You know, every time I think I should just give this story up, I look at all the reviews that urge me with mad passion running like wild horses through their veins, their pitiful tearful faces with hands clawing at my dresses, write, they say, write for me! For the world! And they wither like water depraved roots, while kissing my artistic feet in a dashing attempt at a new chapter-okay now I'm just over doing it.
Oh, the stars have gotten smacked out of my eyes, but seriously guys, I do look back and see the update and compliments and it's my fuel, so...keep bossing me XD
I...L-l-l-l-l-MIGHT be OKAY with you guys, aw, c'mere, let me give ya'll awkward noogies that'll ruin your hair and make you wanna back hand me like a karate master!
Noogie noogie, noogie-I am just in a good mood right now! :V
So, I deprived y'all again and probably lead y'all on with the With You, romantic sounding title, so...I felt guilty for the stupidity, y'all went in with hearts putter patting, ready for some hot, steamy, sweaty se- I mean, cute fluffy romance...so...I over did it and made it where the TRUE relationships between the PPG's and RRB's, and Bizarre and ? Grow. So the rest of this story will be filled with some kind of romance, somewhere, as soon as I'm done with this one chapter.
On to the cheese! And I don't own any of the cereal brands mentioned.
Chapter 12: Gnats of the Different Kind
"Huzzah!"
Bubbles yanked the cover off, and placed hands on her hips. Until her sisters didn't get up.
"Okay, girls, replay time. Huzzah!" Bubbles once again ceremonies, throwing her hands momentarily in the air.
Nothing.
"Get off the bed and get a job you lazy bums!"
Suddenly Buttercup stirred and sat up, rubbing sand from the Sandman out from her eyes,"We're have I heard that before...?"She mumbled to no one in particular.
In a flashback, Buttercup was passed out on the couch, and Blossom was trying to move her corpse out of the way,"Get off the couch and give me the remote you lazy bum!"
Then it flashed to another one, when she had once again passed out on the kitchen table, after a night sneaking out to party with Ace, Bizarre comes in and tries to shove her off,"Get off the kitchen table and give back my crushed bacon you bum!"
Then she was leaning over the Professor's lab cabinets, getting wasted and trying to find Bizarre for something she forgot, and got sick and passed out once again. The Professor comes in and throws his arms in the air, then tried to rescue the shattered beakers,"Get off my beloved beakers and give me back my experiments you lazy bum!" (It was a bad day for him).
Back to reality Buttercup only shrugged,"Must have heard it on the TV." Then she groaned agonizingly, a hammer suddenly striking her head theoretically, oh she should have thought through the next day on the whole 'get wasted 'cause you drinkin' with an enemy' thing.
Odd curls stuck out like Medusa's snakes, as if snapping and slithering in on themselves, Buttercup knew it was going to be one hell of a battle to comb them out, so she didn't bother even thinking about it. Next to wake up was Blossom who only yawned and the cover slid off as she sat up.
"God, I thought I looked terrible, you could pull off being Fuzzy Lumpkins's sister with that hair." Buttercup snorted, eyelids almost cracking when she blinked at the dried morning, and Blossom only smacked her lips. Which sounded like thunder cracking to Buttercup.
"I feel as if I've been run over a train, hit by a baseball bat an infinite amount of times, and then had to listen to Mojo Jojo's rants for a whole minute."
"Look it, too."
Blossom's blushing eyes narrowed, and Buttercup nonchalantly rolled it off her shoulders. "It's morning."
"Good excuse."
Bubbles, who had been watching uninterruptedly, or waiting for a fight hopefully not break out, spoke,"Well, girls, I woke up under the kitchen table. So I figured that meant I was hungry! Come on, get up and Adam, were going to the Fiorentina restaurant, in this hotel, to eat some breakfast! Get up, come on!"
"How are you even human?" Buttercup said, hissing afterward and falling back into bed, Bizarre snoring soundly, bounced up perfectly when Buttercup slammed down them fell back into place. Blossom nodded in full agreement, then layed back down, more softly. Bubbles looked down pitifully, then went into the kitchen, past the stone cement hall and herb bathroom, and waited a minute.
"Change of plans guys! I made breakfast, with bacon! Com-"
"Bring it!" Bizarre was instantly sitting in the diner table chair, vibrating up and down in hyper awakening, with a fork in hand and a knife in other. The chair was hardly keeping up with her, scraping with each pulse.
But when she saw no water being held, she stabbed the fork and knife into the table and started to trudge back to bed, turning to hiss to Bubbles with cursing eyes with bags underneath them, "Traitor~"
"Bizarre."
"Curse~Curse~Curse~" Bizarre waved her hands up and down, as if bestowing the ancient treachery, but Bubbles only looked impatient.
"Bacon will be at the restaurant we're going to."
Magic screen blackness, then the four girls are sitting at a Italian themed cafe', with wooden square tables and refined mahogany chairs. Bubbles looking self-satisfactory, while Blossom was sleeping on the table, and Buttercup was looking around trying to blink away the bleariness of waking with a half-hangover.
Bizarre only eyed Bubbles, as if it would crack through her and she'd fess up the unearthly delicious fried crispy thicken. Hardly anyone was present, and were only sipping coffee or eating bagels. The early morning served to shade everything in a light blue, a sunny Tokyo day, as the sun itself revolved around the Earth to journey back. The walls were burnt sienna with a section of yellow stripes with crafted framed pictures down each strip, tall frosted windows lined the edges, and regular windows where between, the girls where near the middle, enjoying the bathe of early light. Or at least Bubble's was, Buttercup was gripping the table, the growing hangover finally making the world slightly spin on its top.
The waiter took one look at them.
One looked as though she was stoned or high on some sort of drug, fingers crushing where they gripped.
One looked like a horrible transfusion of a hairy carrot.
One like a ravenous animal, ready to bite the head of anyone who came near.
And the other...looked normal with a smile and slightly tousled hair.
He grabbed a napkin, took the pen out of his shirt pocket, and wrote down;
Will
I give my belongings to my special cat, Mr. Pinkie Winkles, who I forgot to feed.
Any money I have left is to be buried with me,
and tell my girlfriend that I always knew her mole wasn't real.
Mother: I love you. Even if you did forget to feed me, and mistook me for Mr. Pinkie Winkles.
Dad: I'll never get to play that game of Find the Hidden Lollipop with you, like you said we would when I was of legal age.
Dear creepy guy that watches me in my window at night: Yeah, I saw you. That's right.
And any last wishes?
Save the Whales.
The waiter sniffed, clicked his pen and stuck the napkin on a clipboard next to the check-in podium.
"Goodbye cruel world!"."
(A/N:Weird? I know, I've stayed up five nights in a row with maybe around ten hours total of sleep? I love to write and draw, I can't help it. Sigh, okay, weirdness stops here V.V')
"And that was, my sisters, what would have happened if Bubbles had woke us up this morning." Blossom narrated, sipping out of her mug of chocolate milk, earning a chocolate mustache. The mug had a picture of Einstein on it, and Blossom's fingers laced over the handle and held in both hands.
Bubbles sipped from her bunny and kitty covered mug filled with strawberry juice, and even sighed happily,"Wow Blossom, you had a future vision of that? Well, I agree on one thing and one thing only. Bizarre IS bacon crazy.
"What makes you say that?" Bizarre asked, as the rest of the girl think of how Bizarre has about five posters of the same picture: A forlorn pig looking at a strip of bacon saying "Mama...?". So Bizarre only angrily drank out of her mug with pictures of a pumpkin in a pirate costume, and regular low fat milk in it. Buttercup's own mug had adorns of soccer balls, footballs, volleyballs, and tennis balls, and brimmed over with the only actual cup of coffee.
"For the love of- quit speaking so loud." She grimaced, picking her ear with a finger.
Bubbles was wrapped in a light blue, fluffy as cotton candy robe that only unveiled her feet, and sat with her knees pulled to her chest on the lobby couch. Buttercup was leaning on the side, the hand not gripping a mug wrapped under her chest in a uncompleted arm cross. She was walking in boxer shorts and a spaghetti strapped lime green shirt with yellow tie-dye stains on the side. Bizarre was laying on the back spine of the couch, leaning up when she sipped, comfortably in a torn and uneven shaggy black coat with red collars on the sleeves and neck line, if there was one because it hung loose around her shoulder, and unbuttoned jean shorts. Blossom was sitting normally, on the couch opposite of her sisters with a cotton gown her respective color.
"Your visions are getting weirder and weirder." Bubbles whispered, taking another sip, and getting a strawberry colored mustache.
"Tell me about it, I don't even know what triggered it this time. Also, A pointless one at that." Blossom tilted her head, as if contemplating that possible scenarios. Her carrot colored hair spilling off her shoulder and to the couch.
Buttercup's upper lip gained a dark stain of a coffee mustache when she took another drink,"Well, either way, I'm hungover, it's morning-or the translation of hell on earth, and I'm still mentally asleep. So, if you need me, you'll be dead within a inch of reaching the bedroom. Hope you like your lives." Buttercup rubbed her temple, sitting her mug on the glass center table as gently as she could, and moaning all the way back to the bedroom, quietly, she started to creak the door,"Since if I slam this, I'll become the Hulk because of immense anger, I'll just say it and you pretend with me. Slam." She whispered and clicked the door.
"Well don't go Godzilla on us!" Bizarre yelled, taking a sip and coming out with a milk tainted beard.
Blossom shook her head,"What a tantrum."
"She didn't have to be so mean." Bubbles eyes started to do the water works, when a eerie creak was hurt.
"Don't hurt yourselves over doing it." Buttercup's gravely voiced pebbled into the room, the girls giggled as Buttercup gently closed the door again.
"So, girls, what do we do now?" Blossom asked, trying to keep her voice low for Buttercup's parading jackhammers through her skull.
"Well, we could always call the Professor, or look up hangover remedies, or even just play a game! We haven't played games since we were little, girls." Bubbles suggested, looking hopefully at face to face only to have it dashed.
"We're too old Bubbles." Blossom didn't scold, but she could almost be disapproving.
"And what about the pillow fight we had this morning?"
"That was...Bizarre started it!" Blossom pointed childishly, eyes wide.
"Me?! You kept moving the entire night, and fluffing your pillow, then you'd twist and turn so I decided it was time for action!"
"So you thwacked me with your pillow?"
"Well, you thought it was Buttercup, and well...Then Bubbles came in from under the kitchen table, so...I guess it kind of was my fault."
"So the truth flows forth."
"At least you know, twenty five percent of the way."
"Seventy percent."
"Ten percent."
"That's even less!"
"Fine, forty/sixty."
"Fifty one/forty nine."
"Deal!"
"Incompetent."
"Are you calling me stupid?"
"Spell stupid."
"S-t-o-o-p-e-d. Ha!"
"Mhm. Thanks for helping me out."
"You're welcom-Hey what?"
"Spell what."
"W-u-t. Ha twice!"
"Mhm. Anymore questions?"
"...No."
"Thanks for making conviction easier for me."
Bizarre looked at Bubbles for back-up, but Bubbles only giggled," Who called Blossom the 'f' word?"
"I haven't said that in five years!" Bizarre protested.
"The other 'f' word, silly."
"I haven't said that one in even longer!"
"Fat, dang it, fat!"
Blossom's mug was suddenly dug knee deep into Bizarre's cheek, who was power dived off the couch by said power of force from thrown mug.
"What's with the nuclear bombs going off in there?!" Buttercup suddenly yelled. "Aw! Aw fuck it, I yelled didn't I? Aw hell, fuck, fuck, mother fucking son of a bitch, suck my-"
Blossom had covered the iniquity from Bubbles's ears, and Bubbles looked around with innocent carelessness, only hearing muffled yelling coming from Buttercup's room.
"Food words, Buttercup!" Blossom exclaimed.
"Why are you fucking yelling?!" Buttercup screeched back.
"Food words!" Blossom commanded.
"Kiss my apple, you mother french fried, crunch! I have a fried chickening headache, you bagel! Aw ham, alcohol is a cheerio hole, not to mention killing my french toasted brain, god dark chocolate! Finger sandwiched my life, I say, god, waffle my nutter butter-"
Bubbles unplugged Blossom's fingers,"Is Buttercup saying bad words or ordering a meal for twenty?"
"-Toaster strudel! Graham, granola, green bean – bartender! Raisin-"
Bubbles looked at Blossom, who shrugged,"I have no idea what she's even saying now."
"Sausage the Fruit Loops cereal-!"
Bubbles scoffed,"She must have gone loco in the chocolate coco, Lucky Charms forever!"
Blossom looked disgusted,"You both make my powered doughnut sad, long live Golden Grahams!"
"You three must have M&M's confused with Skittles, go Honey Nut Cheerios..." Bizarre weakly cheered, still lying on the ground.
(A/N: Stomach growls, hehe blush. Sigh, no matter what I seem to do...I just can't stop trying to write humor...I'm sorry, maybe I should just take the romance theme off there...)
"Guys, we have only spent one night here and a day and one fourth, what in the world are we doing?" Blossom asked disbelievingly, back exactly to where they started, except with Buttercup a aspirin and a cup of water in hand, with an ice pack on her forehead being held by Bubbles.
"We go to a bar on our first night, just because Bizarre decided it'd be the perfect initiation to independent adulthood... Bubbles you are blushing randomly, and Buttercup you have been acting really off, like you both are hiding secrets. I got mentally scared for the second time in my life yesterday, if you ask how, you will wake up in a dark place. Girls...this isn't a vacation! We haven't even been around our new home or looked at real Tokyo attractions! We have Townsville supporting us the mile long ride, and we're wasting them on beers, fancy rooms (thought, we are not, I repeat, not giving that one up)!"
"We haven't ate anything,but snacks...and beer." Buttercup mumbled, face going on and off of jade, holding down what little contents that were left.
"Girls, I'm not an airhead, I promise. But I don't think this is exactly how most people do this." Bubbles accidently let the ice pack slip and Buttercup shivered at the cold texture on her nose, Bubbles quickly pulled it back up.
"Yeah, aren't we suppose to wear Hawaiian shirts and take pictures of everything? Like even a leaf in the wind just because it's a 'foreign leaf', have sunburns and shades, and a home Minnie van?"
"What cartoons have you been watching?" Blossom asked.
Bizarre just shrugged, then Bubbles coughed.
"Girls...I want to admit something. You know, while maybe I can get it out." Bubbles's knees started rubbing together shyly, and her cheeks colored the color of Blossom's old bow. Everyone gave her undivided attention, and she blushed harder.
"Well. You three remember last night...My...dress was ripped...And I keep blushing."
Everyone leaned in, except Buttercup, who plugged her ear with a finger and griped about emotional girly sisters.
"Well...I was dancing, and I might have taken a few drinks or two..."
"Oh god, someone spiked your drink and tried to molest you!" Blossom outraged, standing up immediately.
"Don't jump to conclusion! No, it wasn't like that! I sort of... ripped it off myself."
"Oh...Hah. Sorry, I guess I should not have assumed that I knew..." Blossom perched back on the cushion of the couch and winded her hair through her fingers.
"Well...Then..."
Bubbles then turned scarlet, eyes widening, then squealed, ice pack in hand flying towards her along with her other hand in unrepressed glee. Buttercup felt a vein throb in her forehead and snatched back the freezing thing, sinking herself into the cushion and turning away, complaining. Bubbles didn't deter though and looked at the floor reminiscently.
"Then..." Blossom urged, unsure why Bubbles would react so strangely.
"I had never danced like that Blossom! It was like the story of Romeo and Juliet blossoming before my eyes!" Blossom could almost see the fire behind the pool, wanting to escape, Blossom only gaped.
"Well? What is it?"
"Spit it out woman!" Bizarre was crawled next to Bubbles on the couch, looking fixated and in awe.
"I found Romeo! I was like some bad ass Juliet, it was...it was...!"
"Uh...Bubbles...? Would you please clarify? I'm not getting any of this." Blossom's statement was shown by her raised eyebrow and lowered eyelid of the other.
Bubbles sighed,"Okay. I was dancing, and some guy kept...grabbing me,"
Bizarre and Blossom seemed to be looking in a far away land, murderous intent, and thinking of how someone could taint their poor innocent Bubbles.
"Then! It was like the part where the Prince saves the Princess,"
Bizarre laughed, but was cut short by Bubbles's glower, looking more frightening than Bizarre remembered. She hid behind her hands and thought,
If I don't see her, she won't see me.
Blossom pinched the bridge of her nose,"You are a walking self-conviction, Bizarre."
"Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted! I was saying, he grabbed the hand of the guy touching me, you know, and I thought it was him at first. I...called him hot like a hot dog..."
Bizarre busted out laughing behind her hands, and Bubbles only glared straight ahead of her.
"Let me, finish my fairy tail!" Bubbles yelled, and Buttercup growled maddeningly,"Oh shut it Grouchy Pants, no one asked you! Just let me finish my story!"
Buttercup stopped, Bizarre stopped, and Blossom was looking around at Bubbles's outburst.
"Anyway! He didn't think I was stupid, or at least didn't say it out loud, and he took my hand, and asked me to dance, then, it was like everything just came to me, like I was following something I knew forever..." Bubbles hugged herself and started to sway,"He held me, and I wasn't even aware of anyone around me, then he has those muscular hands, and he was so much taller, like overpowe-girls?"
Blossom was reading a book, Bizarre had halfway walked into the kitchen, and Buttercup was slouching floating away to the bedroom.
"I am not finished! You will listen to the end of my story!" She grabbed each one of them by the hem of shirts and forced them to be seated.
"Now... you will all listen…. to my love story... of me and Romeo!"
Three sets of wide, baffled eyes.
"Wow Bubbles. You haven't snapped like that since that time you wanted a higher level on the battle simulation back at home..." Buttercup said, still massaging her temples. Bizarre looked uncomfortable, not knowing what they were talking about.
"Because you are my sisters, and I want you to be there for anything and anything. Even my uncomfortable mushy gushy, cuddly wuddly stories that are awkward for everyone."
Buttercup was looking down, but she was smiling faintly. Blossom saw and felt sisterly bond swell, Bizarre, though feeling left in the dark, grinned anyway, unsure if it was the right thing to do at the moment.
"Now, the ending is quite funny actually. I tripped, and we fell, and...then I saw everyone staring, then Blossom asked me to go to that party. I had to tell him goodbye, and you know what he said?"
"Probably the most cheesy line ever, that would only work on you." Buttercup finished, still half smiling at her blonde sister.
"Well...Now I'm not going to tell you!" She stuck out her tongue, and crossed her arms. Oh, but she wasn't going to forget anytime soon. Buttercup pulled out the aspirin bottle, and popped in two more, then sighed heavily.
"Alright, since we're giving out confessions. I have one, but girls, please. For the love of all thing hungover and pounding, do. Not. Freak. Out. Please."
Blossom put a comforting hand over her shoulder, and Bizarre slightly petted her hair, until Buttercup smacked her away.
Crack.
"You know I don't like that."
Bizarre laughed, and brought her knees up to her chin,"Sorry. Forgot. My bad."
Buttercup breathed out her nostrils, then roughly grabbed one of Bizarre's tan arms wrapped around her leg, and placed Bizarre's hand on the shoulder without Blossom's hand. "That'll do, okay."
Bizarre didn't react for a minute, then nodded obtusely, but didn't remove the hand. Buttercup let the aspirin bottle fall into her lap a few white pills popping out.
"Swear to me, no loud noises."
Blossom waved a hand in a 'oh come on' fashion,"We won't Buttercup. We'll keep it to ourselves if we have something to say."
Another hand landed on Blossom's, and a golden watt smile,"I'll tell you what he said later."
"Well, unlike Bubbles, my life is not a romance novel, so I'll cut to the chase."
A pause, then Buttercup seemed to be articulating something, popped in three more aspirin pills, and meditated for a second.
"Alright. At the bar, while I was drinking, I kissed a RowdyRuff."
Pause.
Pause.
Pause.
Full blown unadulterated, hiccup inducing, ribs bouncing, stomach flanking, eyes watering, mouth gaping, laughter. Except from Bizarre, who looked at the downed girls and back at Buttercup.
"Who is this PoutyTuff?' Bizarre asked blankly, unsure if the hyperventilating was meaning she should help out in some way or not.
"The RowdyRuffs idiot."
"Who are they?"
"Our male counterparts, they were once our enemies." Buttercup wondered why she had said 'once'.
"Oh...Are they-"
"This has nothing to do with you. These dimwits can't seem to understand I'm damn serious."
"Food." Suddenly Blossom says seriously in a pause of laughter, then continues.
"What food?! I haven't ate a thing! Ugh! Ow...Ow..." Buttercup gripped her head, surrounding it with her hands after her shout out.
"Maybe I have a counterpart, since you three do." Bizarre insisted.
Buttercup glared," Mojo Jojo made them, why would he make another just for it to fail?"
"What about-"
"Shut up! You weren't even born then, there's a lot more that you don't know. Quite acting like you do!"
Bizarre deflated,"Hey, Buttercup, you know how your name was Buttercup, just 'cause it started with a 'b'."
"What the fu-"
Blossom glared in a frozen time laugh, and Buttercup screamed," Fudge," Blossom went back to rolling and laughing.
Bizarre started to fly off in the direction or the hotel room door,"I think the Professor couldn't name you to your personality, because your name would have been Bitch!"
"Then your would have been Bastard! You don't even have a freakin' father. At least the Professor made us!" Buttercup shouted at the retreating figure, then groaned, popping in an unknown number of aspirin directly into her mouth. (A/N: I know it looks like the whole OC gets this way...stuff, but it was the only way I could figure out a way to get the girls back with their guys, bare with me.)
Silence.
"Buttercup, that was taking a joke too extensively..." Blossom muttered, picking and dusting herself off, looking at the now unhinged door swing back and forth.
She had no idea where the he-ham, anything was, okay screw it. She had no idea where the Hell anything was, what the fuck she was doing, and dammit if she went back. So she went to the only other place she knew where to go, to the bar. That most likely wasn't open, but she was going to go in anyway. Wind stung around every seam, blowing her stark hair into binding knots, she knew it was risky doing this in the very broad daylight, it was suicide, but she just felt like flying. So she swung around a few times and felt the crisp air caress her fingers and through her clothing.
Wait, she forgot to button her pants, so sucked in her stomach really hard and her cheeks puffed out. She pulled and tugged and even stuck her tongue out in the thought symbol, then when she heard a click she sighed and let her stomach fall loose. Wait, a stomach!
She screeched to a halt (er!), she actually had a stomach, a lovely pudgy little stomach.
She stretched out expressively, hands in the air and face as bright as the sunshine, until she heard a resounding snap! And saw a button sky rocket off, only to catch fire on the resisting force of the atmosphere on a crash landing, only for it to pivot into an closed supermarket. Which exploded and care alarms went off, people starting waking up and shouting. Toasted vegetables (Win!), and burnt snacks (Lose!), and other things weren't flung feet away in a grocery massacre. Bizarre blushed, and hurried off to her destination.
Was she angry? How could she me mad at someone speaking the truth. So she just shrugged it off, she needed to release steam, and Buttercup needed to resolve, something Bizarre didn't know, with her sisters, who did know. Finally, in the flashlight of the breaking midday, it didn't look so intimidating, and in the day it wasn't a dance club, it was just a regular twenty four hour bar. When she walked in, she was able to have elbow room, although stains of unknown fluids stained the floor, and litter and left object in corners. It looked spacier this way. Too bad no one else, but some blue haired guy in the foreground was here. Bizarre made her way to the bar counter, sat down on a stool, and proceeded to maturely, and with dignity, spun like a little girl a a carnival with candy corn and a pet stuffed panda by her side.
"Okay, either you have to stop doing that or I'm going to get sick watching you." Said someone in the storage room beside the connection between the dance floor and working space. Screech stop. Bizarre wasn't embarrassed, but she quietly looked at the bar counter.
The person with blue hair in a navy suit was spinning behind her, after trying to stand up and leave, and trying to stop the twisting of his mind, then hunched over and ran to the signs that said 'bathrooms'. Went into the woman room, then ran and the one labeled men. Bizarre nodded understandingly, common mistake, common mistake...Too common,Bizarre had to figure out the difference between those things.
She glared at the bathroom signs, she will decode them one day!
"So...sob story?" The bartender was back, and wiping a margarita glass.
Bizarre jumped from her menacing vows of evil, and blinked,"What?"
"Sob story, it's almost become a tradition to ask. What's brings you here to my sanitary, cleanly, humane, non-toxic, humble abode?"
"Feet?"
"Oh, you're one of those. Enjoy the scenery of me walking away." He started to walk the talk, when she grabbed his sleeve.
"I got into a fight."
"Hm." He started to scrub a red stain on the near inside of the margarita glass.
"With family."
"Oh." He slowed his movements, but kept looking, as if it was a Chrystal ball and would tell all.
"With my sister."
"Keep up one one-liners and I might just start charging a nickel per each."
"Because they were part of a family, but then I came along unexpectedly, and I have no idea who they were in their lives before, and I really want to understand them, but sometimes I hate how I just can't seem to get hold of what they're saying, and that girl's temper, ugh, I dealt with King Kong with a better attitude, as least he got off his lazy butt to hold the girl hostage, all I can do is laugh it off because I don't want to feel like the part of a cookie without any sprinkles on it that you don't want to eat, then you break it off and throw it away."
"...Pay up."
"What?"
"Ah, two one-liners. I warned you. Ten cents in cash please."
Bizarre's grip slipped off his sleeve, and she looked lost."Um, okay." She started to dig inside of her pockets, hoping some magical force out there will hear her plea and bring her a twenty. Yeah, no miracles today. So she grabbed a napkin and stole a pen from his shirt pocket.
"Stealing? After I listened to you. I'm heartbroken." But he did nothing as she scribbled. Then she put the pen back.
"I'll have to charge for renting." Oh, the irony.
Bizarre showed him her napkin, and he actually laughed, because on the napkin, was a terribly legible,
I.O.U.
"Only if you pay for the napkin you stole from me to write it on." Bizarre smacked her head on the table.
"Honestly, I feel like I'm talking to a child..." He rolled his eyes."Well, at least you gave me something to remember. Someone I know is going to have to remember her little lie when I ask. Hope she wrote it down somewhere, or she's in for it." He spoke fondly, like someone would talk about a pet being left at home to go to the Deli, or when someone is wistfully talking at work about the chocolate icing vanilla cake in the fridge at their home.
Bizarre sighed, shoulders sagging, and he looked at her, as if remembering she was there.
"License?" He asked.
She looked at him.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm not ready to go in for supplying a minor." Bizarre was eighteen years old. That wasn't a minor in her eyes, it was two numbers, it was a major.
She busted out crying on the table and he put a hand on the table, other hand on his narrow hip,"I can't say drown all your problems in 'this', but I'll get you a orange juice packet, how about that?"
Bizarre only started hitting her head on the table.
"Tried that, didn't work." He started back to the storage room, disappearing behind the shadow of steel shelves and boxes.
Before anyone could have guessed, Blossom comes running in like a hysterical mother through the doors like the Queen herself.
"Bizarre! I told you girls she'd be here."
"I was hoping she'd be strange enough to at least not go to the only place we'd know. You have failed to-"
Bubbles nudged Buttercup's side, with more force than necessary.
"If I get an x-ray and my organs are in the shape of your elbow, I'm claiming assault." Bubbles only shoved her forward by the elbow to the ruffled feathered hen Blossom, and the weeping Bizarre.
"I'm going, I am going."
Blossom sighed happily, and hugged Bizarre tightly,"Bizarre, if I had known you were sneaky enough to have hid somewhere else, I would have been panicked. I really would have."
Bubbles finally succeeded in getting Buttercup near the duo, and she grimaced, until Blossom pointed to Bubbles, who showed the threatening make-up compact. Buttercup's frown lines deepened, as she looked Bizarre in the brown eyes.
"I'm so-"
"Feeling!"
"Cork it! Bizarre, I'm sorry. You belong in this family just as much as everyone in it already does. Whether or not- just forgive me dammit, it feels like I'm puking rainbows and unicorns. If you don't you are not holy."
Bizarre just looked like a deer in headlights,"Why would I be angry?"
"What? I was forced to write a sissy frou-frou apology letter and you're not even mad?" NUDGE. "Oof, I'm surrounded by madness. Well then...Thanks, Bizarre."
She could feel her frown delve into her chin length as Bizarre smothered her in a hug, then the others joined.
"You're just as big a part as anyone."Blossom muffled.
"Of course, who else would we have to distract us from everyday boredom?" Bubbles teared up.
Buttercup just bared through, trying to find some exit of the group reconciliation, when the color of blood came walking out from the storage door.
"I found it, after journeying through Narnia, the cartoon world, and about a million boxes. You should be thankf-"
"Brick?"
"Butters?"
"RowdyRuff Brick!"
"Carrot Top?"
"Brick."
"Oh, hey Bubs."
"Bartender Greedy Guy?"
"Childish Minor."
"This is a RowdyRuff? Arch nemesis? God, every villain else must have been lame."
"Not now Bizarre! Stay behind me until we can subdue him."
"Uh...No?"
Bizarre snuck away, as Buttercup took a defensive stance and so did Bubbles, but Buttercup was distracted, she couldn't think straight.
Blossom started to say some sort of justice superhero speech, when Bizarre walked out of the storage room and hit Brick over the head with a frying pan.
"There, oh wait,"
Brick started to get up when Bizarre repeated the move.
He picked up a hand.
Pow.
He twitched.
Pow.
He half way twitched.
Pow. Pow. Pow.
….
Pow.
"What was that one for?"
"Because I didn't like the way he was looking at me."
"He's knocked out!"
"I know...it was creepy."
"Did our little sister just defeat the second strongest villain of our younger years, which we couldn't defeat over half the time even in our strongest state, in a time frame of five seconds, with a skillet?"
"Frying pan." Bubbles.
"Frying pan..."Buttercup.
"No more dept!" Bizarre.
I said there would be frying pan weaponry in the beginning! No one believed me! XD And...between y'all and me...I couldn't find another way to end it hahahaha. So, this is the last of our bachelorette parties, people are gonna be hooking up left and right, lol.
Kidding, but it is the last chapter without any romance AT ALL.
So...how is the last one?
And, yes, I know it was mostly goofy and satire-feel-ish, but it'll get back into the normal jive once I get some sleep, alot of sleep...so...much sleep.