Chapter 7
This is the seventh chapter of 'Can I Love You?'
Last time, during lunch, the Boys decided to walk in on the Girls, which made them not too happy about it. Buttercup reminds Butch of the threat she gave him if he and his brothers came too close to her and her sisters, but he stupidly blew it off as a bluff. That's when Buttercup's 'Hellish' side emerged, and the Boys find out that the Girls have changed more than on the inside than the outside.
Anyway, enough with the chitchat, let's get on with the story, nya~!
The week seem to fly by, with all the extra classes, school and homework, and before the Girls knew it, it was finally Friday afternoon, and the school bell for dismissal rang out. The entire school yard flooded with students as they prepared for a nice, relaxing weekend. The jocks planned to get hung over at a rave, the nerds had their noses buried in their thick textbooks and the regulars simply hung with their friends or headed home alone.
The Girls made their way a block away from the school, where a Bentley was waiting for them. Bloom sighed deeply, "Man, I'm exhausted. This week alone I had to turn in two essays for English and a project for Social Studies." Buttercup scowled, "I sent two boys to the infirmary and two more to the hospital directly. Luckily, I didn't get the blame pinned on me. Blossom groaned, running a hand through her sunset orange locks, "Buttercup, you promised you wouldn't do that anymore. Last time, you did get caught, and Dad grounded you for a month."
The ravenette model grumbled, "At least it wasn't that fucking Rowdyruff. If it was him, I would've simply killed him, no infirmary or hospital. Just, a body-bag and a coffin." Bubbles shuttered at her sister's murderous intentions, before smiling in that lovely way of hers, "Well, look on the bright side; the boys are coming back tonight, and Father invited them to dinner. He has had Chef cooking since this morning." That bit of news brightened up the others' faces, "Oh yea! Can't wait!"
Blossom sighed, "Oh, right, we still have that shoot we have to do today, for the 'Cover-Girl' cosmetic brand, remember?" Bloom drew in a sharp breath through her clenched teeth, "Oh, right. Well, those shoots only last for about three to four hours. We'll be back just in time to greet the guys, without having to wait!" Bubbles squealed, practically bouncing in her seat, "Oh~ I'm so excited! James told me in his text the other day that he got me something amazing!"
Buttercup chuckled, "What, another line of 'Bandit' clothing? With the accessories too?" Her younger sister pouted, "Be quiet Buttercup; I love Jamie's 'Bandit' clothing line, and so do all the fashionable people in the entire world!" The ravenette turned her head towards one of the tinted windows, "Whatever you say, Bubbles," which earned her a face full of the cushion that the blond model threw at her with a huff.
The driver's voice suddenly rang out from the tiny intercom that allowed the two to communicate without reeling down the thick, sound-proof glass that separated them, "Mistresses, we have arrived at the Townsville Modeling Studio." Blossom answered, "Sure, we'll be right out. You may leave once we do, and come immediately when we call after the shoot. Is that understood?" The driver answered, "Quiet, Madame."
Stepping out of the car, the Four Queens made their way through the constantly revolving doors, into the huge, skyscraper of a building, getting sighs of admirations and excited whispers all the way to the elevators. Pressing the 'Up' button, the Girls stepped inside the vacant elevator, and Bloom pressed in the top floor number. Bubbles sighed, leaning against the elevator wall as the machine jolted and began its trek up the building, "I'm so excited!~ Not only do I absolutely love the 'Cover Girl' cosmetic line, we also get to see our boyfriends afterwards! This must be our reward after all that work during school!"
Blossom, Bloom and Buttercup chuckled at their youngest sister's little 'fantasy'; she had always believed in superstition such as karma and such. They were brought out of their amusing musing when the elevator jolted to a halt, 'ding'ed and the doors slid open, revealing an entire floor of studios and stage-sets. Blossom spoke, "Alright, we have the studio number 6, so lets go." As they made their way down the polished-marble hallway, they listened to the music which trickled from several of the studios, and several loud-action 'booms' and 'crashes' from an action filming.
As they reached the designated studio, the director, one Ms. Evana Quilton, quickly approached them. She was a young woman, perhaps in her mid or late twenties, possessing light brown hair curled with a curling iron and deep honey-brown eyes, behind a pair of thin prescription glasses, as well as a pair of subtle D-cups, enchanting legs and completely reeking of pheromones. She smiled lightly, "Ah, its so nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you, and I am really excited to work with you for this shoot."
Bloom chuckled as she shook the brunette's ring-clad hand, "Well, we are excited to be here. We are all a big fan of the 'Cover-Girl' cosmetic line. We use it every day." Laughing carelessly, Evana led the Girls onto the set, which was laid out to be a sunny meadow with flowers in full bloom and an enormous fan to create an artificial breeze, "Well, since the specific is cosmetics, you shall be in scenery and in clothing that compliments your beautiful complexions and facial characteristics."
She motioned towards the Four Queens' personal dressing room, "Please, your make-up and hair artists are inside waiting for you. Also, Hannah shall arrive here any minute, to watch the shoot." Bubbles smiled, "Thank you, Ms. Quilton," before following her sisters into their spacious dressing room. The three walls were completely covered with crystal clean-glass mirrors, with make-up of all varieties laid out upon the long counters. Hung upon hangers were racks of costumes, elegant dresses, sexy outfits, the works. And, laid out along the foot of the right wall were shoes of all varieties, flats, heels, everything.
Several ladies were standing there patiently, with excited smiles upon their faces, "Hello, Your Majesties. Please, take a seat and we shall get started." Buttercup sighed; she had never truly liked all the hassling before shoot, from the make-up to the dressing, but she knew that it was just something that she had to put up with as a world-famous model.
The make-up artists used light, delicate strokes to paint powder and blush upon the Girls' faces, giving them that 'natural' flush, while using professional brushes to apply sparkling lipstick and lip-gloss upon that. After the face, they applied sparkling, clear nail-polish upon their nails, not a single dab of polish out of place. While the polish dried, the hair artists pulled combs and brushes through sunset orange, chocolate brown, raven black and pure blond hair, carefully pulling Blossom's hair into a loose braid with small daisies twisted into the locks, pulling Bloom's hair out of its usual ponytail, setting a large morning glory behind her right ear, combing Buttercup's hair down to its full length, attaching strings of orchids, and letting Bubbles' hair out of their usual pigtails and simply allowed it to tumble down her back to her waist, draping a crown of irises upon her head.
Finally, the clothing artists gave the Girls simply, yet beautiful dresses that allowed the cosmetic to stand out even more than they already did. Blossom slipped into a lacey sundress, embroidered with pink-tined lace in floral patterns. Bloom dressed herself in a flowing silk dress trimmed with lavender-tinted silk in wavy patterns. Buttercup was clothed in an appropriate sailor top with a long skirt on the bottom, the tie a deep forest green and the skirt laced with the same color. Bubbles pulled on a spaghetti-strap sundress with tiny shards of rhinestones sewn into the skirt, the entire dress embroidered with sky-blue tinted lace.
After slipping their feet into matching silk flats, the Girls exited their dressing room, making their way to the set. They were surprised that the crew had transformed such a plain looking area to a beautiful meadow-scene in just the time it took for the four to get dressed. Sunlight was pouring through due to burning bright lights from the catwalk, genuine grass and flowers scattered the floor, and the background was gorgeously decorated as a fresh sky with trees and mountains in the distance.
Evana, who was speaking with several members of the crew, as well as Hannah, turned, and was stunned by the fabulous beauty that stood before her. And she had though that the Four Queens were breathtakingly stunning dressed casually, now, it was like having four goddesses standing before her, glowing and shimmering in all their glory. Having Hannah tap her on the shoulder managed to snap her out of her daze, "Ah, I see you are more than ready. Alright then, the crew is still checking up on several things, if you don't mind, please wait over there."
Hannah made her way over to the Girls and mock wolf-whistled, "Wow, you four look radiant, as usual. Any boy would immediately go 'ga-ga' over anyone of you." Bubbles giggled, "Thank you Hannah. I'm still so excited about this shoot..!" Buttercup groaned, doing her best to resist the urge to wipe her hand across her face, "Man, this stuff make's my face feel all dry and heavy." Bloom chuckled, "That's because you're not used to wearing this much make-up. Don't worry about it; it normally take only several minutes to get used to it. Trust me."
Their silverette manager chuckled at her young charges' antics, "Anyway, I have some news for you girls. It seems like Mrs. Sarah Bellum Rowdyruff is visiting the studio, and that she's bringing four certain boys along with her, in order to show them her job as the Mayor's assistant~" Buttercup snarled, "The Rowdyruff Boys are coming here?" Hannah's mischievous expression twisted into a confused one, "What? You don't want them here?"
Bloom scowled, "Of course not. Why in the seven hells would we want them to see us work? I mean, it's already hard enough to see them at school five days a week, not to mention the fact that they have been extremely creepy, but they have to see us here too?" Bubbles tried to smooth things over, "What we mean is that we don't like them. And I mean, really, really don't like them. And we feel like it would a thorn in our sides if they were here while we worked." Blossom nodded, "Not to mention the fact that they might be a distraction. To both us, their mother and the entire crew, including you and Evana."
The silverette woman sighed, "Why are you guys so practical? Don't you ever try to think a little beyond the obvious? I know that you don't like them, and that they are very handsome and that that could be the distraction towards all the women in the crew." Blossom arched a brow, "Then, why did you sound so happy when you told us that those boys are coming to the studio?" Hannah chuckled, "Because,… I have a little… plan for them."
Now, it was Bloom's turn to arch a brow, "Plan? Your last plan was to go to school as the Four Queens, and now, we have those Boys practically stalking us. What is it this time?" The silverette playfully stuck out her tongue, but answered anyway, "Well, I was thinking; why don't we screw with those boys' minds even more?" That little opinion sparked the Girls' interest, "Go on…" Hannah smirked, "When they come through that door, you four will just happening to be striking your pose for the climax of the shoot. I swear, if that won't get them goin', nothing will."
Buttercup looked ready to explode, but Bubbles managed to butt in at the last second, "Hannah, I don't think that would be a good id-" Bloom interrupted her blond sister, "Hm, that does sound entertaining~. Eh, why not?" Her sisters stared at the brunette like she had sprouted a second head, "Bloom, are you crazy? No, we aren't going to do this!" Bloom chuckled lightly as a feather at her slightly raging sisters, "Why? It'll make for a good game. And, the fact that we'll be playing them the way they played us in fourth grade makes me shiver with joy~."
That other three froze at their sister's logic; making the Boys feel the same pain that they felt in fourth grade was like a forbidden fruit that they had never experienced before. Buttercup grinned widely, "Now that you put it that way, I'm totally in!" Blossom chuckled, "Same here." Bubbles hesitated before sighing lightly, "Well, it does seem a bit mean, but, I say, they deserve it. I'm in." Hannah chuckled almost evilly, "Awesome. Ms. Bellum told me that she'll be coming later in the evening. That should give you plenty of time to dig deep into your inner model, and look even more gorgeous than you do when they see you during school."
The Four Queens glanced at each other, chuckling, before making their way onto the set at Evana's request. The brunette stood behind the round of photographers, a clipboard in one hand, a foundation pen in the other and an encouraging smile upon her lovely face, "Alright, Your Majesties, when the music begins, wait for my signal before beginning, alright?" When she received a satisfied nod from the four, she nodded towards one of the crew members, who turned on the recording of a song that was sweet and melodious, to accompany the scenery.
Counting to '10 Mississippi' in her head, Evana nodded towards the girls, who each took a silent deep breath, and naturally, began to allow to pose, allowing the large fan's breeze to 'innocently' blow their hair and loose clothing back, allowing glorious smiles to creep onto their faces as they subtly stepped around the enormous se, allowing the lot of photographers to take many shots of each queen. They made sure to brush their hair out of their faces, in order to annunciate the make-up, as well as making sure not to smile too much, occasionally dimming the sparkle within their smile and eyes.
Hannah chuckled, she absolutely loved working with the Four Queens. They were so… fresh and young. She loved just how much passion they showed in their work, unlike many of the other 'underclass' models, who only do their job for the money and fame. Not to mention that their beauty was so fake, with so much unnecessary make-up and plastic-surgery. The silverette couldn't blame them for being jealous of the Four Queens. After all, their beauty was breathtakingly tantalizing, as well as fresh and natural. The fans never seem to ever get tired of looking at the Four Queens.
The manager felt her blood boil whenever she thought of those horrid Rowdyruff Boys who caused her little friends so much pain, 'Who do they think they are? Just because their father's some CEO of a small company and their mother's the assistant of the Mayor, they think that they're the kings of the world. Tch, well, now, its their turn to actually work for something they want. Even if the 'thing' they desire is way out of their ledge, not to mention that they have boyfriends who are far more elite than them. Hm, this might turn out quite interesting.'
She glanced down at her schedule for the Girls. There were quite a few more shoots this weekend, as well as magazine shoots, commercials, even several recording, seeing how several directors of famous actor agencies had requested for the Four Queens to appear as co-stars within several new movies they were all working on. The silverette sighed, she felt a bit guilty working her girls so hard like this, but this was one of the 'downs' of being worldly famous. Everyone knows you, and they all want you to know them. And they did this by requesting for the target to attend projects with them, and try to impress them during their time together.
Sighing, Hannah continued organizing the schedule so that her girls could have at least ten minute bathroom breaks between jobs. Occasionally, she would check her watch, keeping vigilant timing on when Ms. Bellum and her devil sons would be arrive. She made take down the Boys' reactions on tape.
"Mom~ do we have to go with you?" Boomer whined out as their scary, but gorgeous mother forced all four of them out of the large house and into her car, quickly slamming the car door shut before any of her sons could make a dash for it, "Yes, you do. I don't care if none of you will take me place someday, but I want to at least show you what I do for Townsville before you guys disappear from my life after college."
Butch snorted, adjusting himself so that he no longer felt that strange shape that was squirming and twitching against his butt, "Couldn't we go tomorrow? We promised Mitch that we'd go to a totally rad rave at the skateboard rink tonight." Their orangette mother glared daggers at her boys through the mirror, "I don't a damn if you made arrangements with that Mitch boy, you all are coming to the Townsville studio with me and that's final! Another word from anyone of you, and all your laptops, Ipods and phones are confiscated for a month, I know for a sure fact that you four couldn't find them even if you tried all weekend!"
The Boys whispered, even Brick, who normally was perfectly immune to just about anyones' temper, but not his mom's, "Yes, Ma'am." Ms. Bellum seemed satisfied with her sons' submissive answer and concentrated on driving. Even though her car of at the top of the line, that didn't mean that it couldn't crash if she wasn't looking. Besides, she was only a woman, and she value her car more than her husband valued his.
Bruise grumbled, "Man, this really sucks. Mitch's gonna rage at us when we meet up tomorrow." Brick sighed, "It's not our fault. Mitch knows how strict, and scary, Mom can be. Don't forget, he still has the mental, and physical, scars to prove it." Butch grinded his teeth together, "What I'm put out about is missing out on all the hot chicks. Mitch told us that college girls from Townsville University are comin' too. Ahh…~" Boomer glanced at his watch, "We're suppose to stay there for about two hours, maybe we'll be get back to the rave later..?" The Boys glanced at each other, before instantaneously shaking their heads, "Nah…"
After several minutes, Ms. Bellum pulled up into the parking lot, turning off the car, stepping out, "Boys, c'mon on and get out. We're at the best studio building in Townsville and since I'm a regular guest here, I don't want my reputation to turn into, 'The mom who's sons look like they just got out of napping.' Grunting and groaning, the Boys slipped out of the car, unconsciously adjusting their hair and clothing. Ms. Bellum stepped into the building, the Boys at her heels with that 'careless, bored' air. The secretary glanced up and smiled, "Hello, Mrs. Rowdyruff. It's nice to see you again. Here is your 'All Access' pass."
Her gaze fell upon the Boys, a faint blush making its way upon her face, "Oh my, what handsome boys~. Are they your sons, Mrs. Rowdyruff?" The orangette smiled, "Of course. This is Brick, Butch, Bruise and Boomer Rowdyruff, my four sons. Boys, say hello." The Boys smiled fakely, "Hello." The five swiftly made their way down the corridor towards the elevators as the secretary squealed loudly, the shrieking sound echoing off the empty walls. Boomer asked, "Hey Mom, does that happen often..?" Ms. Bellum sighed, "Very."
As the elevator slid open, the five stepped inside and Ms. Bellum pressed the button for the top floor. Bruise asked, "Exactly, where are we going?" His orangette mother chuckled, "We're going to the top floor, where all the current shoots are being held. In other words, that's where many actors and actresses come to take their shoots." Butch grinned widely, "Damn, that sounds even better than a rave with Townsville University girls!" His brothers face-palmed when their mother slowly rotated her head and allowed her steely eyes to drill into her ravenette son's head, "Excuse… me…?"
Butch gulped, "Um, uh, what I meant to say was, 'This is better than a rave at Townsville University'...?" Brick whapped him upside the head while Ms. Bellum just sighed and shook her head, "Boys and your hormones." The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, allowing the five to step out into the large floor, with what looked like hundreds of studios, mostly occupied, with very few still available for use. Ms. Bellum led her sons to one of the largest studios on the floor, slid her card into the machine, waited for the light to blink green before quietly pulling the door open, as if not to disturb the shooting inside.
The Boys stepped into an enormous studio, which was dimmed, except for the large patch of light illuminating a set that was the image of a beautiful meadow, with flowers and grass at the feet and tree and mountains in the background. Butch whistled, glancing around, "Whoa, this is impressive. Its awesome..!" Ms. Bellum kept quiet, until a gorgeous-looking silverette dressed in a grey Chanel business-woman suit, and shook the orangette's hand, smiling warmly, "It is so nice to see you again Sarah. Oh, and these handsome young men must be your sons I have heard so much about. Hello, my name is Hannah Boulstridge and I'm a manager here."
Butch smirked as he took the silverette's outstretched hand in a firm handshake, "It's very nice to meet you, Hannah~. I'm Butch Rowdyruff. What you say we go a hotel, and, uh, get to know each other a little better..?" Ms. Bellum looked absolutely horrified at her son's filthy mind, when Hannah chuckled deeply, "I'm sure you'll catch a great girl someday." Then, her 'sweet' smile turned mocking and sarcastic, "But, not with that playboy attitude." Butch only gaped at that response as the fabulous silverette returned to her sweet phase and continued her conversation with her orangette friend.
Bruise laughed loudly, "Oh man, you just got burned man!" Brick chuckled while Boomer simply howled, not even bothering to conceal his laughter, "Man, I'd give anything for a video-camera at that moment! That would've been rating- golden!" Their ravenette brother scowled horribly, "Shut the fuck up or I'll-" Once again, he was interrupted by his mother, "Butch Rowdyruff, will you please quiet yourself? I am trying to take with Ms. Boulstridge here."
Boomer arched a brow, "Boulstridge? That doesn't sound like a last name from around these parts." Brick rolled his eyes, "That's because it's an European last name. Hannah is obviously from Europe." Bruise chuckled, "That would explain how she saw right through Butch like that. I heard that European and Asian women have more of a chance of becoming models than any other race of female in the world."
Suddenly, the loud sound of "Cut! Alright, take a ten minute break!" rang out. The room lit up with even lighting as the silent crew increasingly grew in volume as the crew prepared the set for the next series of shoots. The posse stepped out of the crew's way, not wanting to get run over by the hurrying people. Hannah and Sarah sighed with exasperation; even in a rush, all the women in the crew took the time to send dreamy sighs and seductive winks towards the Boys.
Hannah turned her head towards the side, and smiled, "Ah, girls, come on over here. An regular visitor is here to say her hellos." The Boys rotated their heads towards the direction that the silverette was talking in, expecting to see a model who's face was completely caked with make-up and a stick-like body. Their jaws slacked deeply when they saw the Four Queens, wrapped in large, fresh white towels, making their way over. Even with towels drapped over their shoulders, the Boys could see the innocently white dresses that the four Girls were dressed in, and the make-up which beautifully complimented their fair complexions and physical features.
Completely ignoring the Boys, the Four Queens stepped past them and approached Ms. Bellum with beaming smiled, "Ms. Bellum, it's nice to see your face around here again. How's work at the office?" The orangette smiled back; she had always wished that she had given birth to at least one girl, but the Four Queens have grown on her like they were her own daughters, not that she loved her sons, it was just that, they could be quite a handful sometimes, especially with the fact that they were in high school, spring was coming and that they were four incredibly good-looking teens, "I'm just fine girls, and its nice to see you four again. I see that Hannah is working you to the bone, as usual. But please, keep up the good work."
Bruise spoke up first, "M-Mom, you never told us that you were friends with the Four Queens..!" Ms. Bellum shrugged nonchalantly, "You never asked." Brick sighed quietly, massaging his forehead as he listened to his mother, the silverette and the Four Queens chatting together, "This feels so awkward. Our own mom is friends with the most famous figures in the vast entertainment industry, and yet, we can't get a single word in with them."
Bruise groaned, "You said it. For once, I feel like we're the ones being played here." Boomer spoke, "That's because we are. The Girls know that we like them, and they're using that to their advantage. They seem to want to cause us the same pain that we did to them seven years ago during … that incident." Butch scoffed airily, "Let them try. Dudes, are we really gonna let some girls ruin us? I mean, we're the Rowdyruff Boys; we've got the entire city of Townsville eating the crud from the bottom of our shoes! We really just gonna give all that up because of some stupid crush we had in fourth grade?"
His three brothers were silent for a second, as if allowing what the normally so rash and hotheaded Rowdyruff brother was saying. Brick chuckled, thumping his younger brother on the back, "You're right, I don't know what we were thinking. Thanks man, that pep talk helped." The ravenette teen shyly glanced towards the side; only his brothers have seen this side of him. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
Meanwhile, Hannah glanced at her watch, "Girls, your break is just about over. Head for the dressing room and refresh your make-up and clothing." With a nod, the Girls walked away from the silverette and orangette, quietly chatting with each other on the way. Ms. Bellum spoke up, "Alright, Hannah, what's going on between the Girls and my boys?" The silverette mentally cringed; she forgot that the orangette was scarily observant. There was rarely a single thing that escape Mrs. Sarah Bellum Rowdyruff's sharp eyes.
The silverette decided it would be best for Ms. Bellum to know of the situation, "Well, you see, let's just say that the Boys and the Girls go way back, before the Girls were famous, specifically, in fourth grade." Ms. Bellum could tell that her silverette friend didn't want to give out more information, so she just nodded in understandment, "Am I to understand that the Girls are… sensitive with this matter?" Hannah nervously nodded, "Quite sensitive." The orangette nodded, "I understand."
A crewman approached the two women and tapped Hannah on the shoulder, "Ms. Boulstridge, there are four very special people are here to see the Four Queens." The silverette arched a brow, "I thought I cancelled all fan talks to the Four Queens for the entire weekend. Their schedule is too packed for such things this time. How did these four get past the security guards?"
A deep, velvety voice chuckled, "Maybe because, we love the Four Queens..?" Hannah's eyes shot up with shock, "Josef? Leonardo? Anthony? James?" One by one, the teens stepped out, a smile upon their faces. The silverette squealed, "Oh my God! It's so good to see you boys again! The Girls are in their dressing room. But, you guys are going to have to wait, because they're changing." James chuckled, "It's nice to see you too Hannah. I do hope you've been taking good care of our girls..?" The silverette grinned widely, "Of course."
"Leonardo?" The blunette turned around, his golden eyes immediately lighting up, "Bloom!" The brunette dashed over and jumped into her beloved boyfriend's arms, laughing as he twirled her around in circles, "My beloved cherry blossom, I've missed you so much!" The brunette laughed, before turning towards the other guys, "Hey guys, long time no see. My sisters are coming out right about…" Bubbles' shrill squealing caused Bloom to smile, "Now."
Bubbles leapt into James' arms, squealing, "OMG, James, you're really back! I've missed you so much! I can't believe that you actually came here to see me!" The brunette chuckled, "There's nothing I wouldn't do and no where I'd go for my beautiful queen." Blossom quickly walked up to Josef and brought him into a tight hug, "Josef, you were gone for so long. I missed you so much." The ginger-head smiled softly, "I missed you too, my beautiful jewel. And, I won't be going anywhere for a long time, so we can catch up." Buttercup simply stared at her boyfriend for a few seconds before smiling widely and tackled him in a large bear hug, "Yo Anthony, it's awesome you could make it here at the shoot..!" The mahogany-haired teen chuckled deeply, wrapping his strong, muscle-bound arms around the petite from of his ravenette girl and easily lifted her up in her own hug and nuzzling her raven hair, "I missed you so much my beautiful Butterfly~..!"
The sound of someone clearing their throat broke up the happy reunion. They turned to see Hannah jabbing her thumb towards the waiting photoset, "Girls, I understand that seeing your boyfriends after waiting for two weeks, but right now, you're working. Get back onto the set, now, or I will contact all your parents and have them find something for you all to do so that you'll all be so busy; you can't see each other." The Guys immediately set their girls down and the Girls threw off their towels, walked over to the set and within a few seconds, began to finish the last phase of the shoot.
As Ms. Bellum and Hannah walked off together to discuss Ms. Bellum's business with them, the Boys approached what they knew was the competition for the Girls' affection. Brick felt like he would be only one who could manage a civil tone, "Hello, may I ask who you four are?" Josef spoke up, "I am Josef Von Crossceria." Leonardo was next, "I'm Leonardo Yamamoto." Anthony nodded, "S'up, I'm Anthony Castallanta." James brought up the rear, "And I am James La Fontaine." Butch's eyes popped out, "You're the Anthony Castallenta?" Boomer arched an eyebrow, "You know him?" The ravenette spun around and stared at his brother like he was a hobo retard, "The Castallanta family is at the top of the sports world. How could you not know that?"
Bruise spoke up, "If it's not too rude of me, may I ask; what is the relationship between you four and the Four Queens?" The next sentence threw the four Rowdyruff Boys for a HUGE loop,
"We're their boyfriends."
That's the 7th chapter, and it's the longest one yet. I've taken all the ideas from the reviews that I received and created something entirely new! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS AND SUPPORT!
But, I could still use more ideas, if its not imposing on any of you!~
~PLEASE REVIEW! THANKS!