Guhhj I know I promised I would write more, but it's Mother's Day weekend. I had stuff to do! Sorry! But today's chapter will be extra long and the edits will be up by tonight and tomorrow at the latest.

I should take the time to proofread and revise but I said I would do a chapter per day, maybe I'll slow down, but idk. The chapters would be a higher quality and most likely longer but they'd take longer. Also I'm getting rid of those annoying POV's ew.

Writing is hard!!

Anyway I don't own the RRB/PPG and everyone looks normal

Chapter 8: Fixer Upper

The area under the tree was awkward as everyone settled in. The boys on one side, the girls on the other. The tension was thick as the two groups sat there, not saying a word after the reunion.

Bricks hands layed close to his brothers' as he sat in the middle of them. His eyes shot venomous daggers as he stared down Blossom and her sisters.

Butch toyed with his hair, trying to make the matted mess better. His jaw was still swollen, and every time Brick glanced at it again, Butch flinched. It wasn't a fearful it was more ashamed. Ashamed he got beaten again. At one point Brick had just grabbed him by the jaw and whispered something in his ear, and Butch relaxed. He patted his cheek and pushed on his jaw. Butch jumped, giving out a mumbled yelp as he grabbed his jaw back. He swatted Brick away, who had reluctantly moved back.

Boomer was picking the dry grass, holding the blades his hand. Once he had enough, he began to pull them apart in strips. Smaller and smaller he ripped them apart until he got bored. He began to play with the strips, until Brick snapped his fingers at him. Boomer stopped and sat there instead, trying to think of something else.

Blossom sat across from him, returning the favor. Her cold, icy, pink eyes trying to determine any weaknesses in the brothers. She sat in the middle of her sisters, knees touching both of theirs.

Bubbles bobbed her head as she stared around at everyone. Her drummed her fingers on her thigh, uncomfortable with the silence.

Buttercup just picked at the grass, and then at the healing scabs Butch had given her earlier. Every now and then she'd flinch, then continue picking. She went back and forth, grass—scabs, grass—scabs.

Bubbles was the first to speak up, "Soooo, Buttercup did you find us a place to stay?" She asked with an awkward smile planted on her face.

"Yeah we did, it's a cave by a stream." Buttercup gruffly spoke up, lifting her head from the grass she had been picking.

"That's nice. Did you have a hard time finding it?" Bubbles inquired.

"Kinda, it took awhile and we just found it there." Buttercup responded, trying her best to stay out of the conversation she wasn't interested in.

"Blossom, what did you find out?" Bubbles turned her attention her coral-haired sister.

Blossom blushed, slightly embarrassed, "Not much, the island isn't that big but we weren't able to completely go around it, before it starting to rain."

"It didn't start raining for awhile, did you get far?" She continued.

"No, we had some complications..." Blossom answered, trying to avert the attention of her sisters curiousity.

Brick frowned after Blossom said that, and turned to Bubbles, "Don't you have something better to do, rather than just sit here and question everyone?"

Bubbles quickly went quiet, and put her head down. Her nail beds suddenly seemed much more appealing then breaking the ice for everyone.

"Don't bully my sister Brick, she didn't mean any harm." Blossom snapped at her counterpart.

"Yeah well, she was being annoying. That was harmful Pinky." He snarled back.

"Bubbles was just trying to make the situation less awkward. Don't be such a prick towards her!" She retorted defensibly. Her nails dug into the ground as she got more and more frustrated with Brick.

"Or what? You'll lock up my dads again?" Brick flared. His brothers, previously preoccupied with the ground or their hair, turned to their brother, shocked. Obviously the subject was a soft one as they shot their heads down again. Butch grumbled and Boomers gaze got hard.

Blossom, and her sisters, were not a popular figures in their eyes.

"No, don't use that as an insult Brick-" Blossom didn't finished as Brick cut her off.

"Oh just shut the fuck up already Pinky. Sometimes that's better than you talking." He glared, and Blossom scowled back.

"Okay!" Bubbles courageously spoke up again, "I'm pretty sure the rain's stopped now. Buttercup, why don't you take us to the cave before the sun starts to set!" She anxiously smiled at Buttercup, hoping she'd get the clue.

"That's a good idea Bubbles, I can take everyone there." Buttercup stood up and grabbed her bags, awkwardly smiling the whole time.

The rest followed suit, each grabbing their own personal bag. Buttercup began to walk, and Butch went to her side, leading his brothers in the same direction.

The sand beneath the group was slightly dried that it had been, and the wind was blowing slowly. It was a good thing though, as everyone's clothes were still drying. Bubbles had returned the hoodie to Boomer, who had accepted it downtrodden she hadn't kept it longer. The wet see-through shirt has returned to its normal opacity, and was making its way to becoming crisp again. Boomer was only slighty disappointed in that as well.

Bubbles hummed as she walked, trying her best to create some kind of positive ambience. She held Blossom's hand, swinging it playfully.

Blossom didn't swing along however, she was preoccupied with watching Brick and his brothers. She studied for any kind of clues as to how they acted. Watching for anything they might be planning to hurt her sisters. Mostly Bubbles, Buttercup was definitely handling herself. All she needed was a good nights rest.

Brick and Boomer were walking next to each other closely together. When they started walking Brick had rustled Boomer's hair, Boomer had pouted and swatted his hand away, discontent with the affection provided by his brother. Brick chuckled and punched him softly. Boomer punched him back, and laughed right back at his brother.

Butch had a frown on his face, he wanted to join in but was preoccupied with leading his own group. It was clear to anyone who saw the trio, that he felt left out. Butch was also slightly jumpy, his fingers tapping in the air occasionally, and his eye twitching for the majority of the time.

Brick had leaned in once, a concerned expression painting his face. He whispered something to Butch, who had mumbled something back. Brick pulled back and grumbled, still worrried about the contents of their conversation. It was very weird to Blossom, how they interacted.

When all of them first met, she only saw an aggressive side to Brick and his brothers. He had punched both Boomer and Butch every time they said something slightly stupid or wrong. Sometimes Butch and Brick would hurt Boomer, but now it seemed like they cared. Was it just a battle thing? Or had they really matured that much?

It was very possible, Blossom concluded. After all that was when they were 4 5. Now both Brick and Butch were 17, Boomer 16. Yes, it was very possible indeed. Soon she had turned back and started paying attention to her own sisters.

Buttercup was the one forging ahead, pushing leaves out of the way. She seemed a little mad, and more aggravated than usual. The way she pushed the leaves showed it. Buttercup tore them down, harshly and quickly, huffing quite a lot. Sometimes she'd grab a palm and just snap it off. Blossom couldn't tell if it was Butch or just the annoyance of moving all of this foliage.

Bubbles was still humming and swinging Blossom's hand lovingly. There was a small skip in her step as she walked, not bothered at all by the forest around her. Every now and then she tugged at her skirt, or pulled up her socks, trying to maintain her image.

Blossom sighed again, and this time swung back with her sisters hand. Bubbles smiled, every though she didn't glance at her sister she laughed a little.

"Okay we're here." Buttercup announced, a bit of aggravation in her voice.

She ripped down the palms and they fell down to the ground, revealing the cave once again. Bubbles gasped impressed at her sisters find.

"Wow! Buttercup—Butch, this is amazing!" She turned to both of them. Butch was slightly shocked that she had even mentioned him. He had turned his head in shock, with a dumbfounded expression on his face, slightly flattered.

"Thanks Bubs, now come on, I'm ready to get some sleep." Buttercup griped, as she led her sisters forward, feet crunching on the leaves below her. Butch did similar and soon the six were in the small covered area surronding the cave.

Bubbles was the first to go inside, she had grabbed Buttercups athletic bag, and started to set up the cave for the night. No one dared to disturb her and her work. She had shooed them all off, and despite many protests, won the battle.

Now everyone had spread out. Blossom sat by the stream, shoes off and feet in the water. Her chin sat on her hands as she tried to figure a way off the island. Buttercup was busy going through whoever's bag the food was in, and grabbed herself a granola bar. Unwrapping it she sat down by Blossom, legs crossed. Buttercup didn't lean her head or anything, she just sat and listen to Blossom's mumbled mindless rambles.

Boomer had bravely peeked in the cave, and was met by Bubbles.

"What do you want?"She asked quickly, fingers tapping on the cave wall.

"Can you put my guitar up?" Boomer sweetly spoke.

Bubbles nodded and gently took it from him, going back to work afterwords. Boomer retreated and sat down again. He leaned against a tree and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

Brick was a little preoccupied, he and Butch were on a little hunt for Butch's meds. They soon found them after asking Boomer, and Brick had sighed in relief. Butch hurriedly took his two pills and then went to sit by Boomer. He punched Boomer in the shoulder, who had laughed at the action of his brother.

Boomer soon had his fingers in Butch's hair as Butch layed his head on his shoulder. Boomer was lowly singing, but it was so low only someone in very close proximity could hear him. That someone being Butch. Brick was standing by, slightly pacing every now and then. Sometimes he'd go over to Butch, who was now sleeping and check on him.

His expression was cold and serious, only softening when he glanced at his brothers. The relationship between the trio was closer than when they were 5. Brick ran his hands through his hair, and groaned loudly.

"Are you almost done Blondie?" Brick huffed, impatient with Bubbles and her cave renovation.

"Almost, I just had to do—one more—thing." She peeped and motioned her hand in a shoo fly manner.

Brick growled, but let Bubbles finish what she was doing. It didn't take long before she had completed her work.

"Okay grumpy pants, it's all done." Bubbles announced, pleased with her work.

On the two sides of the cave there were two large blanket bundles with leaves under them. Each side had three pillows. The bags everyone had were settled in the back, and a fire pit was created in the middle, just far away from everyone's stuff and sleep areas. But close enough so if they lit a fire, the heat would reach them.

Buttercup was the first of the five excluded to enter. She fell down onto her side and was asleep in a flash. Blossom resigned to the back, sitting on a nicely shaped stone while she kept staring off, deep at thought.

Brick and his brothers all fell into the bed. Brick slung his arms around the two others, putting himself in the middle, Boomer on his left, and Butch on his right. His hands ran through Boomers hair, and Boomer sneezed. Then coughed soon after, Brick still laying down, checked his forehead. He was burning up, but he'd probably get better in the morning.

It wasn't like Brick could get up and help his brother either. Butch's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, a mechanism he had picked up early in their lives. Additionally he was asleep, and once Butch fell asleep he was like a rock. Brick wasn't even going to try to move that rock, he had had a hard enough day as it was. Butch didn't need a disruption now.

The sun had set, and soon the puffs had also fallen asleep. Bubbles tightly holding Blossom, who was still trying to sleep.

"Pinky" Brick had spoke up.

"What?" She responded, slightly groggy.

"I'm building a fire tomorrow, let's go together, early in the morning." He mumbled, also starting to fall asleep.

"Why?"

"Well for one, I need someone to carry the sticks, and two I don't think either of us are done talking about what happened just yet." Brick finished.

Blossom didn't reply, but she didn't need to. He already knew the answer, she had agreed.

Soon they were both asleep, and the first day on the island for the group had ended

A/N I'm going to sleep now, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and sorry there weren't a lot of updates this weekend, it was busier than I was used to. Let me know how I did and leave a review.

Xoxo till next time