I just adore you guys. You guys make my writing even better.

Blossicklover456: Oh Shucks. I'm blushing. haha

dangerous-angel-123: Thanks. Well he's one of the richest people in Townsville, wouldn't you want to flaunt it as well? Haha.

SpoilSuggaPrincess: I can't wait either. Thanks a bunch :)

SwiftArt-Star: Aww how sweet. ^.^ Thank you, but I have some mess ups in this fic. I'm just to lazy to fix them yet hehe. I just love Blossick myself. They're my favorite as well. I just find the so fun. Butch and Buttercup aren't too far behind, and Bubbles and Boomer are just adorable.

gilly boy: Haha. You're review made me laugh, because honestly I could picture Brick doing that, Lol I don't blame you, I watch a lot of anime too. He's just showing his devotion. Trust me,.. He gets worse. Lmao

Franny96: Haha. I do enjoy the fluffiness Brick seems to bring. If you think Brick was adorable, wait 'till you see Boomer. (Wink wink) haha Thank you so much.

EasyBreezy19: Well I am glad you gave it a chance. You will be happy to know, that Butch and Buttercup will have some chapters to themselves, along with Boomer and Bubbles. Just be patient my friend. Thank you soo much. You are too kind.

Ghost501: I do hope you mean a good interesting. Honestly, I like them more a regular human beings. I think it brings them more complexity.

Blazengirl410: Thank you so much.

Kyogan-Saori: Hah you will see it in this chapter.

Blasianeko: Hehe I am so glad. They are just the best aren't they?

PhyreGirl: You will see them very soo. Don't you worry. Thank you soo much!

xXDannii101Xx: Thanks! Well, in his defense, he's too rich to carry what we like to call change. Hah. Blossom was lucky that he knew what a dollar bill was. x)

Mystery99: Brick is naturally very blunt because of his lifestyle. He always gets what he wants.. So he thinks. Lol I pity her as well. Princess will certainly not be happy. I will explain that in this chapter. :)

BatmanBeliever0027: Thank you so much. You're too sweet :)

cococandy21: Thank you. I'm very proud of it. Honestly. I didn't think this many people would like it. I will try to update every weekend, but since my summer break is coming up I will have a lot of free time to do some chapters sooner.

allyD: I think the boys are very posessive. I imagine them being sort of a jealous type. :)

Elisa: Thank you for the advice. I sort of have my own writing style. I'm trying to improve it daily. I know I use their names a lot, but it kind of a habit on my part so I can keep up with them myself.

SnowSongX347: We can always rely on Buttercup to stand her ground. haha

unbelievable. That was the word swimming in Brick's mind. This girl was nothing he had ever seen before. Usually when he offered money, girls swarmed him like moths to a flame. They would even offer to do many sexual favors. But no! This girl would not even take his change. After she had purchased her soft beverage, she insisted that he take his change back. She even had the audacity to say she would pay him back. Like he needed a dollar when he had hundreds of millions at home and in his family bank. He didn't need a ridiculous dollar. Did she not understand that he was rich? Unbelievable.

He could not even wrap his mind around the concept. Girls were supposed to like money. They were supposed to like shopping and having nice clothes and jewelry. Brick was more than willing to buy her what ever she wanted. If she wanted a dog, he would buy her one with a pedigree. If she asked him for a car, he would buy her the newest model and whatever color she wanted. If she wanted a house, he would get her a house that could put the Morebucks to shame. If she wanted a diamond, he would make sure it was the biggest rock anyone has ever seen. There was just one problem.

She wouldn't take his money.

The irony of the world pissed him off. He finally find the perfect girl who he wouldn't mind going above and beyond for, and she didn't even want him to jump.

This made him admire her, however. This meant she didn't care if he was rich or poor. She was humble. This meant his value to her was the same as any poor man who would ask for her hand. She was humble, not self-centered or money hungry. She looked beyond social standing into the person's soul. that was the type of girl he intended to marry. Someone who would still be by his side if they went bankrupt.

Brick sighed inwardly. His head was beginning to hurt. He focused himself back to reality. Blossom was walking ahead of him, showing him where they were seated. Fortunately for him, this also gave him the perfect opportunity to stare at her curvaceous backside. He was making sure to take much advantage of this offer.

Breathtaking. this was the new word that was replaced in his mind. Blossom had to be the most gorgeous girl he had ever met. She had the body of a goddess. No matter how baggy of clothes she was wearing, there was no denying the pneumatic body she had. Her breasts were nice and plump, giving her chest a nice swell look. He bottom was round and perfectly dipped into her nice long legs. in between was a small waist that gave her the look of an hour glass. Her body wasn't the most attractive thing about her, though.

Pink. Her eyes were a ravishing shade of a baby pink. They were soft and kind. They were also wise. He had always heard that the eyes were the gateway to the soul. This became a fact to him when he stared into hers. he good tell she had been through a lot, but she refused to let that defeat her. She was brave and responsible. She tried to avoid trouble. He liked that about her.

Then there was her voice. Silky. Elegant. Smooth. Soothing. Brick wasn't sure if these were even the right words to describe the way she sounded. When he had heard her laugh, he could feel himself stop breathing. The tune of her giggling became his favorite song. He just wanted to put her on repeat. He would do anything to hear her speak or laugh again. I mean, who wouldn't. The sound was simply to angelatic not to want to hear every single minute.

His thoughts were shattered as he saw Blossom make a turn up the bleachers. He looked up to where she was heading and saw his brother and the dark-haired girl Blossom had been with.

"Look who I ran into." Blossom stated, gaining their attention. Brick smirked.

Literally." Brick snickered. This earned a glare from his read-headed beauty. Boomer shook his head and Buttercup had given him a look of incertitude. Blossom patted her shoulder as she took her place between her and Boomer. Brick frowned in disappointment. Boomer gave him a look of pure comical interest. He patted the seat beside him on the edge for his brother to sit.

"How'd you lose Whorebucks?" Buttercup asked. Boomer and Brick blinked at her. Then a burst of laughter emitted from their chests. The began to lean on each other for support. Boomer had even wiped a fake tear from his eyes to dramatic emphasis on the hilarious name that had just been told. Blossom simply shrugged at Buttercup when she looked her way with confusion.

"Whorebucks." Brick finally gushed out. "That's rich. Oh my god. I have to start using that." Buttercup finally understood and laughed heartedly. She had called Princess Whorebucks for so long she had convinced herself that was her real name. She had not realized that she had made a joke until Brick spoke.

"Sorry, I forgot that it was a nickname that I had given her." Buttercup apologized. Blossom simply rolled her eyes and took a swig of her soft drink.

"That was amazing." Boomer chuckled. This made Brick halt in his laughter. Boomer didn't speak in front of people. The only ones who knew the sound of his voice was him, Butch, their parents, and staff that worked at their home since they were small. Everyone had thought Boomer was mute since he didn't talk to others. Brick and Butch were the only ones who knew why. Not even their parents knew the dark secret about Boomer's silence. To hear him speak in front of these two girls made him proud. He was learning to let people in again.

Butch will be happy to hear this as well.

"Seriously, though, what happened to her. Wasn't she taking you somewhere to have 'fun'." Buttercup brought her hands up to use the visual air quotations. Brick's eyes instantly darted to Blossom. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he messed around with Princess. Brick wasn't that kind of guy. No, he was not a virgin, but he could at least count all the girls he had slept with on one had. Brick would never sleep with another girl again, unless it was Blossom. He made a vow to it.

"We didn't do anything." Brick retorted in a defensive manner. "Her coach saw her trying to leave the field with me and stopped her. After a lot of whining, Princess went with her coach to get ready. Thank God. i thought I was going to be a goner." He then looked to his baby brother sitting beside him. "And you would be the reason if I would've gotten raped tonight." Boomer's only reply was a shrug of the shoulders. Buttercup laughed and him.

The announcers had boomed over the intercom, claiming that the Townsville Tigers had just made a touchdown. Four pairs of eyes went to the score board. 14 to 7.

"Butch will be mad if he loses tonight." Boomer answered to no one particularly. this seemed to spark something in Buttercup. She leaned over Blossom and gave the brothers a fierce look.

"He won't try to steal the trophy from us agin will he?" She growled. Boomer rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Brick gave her remorseful smile.

"We will make sure he won't. the only reason he did that last year was because our dad had attended the game. Our parents don't really come to our activities, so this meant a lot to Butch. Winning the trophy last year meant that he would make our dad proud. Sadly, the fact that he was coming, also made Butch nervous and his head wasn't fully in the game. He felt the trophy was ours since he had not tried his best. it was nothing against your school at all." Brick explained. Buttercup seemed to soften at this. Her eyes became sorrowful. Almost as if she knew exactly what they were talking about.

Blossom looked to her, wanting to ask if this dealt with how distant Bubbles seemed from her family. She kept quiet, however. She felt the question only needed to be asked in private.

"That's sad. Was he proud?" Blossom asked. Boomer's eyes fell to his brother on the field. Brick gave her a smile that didn't reach his eyes and shrugged.

"He didn't stay long enough to stay. He left the day after for another business trip." Brick answered truthfully. He placed a hand on his brothers back, giving him support.

There was silence after that. No one spoke, but it seemed as if the wind caressed their troubles away. Soon, Boomer pulled on a smile as he watched his brother run seven yards until he was tackled. Brick watched in amusement.

He loved going to Butch's games. Not only did he see a sincere smile on his face, he could see the aliveness of the sport brought him peace. Butch was a natural aggressive person. Growing up, he had many times that he would get in trouble for getting into fights. He knew Butch bottled anger up. Usually, he was very open with him and Boomer, but he understood that there were things that he did not share. Boomer and him were the exact same way. This sport helped him release all the anger.

Plus, Brick enjoyed seeing his pompous brother get knocked on his ass.

"That's him right? Number fourteen?" Buttercup asked, watching a dark-haired male jump around the field. Brick and Boomer nodded, laughing at their brother's idiocy.

"Did he get to choose his number?" Blossom asked. Boomer turned his hand side ways.

"Sort of. They gave him a range of numbers to choose of, but lucky for him, fourteen was in the range. It's his favorite number. Something about it being double the luck, or something." Boomer humored. Brick nodded in agreement. Blossom giggled, making Brick stare at her in awe. He began to smile without any knowledge.

"He's a dork." Buttercup laughed. "That's something my dad would think of." Blossom smiled at her. She admired the Father-Daughter bond that her and the Professor shared. It reminded her of her father and herself.

"Wait 'till you meet him." Brick scoffed. "If you think he's a dork for that, you have no idea how worst he gets in person." He shook his head. Blossom and Buttercup shared a look before looking to the brothers. They were both smiling affectionately at them.

"You guys are close, huh?" Buttercup asked.

"Yeah. It's been us three since we were small. Our parents are always gone, and the staff is just there. They don't care about us. just the money we pay them."

"Except Alaina." Boomer interrupted. He looked to the girls. "Alaina cares for us. She's like a mom. Usually, the staff is released at Christmas, but she stayed to make sure we weren't lonely." Boomer smiled lovingly at the memory.

"Yes, Alaina is the exception, but still there are times when she can't be with us. She has a family of her own that she needs to be with." Brick reasoned. Boomer became quiet.

"Well too bad you go to Macarthur, or we could see each other everyday." Blossom thought aloud. Brick perked at the idea. Everyday, seeing Blossom. Everyday, Boomer beginning to talk to others. Everyday, around someone who actually gave a damn about them. The thought sounded nice. This was something that he was going to think over.

"Yeah, too bad." he drawled. Boomer was the only one who caught on to it. He smiled knowing his brother's mind better than most.

Boomer looked over to Blossom, who smiled sympathetically at him. He had a feeling that he would be seeing her often, and the same feeling occurred when he glanced at Buttercup. He liked them. He didn't know why. He just did. Maybe it was because they didn't treat him like others did. maybe it was the feeling of maternity when he looked at Blossom. Maybe it was the security he felt sitting close to Buttercup. Maybe it was the fact that when he talked to them, it felt normal.

He didn't like talking to people. Smiles on others just seemed so forced when the gazed down at him. Their smiles reminded him of dark days. Dark days that Boomer wished he could forget. Talking to people seemed to make him feel guilty. Talking meant you making trust with someone. You were trusting them to understand your words. Trusting them to remember them. He didn't trust people. he barely trusted his own parents. He only trusted Brick and Butch.

Maybe that was why he felt he could talk to Blossom and Buttercup. They were like his brothers, only female.

Whatever the reason, he liked it. He didn't like being quiet. He wanted to be able to tell someone his days. He wanted to talk about his drawings that he would sketch from heart. He wanted to cry to someone. Crying to his brothers was a no. He wanted them to think he was strong. That he wasn't affected by what happened. But looking at Blossom, who was giving him a smile so pure and earnest, made him want to crawl in her lap and cry.

"Are you alright?" Blossom whispered, seeing his pained expression. Boomer could hear sincerity in her voice, something only his brothers used with him. Not trusting his voice, he nodded his head. Blossom didn't look satisfied with the answer. She stood, catching Buttercup's and Brick's attention. She bent over and grabbed Boomer's hands. His cobalt eyes widened at the affection. Brick didn't know how to feel about this. Buttercup just looked confused. "Boomer and I are going to the concession stands. I can see a hungry boy when I look at him." She announced. Boomer looked just as confused as Buttercup was. Blossom looked him the eyes. "There's no need to be quiet about it. You have people who will listen to you." She spoke.

Boomer couldn't believe what she had said. Had she read his mind? Could she tell he wanted to speak with her? Did she somehow understand his trouble mind by one look into his eyes?

She pulled him down the bleachers, leaving Brick no room to try to come along. Quickly they made their way to the concession stand, but stopped closely by it. Far enough from the bleachers so Brick and Buttercup couldn't see and far away from the concession stand so no one could hear them.

Boomer opened his mouth to question her, but again he wondered if she could read his mind when she spoke first.

"I can see that you are broken. Trust me. I know the feeling. You don't have to tell me anything. I just wanted you to know, that if there are things that you don't feel talking about with your brothers, I'm here. I believe Buttercup will feel the same way, and when you meet Bubbles, you will see she is all ears to a troubled heart. you don't have to be silent anymore. You have a voice, and it needs to be heard, just like everyone else." She hugged him. Boomer could feel his chest tightened. His eyes began to burn. he found himself wrapping his arms around her, gripping her sweater as a sob erupted.

"Thank you." He whispered. Hot tears ran down his face as he gripped Blossom tighter. "Thank you so much. You have no idea how much it means to me." Blossom smiled sadly as she held him, caressing his hair.

"Just let it out." She soothed. "You can always cry to me. I'll always listen to you."

They stood there for a while. Many people passed by, glancing at them admiringly. Boomer wasn't sure what they were thinking, but right now it didn't matter. He was finally crying. He had kept it inside for so long that he wasn't sure he could cry anymore. He was happy that he could find someone who would hear him out. He was grateful for how supporting his brothers were, but what Boomer was looking for was a maternal shoulder to cry on. Alaina was there, but Brick was right. She had her own family. He didn't feel it was right to burden her.

Boomer let her go. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Blossom just stood close by, making sure he knew that she was still close by. He looked back at her, a smile beaming on his face. Blossom giggled at how innocently adorable he looked at that instant.

"Now come on. Let's get some snacks. Brick will flip out if I keep you for too long." Blossom giggled and nodded. Boomer grabbed her hand and pulled her to the snack stand. he offered her anything she wanted. She refused. Boomer had never heard a girl refuse having something bought for her. He gave her a skeptical smile and ordered her another Dr Pepper and a bag of Doritos. He bought himself the Cool Ranch kind and figure Buttercup would like the Spicy Nacho. Something told him that she liked hot foods.

Blossom had insisted to pay him back, but he just gave her an eye roll.

"Listen, Brick and I have money to burn. You are someone we are willing to spend it on. You are just going to have to get used it. We will be buying you things and there will be nothing you can do to stop us." Blossom huffed, her cheeks puffing out slightly. Boomer gave her a cheeky smile.

"I won't tell anyone." Blossom told him softly. Boomer looked at her. "You don't have to worry. I won't tell anyone that you cried. If Brick asked just say the wind irritated them. I know boys have reputations to uphold, especially to other guys." She explained.

"Thank you." Boomer whispered.

They began to walk back. A peaceful silence between the two. Boomer liked this type of silence. This silence meant there was unspoken trust. No talking was needed to know they were there for each other. Boomer felt that he had finally met the best friend he had always wanted. Someone other than his brothers that he could be comfortable with.

A look of relief crossed Brick's face upon seeing them appear at the bottom of the bleachers. Buttercup snorted at this, gaining a glare.

"We brought snacks for everyone." Boomer stated, handing Brick and Buttercup their chips. Buttercup smiled at him graciously.

"Ah man! how'd you know these were my favorite?" She gushed, ripping the bag open. Boomer chuckled as he sat down.

"Call it intuition." He replied. Blossom giggled. Her eyes widened in excitement in she saw the cheerleaders lining in the middle of the field.

"Look! There's Bubbles!" Blossom nudged her dark-haired friend. Buttercup smiled. they bother stood, screaming from the top of their lungs. Both boys watched a pretty blonde gaze up at the girls, waving. Boomer squinted to try and see better. brick noticed his struggle and sighed.

"You didn't wear your contacts, did you?" He watched his blonde brother shake his head shamefully. "What have I told you. You'll just make your eyes worst." Boomer pouted and crossed his arms.

The group watched as the cheerleaders started their routine. Bubbles and Princess were lifted to the top of two pyramids. Bubbles waved to her friends. Princess blew a kiss at Brick, who instantly made sure Blossom didn't see. Thankfully, her eyes were focused on Bubbles. The routine wasn't very long, but had many flips and bends that made the boys feel pain just looking at it.

Soon enough, they were done. Blossom and Buttercup stood as they watched Bubbles run for the gates that led up to the hill. The boys followed them as the ran down the bleachers. They tried to keep up, but they were exceptionally fast. They tried their best to avoid random people that they were running past. The girls were already several feet ahead. Finally they saw them stop and wrap their arms around a blond girl.

"You were great!" Blossom shouted. Brick and Boomer finally stopped, catching their breath. Boomer was bent over, trying to calm his heart beat, but then a voice stopped his breathing completely.

"Thank you so much! I'm glad that you got to see me." Boomer slowly stood straight, his eyes coming in contact with a pair of baby blue orbs. "Oh. Who's this." The blond asked, smiling at him. that point Boomer was gone. He now understood what Brick felt when he heard Blossom laugh. Boomer fell victim to Cupid's stray arrow. Before him, stood...

An angel.

Whoo! So, a lot happened in this fic. No I do not support Blossom and Boomer. If you read carefully, you will see the word maternal, meaning mother. Do not worry Blue fans! Plus, you see that Boomer has been affected the same a Brick. I'm sorry that it Jumps from Brick to Boomer, if that confused you. I felt I needed both of their perspectives. Anyway, R&R. I will try to update next weekend.