Author's notes: Yeah, this is my first story on —so try to take it easy on me. If you're concerned over the pairings they are as follows: Reds, Blues, and Greens.

In this story, imagine the town as having California's architectural structure, with a New York-esque importance to the country.

Let's move on, shall we?

Update: I've made some adjustments to each chapter that I should've done from the begining.


The high pitched whine of a cheap alarm clock annoyed the senses of an otherwise peacefully sleeping teenage red-head. A groan escaping his lips as he slammed his hand down on the poor thing; and in doing so, he unintentionally had smashed it to pieces with his superhuman strength.

After a split second argument with his conscience, Brick decided he'd start his daily rituals a bit earlier. Reaching back to his nightstand he grabbed for his iPhone. Squinting as the glare of its bright lights ripped through his retinas, he sat up as he read the time of five fifteen looking back at him through the small device.

Tossing the linens of his bed off of himself he sent a hand ruffling through his bed ridden hair, and shortly afterwards was turning on his sink to begin brushing his teeth. Grunting after spitting out the mint flavored paste in the sink, he stalked to the bath where he adjusted the water to his liking, jumped in, and commenced to washing himself.

Finished with his daily rituals Brick exited his room and ventured into he and his brothers walk in closet. He and his brother Butch weren't much into fashion; but before building them their own home and mysteriously vanishing shortly afterwards, Mojo had insisted on getting it for the youngest brother Boomer, who could appreciate some space for clothing. Brick mused over this fact—as Boomer was by no stretch of the imagination, one of those girly metro sexual guys who went around shopping with women and whatnot. Instead in Boomers words had said; "Only harbored an extensive knowledge on how to look and stay fresh as a young man." Butch didn't particularly mind this as Boomer's know how on looks had garnered them significant affection from the opposing sex.

The closet itself was saturated in lines and lines of Nike and Jordan sneakers in assorted colors, along with a near Ralph Lauren exclusive clothing selection. Still infused with a stoic look, Brick decided on his black Space Jam Jordans, some fitted light wash Levi jeans, and a solid red Ralph Lauren golf shirt. (Sorry about the overbearing clothes scene, this is just the style I'm into and wanted to make it apparent.)

Smirking at what could have been just himself; Brick adjusted his Bulls fitted cap to his head and guided himself down into the kitchen to get a bite to eat.

Settling on a bowl of crispy cereal and milk was an easy choice, as neither he nor his brothers could cook—scratch that Butch could, but its like the guy made a mental note not to ever do it.

Brick laughed out loud at the thought of his perverted little brother to think of anything besides legs, thighs, breasts, ass, and vagina. Seriously though, "Butch thinking?" he mused to himself. Like that would ever happen.

Brick had taken his sweet time getting ready for his first day as a Senior, so he wasn't surprised in the least when Boomer came strolling down the stairway. In actuality Boomer was extremely punctual, so he wasn't really early at all. Brick gave him nod of sorts and acknowledged the fact that he and his brother were wearing the same thing—save for his brothers blue shirt to replace his red one.

"Morning bro" Boomer croaked, the sleepy slur of the Sandman etched in his vocals.

"Morning Booms" Brick replied with the same boring enthusiasm.

The two sat and watched the News in relative silence as the conclusion of the morning scrolled by uneventfully. Ten minutes before departure time, Butch strolled down the stairs with the grips of sleepiness buried into his form. Butch was dressed in a green RL v-neck, khakis, and all Cool Grey Jordan sneakers.

Boomer smirked at his brother's slouched expression and muttered "Wow Butch your rags look decent but you can only dress up shit but so much huh?"

Brick face-palmed himself to suppress a cackling howl of laughter; while Butch forced out a "Shut up" directed at Boomer.

The aforementioned fraternal triplets took to the skies as they gestured their flight patterns to Townsville's local high school. They'd finally be graduating and leaving this place thought the three unintentionally. They'd given up on their lives of crime after Mojo and Him had mysteriously vanished—along with every other backwards villain that lived in and around town. The triplets hardly cared they were sick of their former adversaries, The PowerPuffs, thwarting their thievery or whatever else mischievous acts they'd been doing

The teens of Townsville began pouring into the school shortly after the boys arrival, and Butch could hardly contain himself. They were waiting for the girls, with whom they shared a budding 'more than friendly' relationship with.

When the girls arrived Butch only grinned in fantasy when the three arrived. The three were all wearing cream colored tights, to which their track-star lower half was snuggled perfectly around; along with which were loose fitting RL v-necks that matched their trademark eye colors.

Before any exchange of words could have become feasible, the school bell rang with ferocity. As the trio young women skipped by them, particularly Buttercup, Butch couldn't help but howl: "Damn girl! That ass so fat I need a lap dance!"

Brick and Boomer couldn't help but clutch their sides in laughter at this Tyga (pronounced tie-guh) reference, but Buttercup responded by promptly stopping in her tracks to slug Butch in the temple; making him stumble back with a perverted grin on his face. All of this was done with an overused form of the word 'pervert', along with an array of other slurs and curses.


Second Lunch 11:30 a.m.

Brick and Blossom were the only two with lunch together this year; Butch was with Bubbles and Boomer with Buttercup. Even so, they rarely interacted in school anyways as they were etched into the social lives of their sports teams. The girls all did track and field, while the boys pursued their respective team sports: Brick was one of the country's top point-guards (Basketball), Butch was the number one safety (Football), and Boomer had the best fastball seen in a long time (Baseball).

Brick had decided—for at least the first day, that he would sit and have a conversation with his super powered counterpart.

Brick, who had on his loud studio headphones at the time, was shaken from his music by the arrival of Blossom who in one swift motion lied her food down and plopped into her seat. With an eager look she rested her chin on crossed fingers.

Seeing Blossoms lips break apart, Brick swiftly removed his headphones and listened intently as her sweet and sharp voice paraded on his eardrums.

"So…how's the first day been" Blossom expressed in a sing song tone that left traces of her sounding like a mother.

Brick seemed to over-contemplate the question, muttering "Eh" while giving a light shoulder shrug causing his earphones to bob a bit on his shoulder blades.

Blossom scoffed "It's gonna be a long 55 minutes if you don't stop with those damn one word answers of yours!"

Brick flashed Blossom a sheepish smile, knowing he'd have to apologize for it later, but began chatting.

"So Red, how's track treating you?" He seemed to ponder aloud instead of actually asking her.

"Well, this Division II School is offering me a full ride" was her excited response.

"Really?" Bricks comment was laced with amusement. And he and Blossom continued their drag on conversation until lunch—and eventual school was over.


An all too familiar bell sound is what released the teens of Townsville from their school bound prison. The pairs of three met in their usual spot behind the building to engage in small talk.

Boomer was the first to speak up: "Man this first day was boring…" He separated the syllables to produce a more pronounced effect.

Buttercup who disagreed exclaimed: "Speak for yourself pretty boy, my day was great"

"Yeah Boomie I'd have to agree with Buttercup on this one" Bubbles chimed in. "What exactly made you made your day so boring?"

Before Boomer could announce his concern with his day, Brick cut him off. "Don't concern yourselves with Boomers whining, he just wants attention."

Butch, who was leaned against a wall next to Buttercup couldn't help but stare at the cleavage that the shirt she was wearing allowed.

Stopping their chatter, the teens put Butch's motorboat fantasy to a stop when Buttercup asked him how his first day was.

"Butch…Butch!" Buttercup yelled, trying to snatch Butch's attention away from her chest. Buttercup scowled at Butch as she realized why he sat and stared so dreamily at her. "Damn it you're impossible!" She yelled. In a flash of anger she kicked Butch in the crotch, grounding him with a thud.

Brick stood there with a solemn look in his red eyes, Boomer unintentionally covered his own private area, Bubbles gasped while covering her mouth, and Blossom did what leader girl did best; she scolded Buttercup.

"Now Buttercup, you didn't have to kick Butch there did you?" Blossom grabbed the bridge of her nose as she looked at the previously mentioned girl with a harsh scowl.

Buttercup smirked with a devilish glint in her lime green eyes as she muttered, "That son of a bitch had it coming."

Butch just lied there holding his boys, praying that they had not been injured by Buttercups assault on their down time.

Brick took this as a hint to cut the day short and while slinging butch over his shoulder simply gave the girls courteous hugs as goodbyes, as did Boomer, and the group decided they would meet up later that day.


Yeah I guess its going to have to start off slow, but this is an action/comedy/romance story that'll pick up later.

If anyone could drop some tips as to how to make more descriptive character interactions such as talking, please do so and be harsh (but not too harsh) in your advice.

Oh yeah, I'll respond to certain reviews.

My bad for that reference to the Hip-Hop artist Tyga, if you've ever heard him do the song 'Lap Dance' you may chuckle at the reference.

R&R