butch and Blossom gave each other icy looks.
Luckily, Boomer walked in beaming like a ray of sunshine.
'Hey, guys.' 'Whoa, whoa, what's with the bad vibes?' he looked around trying to find the source.
'It's nothing.' Brick cooly replied, tucking his phone back in his pocket. He looked at the others:
'Everyone fine with moon training today?'
Moon training?'
'Ugh, moon training? Can I skip?
'As long as there's three of us going, I don't mind, Butch.' 'Boomer?'
'Ye, I'm up for it. It's fun to have someone else joining for a change.' he smiled at Blossom.
'Ok, it's settled then. We can get a bite in the nearby city first.
On this occasion, Blossom had the best pasta dish of her life. Surprisingly enough, served in a tiny, unassuming restaurant on the Italian seashore.
Before anyone else, Butch was done with his family size dish and was preparing to leave:
'See you later, suckers!'
'Butch, maximum 10 o'clock, that villa we've stayed on before in Iceland.'
'I've got my phone and tracking app anyway.' he rolled his eyes at his brother.
'In case.. '
'In case I lose it, yea.' he interrupted, irked by Brick's bossiness.
'Wouldn't be the first time.'
Blossom was slightly amused by their dynamic, it reminded her a lot of her and her sisters.
Butch dashed off, and they quickly followed, launching straight for the stars.
It had been so many years since she had been in space, Blossom could barely remember the feeling.
As they flew, she could hear Brick addressing her:
'I'm briefing you now on what we'll do up there since we won't be able to communicate anymore in space. We're going to play catch.' he turned his gaze towards her. She cocked her head at him, expecting more.
'That's it. Catch in space. Well, you can do more if you want to entertain Boomer.'
'Is catch in space that special?' she gave him a quizzical look.
'It's faster, no gravity or air involved. It's the moon, remember?' he said, poking her forehead.
As they went farther, she could feel the air thinning and her flight becoming smoother, unobstructed. It was an eerie sensation, and she would be lying if she said she didn't relish in it. It was freeing to not feel the wind slapping against her face.
At some point in their ascension, she turned to Brick and attempted to speak, but found she could only mouth the words. Blossom looked backwards, Earth was behind them, the blue of the oceans peeking through a thick layer of clouds.
The moon was getting closer and closer, and, before she knew it, Blossom was stepping on the grey, sand like surface.
She picked up a handful of the dust and witnessed it dispersing in the void.
Boomer had picked up a huge rock, and, thankfully, she noticed it launching at her head. She caught it in time, but it almost slipped from her fingers, it seemed to have a mind of its own.
'Space catch really is something else.'
She threw it back at Boomer as strongly as she could, mostly as payback. The blonde did a few playful flips in the air before intercepting it and passing it off to Brick.
The game continued, but Blossom eventually found herself worn down by the extreme temperature she was forced to adapt to.
Boomer noticed her fatigue and decided they would take a break. He grabbed her hand and started looking for something on the lunar surface. After looking for a while his face lit up in recognition.
He pointed at a huge dent in the dust and motioned with his head that they should fly above it.
Blossom could see letters drawn in the dust, together forming the name 'Boomer'.
Brick soon joined them and Boomer enthusiastically pointed at Blossom and at the letters on the lunar surface.
Brick shaked his head, clearly not compliant, but his brother wouldn't let it rest. Blossom reluctantly agreed with his plan, and he showed them 7 fingers and then pointed at each of them.
'7 fingers...7 letters...B L O S S O M'
Boomer motioned that he would do the first 2, Blossom the next 3 and Brick the last 2 letters.
They marched together to the moon's surface and started working on the letters, Boomer showing them how to draw them by dragging their feet in the dust.
Blossom realised too late that she didn't properly anticipate how much space her letters should take, so she barely managed to squeeze in the last S.
When they were done the blonde took them to admire their work, but he started laughing at the result. It wasn't great. All the letters were uneven, and that barely there S clearly took the cake.
Brick facepalmed and convinced them to go back for another round of lunar catch.
'Great, now my name is immortalized in the lunar surface in the writing of a 5 year old.'
As they continued with the game, they moved closer to the nighttime side of the moon, and Brick motioned to her to give it a try.
He took her near the edge, holding her hand, then plunged in and felt the darkness enveloping her. The shift was sudden, she felt the cold entering her bones.
Brick then decided they had had enough and began the descent back to Earth. He looked behind, smiled devilishly and grabbed both their hands as they made their way to Earth's surface.
Their speed was increasing, and as they were close to entering the Earth's atmosphere, Blossom noticed that Brick and Boomer were creating some sort of protective shield with their hands.
She impulsively decided to join, her pink aura attempting to strengthen theirs. She eventually managed, the resulting shield turning a light mauve hue as they continued crashing through the stratosphere. She tried her best to hold it up, struggling to keep her hands from shaking:
'One crack in this shield and we're fried. Might take a few days to heal.'
She noticed Brick laughing next to her with pure glee, like a child. Further increasing the speed, he couldn't contain his excitement at their meteoric fall.
Passing the cloud layer, Blossom thanked the gods they were above an ocean, she couldn't see anything else but water though the mauve shield. A few seconds passed and they splashed into the waves, slightly dampening their fall.
As they sank deeper and deeper a single thought passed Blossom's mind:
'What a ride.'