Chapter Two of my story. Thanks for the reviews so far, they were all very positive and motivated me to keep going. Someone asked me if there were blues and greens in this story, and I'd just like to say that there definitely are. So watch out for them. :P
Enjoy, everyone! :3
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls!~
(Blossom's POV)
"Hold still, Bailey, so I can finish brushing your hair," I said as I continued to brush my daughter's unkempt, disheveled red hair.
"But I don't wanna have my hair brushed, I like it better when it's all tangly!" Bailey said, folding her arms.
Ugh, another thing Bailey inherited from Brick - she never wanted to brush her hair.
"But Bailey," I said, a hint of irritation in my voice, "You'll make lots of friends on your first day of kindergarten if your hair is brushed."
"Really?" Bailey said as her pink eyes widened.
"Yes, really," I said as I began to tie her hair in a ponytail.
"Well, I do wanna have lots and lots of friends…"
"That's the spirit," I said as I finished doing Bailey's hair. I put my hands on her shoulders as Bailey viewed herself in the mirror and I said, "Aw, you look so pretty for your first day of school!"
"Mommy…" Bailey groaned.
"Well, I can't help it, my little princess just looks so-" I stopped myself as a sweet aroma filled Bailey's bedroom. Ah, blueberry pancakes. My favorite. Pancakes were always Bubbles' speciality.
"It looks like Aunt Bubbles is almost done with breakfast," I said, smiling.
"Yay! I'm starving!" And with that, Bailey ran out the room.
I chuckled to myself as I followed my daughter out the room and into the kitchen for breakfast.
(Brick's POV)
Look at me now
Look at me now
Oh… I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Look at me now, yeah..
I'm fresher than a motherf-
"Hello?" I answered rather hastily. Who the hell would be calling me while I'm trying to sleep? Thursday was one of the days where coach didn't call for practice.
"Uh, Brick?" a male voice spoke. Oh, great, it was my agent. What the hell did he want from me this early in the morning? I mean… okay, maybe 7:50 isn't that early… but shit, I was trying to sleep.
"I arranged for you to speak to a Kindergarten class at Riverside Elementary School tomorrow," my agent said coolly.
"Tomorrow? You couldn't have mentioned this to me earlier?" I asked, infuriated. Doesn't he know that I have a pretty tight schedule? And what the hell do I look like speaking to a bunch of five year old brats?
"I'm sorry," he began, obviously feeling intimidated, "It just came up."
"Well, next time you schedule some sort of crap for me to do, you might want to tell me ahead of time," I spat.
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever.. anyway, what am I supposed to talk to these kids about?"
"Talk to them about perseverance, how to always follow their dreams and to never give up.. you know, what you usually-"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," I said as I hung up the phone. Now considering that was over with, and there was no possible way I'd be able to fall back asleep now.. I might as well start my day.
I clapped my hands twice, and less than a minute later, the Butler, Philippe arrived. His hair was starting to thin out and his once brunette hair started to turn gray. He had a thick, curly brown moustache that was also starting to turn gray. He was wearing a black suit with black loafers and a black bowtie.
"Yes, Master Brick? You are up quite early today, is anything the matter?" Philippe asked me in his thick French accent.
I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What? Is it strange for me to be up at this time?"
"Actually, yes, it is. At least, when it's your day off."
"Anyway," I said, obviously trying to change the subject, "I'm hungry. Whip me up some crepes, will you? You know I love it when you make those. Oh, with a dollop of whip cream."
"As you wish, Master Brick," Philippe said as he left the room to start preparing my meal.
(Blossom's POV)
After a ten minute drive, I pulled up to the school in my 2002 silver Honda Odyssey and parked in the school parking lot. After I unbuckled my own seat belt and got out the car, I unbuckled Bailey's. Well, I tried to.
"Mommy, I gonna be five soon, stop treating me like a baby," Bailey said as she unbuckled her seatbelt by herself.
"I'm sorry, honey, I was just trying to help," I said, sighing. For a four year old, she was very independent.
Bailey and I walked inside the school. The walls were covered in gold and burgundy paint, which are pretty odd colors to put together if you ask me. I'm assuming that they're the school colors or something. Bailey and I eyed the school until I spotted a teacher outside of her classroom. Considering we didn't know where to go, I decided to ask this woman for help.
"Uh, hi, this is Bailey Utonium and I'm her mom. It's her first day of kindergarten and I was just wondering if you knew where Ms. Keane's classroom is?" I asked.
"You're looking at it!" The woman said with a warm, gentle smile. She stooped down to Bailey's level and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Ms. Keane and I'll be your kindergarten teacher this year. You must be Bailey!"
Bailey's pink eyes widened as she gave me a worried look. I gave her a small smile and said, "Shake her hand, Bailey."
Bailey shook Ms. Keane's hand, and shot me another worried glance yet again.
"What's the matter, honey?" I asked her as I stooped down and ran a hand through her thick, red hair, trying to comfort her.
"I scared," Bailey said, looking down to the floor.
"It's normal for you to be scared on your first day," Ms. Keane joined in, smiling, "But you'll make plenty of new friends and then you won't be scared anymore."
"See? There's nothing to be afraid of," I reassured her, "But.. if you want, I could stay with you for awhile. I'll just tell my client I'll be a bit late."
"No," Bailey said quietly.
"Okay then," I said as I hugged Bailey and waved goodbye to her and Ms. Keane and started to walk away, my black heels clanking with every step I took. I was near the exit until...
"Mommy!" Bailey exclaimed as she ran up to me and wrapped herself around my right leg. She had tears running down her cheeks. She looked up at me and said, "Don't go. I changed my mind. Please stay with me for a little bit? Please?"
"You know it's hard to say no to you, right?" I said as I gave her a small smile and I bent down to hug her. "Let me just call my client and we'll go in together, okay?"
(Buttercup's POV)
"Ugh, I hate morning traffic," I said as I impatiently tapped my fingers on the steering wheel.
Just then, my favorite song came on. It was E.T. by Katy Perry featuring Kanye West. I couldn't help but break out and start singing.
"Kiss.. me.. k-k-kiss me, infect me with your lovin-"
Then all of a sudden, I heard a noise come from my car. Oh my god, please don't tell me I have a flat tire…
The traffic started to die down a bit, so I pulled over to the side of the road, got out and started to inspect the damage to my car. Aw man, it wasn't just one flat tire, both of my back tires were flat. How was I supposed to get to the hair salon now? Flora would kill me.
I pushed my raven hair out of my face and put my head in my hands. What was I supposed to do now? Who do I call? But most of all.. how would I pay to replace the two tires? My sisters and I didn't have all of the money in the world, and replacing these tires would be costly.
"Need a ride?" A smooth, deep voice said beside me. I turned around to see a tall man, who seemed to be around 6 feet tall. He had black hair, like me, and he had deep green eyes. He was wearing a green polo shirt with black jeans, and green vans. He had some stubble on his chin, too. Damn he was hot. Wait, he seems kind of familiar… I think I know him from somewhere... holy shit, it's…
"Butch?" I asked in bewilderment, my green eyes looking at him up and down. He was Brick's brother. Damn, he looks much better than he did five years ago.
"What's up, Buttercup?" He said as a smirk crept upon his face, "Ah, never mind, I know. Looks like you have two flat tires."
"Oh, well aren't you smart?" I said sarcastically, folding my arms. I wasn't in the mood for this.
"You're the first person who's ever called me that."
"Look, Butch, as you can see, I'm not in the mood. I have two flat tires, I don't know what to do, and I have to be at work in ten minutes."
"I'll drop you," He said, taking his car keys out of his jean pocket.
I was a bit uneasy at first. This was Brick's brother. Brick, Blossom's ex-boyfriend and father of her child. I didn't feel right talking to him, but I had to be at work in eight minutes, and I didn't need my boss Flora yelling at me… Blossom wouldn't mind, right?
"Okay," I said, accepting his offer.
"Cool," He said as he walked me to his dark green BMW.
"Just one question," I said as I opened his car door and hopped into the passenger seat, "What are you doing in Riverside? I'm pretty sure you don't live around here."
Butch shrugged. "I had some business to handle."
"Oh, okay," I said, not wanting him to elaborate on whatever "business" he had to handle.
"So, where are we going?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
I told him where the place was and he started to drive off.
"WAIT!" I yelled.
"Huh? What?" Butch asked, irritated.
"Do you think you could call a car service to tow my car?" I said, smiling nervously.
(Brick's POV)
I grabbed my car keys from my wooden coffee table and started to head out the door. Considering I was already up, I decided that I might as well go to the gym for a couple of hours. I had on a white wife beater, red basketball shorts, and some red and white Nikes. I had on my signature red backwards cap, which didn't cover much of my thick red hair.
"Yo, bro, where you going?" A voice said from behind me.
"To the gym, Boomer," I said, turning around to face him. "Where's Butch anyway? We always go to the gym together."
"I don't know, he said he had some "business to handle," and left," Boomer said.
"Oh, okay-" I stopped myself when I took a look at what Boomer was wearing. He was wearing a white t-shirt with blue boxer briefs. But his boxer briefs weren't just blue.. they had pink hearts on it. Pink.
"What the hell?" I asked Boomer, my red eyes looking him up and down. I always thought this guy was a pansy.
"What?" He replied, obviously confused.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Change into some gym clothes. You're coming to the gym with me."
"What? Why?"
"To regain some of your manliness back."
"But-"
"Go!"
"Fine," Boomer said. He then started to walk away to change his clothes, but I could have swore I heard him mutter 'asshole' while he was walking away. Fine, screw him too then.
I then felt a vibration in my pocket. Someone was calling me. Great. I took out my iPhone to see who was calling me, and I chuckled when I saw who it was. Berserk. I thought she told me to call her when Blossom was off of my mind. She was already crawling back to me.
I was about to pick it up, but then I stopped myself. I didn't feel like dealing with her right now, especially in the morning. So I let it go to voicemail.
Five minutes later, Boomer was ready. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, blue sweats and some white Air-forces.
"Ready to go?" He asked me, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah," I said. And with that, we were on our way to the gym.
Time to relieve some stress.
Ugh, okay, I personally think this was a crappy chapter, but I don't want the Brick and Blossom stuff to happen too soon, ya know? Kind of makes it.. unrealistic, in a way. So I focused on some other stuff. Sorry y'all. But at least we saw some Greens interaction! :3 But the Reds will be coming up soon, don't worry. This story is about them, am I right? :P The Blues will come up soon also.
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