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"Oh my god! He kissed you!" Bubbles gushed. It was in a whisper, but from the volume it was almost a yell. Her blue eyes were wide and her smile was wider. She was facing backwards in her chair, so she could see Blossom face to face. However, it was deeming to be impossible, since the red-head's face was buried in her arms.

"I know." It was muffled cry of embarrassment. She did not dare to look up at her blonde friend. Her face was too red, and her thoughts were too wild.

"On the lips!"

"I know."

"Right in the hall!"

"I know."

"It was so romantic!" Bubbles swooned. She was leaning on the palm of her hand. Baby-blue eyes were slightly cloudy from her drifting to the imaginary world of romance. In her mind, Brick had swept Blossom off her feet and twirled her around. They both laughed loudly, not caring if anyone heard. Blossom was even wearing a light pink dress, with a beautiful diamond tiara. Brick was wearing a red prince-like outfit, with a golden crown. A true fairy tale.

"I kno- No!" Blossom yelled, making Bubbles jump out of her imaginary world and catching some of the classmates attention. Blossom smiled sheepishly, giving them a whisper of apology. She then turned her attention over to Bubbles, bringing her voice down. "It was not romantic. It was bad. Very very bad." Bubbles tilted her head to the side slightly.

"So, he was a bad kisser?" She asked, not understanding what Blossom meant by bad. The question brought a blush back to Blossom's cheeks.

"No." She stated, almost inaudible. "He wasn't a bad kisser. Well at least I don't know. I don't have anyone else to compare him to." Bubbles gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth. She tried to muffle a delightful squeal.

"Oh my gosh! He was your first kiss? This just keeps getting cuter!" Blossom quickly grabbed Bubbles' hands, making the blonde silent.

"Shh. Bubbles, please keep your voice down." Bubbles nodded. Blossom sighed. "Look, I meant what I said. I don't like him like that, and I don't want to. I just want to forget about the whole thing." Bubbles looked saddened by this. She was quiet for a moment and then spoke up:

"You're afraid of Princess aren't you? That's why you won't give him a chance." Blossom didn't know if she was really asking her, or if she was just trying to figure it out on her own. Blossom answered back anyway.

"I'm not afraid of Princess. I'm afraid of her power. Girls like her can destroy girls like me. One word, and Princess can turn everyone against me, then I'll be alone again." Blossom's eyes became tearful. "I can't be alone anymore, Bubbles. I just can't." Bubbles caressed her hand, knowing fully well what it was like to be alone.

"But you're not alone. You have your parents and your little brother. You have Buttercup and I, and if you let him, you would have Brick, and his brothers." Bubbles whispered, wiping the falling tears from the red-head's face. Blossom sniffled, looking Bubbles in her eyes, trusting the words coming from her mouth. "You know what I've learned over the years? I've learned that you can't focus on who you don't have, because that will make you feel so empty and alone. You have to focus on who you do have. When you do that, you feel like you've won the lottery of people."

Blossom couldn't do anything else but stare. The words brought comfort to her. They brought security. But they also brought pain. A pain of pity for the lovable girl in front of her. Bubbles knew exactly what she was talking about. She had felt the loneliness everyday of her past. Even with her parents and three sisters, Bubbles was by herself.

But that wasn't exactly true. She had Buttercup. Buttercup was her best friend that was always by her side. She never let Bubbles feel empty anymore. Not only that, but she had Professor Utonium. He had acted as a father to her. Bubbles would spend many nights at the Utonium household. So many nights, that Bubbles had her own room with a lot of her stuff inside. Now Bubbles had Blossom. She felt so lucky. She was blessed to have a new friend along with her best friend. She wasn't alone anymore, and she wanted Blossom to know she wasn't either.

The red-head smiled, nodding in agreement.

"You're right, but I still don't know what I want to do yet." Bubbles giggled.

"Of course you don't. It's life. You're never supposed to know what to do. That's just what makes living exciting." Blossom chuckled.

"Has anyone ever told you, that you're really wise, Bubbles." The blonde blushed and shook her head.

"No."

"Well you are. You really know what to say to make someone feel better. Thank you."

"Girls." Mr Crook's deep voice made the duo jump slightly. They both looked up to the slim, older teacher. He was smiling humorously at the two, his Monopoly mustache nearly bounced as he chuckled. "If you wouldn't mind joining us, I would be honored to show you this new story we are about to read." The girls smiled apologetically.

"Sorry Mr Crooks." They stated simultaneously.

"Stalker!" Buttercup hollered, as Butch entered her classroom. The girls in her class had instantly swooned, upon seeing him. He hadn't noticed. His attention was only on the gorgeous tomboy in front of him.

"Ms Utonium, please settle down." Her teacher scolded. Buttercup grumbled as she sat back down, ignoring the heated glares from the girls in her class. Mrs Cooper sighed and turned to the stranger who had walked into her class. "I'm sorry, young man. Ms Utonium is very free-spirited. She doesn't think before she acts." Buttercup grumbled. "Can I help you?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I was wondering if I could have a desk next to Ms Utonium over there." Everyone seemed to be shocked, especially Buttercup herself.

"Excuse me, I didn't hear I was getting a new student." Mrs Cooper stated, as she went to her computer. Butch shook his head.

"I'm not a new student. I'm just visiting from Macarthur Private School. But you see, I ran into her today by accident. I felt so bad that I followed her to her class, hoping that I could make it up to her. So, if you could lend me a desk beside her so I could talk to her about a way to make it up. I would be very grateful." Butch explained smoothly. His eyes looked back over to Buttercup, smirking. The said girl looked as if steam was brewing from her ears.

"Oh, Um... I do not know If I am permitted to do that." Mrs Cooper stated, noticing the look on Buttercup's face.

That was something Buttercup loved about this teacher. Mrs Cooper was her absolute favorite, maybe even more so than her own father. (Was that wrong?) You see, Mrs Cooper had also been Buttercup's kindergarten teacher. She was around, when her mother died. Yet, she didn't do the same like all the other did. She didn't treat her with pity, or give her lectures about acting up because of the early life trauma.

During that point of time, Buttercup couldn't go through the halls without having someone look at her with a sorrowful expression or tell her how sorry they were. Even at that young of age, Buttercup felt insulted by their pity. She didn't want to be felt sorry for. She wanted to be treated the same, not like she was fragile. Mrs Cooper met those wishes. Instead of saying sorry, she pushed Buttercup to become better.

With everyone else, Buttercup could act out and never get in trouble. They didn't dare punish a little girl without a mother. Mrs Cooper was a different story. Every time Buttercup yelled, or cursed, or broke something on purpose, Mrs Cooper punished her. Not lightly either. She would have to sit in time out during recess, and then help clean up the toys afterwards.

She resented the woman at first. Oh how Buttercup despised the teacher. However, during the years, the resentment turned to respect. Buttercup finally understood what Mrs Cooper had done, was what Buttercup needed.

She was overjoyed to hear that Mrs Cooper had got a promotion and was going to be her World History teacher.

"I assure you, if anyone tries to question you, I will have a word with them myself." Butch persisted. Again, Mrs Cooper looked to Buttercup, wondering what she wanted. Buttercup groaned and nodded.

"Okay." Mrs Cooper caved. "Mike, would you mind sitting more to the back so Mr..."

"Jojo." Mrs Cooper looked at him in shock. He smirked in reply. "Butch Jojo. Ma'am."

Without another word, Mike moved to the back, leaving the seat behind Buttercup empty. Butch quickly took it, smiling smugly at her as he did so. Buttercup scowled as she watched him sit. The glares from the girls seemed to strengthen. She could practically feel the air around her tensified.

"Hey Butterfly. I missed you." Butch chuckled.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Buttercup demanded, then her scowl deepened, "And don't call me that. "

"Aww, but why?" He taunted. He then reached over and caressed her cheek. "A beautiful nickname for an even more beautiful girl." Buttercup pulled away, smacking his hand. He pouted slightly, but it was in a joking matter. "Anyways, it was like I said, I wanted to make it up to you. Let me take you out."

"No! I already told you that."

"No, you told me when Hell froze over." Butch corrected her. "I've come to tell you that we are getting snow in a week, due to cold temperatures. So, I've come to ask you again. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Hell no. How did you even find me?" Butch smirked at her, not fazed by her rejection.

"The Principal. He is a very nice man, by the way. Once I asked for you to be my guide of the school he gave me your class."

"Guide? Why in the hell would you need a guide?"

"Hell seems to be you're favorite word." Buttercup growled, causing him to answer the question. "Well you see, my dearest Butterfly, I will be attending your school very soon, so your principal, or shall I say, Our principal, assigned us guides. You're mine, and Brick and Boomer have some blonde chick with a weird name." Buttercup snarled.

"Don't call her weird, you ass! Her names Bubbles, and if I hear you say anything else insulting about her, you will be staying the weekend on the moon." Buttercup bit out out. Butch held his hands up defensively.

"Sorry, I didn't know she was a friend of yours." He apologized. Buttercup softened slightly, but kept her angry stance. "Also Brick wanted me to ask you to bring some Blossom chick too. He tried to request her, but the Principal said she wasn't allowed to, due to her being new herself, or something like that."

"Yeah, yesterday was her first day here." Buttercup answered. She then groaned, covering her face. "So, you're going to be in my day-to-day life. I'll have to see you every single day. Great." She stated in a pained voice. Butch didn't seem to catch on or he chose to ignore it.

"I know! Isn't this awesome. You and I will become a dynamite couple." The use of the word dynamite, almost made Buttercup laugh. it was a word that her dad used often to describe something amazing. The only thing that stopped her from laughing at the dorkiness was the fact that he used it to describe them. As a couple.

"Excuse me. We are not a couple." She scolded. Butch smiled, a chuckle erupting from his chest,

"Of course. That's why I said become. First i will take you out on some dates, and then we can call it official. Maybe after the fifth one. Who know I might even think it'll be better for it to be after the third." He seemed to drift off in his thoughts. Buttercup waved a hand in his face.

"You're delusional. Who said that I would ever go out with you? Do you not understand the word no. I already rejected you." She was confused to see, Butch only laugh at her.

"Oh silly Butterfly." This brought out another growl from her. "Who wouldn't go out with me? Also, you may have said no a minute ago, but you'll say yes eventually."

"Is that right?" Buttercup challenged. Butch nodded. "You're really confident aren't you. How about this, Butchie Boy. Give me a reason each day for a whole month why I should go out with you. If I find them good, then You have yourself a date. But if you miss a day, or the reason isn't good enough, you will never bug me about it ever again." Butch seemed to think about it, then nodded holding out his hand. Buttercup shook it, but was caught by surprise when Butch pulled her close.

"Reason number one: I would never get tired of kissing your beautiful lips." He whispered. Buttercup couldn't deny the flutter in her stomach as his warm breath caressed her lips. his closeness was actually making her nervous. A feeling, Buttercup was not used.

She had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

"Oh come on, Boomer. You were not supposed to get lost." Boomer groaned as he ventured the halls of the mysterious public school. His school was much smaller than this. A lot less hallways, and rooms. This would be something he would have to get used to, since Brick had made arrangements for them to attend.

After their meeting with Principal, and their run-in with the girl, Butch had ventured off. It was just him and Brick trying to find out where Blossom and Bubbles went. However, it wasn't long before a flash of gold swept his brother away. He had no idea where either of them were at. Not wanting to admit it, Boomer was actually scared at the moment.

"Boomer?" A familiar voice rang out. Excitied, Boomer turned around and quickly hugged onto the red-headed girl who had found him. "Boomer!" She said laughing from his childness. "What are you doing out here?" Boomer didn't answer right away. He just held her, glad that it was her to find him. He was starting to get a little emotional from being left alone. He didn't want anyone seeing him like that. But Blossom was a different story.

"I got lost." He stated simply. Blossom giggled, causing him to tighten his grip on her.

"It's okay. I know the feeling. If I didn't have Buttercup or Bubbles, I would be getting lost to." She comforted him. Boomer finally let her go and smiled. "I was just heading back to class, where do you need to be?" Boomer shrugged, causing Blossom to smile once more. "Come on then. I don't want you too be alone. We just got done with our assignment, so I don't think Mr Crooks would mind." Boomer nodded, following her. "What are you doing here still, anyways."

"We have to talk to a councilor about our transfer, but Butch wandered off, and Brick was kidnapped." Boomer noticed that when he had said Brick's name, Blossom stiffened. He wondered what that was about.

"Transfer?"

"Yeah. We are gonna attend this school starting next week, if we can get everything done today."

"Oh, Well then I hope you get some classes with Bubbles, Buttercup and I. I know they would love you to be apart of our group. Especially Bubbles. She wants to talk to you badly, but won't force you to do anything you are uncomfortable with." Boomer blushed, thinking about the beautiful blonde. "Speaking of which, she is actually in this class with me." That was the only warning Boomer recieved before meeting the baby-blue eyes of the angel he had seen only thirty minutes before.

"Mr Crooks, this is Boomer. He was lost and waiting for the councilor, so I brought him with me. Is that alright?" Blossom asked. the man nodded and gave Boomer a friendly smile. Blossom led him to the back with her and Bubbles. Boomer could feel the various stares of the girls around him. He wished he could tell them to stop it, but the years of only speaking to a limit of people had affected him greatly.

"Hey, It's rude to stare. Give him some respect. He's a person not an amusement attraction.' Bubbles spoke up, gaining his attention. She gave him a smile, telling him silently that she knew his uneasiness. The girls quickly averted their gazes, looking down to their desks. Boomer took a seat beside Blossom, and turned in the girls' direction.

"Thank you." He said in a light whisper. Bubbles gasped happily.

"You spoke to me! You really spoke to me." Bubbles cheered. Blossom giggled and Boomer cracked a smile.

Maybe this school wouldn't be that bad.

"Dad. I don't see the problem here. All three of us agreed on transferring to this Public school. there is too much corruption at Macarthur." Brick spoke to his father in a vacant hallway. In fact it was the same hall way where he had kissed Blossom. He had not left his spot, wanting to savor the feeling of the girl's lips.

It was absolutely breathtaking, just like her.

To his irritation, his father interrupted his serenity. Before they arrived to Townsville High, Brick had left his father a voice mail stating his plans for the transfer. Let's just say, his dad wasn't pleased. His dad wanted them to remain at the school that he and their mother attended when they were teens. not some public school full of the poor. Brick started to wish that it was his mother that he was talking to.

Kylie and Lucas Jojo were two very different people. It was a wonder how the two ever became romantic.

Kylie was born in a poor family in a small town in Oklahoma. She was born and raised to work hard for everything she wanted. School was rare for her family, who lived out in one of the last farms in her town. However, she was determined to learn so, she walked herself four miles and back so she could get proper schooling. Intrigued by her intelligence, she was mailed a scholarship to Macarthur Private School in Townsville, Ohio. Of course she would only be a fool to reject the idea. Plus, she met the love of her life in that school.

Lucas was born in a rich family. His parents had a grown wealth from oil manufacturing. Then they branched off to start building Hotels, and restaurants. The Jojo's were one of the richest families in the continent. Lucas Jojo was born with a silver spoon already in his mouth. he had never heard of hard work, but believed in a good education. He was quickly put into shape upon meeting Kylie, who taught him that if he wanted something, he would have to work for it. When he had tried to get her flowers, Kylie refused them because they were bought. She had made him plant his on flowers to pick to give to her.

Brick was closer to his hard-working mother than to his father. She understood him more, and didn't judge him when he said he didn't want to live so highly.

Brick rolled his eyes as his father started to scold him, for wanting to be around the low-society. Smiling, he heard his mother step into the conversation. It was her turn to scold him for downing people just because of a status.

"Brick, Honey. I will sign the papers and I know your father will do anything to make his sons happy. Right Lucas?" Brick snickered when he heard his father grumble on the other side of the phone. "I love you. Tell your brothers I love them too, and give them hugs and kisses for me."

"I think I'll let you do that." Kylie laughed.

"Okay, baby. See you soon."

"Bye, Mom."

Hanging up, Brick looked around. There was no one in sight. He finally decided to go and find his brothers, or Blossom. Hopefully, he would find Blossom and continue where they left off before she had to run to class.

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