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"Blossom." Lilly spoke softly as she nudged her daughter gently on the shoulder. She smiled when she heard Blossom heave out a tired groan. Her sweet baby girl looked so precious in her sleeping form. Even with her hair sticking every which way from tossing and turning at night, and the little trace of slobber on the corner of her lip, Lilly thought her daughter was absolutely breath-taking. There was not a day that passed where Lilly did not thank God for bestowing such a gift in her womb.

When she was twenty-one, a year after marrying her husband, she was told that her uterus was inhospitable. Oh the agony she felt upon hearing those words. Her heart-felt as if it was being taken out of her chest slowly. A sharp pain stabbed her in the stomach. Hearing the news had made her look on life bitter. She went three years looking in the mirror in distaste at herself. Was she really such a mess up in the world to have the gift of having children taken from her?

Michael had tried to comfort her. He tried to convince her that they could adopt. Yes, she agreed that it would have been good to adopt. Many children needed a home. That was not the point in the matter. Maybe, if she was able to have kids, adopting wouldn't have put such a sick feeling in her stomach. However, it was the fact that she wanted her own kids. A little person made from her and Michael's DNA. Someone who proved the bond that they shared.

She wanted a baby that was hers.

Then, like God himself had watched her pain, she missed her cycle. Her hopes did not raise at that moment. She figured it was just late. A week later she went to the doctor. It was just a normal check up. Nothing new. She could tell that by the end of the check up that the doctor knew something. At the moment Lilly thought nothing of it. It was the letter in the mail the day after that sparked something.

They wanted her to take a pregnancy test.

Michael warned her not to think about it too much. He didn't want to see her devastated expression when the tests showed she was not pregnant. Despite what he thought, Lilly couldn't stop herself from having hope. It seemed hope was the only thing she could feel. Everything else was numb.

That evening, Lilly came home with the most amazing news: She was indeed pregnant. The only fall to the news, was they had told her that the embryo would not make it. Lilly did not care what they had said. They had been wrong about her conceiving. they could be wrong about the embryo.

Months went by, and soon, she found that she was having a girl. Instantly, Lilly had called Michael, giving him the best of news. Michael shouted with excitement. He received many compliments at work. His boss had even let him go home early to celebrate. The first thing they did, was buy baby accessories.

On February 24th, Blossom was born. The first thing that the doctors noticed was her lack of crying. Blossom had been born quiet. Even when they smacked her butt to release any fluids in the lungs, she made no noise. It was definitely something rare for the doctors.

The second, was her eyes. They were a soft cotton-candy colored pink. Immediately, doctors swarmed the couple and their daughter, asking to run tests. Lilly looked at them with a look of pure ice. She did not just give birth to her beautiful miracle just to have her taken from her to run tests. She did not care about her eyes. Honestly, she felt that they were perfect. She did not need to hear about how they came to be. She did hear the doctors theorize that it was due to incomplete dominance of the color pigments.

Life was perfect for Lilly and Michael. They had the child that they always wanted. No matter what their families said about the bundle of pink they held, they would never look at their baby as if she was a monster. She was the complete opposite. She was an angel. Just to make it better, they were once again blessed with a baby. A beautiful baby boy.

"I don't want to get up." Blossom murmured. Her eyes were clenched shut, trying to dull the bright light of the sun pouring in her bedroom. Blossom lifted her comforter, pulling it over her head and turning her body around. In this position, her back was facing her mother. Lilly giggled at her daughter's behavior.

"You have to go to school, Sweetie. I bet Buttercup and Bubbles would be sad if they didn't see you today." Lilly watched as Blossom slowly pulled down the cover. Bright pink eyes stared up at her with joy.

"Oh yeah. I forgot I had friends." Blossom laughed bitterly. This made Lilly frown. She wished she was able to take away all the pain in her daughter's heart. She knew how rough it was being bullied. The only difference was that Lilly had a few good friends. Blossom seemed to be totally outcasted. It made Lilly angry at how they could be so heartless. Her baby was beautiful, no matter if her eye color was unnatural. To her, that's what made Blossom even more beautiful. She was unique. One of a kind.

"I'll be getting Blake ready. Breakfast is made already." Lilly told her, walking out her door.

"Mom."

Lilly stopped dead in her tracks. She didn't know why, but she hadn't heard her fifteen-year-old daughter. No, she heard the voice of her precious five-year-old baby girl. When she turned around to look at her, she could see Blossom as a tiny figure, staring at her with big innocent pink eyes. Her head was tilted slightly to her side. Her long orange hair cascaded down her right shoulder. The big red bow, she used to place in her hair was present.

This was her baby. Her little miracle.

Blossom smiled at her.

"Thanks, Mommy. You're the best." Lilly smiled, knowing if she said a word, she would cry. She pressed her hand to her lips and flung it in Blossom's direction. Laughing, Blossom pretended to catch something and placed it on her cheek. Lilly laughed, leaving the room.

"Get up Butch! It's time to go to school." Boomer called out. He opened his brother's door slightly. Not enough to walk in, but enough to see his lazy brother still snoring soundly in his bed. If he had a camera right now, he swore he could make some serious profit of the image before him.

Butch was laying on her stomach. His mouth was ajar, slobber trailing down the corner of his mouth, falling to his pillow. His black hair which was usually spiked up from his face, was falling over his face. Some strands were even in his mouth. Only the ones long enough to reach. The thing that made a chuckle escape Boomer's lips, however, was Butch's rear was sticking in the air. His feet were tucked underneath his butt, causing an arch in Butch's body.

He had thought about actually getting a camera, but to his disappointment, Butch had started to awake. He sat up, stretching his arms up. His eyes clenched shut as he yawned. The sleep was popped from his figure as Butch twisted his torso. Dark emerald orbs looked displeased over to Boomer, who returned it with a smile of pure mischief.

"Good Morning, Football star. Did you dream a win?" Butch only answered back with his middle finger.

The Macarthur Mountain Lions had lost by one touch down last night. Butch had gotten sacked in the last quarter. That was all do to the poor offensive plays their coach had made that night. He had told his coach that the plays were not the best going against the Townsville Tigers, the second best team in the region. However, Butch was just a player, and his coach was a dipshit.

His back had hurt from the three times he had been sacked while in the game. To be completely honest, he rather enjoyed the pain. It was a weird way of letting out his anger. Feeling and giving pain helped him relieve tension. He did not mean to sound sadistic, but it was true. When he was tackled, or was tackling someone else, it was like all of his anger was washing away. that's why he joined Football in the first place.

His father had been the quarterback of the Macarthur Mountain Lions. It only seemed right that he would have the privilege to follow his footsteps. Brick and him were fraternal twins. It was suspected that Brick would follow their mother in brains, and Butch would follow his dad in brute. Boomer was an addition later on that brought the heart. After he joined the family, they were complete.

"Get the hell out of my room." Butch muttered. His voice was raspy and husk. He had just woken up, so there was also the strain of his resting vocal chords coming awake. When he saw Boomer make no movement to shut his door, Butch stood. Instantly, Boomer coward at the nudeness Butch was sporting. That's right, Butch slept naked, and now Boomer had to be the unlucky one of seeing the aftermath.

"Okay. Okay. I'm gone!" Boomer yelled. "Oh god. My eyes." If Butch was more awake, he would have laughed at him.

Butch noticed his brother was being a little more cheerful. Usually, Boomer was very happy, but only around him and Brick. Last night when they had come home, he had said 'Good evening' to one of the maids. He and the servant had been shocked. Butch was shocked to hear him speak to someone, the servant was shocked to hear him speak at all. For some reason, a rumor went around about how Boomer was legally mute.

He scratched his head, and headed to his dresser. Pulling out his uniform, he also took out some boxers. At the moment, his phone began to chime on his nightstand. Butch grunted, ignoring it and headed to his bedroom bathroom. It was probably one of his exes hoping for another night of 'romance'. Butch was way too tired to play this game right now. He wanted to take a shower, go to school, get home, go back to bed. Simple.

He turned the hot water on first to full blast and then turned the cold water a third. He liked his showers hot. The more steam, the more relaxation. He grabbed his towel from his drawer under the mirror. Once he was happy that it was close by, he stepped into the shower. groaning as he did so.

The pain in his back seemed to vanish. The hot water eased the tension and brought him comfort. It felt so good, that Butch actually started to drift away under the shower head. Maybe he could convince Brick to let him stay home to sleep. Surely his elder brother would understand. He shook his head subconsciously. Brick would never agree to something like that. A stick was too far up his ass to let Butch get away with skipping school. Maybe he could catch some Z's in his history class.

"Butch, you better be hauling ass right now." Brick's voice rung through his bathroom. Butch rolled his eyes, but stuck his hand up, over the frosted glass of his shower door. He gave his brother a thumbs up, before focusing on the hot water that patted his back. At least the water knew he was trying his best. Butch could see Brick's silhouette still standing outside his shower. With a heavy sigh, Butch called out:

"I'm going as fast as I can. Let me wash my damn hair, okay?" Butch's voice was irritated. First Boomer, now Brick. Did they not see him play hard out on the field last night. He was exhausted. If you asked him, he was moving lightening speed based on how tired he felt. They should be damned proud of him. With that sentence, Butch dispensed shampoo into his hand. Finally, Brick's figure disappeared.

Butch didn't want to admit it, but he liked how his brothers worried. Yeah, it was irritating as hell, but at the same time it was comforting. It's nice to know that someone cares for you. He appreciated it. Even though he was acting like a total jack ass at the moment, Butch wouldn't deny the smile that spreaded on his face upon his brothers' doting.

After washing his hair, he turned off the water. He just stood there, his head hung low. He watched as water droplets fell from his black hair. The sound of them falling to the bottom of the shower filled his bathroom. It was so calm. So peaceful. Something Butch wasn't used to. He was much more used to noise, and lots of it. This was good different. He could possibly get used to this kind of silence.

"Butch! Hurry up!"

Or not. Maybe noise was just his thing. His calling. Peace didn't really suit his style anyway.

With another heavy sigh, Butch reached over and grabbed his towel. He wrapped it firmly around his waist. He stepped out of his shower and shook his head. Water scattered around, most evidently on his mirror. Taking his pinky finger to his ear, he twisted it to release any water that may have gotten stuck.

Swiftly, he had gotten dressed. His uniform consisted of black slacks with matching dress shoes. A white buttoned up shirt was tucked neatly into the slacks. Over the shirt, he slipped on a royal purple school blazer. The school's mascot, The Mountain Lion, was labeled on the right breast pocket. He buttoned the end of his sleeves, making the blazer tighten around his wrist. He looked nice, and neat. Butch was still a rebel at heart, and to prove that, he kept his black tie unmade. He thought it looked best like that. plus, he felt like he was being suffocated at times by it.

Butch combed once over his black hair. He grabbed the gel from beside his sink and took some onto his finger. Playing with it in his hand, he slowly made it up his hair. this action brought a perfect spike up. He left his bangs hanging. His bangs swooped over one eye, making him mysterious looking.

Finally, he grabbed a small plastic case. Inside, it held his lip ring. It was against school policy to wear it, but that made Butch want to wear it more. He wanted to prove that no one could boss him around. once applied, Butch took his tongue and swirled it with his lip. This was done to make sure it wasn't caught on access skin.

Pleased with his appearance in the mirror, he left his bathroom and made his way out the door. Leaning against the wall were his two brothers. Boomer was watching his feet. Brick met his eyes instantly. Butch had expected an irritated scowl, but was shocked to see his brother smirking. Another thing that had shocked him, was neither of his brothers were in uniform.

"What the hell?" Butch mumbled. His exhaustion left him with the incapability to think of anything that would keep them from getting ready. This was Brick and Boomer. The teacher's pet, and Brick's second-in-command. Neither had ever done anything.. bad. That was Butch's job. That was his reputation. Not theirs.

"We aren't going to our school." Brick stated, pushing himself off the wall. "We're taking a trip to Townsville High. Go get dressed, I highly doubt you want to be wearing that in a public school." Butch opened his mouth, but Brick interrupted him. "Do you want to go to school?" Butch shook his head. "Then no questions. Get dressed."

"Good Morning!" Bubbles cheered, as her and Buttercup waved to their new friend. Blossom smiled and waved back. The two girls were waiting on the corner of the street. Buttercup was hanging on to the Stop sign, waving as she tried to keep her balance.

Buttercup wasn't wearing her beanie from the previous day. Today, she was wearing a light green cap. She had stuffed her hair into it. The only evidence of her hair color, as where her hair rooted out, under her skull. She was wearing baggy plain black shirt. With the shirt she wore, dark blue jeans. Finally, her outfit was completed with a pair of black Vans.

Bubbles was wearing a white buttoned up blouse. It was neatly tucked into a blue jean, mid-length skirt. Her hair was in a low pony-tail that was hanging on the side of her head. Her bangs came undone from the hair tie just to swoop slightly over her eyes. She was wearing white-laced Toms.

Blossom ran to them. Her attire for the day consisted of a pair of baggy black sweat pants. They had a pink heart labeled on the right side, close to her hip. She wore a pink Nike shirt that had the white logo on the top right. Her hair was in a high pony-tale. To keep her bangs back, she wore a pink headband that was decorated with white polka dots. She tried to look sporty, but girly at the same time.

"Hey," Blossom smiled as she ran up to her friends. "What are you two doing?"

"The bus picks up right here." Buttercup answered. "Luckily for us, we are right at the border line for pick up." Blossom nodded. She looked in both directions, looking for the yellow transportation. She could see it coming around the corner, heading in their direction.

"Do you two have a funny feeling?" Bubbles asked. Both girls looked at her strangely, but then went into thought.

"Yeah, I guess, but I thought I was just hungry." Buttercup answered still in thought. She gave an awkward laugh as her stomach started to rumble at that moment. Bubbles and Blossom giggled, causing the dark-haired girl to blush. Blossom then looked to Bubbles seriously.

"I had a feeling last night. Why? Are you having a feeling?" Bubbles nodded.

"I can't tell if it's good or bad, though."

"Don't think about it." Buttercup stated, patting her shoulder. "It's probably nothing. Watch today is going to be just another day." She assured. Bubbles and Blossom looked to each other and shrugged.

The bus stopped right before them. One by one, the girls stepped on. Blossom's eyes instantly looked around. The teens on the bus looked extremely bored. Most were listening to music, blankly staring out a window. These teens took up the front rows. When she gazed to the back, more kids were in groups talking. In the middle, there was one empty seat, and a spot next to it by another girl.

The empty seat was taken by Buttercup. Bubbles sat beside her. This left Blossom sitting next to the girl. The two shared eye contact before Blossom sat, turning her attention to Bubbles and Buttercup.

The ride was short. It seemed that their stop was the last, since the bus went straight to school afterwards. The trio kept themselves entertained by talking, or taking turns playing games on Bubbles and Buttercup's phones. Blossom could feel eyes on her, but didn't pay no mind to it. She was used to stares. However, something told her that they weren't staring at her because of her eyes. It mustv'e been because she was new.

Yeah. That was it.

They got off at the school's campus. The first thing they noticed was a large group of girls huddled around something. Curiosity was clearly seen on Bubbles, as she tried to look over the heads of girls. Buttercup only rolled her eyes, figuring whatever they were looking at was stupid.

They made their way into the school's entrance. Looking up at the wall clock, Blossom made note that they had twenty minutes before class. More than enough time to chat and hang out before it was time to learn. They made their way to Bubbles' and Blossom's locker upstairs.

No one was really upstairs. Blossom guess most of the population was still outside in the crowd.

"What if there was a fight." Bubbles stated. "Oh. I hope no one gets hurt." She shook her head, putting her back pack in the locker. Buttercup shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"I don't think it was a fight. There would have been more guys, and more yelling. I think we got a new student or something. Poor guy. I almost want to go down there and save him." Buttercup said, tapping softly on a closed locker close by. Blossom thought about what she had said. She didn't get swarmed by a bunch of guys. It could've been because she wasn't all too pretty, or the fact she came during everyone's first hour.

"No hats on in the building, Utonium." A teacher scolded, as she passed by the three girls. Buttercup took it off and gave the teacher a sly smile.

"Sorry, Mrs Cooper. It won't happen again. "She told her, tossing the cap in the air, and catching. the teacher kept walking. She did not even bother turning around before she replied back with:

"That's what you say everyday, Utonium." Buttercup laughed downheartedly, tossing it up again. This time, the cap didn't fall back into her hands with such ease. Instead, it had hit roof of the building, somehow causing it to fall in the middle of the hall. Buttercup made an irritated mumbled before walking over to it, bending down to grab it.

"Watch out!" A voice called out. Blossom and Bubbles turned around quickly upon hearing the voice. the scene before them was astonishing. In front of them, Buttercup's hat was still laying on the floor. Buttercup was laying beside it, eyes clenched from impacting the ground. A boy with black hair that was styled in a spiky manner, was hovering over her. His hands were at both sides of Buttercup's head, propping his body up.

Buttercup groaned in pain as she finally looked up. The boy had also looked down at her. He looked shocked at first. His dark green eyes were wide. His pale skin was a bit red in the face. His breaths started to become shallow. Quickly, he stood, grabbing her up with him. He was about to speak when a voice cut him off.

"Butch, What the hell." Blossom instantly recognized it as Brick's. Butch turned to his brother with a smirk, looking as if he was staring to gain his composure back.

"I can't help that she couldn't resist me." Butch turned back to Buttercup. Only, instead of a blush and a giggle, she gave him a good punch to his cheek, knocking him to the floor.

As we expected from the Greens. Flirty on Butch's part, and brutal on Buttercup's. I hope you enjoyed me updating early. I won't be able to this weekend, because I have a job interview. Yay! Anyway, thanks everyone. You guys make it worth it.