Chapter Three of my story. I hope you all enjoy it! :D
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls!
(Brick's POV)
"Damn, Brick, you can curl 150 pounds?" Boomer asked me, his dark blue eyes filled with astonishment.
"Hey, I'm Brick Jojo - what can't I do?" I said as I placed the gold barbell down, grabbed my water bottle and took a swig of water.
Boomer scoffed. "You obviously can't give a chick a good round of sex, that's for sure."
"Says the virgin," I said, my lips turning into a smirk.
"Well sorry that I chose not to be a manwhore like you and Butch," Boomer said, folding his arms. "I actually respect myself."
"Hey, I am not a manwhore!" I said, defending myself. "I-"
I was cut off by a loud, high-pitched scream. I turned around and noticed two girls, one blonde and one brunette, staring at my brother and I intensely. Well, mainly just me.
"Oh. My. Gosh." one of the blondes said, her blue eyes widening, "IT'S BRICK JOJO!"
Boomer frowned. "No one ever notices me…"
The two blondes ran toward me, each looking as though they were having trouble breathing. Was I that irresistible? No, wait, I already knew the answer to that.
"Can we, like, have your autograph?" the brunette asked me, as she ran her fingers down my muscular arm. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Ladies," I said, smirking, "Anything for my fans. Do you have a pen?"
The blonde took out a pen from her pocket and handed it to me.
"And paper..?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, you can just sign it on my arm!" The blonde said as she extended her right arm to me.
"Mine too!" The brunette said, also holding out her right arm.
"Whatever floats your boat," I muttered as I signed both of their arms.
"Thanks so much!" The two said simultaneously as they started walking away.
"Man, Jess, I'm never washing this arm again!" I heard the brunette say as the two of them were walking away.
"Jeez, when are girls not all over you?" Boomer asked, exasperated.
I shrugged, but then I jokingly said, "I can't help it if I'm eye candy."
(Blossom's POV)
After Bailey had begged me to stay with her for awhile, she finally had gotten used to being around so many kids and actually started to play with some of them. I figured she'd be okay by herself so I went to go meet my client who was looking to buy a small two bedroom house. We actually made some progress today, so I was in a pretty good mood.
It was now 3 PM - time to go pick up Bailey! I can't wait to hear how the rest of her first day went. I parked my car in the school parking lot and went to the side of the school building where Bailey and a few other kids from her class were waiting outside to get picked up. Ms. Keane was watching them.
Bailey instantly recognized me from a distance as I walked over to her. She stood there, beaming, until I finally approached her.
"Was she good after I left?" I asked Ms. Keane.
Ms. Keane grinned at me and said, "Oh, she was wonderful. Bailey was very cooperative and got along very well with her classmates. I can already tell that she'll be a pleasure to have in my class this year!"
"I'm glad to hear that," I said, smiling. I was so glad that Bailey wasn't a handful. Her time at kindergarten would go by smoothly. "Come on, Bailey, it's time to go."
"Bye-bye Ms. Keane!" Bailey said as she waved goodbye to her teacher, who did the same.
Bailey and I finally got to the car after a few minutes. We both buckled our seatbelts and I started driving.
"Oh boy! Mommy I had the best day ever! After you left I met a girl named Sasha. She had long hair like me except hers was black. Oh and she had tan skin! We drew pictures together and we sat together at lunch. Oh and we played hopskotch together during recess! It was so much fun, mommy!" Bailey said in excitement.
I couldn't help but smile at the fact that my daughter had such a good time at school.
"Well, since you were so good today, how about we go out for some ice cream? My treat," I offered.
"Yay! Ice cream!" Bailey said excitedly. She was grinning, because I was able to see her through my rearview mirror.
…
After we had gotten some ice cream (Pistachio for me and chocolate for Bailey), I decided to stop at the grocery store to buy some ingredients for dinner tonight. After that, we had gotten home at about 4:15.
"Mommy! Look at me! I can do a cartwheel!" Bailey said as she attempted to do a cartwheel in our driveway. The ice cream and the excitement from her first day of kindergarten must have made her hyperactive.
"Bailey, watch-" Before I could finish what I was going to say, Bailey was sprawled out on the concrete ground, the bottom of her pink and white dress ripped at the bottom. Her knee was also scraped, the blood gushing out rapidly.
"Out," I sighed, dropping my grocery bags and rushing over to Bailey's side. "Are you okay?"
"No," Bailey whimpered, her lip trembling as tears ran down her face.
I scooped Bailey up in my arms and took her inside the house. I laid my precious four year old on the black leather couch and examined her knee for a second. Yikes, it was scraped really bad.
I went to the bathroom and got a couple of band-aids, a cotton swab, Vaseline, and some rubbing alcohol to help Bailey's knee.
"Okay, Bailey, this is going to hurt-"
"No!" Bailey yelled suddenly as the tears were escaping her eyes even faster, "That stuff burns!"
I sighed as I poured a little bit of the rubbing alcohol on the cotton swab anyway. "Of course it burns Bailey, that means it's working."
"Fine, just do it fast. Okay mommy?"
"Okay," I said as I pressed the cotton swab onto her scraped knee. She winced in pain.
"Ouchie!" She cried out, still wincing in pain. She grabbed the nearest pillow and squeezed it hard, trying to make the pain lessen.
"All done," I said as I rubbed some Vaseline on her wound, and then covered it with a band-aid.
"Thanks Mommy," Bailey said, cracking a smile.
"No problem. Just don't do that again, okay? Now go watch some television until dinner's already." I said, a hint of irritation in my voice. I then went to the bathroom to wash my hands.
"Oh shoot," I mumbled as I grabbed the green washrag to dry my hands, "I left the groceries outside."
I put the washrag down on the counter and began to make my way outside until I was met by my youngest sister, Bubbles.
"You left these outside," Bubbles said, smiling.
"Thanks," I said, also smiling, as I grabbed a few of the grocery bags from her.
"Auntie Bubbles!" Bailey said, grinning.
"Hey, love," Bubbles said as she placed the grocery bags in the kitchen.
"So what are you doing back so early? It's only a little after 4:30, and you usually come home after 9," I said as I started unpacking some of the stuff.
Bubbles raised an eyebrow. "What? It's Thursday, I always get off work at 4:15."
"Oh, right," I said, blushing.
"You're losing it, Bloss."
"Shut up and help me make dinner."
Bubbles gave me a warm smile. "Of course. What are we making?"
"Baked Ziti," I said as I filled a black pot with hot water and put it on the stove to boil.
"Yummy!" Bubbles rubbed her flat belly and made an 'mmm' sound.
(Brick's POV)
After a long day at the gym, Boomer and I finally decided to head home. But when we had gotten home, I wasn't ready for what was in store for me.
"Brick Michael Jojo," My fiancée Berserk said, scowling. Her arms were folded. She looked upset.
"Awkward…" Boomer said, smirking. He went into his room, his laughter could be heard from miles away.
Asshole.
"Who let you in?" I asked. Who would let her in while I'm not home?
"Philippe did. But that's irrelevant. What's relevant right now is, why did you ignore my call earlier this morning?" She spat, her magenta eyes filling up with anger.
I shrugged. "Had stuff to do."
"Yeah, like going to the gym with your brother instead of paying attention to me!"
"Damn it, Berserk, it's not always going to be about you!"
Why am I getting married to this chick anyway? Oh, right, because she reminded me of her. Blossom. Well, shit, Berserk is a handful. I'm not really sure if she's worth it anymore.
Berserk looked taken aback, her magenta eyes widening. "It should be about me.. I'm your fiancée. The one you're about to spend the rest of your life with…"
I laughed a cold laugh. "Heh. I'm not really sure if I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Not anymore, that is."
Berserk put her hand on her lips and let out a small 'gasp'. She wasn't gasping because she wanted to be with me, she was gasping because of the money, glitz and glamour she'd lose if we broke it off.
Berserk took a deep breath and began to walk out the door, but not before looking at me and saying, "Goodbye Brick." And with that, she was out of my house.
Was this the end of us? I'm not sure. But in all honesty, I couldn't care less.
Later - 2 AM.
(Blossom's POV)
"Oh, Brick, I love you too…" I murmured in my sleep. I was having an amazing dream.
My dream was cut short by the abrupt sound of the front door being open. Or at least, trying to be opened.
"Shit," I muttered to myself as I got out of bed and looked to see who was at the door. It was Buttercup. What was she doing back so late? It was 2 AM in the morning.
I opened the door and said, "Buttercup, what are you doing back so late? It's 2 AM and your shift ends at 8."
"I was out."
"Where?"
"It doesn't matter, okay? Just get off my back, Bloss. You aren't my Mom."
"Well considering we never had a Mom in our life, it's my job to act like one."
"Oh my God, Bloss, you've got to be kidding me!"
"I'm not kidding."
"Fine, do you want to know where I was?" Buttercup sighed, giving in, "I was out on a date."
I grinned. "A date? How come you didn't tell me? And with who?"
"Slow down with the questions, Bloss," Buttercup said. "And it just sort of came up. Also, no one in particular."
"No one in particular?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow. "That seems sort of suspicious."
"Well, it's not," Buttercup said as she tried to walk around me, but I blocked her.
"Damn it, Blossom, I'm tired!" Buttercup said, aggravated.
"Tell me who you were out with," I said as I folded my arms, my pink eyes giving Buttercup an intensifying glare.
"Fine," Buttercup said as she folded her arms in defeat, "I was out with Butch Jojo."
"Butch Jojo?" I asked, my eyes widening. "How did that happen?"
"Well, you see, what had happened was…" Buttercup started.
…
Flashback - This Morning. (Buttercup's POV)
"So, here's our stop," Butch said, smirking.
"Thanks for everything, Butch," I said, giving him a warm smile. I unbuckled my seat belt and reached out to open the door, but Butch pulled me back.
"What gives?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I did you a favor," Butch began, "But now you have to do me a favor."
I scoffed. "I'm not going to sleep with you, Butch."
"Who said anything about that?" He replied, offended. "I mean, as much as I'd like to… that's not what I'm going to ask you for."
"Okay, fine, what do you want?" I asked, irritated.
"You doing anything tonight?"
"Yes, I have plans."
"Well, break 'em. Butchie needs a date."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Hey, I drove you to work when your tires got flat. Not to mention I called for your car to get towed, and I'm paying to replace your tires!"
"You're paying to replace my tires?" I asked as my green eyes widened.
"Yes. Is that an issue?" Butch raised an eyebrow.
"No," I started, "T-thank you, Butch. That means a lot to me."
"No big deal. So, about that date…"
"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. "I'll go on a date with you."
"Sweet," Butch said, grinning. "What time do you get off of work?"
"At 8 PM."
"Pick you up from work then," Butch said, smirking. "Oh, and one more thing."
"What?"
"Don't tell your sister about this," Butch said. "Her and Brick were pretty serious. If she finds out you're going on a date with his brother, it might upset her."
"Fine. I won't."
"Then it's settled," Butch said, smirking, "See you then, Buttercup."
I got out of Butch's car and walked into the hair salon.
…What did I get myself into?
End Flashback.
(Blossom's POV)
"It's not like I could say no," Buttercup started, "He did help me out."
"But Butch of all people? That's my baby daddy's brother, Buttercup. How could you?" I said, sighing.
"It's no big deal, Blossom. Jeez." Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"Well, just don't go out with him again."
"Actually…" Buttercup began, "He kind of asked me out again for Saturday night."
"And you said yes?"
"Come on, Blossom. I had a really great time tonight. From dinner to the late night movie… it was the first time in awhile that I actually felt good," Buttercup said, beaming.
"You can't do this to me," I said, folding my arms. "You have to cancel."
"No," Buttercup said, "I can't do that."
"I can't believe you, Buttercup," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
"I can't believe you! Maybe if you told Brick about his damn child, maybe you two would still be together and maybe everyone else would be happy! It's always about you, Blossom, and I'm sick of it," Buttercup said, her green eyes filling with anger.
"That's not true." I defended myself.
"Yes it is, Blossom. Now I love you to death, but you're being extremely selfish," Buttercup said, sighing. "It's late. I'm going to bed."
Buttercup walked into her room and slammed the door. She left me there, the tears from my eyes running down my cheeks.
Awww, poor Blossom :'(.
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