Thank you all so much.

Buttercup1999: I believe your story, "Started From The Bottom" Is just fabulous. So this means a lot. Thanks.

HazelEyesGal2000: She was speaking about her eyes. She was bullied mainly because of their color and her family doesn't even want to look at her because they thinks she's a witch.

rainbow bullet: I love the bond as well. It is something that will never be tarnished. :)

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gilly boy: You'll just have to see ;)

Franny96: Awe! You're way to sweet. I love Blossick myself. I love all the pairings, but they seem to hold a the biggest spot in my heart. :)

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LazyRocker: Thanks. I try.

The math class went by fast. Buttercup had not been joking when she had said her teacher had a short fuse. Blossom had not dealt with it first hand, but she seen him yelling at a boy, because he had fallen asleep for a brief second. Blossom did not believe in sleeping in school, but she also didn't believe that it should have been handled so harshly. There were many other ways in dealing with the situation.

Blossom had ignored it. She had seen much worse. A teacher at her old school had actually beaten up a kid for daydreaming. The teacher was nuts, however. Blossom could remember how confused and startled he was when the teacher had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Blossom couldn't lie and say she didn't enjoy the show, though. The boy was one of the main people to call her a witch.

She enjoyed this school far better than the one back in Topsail. It was larger. Held more activities. More variety in elective classes. The thing she loved the most, was the people. She would've never been able to find such friends like Bubbles and Buttercup there.

Buttercup was very quick with her numbers. Blossom had only helped her a little. The thing that made Blossom astounded was Buttercup barely tried. She said the numbers were a gut instinct, because her father had surrounded her with science and math flash cards when she was still an infant. She wasn't boasting. She had informed Blossom of it very humbly.

She noticed that Buttercup wasn't a very boastful person. Yes, she proudly stated the things she had accomplished, but she wasn't mean about it. She never made you feel little about yourself compared to her. She was just confident. To be confident, you must also know your boundaries and Buttercup was not ashamed of admitting those either.

Blossom thought back on Buttercup's life. She only had her father and Bubbles. Her mom had died when she was only six. Blossom couldn't imagine her life without her mom. It was too dreadful. Yet, Buttercup seemed unfazed. Maybe she was just really good at hiding her emotions. Either way, her life must be rough. She could figure out how she was able to smile day-to-day, knowing that she only had three other people to share it with.

Bubbles seemed to be the same way. Both parents were alive, and she had three other sisters, but she still seemed so lonely. Bubbles didn't speak much about her family earlier. She sort of tried to avoid the subject. What she did say about them, however, was only good things, so Blossom didn't think Bubbles was being abused. She just seemed to be distant from them.

Life was difficult all around for Blossom. She had never made friends and the only people she had were her parents. Of course she was grateful, but Blossom often dreamed what it would be like if she looked differently. If she looked normal. Life would be so much better. If she didn't have her weird colored eyes, Blossom was sure she would have a lot of friends.

She looked to Buttercup. The girl was leaning back in her seat, jamming to the sound of soft rock.

Buttercup didn't seem to care about her eye color. Bubbles and Princess had noticed it, but Buttercup hadn't said a word about it. Had she thought the same as Princess? Did she believe they were fake? Would she stop talking to her because of it? No. Buttercup wasn't like that. She embraced being different. It was her nature. So that must be why she hadn't said anything. Being abnormal was her normal.

Still, Blossom couldn't believe that nobody in this school had said anything bad about them. At her old school, they believed if Blossom looked their way, they would freeze in eternal ice. In this school, nobody cared. She wondered why.

Red.

Princess had said something about a boy with red eyes. That had to be the reason no one cared. They already had someone who was weird just like her. He just had red eyes instead of pink. How Princess described it, Brick was famous for them. This town worshiped the family because of their money and their son with abnormal-colored eyes.

She focused back on Buttercup. The girl's black hair was swaying as she lightly bobbed her head to the rhythm. Blossom leaned over and poked her, making sure to be discreet. Something told her, Mr Jones didn't like talking in classroom.

Bright green eyes looked over to her. Buttercup pulled out her right ear bud so that she could hear what Blossom had to say. Her own eyes darted to the teacher at the front of the class. He had his nose deep in to the paper of Townsville Times. She looked back to Blossom, when she noted that the coast was clear. She lifted her eyebrow, asking the silent question on what she needed.

"Can you tell me about the Jojo brothers?" Blossom asked in an audible whisper. Buttercup looked to her in confusion, not knowing why Blossom would ask about them. Buttercup leaned over a little more.

"Well there's three of them." Buttercup started. "They're triplets, but they don't have a single trait alike. Brick is a ginger and has bright red eyes. He's won several awards in academics, so I guess that makes him the smart one. Butch is the second, He has black hair and green eyes. His eyes are like two shades darker than mine, I think. He's the football star for their private school. Boomer is the youngest. He's blonde with blue eyes. I heard a rumor that he was mute, but I don't know for sure. They are the richest kids in Townsville, and they flaunt it."

"How so?" Blossom asked, curiosity growing in her. Buttercup's eyes went to the top of her head in thought. They then went over to the teacher, before resting back on Blossom.

"They're always throwing some kind of fit. Well Brick and Butch do. Like I said, I think Boomer is mute. I remember last year, we won the championship over Macarthur and Butch threw a huge fit about how they deserved the trophy. They got it after they gave the Town Six-hundred- thousand dollars. That's how." Buttercup said. Her face then shifted in a deep scowl. "If it were up to me, I'd beat them 'till they start acting like human beings." Blossom giggled. She then looked to Buttercup, becoming full of wonder.

"Are his eyes really red?" Blossom asked. Buttercup nodded, finally knowing where this question came from.

"Yep, you aren't the only one anymore. By the way, I think your eyes are pretty cool." She complimented. Blossom blushed softly from the comment. So Buttercup knew they were real and she was okay with it. In the corner of their eyes, they could see their teacher shift. They quickly sat straight in their chairs.

Mr Jones was a heavy built man. Most of his muscle was in his upper torso. He was bald and cleanly shaved. Piercing blue eyes searched the class for any disturbance. He was a kind man, when you deserved his kindness. He was known throughout the school, however, for the worst temper. No one wanted to meet his bad side. Blossom did not intend to neither.

Minutes Before the Last Bell

It was now only minutes before the bell rang to dismiss the school. Students watched as the clocked tick brutally slow. Everyone was ready for the big game that would take place on the field in only two hours. Anticipation was high. Tonight was the first game of the season. The game that would tell if they would have a good season or not. No pressure.

Blossom and Bubbles passed the remaining minutes talking about their plans. Sadly, Buttercup had a different sixth hour from them. Bubbles had it handled, though. Buttercup was getting texts every thirty seconds from the excited blonde.

"Okay, so before the game, we'll head to my house." Bubbles informed. The whole time she spoke aloud, her fingers dashed across her keyboard on her cell. "My dad and mom will still be at the hospital, and my sisters are most likely at gymnastics, so we'll have the house to ourselves. We can get ready there and chill until it's time to go to the game." Bubbles said. Blossom nodded.

"That sounds great." Blossom stated. "Are your sisters going to the game." Bubbles stopped texting and looked up at her. Blossom could swear she a look of distance in her eyes. Bubbles quickly blinked away the sorrow. She smiled at Blossom.

"They don't have to be there. I know they support me." Bubbles said. Her voice cracked. The sound made Blossom's heart-break. She lifted a hand and placed it on Bubbles arm. Bubbles sniffled, still smiling. The pain in her eyes began to return. She finally couldn't take it anymore and hid her face under her bangs.

"Bubbles..." Blossom whispered. Her hand reached to the blonde's cheek. Bubbles' head snapped up, a smile that could brighten a pitch-black room, dawned on her features. Blossom looked taken back from the sudden cheerfulness.

"Isn't it just great knowing you have so many people who support you. I feel so grateful. I have an amazing mom who loves me so much, I have a daddy that works hard to make sure we live good, and My sisters are always watching over me, making sure I can have a bright future." Bubbles said, grabbing Blossom's hand. "I have a best friend that always has my back and will fight to the bitter end for me, and now I have you." Bubbles whispered. Tears brimmed her eyes. "I'm the most luckiest girl in the world."

Blossom opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by the sound of the bell. Bubbles stood and wiped her eyes. Blossom stood beside her. Blossom reached up and wiped the tears from Bubbles' cheek that had not been caught. Blossom gave her a warm smile, that Bubbles graciously returned.

"Come on. Let's go find Buttercup." Bubbles nodded. As Blossom went to walk to the door, Bubbles tugged on the back of her shirt. Blossom turned to her.

"Don't tell Buttercup that I was about to cry. She gets really worried over me. I don't want to her to worry. I want tonight to be happy." Bubbles asked of the red-headed girl. Her baby-blue eyes looked up at Blossom with a sense of hope in them. The tears that were in her eyes made them seem more intense. Blossom just couldn't refuse. She nodded.

Bubbles giggled, and grabbed her hand. They both ran out the door to find Buttercup.

Quickly and carefully, they ran past the students of Townsville High. They made sure to avoid running or bumping in to anyone. In this time of the day, that mission was hard to do. The halls were packed with excited teenagers. The white noise passed by the two girls' ears as they ran.

Bubbles led Blossom up the flight of stairs. Blossom recognized the hall where she had first met Bubbles. She could see where both of their lockers were located, Buttercup was leaning against. She was looking down at her IPod, most likely selecting a new song.

Upon hearing footsteps closing in, Buttercup looked up. She put her IPod in her back pocket and smiled at them. Blossom then noticed her holding a skateboard under her left arm. It was the skateboard that Blossom had seen her rolling around in the office earlier that day. Buttercup had her beanie back on her head. School was out, so the rules were forgotten.

Buttercup turned to Bubbles locker and put in the combination, opening it for her. Bubbles smiled and bent down to grab her stuff. She picked up the pink bag that Blossom had put in their this morning. Bubbles giggled sheepishly. She handed Blossom the bag.

"Oops. I forgot that I told you we would come back to my locker." Blossom laughed, slinging the bag over her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. I actually forgot too." Blossom reassured her. Neither noticed Buttercup staring intensely at Bubbles. More specifically, Bubbles' eyes. they were pinkish around the white area. Buttercup knew only two way of giving the eyes that color. Getting high, and crying. She knew for a fact, Bubbles wouldn't be caught dead near weed.

Blossom caught on to Buttercup's staring. She told Bubbles she wouldn't tell. She didn't think she needed to. Buttercup was observant, especially when it came to Bubbles. Blossom caught Buttercup's eyes. She shook her head slightly, indicating for her not to say anything. Buttercup kept the stare, and reluctantly agreed.

Bubbles didn't catch the exchange. She was too busy grabbing her stuff as the glances were passed. When she was done, she shut her locker door. She smiled at both of her friends.

"Okay. I'm ready. Let's go."

1 Hour and 45 minutes later: At the Game

Bubbles had already separated from Blossom and Buttercup. She had to meet her squad down on the field to practice. Blossom had done her hair and make up for her. She was excited and couldn't wait to show Blossom what she had. She was now stretching for her routine.

From at the top of the hill, Buttercup and Blossom stood, waiting for the game. The field was bowl-shaped. It was land that dipped down and was surrounded by four big hills. On the right was the Home team. Students wore their blue and gold school shirts. on the left, Macarthur sat. Their school colors white and purple danced around their bleachers. Most of their students were still in their uniforms.

The bleachers were starting to be filled with students, teachers and parents on both sides. Line at the concession stands were long and the ones for the bathroom were longer. Blossom had never seen so many people in one place before. This town really loved its football.

"Blossom!" A nasally voice called out. Buttercup growled. Blossom turned around and met the eyes of Princess. She had changed into a skimpy leather skirt that barely covered the bottom of her butt. She wore a red spaghetti strap with a low V-neck with it. The shirt was so small it stopped only at her belly button.

Blossom couldn't believe that this girl was not cold. Bubbles had lent her a pair of soft grey sweatpants and a long-sleeved sweater. She was glad that Bubbles had given her warm clothes. The wind was blowing harder than it was earlier in the afternoon. She was even wishing she had brought a jacket.

As Princess jogged over, her face twisted in disgust upon see Buttercup. The feeling was mutual for the dark-haired girl. The both stared each other down, as Princess got closer.

"Dyke." Princess snarled.

"Whorebucks." Buttercup growled back. Blossom stood back, fearing the flames that was emitting from both girls. Moments passed by with Buttercup and Princess glaring at each other. Neither looked away, no matter how disgusted they were of each others' faces. Looking away meant giving up. Giving up meant they lost. Losing meant the other was better. Neither was about let the other win.

"Umm." Blossom tried to make one of them look towards her. It was in vain. Both girls were too stubborn. Blossom sighed, giving up.

"Yo. Princess." A husky voice call out. This made Princess finally look away. Her chestnut eyes widened in joy upon hearing the voice. Blossom looked to where the voice had come from. She swore her breath had gotten stuck in her throat.

Red. Bright, Red eyes stared lazily at the nasally-voiced girl. He stood straight, his thick orange hair flowed over his shoulders. A red cap was absently placed backwards on top of his head. He was tanned and very well-built from the look of it. Blossom could see why Princess was in love with this boy. He was absolutely stunning.

A blonde-haired boy stood beside him. Blossom could see dark blue eyes, but they were looking at the ground. He seemed to be more interested in the dirt under his feet than Princess. His cheeks were puffed out slightly, giving him a baby-faced look. Blossom couldn't deny that this boy was downright adorable.

"Bricky!" Princess let out a ear-piercing shrill. The boys that Blossom remembered from description, Brick and Boomer, flinched from the sound. Buttercup's hands flew to her ears, gripping them. Blossom clenched her eyes shut. When she looked over, Princess had a iron grip around Brick's torso.

The boy looked like he was wanting to chuck her over the hill. He tried to pull her arms away from him. Princess didn't catch have the signs and only tightened her grip. Boomer looked over at his brother, humor dancing in his cobalt eyes.

Buttercup was trying her hardest to hold back a laugh, but couldn't any longer. She finally started to spit, as she busted out laughing. The three pairs of eyes looked over to her as Blossom looked down, shaking her head. Blossom was laughing to herself silently at the poor boys misfortune.

"What are you laughing at?" Brick demanded. Blossom looked up and saw his face beet red from anger. He didn't like other people laughing at him. Blossom giggled a little louder, catching his attention. She suspected him to be even angrier, but that was not the emotion at all. Instead, his face seemed to go back to normal. His red eyes widened.

Blossom finally, was able to control herself, waving her hand to him.

"I'm so sorry, but the look on your face was funny." Blossom giggled. Brick's cheeks began to turn a shade of pink. Princess glared at her.

"Don't laugh at him! Apologize now!" Princess demanded in a shriek. She finally let him go, her hands on his hips.

"No. It's okay. I guess it was sort of funny." Brick chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Boomer stared at him disbelief. Brick walked up to Blossom, grabbing her hand and pressing it to his lips. Buttercup gawked over at them, her laughter fading instantly. Princess' fists clenched to her sides. Blossom blushed. "Hi. I'm Brick." He introduced himself. He pointed back to his brother, who waved shyly. "That's Boomer. What's your name?"

Blossom stared at him blankly. She was too shocked to speak. Luckily, Buttercup saw this and pulled her away from the boy's grasp. Brick grunted in disappointed, realizing that Blossom was not alone.

"Her name's Blossom." Princess bit out, grabbing Brick's arm. Brick ignored her and smiled over to Blossom.

"That's beautiful." He complimented. Blossom looked to Princess. She could see steam practically rolling out of her ears. Blossom lifted her hands to her temples and began to rub them in circular motion. What has she gotten herself into now?

So There is Brick and Boomer. Butch and Bubbles are on the field, so they have no idea what's going on. Thank you all for the reviews. You guys make me feel awesome. I mean 24 for only two chapters! I'm honored. Keep reviewing. My next update should be around next weekend. Thank you again. ^.^