A/N: nothing special to report this time, editing is still in the works, I do go back to my chapters like all the time to revise them. So idk do what u will with that information. Sorry this is late, I was talking to some old friends, then I had some personal problems I had to get over. I'm okay now! So I'm going to try and update. There won't be one tomorrow probably since I'll be at a dance. Sorry xoxo
Everyone has normal limbs, I don't own PPG/RRB
Chapter 8: Morning Stroll and Tears
Brick sat by Blossom pulling at her cheek as she slept. He grimaced as she didn't wake up like he had wanted her to.
"Get up." He whispered into her ear harshly.
Blossom slapped his hand off of her face and sat up, rubbing the spot he had been pulling at. She glared at the rude teenager who had just woken her up from her slumber.
"We're making a signal fire, I packed some stuff in my own backpack." He spoke quietly as he pulled her up, hands tugging on her wrists.
She stood up and tried to gain her balance, it was hard, as she was still slighty asleep. Brick groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You gonna be able to walk Pinky, or do I have to carry you?" He growled under his breath, the aggravation slowly getting under his skull.
"Oh be quiet, I just woke up. Just let me adjust." Blossom finally spoke up, her voice slightly hoarse. She picked up her waterbottle and took a large swig, the cool liquid rushing down her throat.
Blossom groaned and rubbed her eyes, now only a little groggy. She flipped her head and pulled her long hair into a quick pony-tail, no bow included. It still rested on the ground in between her sisters. Blossom shook her head and yawned, stretching out her limbs popping a few in the process.
"C'mon you've done your stretching let's go." Brick was getting impatient, and he didn't really feel like waiting for Blossom. At all.
"I'm going." She grumbled as she popped her neck and started walking behind Brick.
They walked out of the little cove the cave was located in. Blossom stared around her, taking in the morning air.
"So now what, it's pitch black outside." Blossom said, looking around and at the sky.
"I've got fire remember?" He answered back and grabbed a stick, then blew. Lighting the stick aflame and creating himself a torch.
"What if you drop it? You're going to light the whole forest on fire Brick." She exasperated while gesturing toward the forest.
"You've got ice breath, we'll be fine. That's another reason why I asked you to come with me." He smiled to himself and started walking.
Blossom followed behind, tailing Brick and the only source of light she saw. Her fingers traced the leaves every so often as she tried to feel around to not trip.
"Where are we going anyway?" She questioned, Blossom wasn't too fond of not knowing things like this.
"A hill, once we find one I'll make a smoke signal. Then we can get rescued." He moved another leaf from where his path was.
"Or we can just make a raft." She suggested.
"And what, how do we know where to go? We live on the pacific coast Blossom, we've got a big chance to get lost in that big ass ocean." Brick retorted and turned to her.
His face was illuminated under the light of the fire from his makeshift torch. Brick eyes' were saturated under the flames as he bended down to Blossom's height.
"We're stuck here, and any other option is stupid." He said, a patronizing tone in his voice. He lifted himself back up and started to walk again.
Blossom kept quiet until they reached a good spot. The hill was large and quite possibly the highest spot on the island. Which wasn't even that big, now that she saw it all from the height she was located.
"Ok," Brick blew out his torch, the sun had started to rise and he didn't need it anymore, dusting off his hands as he looked around,"let's get to work."
"What do you want me to do?" Blossom asked as she rubbed her eyes again, the sun was in her eyes and very annoying.
"You're on stick duty, I'm on fire pit duty. Find sticks, go, fetch." Brick immiated a throw, smirking.
"I'm not a dog Brick." Blossom said, irritated at her counterparts behavior.
"You sure act like one." He scowled at Blossom, eyes narrowing.
"My god, can you get anymore arrogant? Jesus Christ Brick, you're not the only one who's got problems." Blossom huffed, her face starting to glower.
"What? Finding out what to wear in the morning. Hardy har Blossom, that's real tough I'll hand it to you. You must really struggle with life." Brick sassed back.
"No, I've got the same kinds of problems as you. You know what it's like to be an older sibling! But you don't have to deal with the idea of them DYING every time they go out to fight! Because you're the one doing the killing!" Blossom lipped back.
"I worry just as much about my brothers as you do your sisters! You aren't blind Blossom, you've been staring at us the whole time, how couldn't you notice?" Bricks hands shot up in the air as he finished, a dark look on his face.
"Or are you too self absorbed to notice these kinds of things." He finished lowering his hands.
"Self absorbed? Have you seen yourself! You're only concerning about your own wellbeing. You didn't even bat an eye at your brothers before I locked your dads up. No, you were all on your own. I cared before that, I've always cared about my sisters Brick." She yelled, aggravated at the careless words Brick had spoken, jabbing her finger into his chest in the process.
"I've cared about my brothers, you just didn't get how my kind of caring! You don't try to understand, you didn't understand for Mojo and Him!" Brick shouted back.
"I didn't care because they tried to kill my FATHER! My father Brick! What else did you want me to do? Let them off the hook? Endanger everyone for three boys?!" Blossom eyes were cold and she drew back from Bricks face.
The pair had been inching closer and closer, their faces closing in on each other. And before Blossom drew back they'd been so close their noses had been slightly touching.
"Just go get your rocks Brick" She coolly said, and walked away from him.
"YEAH! WELL GO GET YOUR FUCKING STICKS BITCH!" Brick screeched, fists clenched as he watched her walk away.
"FINE!" She turned and shrilled back.
"FINE!" Brick yelled and retreated to the other side of the hill.
Blossom grumbled and frowned. Brick didn't know a thing. He never ever did! Her hands trembled with anger as she snatched sticks from the ground.
"Stupid Brick, stupid sticks..." she mumbled under her breath. A little bit of ice came out with it and she growled at her own action. "Stupid ice breath."
She headed back up the hill, arms full of sticks, to see Brick moving rocks around in a circle. His movements were harsh, and he seemed to being straining under his own anger. Smoke was also slightly coming from his mouth.
Blossom dumped the sticks down, and Brick looked up at her.
"We need leaves now, green, not brown." He said, and looked down again, his movements even more sporadic.
Blossom didn't say anything and head back down the hill, the grass under her getting crushed by her stomping. She tripped on the wet grass though, and let out a sharp yelp as she slid down the hill. She hear Brick's laugh, grimacing at it. Pulling herself up, she dusted off her butt and moved on, grabbing leaves off the trees. The big palms soon created a nice big pile on the ground. It took Blossom two trips this time to carry them all, when she finished, Brick's stone circle was finished.
He stared to formate the sticks into a tepee shape, moving leaves around it.
"Do you still need me?" Blossom questioned, her voice taking on a tone of annoyance.
"No, I don't really care." He pouted, his voice much softer than before.
This was going to be hard. Being good was hard, but it was the right thing to do. And Blossom knew that.
Blossom sighed and kick the dirt on the ground.
"I'm sorry Brick, I know your life's just as hard as mine." She groaned, and looked away from him.
Brick hicced and looked up at Blossom, eyes wide. "What? It's me who should be sorry!" He raised his voice and stood up placing his hands on her shoulders.
"For what? I locked up both of your dads!" She protested, eyes slightly teary now and she recoiled back a bit.
"They tried to kill your's! And your sisters!" He pushed back, trying to reason with Blossom.
"God, why can't either of us get over this?!" She shouted, not really at Brick but more at herself.
"I don't know, I really don't Blossom!" Brick responded, shrugging as he exhaled in frustration.
"What are we gonna do Brick?" She said, a quiver in her voice.
"We're stuck here, and I missed dance yesterday, and I didn't eat anything either. And—And I dragged us all here!" Blossom hicced as she fought to keep her tears back.
"What are you talking about, I did this. I was the one who started to fight you like this. I was the one who started it, I wanted revenge!" Brick cried, his hands now shoved into his jeans.
"It's my fault Blossom!" He continued but he was cut off by Blossom.
"It's both of our faults, we dragged our siblings into this."
Tears dripped down Blossom's face, and Brick rested his hand on her shoulder, not knowing quite what to do. Crying girls was something he wasn't equipped to deal with. 'Specially when he made them cry. He wiped her tears with his hand, wiping them away.
"Stop crying for fucks sake!" He snarled, eyes more or less ablaze. Yes Brick was not good at handling crying girls.
"Why do you have to be a jerk? I'm crying for a reason Brick!" Blossom hiccuped as she shot a dirty look at Brick. "We were even having a semi-nice moment, and you ruined it!"
"Then let's go do something else. And then we can have another moment, and you can stop fucking crying!" Brick suggested, a tad bit frantic to get her to stop with the crying.
"Like what?" Blossom asked, her voice a little hoarse as she stopped the waterworks for a second.
"We can go swimming." He coughed out, Brick didn't really know what to do. Swimming was just the first thing that came to his mind. They were on an island.
"Okay, but what about the fire?" Blossom inquired and rubbed her eyes, she'd stopped crying now, more interested in Bricks idea.
"I'll take care of that, don't worry" He soothed, his hands out as if he were cautioning her to stay back.
"Fine." Blossom finished as she grabbed Brick backpack.
She grabbed a granola bar and started to eat her stomach had been grumbling. Meanwhile Brick had lit the fire aflame, fanning it slightly to create more smoke than fire. Soon, after Brick was satisfied with the smoke signal, the pair started to head off.
Every now and then Brick would turn back to Blossom, checking on her to see if she'd started to cry again. He got tired of his and soon pulled her to his side. His hand locked into her's, their fingers intertwining.
"I'm not holding your hand, I'm just making sure you don't cry. Or fall behind. That's it." He coldly said aloud.
"I know that." Blossom replied quickly, his hand felt warm in her own.
It was coarse, but in a nice way. Like a workers hand, totally different from her small and dainty one, the delicacy and toughness between them contrasted nicely. It seemed like the perfect fit between the two, the pairs' hands' were the perfect size for each other.
Brick didn't look at Blossom as much afterwords, his gaze was turned towards upcoming beach.
"Brick, we don't have swimsuits do we?" Blossom let go of his hand, and turned to him.
"No, no we don't. But we can still swim if you want to." He really didn't want her to start crying again, and if he had to strip he would. Nothing made Brick as perturbed as girls crying, it was a very big weakness of his. He'd never made Blossom cry before, just mad.
"I mean it's fine, we don't have to." She said, her voice a little quiet with disappointment.
"Well no it's not fine, we'll go swimming. We can just strip, and you can keep your shirt on." Brick proposed. Blossoms face lit up with the suggestion and she smiled.
"I guess that would be okay." Blossom said, the disappointment gone from her voice.
It wasn't long before they reached the beach, to which Brick, less hesitantly than Blossom, began to shed. He peeled off his shirt, the sweat making it stick slightly to his skin. He started to unbuckling his belt, but Blossom stopped him.
"Wait let me turn around!" She zipped around, averting her eyes.
Brick finished, shedding his jeans, the ripped black material now on the ground with his belt and shirt close by. His shoes were also off, the black vans holding his socks. He now only had his red checkboard boxers on. He was facing away from Blossom as well.
She'd reduced to her shirt and underwear. But the shirt was long, and it covered most everything. Blossoms own articles lay on the sand, her skirt neatly folded over her shoes.
"This feels, slightly unfair." Brick joked, he was wearing practically nothing while Blossom was covered up completely.
She laughed, and walked into the ocean. Brick followed in soon after, grinning the whole time.
"See, isn't this better than crying?" He snickered as they stood in the water that was chest deep to Blossom. It was more like waist to Brick, but he didn't mind.
"I guess, I still feel pretty bad though, saying all those things, doing all those things." She soured, as her face started to droop.
"It's fine, I'm over it. I just-" Brick paused. Was it fine? Just a day ago he said he'd never forgive Blossom. But he didn't know her side of the story before, he didn't know why she'd locked up his fathers. He knew now though, and in his heart he felt guilt. Guilt that he had blamed her, the girl who'd helped him get on his feet and tried to keep him out of trouble before. She was only trying to protect to ones she loved, Blossom was just like Brick. He'd really have to swallow his pride for this, it's not like Brick wanted to hate Blossom anyway.
"I just don't want you to stew over it anymore. I didn't know your side, that's why I was being such an asshole. But I get it now, you're just doing what you think is best." He soothed, voice softer than normal.
"Thank you." She hicced, as tears started to well up in Blossom's eyes again.
"No, no more crying." Brick frantically growled, his mind raced with ideas to get her to stop. He really really didn't want to deal with a girl crying again. Once was enough, twice was MORE than enough.
Brick stopped, and grabbed Blossom's wrists suddenly. He swept her up into his arms quickly, into bridal position, as he retreated futher back into the water. It was up to his chest now and Blossom clung to him, only slightly afraid.
"What's my favorite meal?" He asked, his voice taking on a cold tone.
"I don't know, why are you asking me this?" Blossom asked, voice still trembleming a bit as she spoke.
Suddenly Brick dipped her back, submerging her head underwater, then quickly lifted her back up.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Blossom screeched as she came up for air.
"Oof another wrong answer." Brick said as he dipped her again.
"What was the question?" Blossom gasped as she was lifted back up. Her hands clenched on to Bricks arms for stability as she regained herself.
"What's my favorite meal?" He grinned, and rocked Blossom a little in his arms, swaying her back and forth in the water.
"Um, Big Macs." She guessed, and was dipped back underwater again.
"That's a Butch meal, think Brick Pinky" He advised as he pulled her back up.
"Ok, how about, spaghetti?" Blossom guessed again, and was dipped once more.
"Here I'll give you a clue, it's not pasta, soup, or a sandwich." Brick said, and bounced Blossom in his arms, readjusting his grasp on her.
"Alright, let me think." Blossom closed her eyes and thought. Brick, he's like me, so a slightly refined taste.
"Steak?" Blossom answered, more confident this time.
"How rare?" He asked again, smiling a little more now, an evil glimmer in his wine-red eyes.
"Just rarer than medium." She closed her eyes and waited to be dipped again.
"Ding ding ding, we've got a winner!" Brick shouted, as Blossoms sat in his arms starstuck.
"Really? I guessed it?" She said, a little bit
impressed with herself, three tries wasn't a lot!
"Yes, yes you did Pinky! That means you get to be flipped!" Brick grinned as he finished.
"I get to be what now?" Blossom cried out, as she tried to escape from Brick's grasp but it was no use.
He tilted her legs back and flipped her under the water. She emerged, hair covering her face as she gasped for air.
"Why do winners get flipped?!" Blossom yelled as she moved her hair out of her sight so she could see.
"I don't make the rules Pinky, I just play the game." Brick laughed as she moved closer to the shallower end. He accomplished his goal, Blossom wasn't crying anymore at least.
Blossom stared at him for a bit, then started to giggle. And that giggle turned into a laugh as she clutched onto her sides, letting the joyous sound takeover.
Brick grinned and he tried to maintain his composure. Blossom wasn't as bad as he thought, maybe a little annoying and uptight, but she wasn't that bad. She just played her game, she didn't make the rules of it.
Wow okay, normally in stories reds hate each other till the very end, but I prefer them seeing more eye to eye. It's a little unrealistic I know, and they haven't stopped fighting yet either here. But both of them are the eldest, so they must be able to relate to each other in some way!
Idk maybe that's just me.
Also thank you all for your reviews and concerns on where I was. I'm sorry for my absence but there wasn't a lot I could do to control it. Mental health is important! The schedule might be altered as well, but I hope you guys keep reading.