I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. With a brand new chapter!
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(No POV)
Several minutes had gone by, and the two redheads were still engaged in a passionate make-out session. The petite redhead's long, milky legs made their way around her counterpart's waist; the masculine redhead's strong hands made their way to her hips, holding them firmly.
Blossom traced the edge of Brick's red baseball cap with her fingers, flinging it off his head and it landed to the floor. Brick didn't seem to mind. She then removed the black hair-tie that was currently holding his fiery red hair in a ponytail, allowing his hair to be free. Blossom ran a hand through Brick's hair. Again, Brick didn't seem to mind.
The two redheads were too busy playing tongue war to notice anything else.
Blossom pulled back for a quick moment to catch her breath. Brick decided to seize the opportunity and took a breather, too, since these two had been going at it for quite a while and seldom breathed in between their lustful lip-lock.
After a short intermission, the two locked eyes for a quick moment. Brick gave Blossom a salacious smirk.
"Now that we've both caught our breath," Brick said, his eyebrows wiggling in excitement, "Let's pick up where we left off."
The crimson-eyed redhead leaned in, but Blossom turned her head away quickly, rejecting him. She hopped off of Brick and straightened up her rose-colored, silk button-up blouse.
Brick frowned. "What are you doing? Things were just getting great."
The auburn-haired beauty shut her rose-colored orbs and let out a deep sigh. "You should go, Brick."
Brick's eyes widened. He stood there, staring at her, his mouth agape. Was she toying with him? She was just kissing him, and now she wanted him to leave? Was she just using him for a quick dose of pleasure? To relieve some unwanted stress?
No, Brick thought to himself. She wasn't going to get rid of him that easily. He wasn't someone to be messed with.
Brick shook his head in disbelief. "Really, Blossom? So you sit here, kiss me for several minutes, and now you want me to leave? What's up with this?"
"I'm not playing around, Brick," Blossom said. "This was great and all and I wanted to thank you for making me feel like I was in college again for a moment there. But this… this ends here."
"Why? Why does it have to end here?" Brick questioned her, raising his voice a little, causing Blossom's eyes to widen. "I love you, Blossom. I've never stopped loving you. All of those whores I dated subsequently after we ended things, they never compared to you. They never compared to the love we shared. I know I sound like a pansy for saying this, but I am madly in love with you. Always have… always will."
Blossom's coral orbs glistened as a few tears rapidly escaped her eyes, and she wiped them away as quickly as they fell out. Brick's words confirmed that Blossom's undying love for him wasn't unrequited. After hearing those lovely words, it would be expected for one to simply sink into their lover's arms, but that was simply something Blossom could not do. She was conflicted. She loved this man for several years and the love she had for him never ceased, but Blossom was no home-wrecker. He was currently in a high-profiled relationship with Berserk Kennedy, and Blossom could not bear to see the two break-up on her behalf.
As much as Blossom loved Brick and vice versa, she had to do what was right.
The curvaceous redhead took a deep breath as she looked Brick in the eyes.
"I love you too," She finally admitted, breathing a sigh of relief.
"I knew that you did," Brick replied confidently, placing his strong hands around her hips once again.
"But you have a fiancée," Blossom said as she pushed his hands off of her hips, as much as she enjoyed them being there. "Or did you forget all about her? Berserk Kennedy – does that ring a bell?"
Brick raised an eyebrow. "What?" He paused, and he then roared with laughter. Blossom didn't see how any of this was of a laughing manner.
Blossom was taken aback. How could he find this funny? He was trying to play both of them at the same time. That wasn't funny, it was both ludicrous and atrocious.
"I don't see how this is funny," Blossom shook her head incredulously. "Did you think you could get away with this?"
Brick just laughed even more.
Blossom placed her dainty hands on her hips; she was quickly growing impatient. "Would you stop? I'm being serious here. And plus, Bailey is fast asleep. I don't need your unnecessary laughter waking her up."
Brick calmed down, and took a deep breath before speaking. "I'm sorry, Blossom. It's just funny that you'd think that. Berserk and I aren't even together anymore; do you even read magazines? Watch E! News? Everyone's been talking about it for the last couple of days. Berserk blabbed to Townsville Magazine about the break-up. She said I broke her heart, blah, blah, blah, yap, yap, yap. Quite the opposite, really."
Blossom was both relieved and upset at the same time. Relieved at the fact that she wasn't barging into someone else's relationship, but also upset because all this time, she was fussing for absolutely nothing.
"…Oh," Was all Blossom could say.
"Yeah, oh," Brick scoffed. "You know, I'm quite amused and offended at the same time that you would think that lowly of me. Even if I have been with a myriad of girls, that doesn't mean I've cheated on any of them."
Blossom giggled at Brick's use of the word myriad, considering she taught him that word back in college. It was a word one should learn in perhaps middle school, but she assumed that Brick must have skipped his English classes back then.
"Myriad," Blossom said, giggling, "I can't believe you used that word."
"Yeah, well, you taught it to me," Brick shrugged carelessly, "Might as well use my extensive vocabulary."
"Your vocabulary is only extensive because I taught you those words," Blossom corrected him, giving him a huge grin. Brick scoffed.
"Jeez, give me a little credit, Blossom," Brick snorted, "It takes great intelligence learning those words."
Blossom giggled once more, before becoming serious. "I'm sorry, Brick, for thinking you were that kind of guy. I know that you aren't, but you know, people change sometimes. I'm just glad to know that you haven't."
Brick gave her a small smile. "I'm sorry too," he started, "Sorry that we wasted all this time bitching and moaning instead of making out."
Blossom rolled her eyes playfully. "Come here, you." She pulled him by the collar and planted a sweet, gentle kiss on his lips.
Blossom and Brick were both on cloud nine, and nothing could possibly stop them.
Nothing.
(Buttercup's POV)
"Look, Talking Dog," I said exasperatedly to the white and black-colored pooch with a red collar around his neck, "I washed your freakin' fur for you, I blow-dried it, I combed it, and I even brushed it! We aren't even a dog wash; we're a hair salon! Now give me the money and leave. I'm trying to go home, and you're wasting my time."
The Talking Dog scoffed. "Yeah, well you didn't do a good job. I ain't paying for this!"
I glared at the stupid mutt with my emerald-colored irises, ready to slap the fur off of him. "I swear, if you don't pay for this, I'm taking you to the pound!" I wasn't playing, either. I will seriously take that stupid dog to the pound.
"Eeep!" The Talking Dog yelped, shaking uncontrollably. "Please, anything but the pound! I've been there once and I refuse to go back!"
I stretched my right arm out, opening up my palm. "Then pay up."
The Talking Dog pulled out a twenty dollar bill from under his left ear and placed it in my hand.
"Thank you," I said a little too sweetly, giving him a fake smile.
The Talking Dog rolled his eyes in response, scurrying out of the salon. Finally, I could leave.
"Well, Flora, that's the last of them," I said, grabbing my jade-colored Louis Vuitton purse that Butch gave to me on our last date and put it on my left shoulder. Butch has been really sweet to me as of late. Who would have thought?
"Alright Buttercup," She replied coolly. "See you tomorrow!"
"See you!" I waved, opening the door to exit the salon. I was headed over to my car when my arm was yanked by a mysterious person and pulled into an alley.
"Ow, what the fuck?" I said, balling both of my hands into fists. "Listen, buddy, I know karate, jiu-jitsu, and even a bit of capoeira. If you know what's good for you, back off," I said to the unknown person who pulled me into the alley. Man, were they going to taste my damn fists.
"Relax, toots," The person said to me, their New Yorker accent incredibly thick. "I ain't gonna hurt ya."
I froze. I know that voice.
Ace.
"You've got to me kidding me," I placed my hands on my hips, furrowing my thick eyebrows. "What the fuck is your problem, Ace? What do you want?"
"What does it look like? You, of course." Ace said simply. Even though it was dark, I could see him smirking.
"Yeah, well you can't have me," I replied coldly. "We're done, Ace. We've been done for ages now. Move the hell on, dude. I have."
"Oh yeah? You have?" Ace asked mockingly. As he took a few steps closer to me, I took a few steps back. "So you can honestly say you don't think about me? Not even a little bit?" What was this, an interrogation?
"No."
"Liar."
"I'm not lying, you asshole," I gritted through my teeth. "I'm with someone else now. And he's man enough for me – more so than you ever were. That's your problem, Ace. You were too much of a pansy for me. I needed a real man, and that you weren't; you were quite the opposite, actually," I replied, the confidence in my voice evident.
Ace growled. I could tell he was pissed at me, but I didn't care. Maybe now he would leave me alone.
"So if you'd excuse me, I'm going to go home now. And while you're at it, please kill yourself. It'd do everyone present on this Earth some good." With confidence, I turned on my heel and began to walk away from the horrible excuse of a man that I used to call my boyfriend.
"Oh, really?" He called after me, his voice dripping with rage. Instead of stopping, I walked even faster to my car. He sounded furious, and I was not in the mood for his bullshit.
Although he saw me walking away from him, Ace continued to speak. "Your so called man, Butch, is – or was – working for me. Yeah, I said it, bitch. He don't care about you. All he was doin' was playin' you out for some greens. Guess now you know how it feels to be hurt, huh?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. Was what Ace saying to me indeed true? It couldn't be; Ace was full of shit. He always was and always will be.
But there was something in the back of my mind that thought maybe he was telling the truth. Why was Butch randomly there that day when my tires went flat? Why did he randomly ask me out on a date when we hadn't seen each other in years? Was it all some stupid prank?
But Butch couldn't have been playing me… no way. I don't believe Ace, at all. If he thinks that lie was going to make me get back with him, then he's dumber than Sarah Palin.
"That's a crock of bullshit, and you know it, Ace," I spat angrily. "Get over yourself."
Ace chortled. "Whatever ya say, babe. But Ace D. Copular don't lie. And what I'm sayin' is the truth, the whole truth, and nothin' but the truth."
"Goodbye, Ace," I yelled, finally reaching my car. I quickly got in and sped off to my house.
Was Ace telling the truth? Probably not, but I still can't help but wonder if what he was saying was true.
In order to find out the truth behind this, I had to talk to Butch. That would confirm everything.
(Bubbles' POV)
I rolled up in my driveway in my baby blue Toshiba and parked the car once I was able to get it straight enough. I still had trouble parking, even in my own driveway.
I was still incredibly angry over what Boomer told me. I've had a couple of boyfriends here and there, and all of them turned out to be douchebags. Even though Boomer and I weren't exactly official yet, I had assumed that he would be the one for me. He had countless qualities about him that I deemed boyfriend material – he was kind, gentle, caring, and the like. Boomer and I were obviously going way too fast. I was incredibly stupid thinking that we were great for each other. I think it'd be best if we just went our separate ways… sigh.
To find out that he did something like that just made me terribly upset. I don't get why a poor little girl would lie about someone doing that to her? Obviously Boomer was lying… or was he telling the truth? He just told me that to confide in me… because he had trusted me that I wouldn't judge him. Was he being truthful when he said he never did a thing like that?
Ugh, now I'm confused.
I need someone to talk to… someone who could give me advice.
Blossom!
Blossom was wise beyond her years, and I knew for sure that she would help me with my current dilemma. The problem, though, was that Blossom didn't know that I was currently seeing Brick's baby brother, Boomer. It would crush her if not only one, but two of her sisters were seeing her baby's father's brothers! Well, used to, on my part. I would have to cover it up in order for no one's feelings to get hurt…
Before exiting my car, I took out my mirror from my light-blue bag and looked at myself in the mirror. My mascara had been running due to the fact that I was crying earlier, so I took out my handkerchief and wiped my face. I didn't want Blossom to realize I had been crying before.
I exited my car and shut the door behind me. As I made my way up the steps to my front door, my phone went off for the tenth time since I had left Boomer's house.
So get out, get out, get out of my head!
And fall into my arms instead.
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is…
But I need that one thing!
And you've got that one thing!
My face turned a light pink as I heard my ring-tone. Is it strange that I'm twenty five years old and I'm obsessed with a teenage boy band? I seriously have a One Direction – Infection! Teehee.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. I looked at the caller ID of my iPhone and, surprise, surprise – it was Boomer. Didn't he get that I wasn't trying to talk to him at the moment? I sent the call straight to voicemail and decided to silence my phone for the remainder of the night.
"Blossom?" I called as I entered the home that my sisters and I shared. No answer.
"Blossom?" I called again, looking in the living room and dining room simultaneously. I looked into the kitchen too thinking she was there, but she wasn't.
I checked in Bailey's room next. Sometimes Blossom falls asleep in there when she's reading her a bedtime story. But Blossom wasn't there either; just an adorable four year old who was sound asleep. I smiled softly at Bailey's innocent expression whilst sleeping.
I closed the door quietly since I didn't want her to wake up. I checked everywhere, so that meant Blossom was in her room.
"Blossom…?" I called for the third time since I had entered the house, opening her bedroom door. I closed it behind me once I got inside…
My jaw dropped to the floor as my baby blue eyes widened in astonishment at the same time. I could not believe what I was seeing.
...
(Blossom's POV)
"Bubbles?" I exclaimed as I jumped off of Brick and landed on the floor. I quickly grabbed my rose-colored blouse from my bed and put it on, struggling to button up the shirt. When I looked down, I realized that I missed a button hole while I was buttoning up my shirt, and now my blouse looks like Bailey buttoned it for me. Considering I was such a neat-freak, I would have tried to re-button it then and there, but I didn't have time to deal with trivial matters at the moment.
But holy crap, my sister just walked in on me and Brick almost having sex… this is beyond awkward.
"What's going on here?" Bubbles demanded, staring at the two of us.
What was I supposed to say? Sorry sis, the guy that I told you that I didn't want to have contact with anymore randomly met up with me at the grocery store and was invited to dinner by my daughter, and in the midst of bickering with each other we ended up making out and somehow ended up in my bedroom.
Yup, sounds perfectly understandable!
Brick gave Bubbles a dumbfounded look, as if he had no idea what she was talking about. I rolled my eyes in response to his ignorance.
"Look, Bubbles, I can surely explain." I tried pleading with her.
"You better explain," Bubbles said coldly. "We need to talk, Blossom."
I lied. I couldn't explain this, really.
...
(Brick's POV)
That awkward moment when you're in the middle of pure ecstasy with your hot ex-girlfriend/mother-of-your-kid-who-you-had-no-idea-existed, and her sister walks in on you.
…Oops.
"Look, we just decided to catch up," I interjected, trying to save Blossom's ass, considering she looked as pale as a ghost. "It's no big deal."
"This… is catching up?" The blonde asked with a confused look painted on her face.
Yeah, that didn't work out too well. I never claimed I was a genius or anything.
"Brick, just shut up," Blossom said exasperatedly. "You should just leave." She pointed towards the door. Well gee, she's nice. If Blossom is this moody now, then I can only imagine how she was when she was carrying Bailey. And if she was even worse while she was pregnant, then I'm glad I missed out on her pregnancy. Okay, I didn't mean it like that, but you catch my drift.
"Fine," I scoffed, grabbing my shirt from off the ground. Instead of putting it on, I simply placed the piece of cloth on my shoulder. It isn't like I wear shirts that often, anyway. It also appears as though the entire female populace enjoys my shirt being off, too.
I took a quick glance at Blossom before I left. "Just so you know, Bloss, your blouse is a little messed up."
She groaned, her coral irises rolling all the way up towards the ceiling. "Really, Brick? I'm pretty sure that I'm aware."
"Well jeez, Blossom, pardon me for trying to be a Good Samaritan."
She shook her head in response, trying hard not to laugh at my previous statement. Well, I can't help it if I'm funny.
"Well, if you'll excuse us…" Bubbles said, "We have something to discuss." She motioned me to exit the room with her hand.
"Fine, fine," I replied, gathering the rest of my belongings. "One more thing though."
Before exiting the room, I walked over to Blossom and gave her one last kiss on her plump, sweet lips. I could tell she was shocked at first, but eventually she gave in and returned the kiss too. Through my peripheral vision, I could see her sister's mouth become agape in response to our actions. Well, I didn't care. She decided to ruin Blossom and I's joyous reunion by barging in, and that made me pissed. Do you know how long it's been since I've been able to roam my hands all over Blossom's gorgeous body? Way too damn long.
After about a minute or so, I pulled apart, catching a couple of breaths. Blossom stared at me with those gorgeous rose-colored eyes of hers, saying nothing. I stroked her cheek, the warmth of her skin sending a delightful shiver down my spine.
"See you, Blossom," I whispered in her ear while inhaling her vanilla scent. "I know I said this before, but I'll say it again. I love you."
"I love you too," She whispered softly in reply. For a moment there, I forgot that her sister, Bubbles, was standing there watching our every move. Oh well.
I made my way out of the room and closed the door behind me, leaving the two sisters to 'talk'. I guess her sister doesn't approve of me. I had never met her before, but she obviously knew me because she had found out that I was the father of Bailey via Blossom.
"You're leaving already?" A high-pitched, disappointed voice said from below me. It was Blossom's daughter – correction, our daughter, Bailey. Wow, it felt amazing saying that.
I kneeled down so that Bailey and I were roughly about the same height. "Yeah, kiddo. I gotta go home."
"But you didn't stay for long… when I saw you and mommy together I thought you were gonna stay here forever."
I chuckled lightly. "I wish I could, Bailey. But I don't live here." I paused. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be asleep? How long have you been up?"
"Five minutes," She admitted. "I was trying to listen to what you guys were saying in the room, but I couldn't understand those grown-up words!"
I took a sigh of relief. Thank God, I thought.
"Yeah, good thing you couldn't understand," I laughed once more. "But really, Bailey, I've got to get going."
"But I don't want you to leave," She confessed, putting her arms around my neck, embracing me. She buried her head into the side of my neck. "I love you, daddy, I don't want you to go."
Although she called me daddy prior to this, it felt different this time around. I was actually her biological father, and she had no clue. How was I supposed to tell her that I was in fact her real father? She would hate me for not being there for her. But it's not like I had any control of me being around or not… I hadn't known I had fathered a child. But she wouldn't see it that way, and I couldn't fathom her hating me. Even though I had only known her for less than a week, I loved her with all my heart, because she was mine. And I would love her for all eternity… as cheesy as that sounds. But, it's true, and I mean it.
Bailey was mine. She was my daughter. And I was going to make sure that from this point forward, I was going to be there for her. No matter what.
"I... I love you too, daughter. That will never change."
FFGKDSKLLLSLDFJDJFKDL. Yo, I swear I was grinning at the end when I wrote that. That was just too adorable.
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