A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for not updating for so long. I've been busy and you won't believe how much my sister made me suffer through this chapter... Every freakin time she reviewed it was like 6 comments per page! And this chapter was about 25 pages on word. 11,380 words! You can just imagine how I felt after the sixth time she reviewed... Seriously I think she should become a Beta or something.. If any of you guys want to put up with her, gimme a call and I'll see what I can do about convincing her to make an account. (She wants one but is too lazy to make one...) Anyway, enjoy this chapter!
School seems a bit too… calm. It's making me feel uneasy, but that doesn't stop me from keeping my act up. So far I've done a few favors for the teachers, I've had five kids ask me for help on their homework (that made me feel like a mini Blossom, ugh!), and dealing with Jacob seems a thousand times easier since he hasn't really bugged me today. Everything is so peaceful, so quiet, so… boring; there isn't anything out of the ordinary, not a single challenge to face. If someone smiled at me, I'd smile in return, when someone killed the conversation, I'd keep it going, and I'd leave the room when I wanted to hurt someone. No one looked surprised or concerned like they have for the past few months, but that was probably because I haven't had an episode with Butch so far at all today (not even a little one) but that's only because he didn't come to school. Which I didn't find out till after lunch, the only thought I had at the time when Amber told me (who found out from Princess) was good riddance!
"Hey Buttercup!" Lucy greeted, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Hello Lucy, how are you?" I asked.
"Fine, you seem to be in a good mood. Is it because your little boyfriend isn't here?" I inwardly gagged at the thought of being in a romantic relationship with Butch… especially since I'm still irritated from what happened Saturday. It's good that he's gone; great even! Who needs him, he's better off gone anyway, I thought to myself.
"Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend," I said casually.
"You know," She prodded, "that guy that's always with you!"
"Which one? About half of the school's population is male."
"The green eyed one!" I gave her a blank stare. "He has black hair and two other brothers." She gave an exasperated sigh when I shook my head slightly, "His name starts with a 'B'."
I made a show of mulling over her words for a moment before making an overjoyed expression. "Oh, you mean Butch! I can assure you we're not dating; he's just someone I know."
"That's right! They're not dating, and probably never will right Buttercup?" Jacob said, coming up out of nowhere.
"Hello Jacob," I greeted through my teeth, in what I hoped was a pleasant tone. "Where'd you come from?"
"Oh you know I was… j-just walking around but I um… about what I said, I'm right, right?" He stammered.
"About what?" I asked.
"A-about that Butchie thing!"
"His name is Butch and he's not a thing! He's a person!" Lucy shouted in exasperation at him. "You should be ashamed of yourself Jacob! Talking that way about a guy Buttercup clearly has a crush on!" Geez Lucy! Talk a little louder and have the whole school hear why don't you?
"She doesn't have a crush on him! Do you?!" I couldn't help but raise an eye brow at his somewhat desperate tone.
"I-"
"Of course she does, she spends a lot of time with him!"
"I spend loads of time with her!"
"That's 'cause you're always following her! Like a stalker!" True that.
"I do not! Don't… no… Buttercup really I… If anything he follows her!" Jacob wailed. I couldn't help but inwardly smirk at his flushed cheeks, and the fact his forehead had beads of sweat on it make it even better! Lucy is getting him good!
"She enjoys his company."
"How? He's always mean to her unlike me! I haven't done anything that could have gotten her mad or annoyed, am I right or am I right?" He said, looking at me expectantly. Before I could do anything, Bubbles came crashing into me, causing my worry to shoot through the roof when I noticed she was breathing heavily as if she'd been running all over the school.
"Bubbles what's wrong?!"
"B-Bloss… she-" She wheezed.
"Bubbles, calm down and tell me."
"Come quick!" She said breathlessly and pulled me away from Jacob and Lucy. I am soooo lucky I'm in study period.
When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw Lucy holding the back of Jacob's caller with an annoyed expression. "Oh no you don't, we're not finished here." She said. Bubbles and I rounded a corner and they disappeared from my sight, but I was more than surprised when my sister suddenly stopped once we were far enough away from my friends.
"You're welcome!" She beamed.
"…What?" Bubbles giggled at my reaction then smiled, explaining that she'd been heading to the library to pick up papers for Blossom when she walked by and saw Jacob being his usual creepy self. Despite being the innocent one of the three of us, she can put up a great act just like anyone else; so while I couldn't help but laugh (scolding her a bit for scaring me), I made sure to let her know how grateful I was to get away from him. Bubbles told me I would be home alone today since she was going to sketch at the park, Blossom had to do something with Brick because of a bet, and the Professor would be out of town for a few days.
"Then what am I gonna do all day?" I whined.
"Well… Maybe you could-"
"You could visit Butch. It's the least you could do for getting him sick," Princess interrupted as she walked over towards us.
Bubbles cocked her head, "He's sick?"
"Yup," The puffball gave me a pointed look, "And guessed who caused it?"
My eyes narrowed. "What are you implying?"
"Just sat in the middle of the Townsville Skate Park during the storm and if I recall correctly, a certain someone left him like that."
I shook my head in disbelief. How could this happen? That idiot actually stayed? That's not my fault! Its common sense to get out of a huge storm and if he's not smart enough to leave before then, then it's all his fault.
Princess shook her head and smiled mockingly at me. "You never were the nicest girl around, especially since you've gotten into a habit of tricking people, but making someone get sick? I never imagined you'd do that."
"Trick?"
"Oh yeah! I know about your little secret, and I could've let the whole school in on it and have them turn their backs on you but, too bad for you, your social life isn't actually worth my time. Besides it isn't very secretive anymore with Butch talking about it and always getting on your nerves. Only an idiot would still believe your pathetic little act. Honestly it's stupid that you think everyone's still fooled," She sighed.
"And who are you to go around calling people idiots when you're just a stalker?" I growled.
"A what?!" She screeched.
"You heard me: you constantly follow everyone and always butt your way into their business. Do yourself a favor and start focusing on your situation instead of others."
I turned on my heel and held my head high as I walked away from them, eventually finding myself walking off school grounds even though I wasn't sure where I was going. After stopping in a few stores and a pizza place, I walked into to a familiar neighborhood with pizza, frozen yogurt, and a bag of candy. It felt awkward wondering around by myself, especially when I've been avoiding this street for years. Why am I walking this way again? What am I planning on doing once I get to his house? Just stand around and eat pizza with a sick person? Shouldn't I just go home and let him rest? I found myself at the front door to the house, taking in a deep breathe to prepare myself. What am I preparing myself for? I should just go home, or at least back to school. Although my mind was speaking in a logical sense, my body just refused to listen. Which kinda pisses me off because I have no idea why it's gotten into a habit of refusing to listen whenever the situation involves him? I was in the middle of an internal battle with myself when the door opened, revealing a tall, elegant looking woman with jet black hair, light blue eyes, and barely noticeable freckles on the bridge of her nose.
I smiled brightly at her and tried to look as calm as I could, although seeing this woman made me feel uneasy. "Hi, Mrs. Jojo! I haven't seen you in years, remember me? I'm Buttercup."
Mrs. Jojo nodded, "Of course I remember you! You, along your sisters, and my sons were practically inseparable, especially you and Butch. My you sure have grown since I last saw you, would you like to come inside?" She asked.
"Yes, thank you. Um… these are for you guys, I guess…" I mumbled.
Mrs. Jojo stared at me for a moment as she helped me set the items on the table before asking, "You guess?" She questioned.
"Well, originally I wasn't planning on coming," I explained.
"I see, did you come to visit Butch?"
"Yeah, I heard he was sick."
"Yes, unfortunately that's true; he has a fever and a cough."
"Can I see him?" I blurted, suddenly.
"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, I wouldn't want you to get sick and I was about to leave for the store." It was then that I noticed she had a coat on and purse at hand.
"I can watch after him while you're gone," I offered, inwardly cringing at how I kept speaking before thinking. Why on earth am I insistent on seeing him? It's only Butch and I can visit him later when his family is here.
Mrs. Jojo shook her head and thought about it for what seemed like forever, before turning towards me and stared at me for another long moment. "I suppose…" She began. "But please be careful, I wouldn't want you to get sick too."
"I will," I promised.
She sighed and gave a small smile. "I guess it's good for you to see him, I'm sure he'll be happy to have you here," She said, leading me upstairs.
After what I did to him, I doubt it. I thought to myself as she opened a dark green door that lead to Butch's room, which was dark and gloomy; the air felt so stuffy I thought I was going to suffocate as I walked in. Even if he's sick, how could Butch stand being in this room? I couldn't shake off that awkward feeling of being here, I don't know what to say or do and just looking at Butch made me feel terrible. A small towel was on his forehead and his cheeks were bright red, his face was beaded with sweat and he would let out a horrible cough every few seconds. His eyes were closed and his eyebrows were knitted together as if he was trying to sleep but is being unsuccessful. I felt a huge wave of guilt wash over me as I looked at him. This all happened because he was too stupid to leave… because I left him there.
"What an idiot," I whispered, taking a seat by his bed. His eyes opened slowly at the word 'idiot' and when he saw me, he gave a weak but excited smile.
"You're here, I can't believe it," He said.
"I can't believe it either," I mumbled.
"Is it already the 25th?" He asked, coughing a bit.
"The 25th?" I tilted my head in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
"Never mind it doesn't matter… I missed you, Sammy," He said endearingly.
Sammy? Who the hell is Sammy?! "I'm not Sammy."
"You can't trick me. You're wearing the bracelet I gave you for Christmas!" He gave her a bracelet?! I thought with a glance at my wrist. I was wearing a simple light green bracelet with circle beads and had the design of dark green crackle marks. How could he have given someone this exact bracelet if I made it!
"Butch, are you okay?"
"Great! Never better!" He grinned before coughing his throat out.
"You can't be that stupid! You're lying in bed with a fever, you have a terrible cough and you're confusing me with someone else! You're NOT fine," I growled.
"You know who you sound like right now?" He asked.
"Who?"
"Buttercup."
"I AM BUTTERCUP!" He didn't seem fazed by my sudden yelling, but his expression changed into something sorrowful making him look ten times worse than when he did when he was trying to sleep. It was like looking at a kicked puppy; it made you want to cry and comfort them.
"I know you're not her," He mumbled.
"How can you be so sure?"
He shook his head and looked at me miserably, "'Cause I messed up Sam. She's even madder at me now than when I beat her in soccer. Five times in a row. In one day." Butch smiled and I felt my expression hardened a bit at the memory, my hatred for losing was even stronger back when we first met; and that day was the worst since he kept winning and gloating about it. Slowly, his smile faded and he continued with his head laid back into the pillow. "I insulted her before I moved, and I insisted she turn back to normal when I saw her again but she's as stubborn as ever. I think she feels like I'm trying to control her and just like me, she doesn't like being controlled." I let out a sigh. He knows how similar we are yet he still insisted, and that's what I don't get. Why even bother?
"Why did you insult her that day?" I asked. "Why didn't you want her to know you were moving?"
Butch closed his eyes and stifled a cough; I couldn't help but fidget as he stayed silent for a while before he spoke and when he did, it was barely above a whisper. "I didn't want to move, I was so mad when I found out we were. But seeing her made me calm again. She made me want to relax and have fun before I left, and I thought if I told her then we'd spend our time moping or doing something really stupid. Then she found out and was yelling at me… I felt like I was abandoning her. And I was already so angry at my father for transferring into another company that I took it out on her… but the worst part was when I finally realized she didn't even know my name. I kinda suspected but hearing her say it… It hurt. So I ended up saying that… and she told me she hated me… At the time I didn't care what would happen but now… you don't know how much I regret saying that to her, Sam."
Silence enveloped us, and my mind swirled with confusion as I replayed his confession. How is it possible that I made him feel calm when he was angry when I always picked fights with him back when we were kids? I mean, sure we hung out a lot but… do I really make him feel relaxed? And abandoning me… isn't that a bit dramatic? I have my family with me so I can't imagine why he would think that. Butch also regrets saying those things to me, and having him tell me (or Sammy actually) that he's sorry… it kinda makes me regret saying I hated him. If I'm being honest with myself, I wouldn't say I didn't like him. He's not an enemy and lately I wouldn't consider him as a friend, so if he's neither a friend nor foe then what is he to me? Also… how did he know my name if I didn't even remember his?
"Hey Butch? How did you know my- I mean, Buttercup's- name?" I asked.
He smiled brightly and motioned for me to lean closer, "It was right before our first challenge, she shouted 'Buttercup Utonium never backs down from a fight!' she sometimes does that when she gets defensive, and I got to hear her laugh for the first time." He gave a light chuckle, "It was beautiful and sincere; almost like I was in a dream. Ever since then… I wanted to be the one to make her laugh and get to know her better. And she laughed every time she won something and I'd always smile. She's amazing." He sighed happily and closed his eyes and relaxing once more. I shook my head to clear my confusion.
"What does her laughing have to do with anything?" I asked.
"Because… because I… I fell…" He trailed off and I waited for him to finish explaining… then I heard snoring. Really? Really?! He's asleep! That stupid little sick boy finally decided to sleep right in the middle of a sentence! Who does that?! Besides 'He fell'? Fell where?! That doesn't even make sense! Can't blame him though, he's sick and does need his rest… but why is he able to sleep now when he wasn't able to before? I have half-a-mind to wake him up so I could find out the rest, but he looked just like he did when he was at my house; peaceful.
I sighed and removed the towel so I could place my hand against his forehead; he was still warm and he didn't stir from my touch so for some strange reason I took it a step further and played with his hair a little. Turns out that when it's not in its usual spiked up style, it's long and soft, and I couldn't help but rest my head on his bed while a small, unsure feeling started to rise inside my chest from being close to him. I continued stroking his hair, as the sensation washed over me, and watching his face, only inches from mine. If I just lean in a little, there'd be almost no space between us… and a part of me does want to lean in… I want to hold him close and look into those forest green eyes, gazing at them for hours… But there are a million things wrong with this whole situation. He's sick, he's asleep, his mother can show up any second, he thinks I'm someone else, and he's Butch. This is no time for silly fantasies! If anything, I should back up and go fetch some water for the fever boy like a good little caretaker type of person.
I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a small frustrated sigh. I hated this strange feeling, I hated not knowing what this feeling was, I hate that I feel this way whenever the situation involves him. It's strange and confusing and stupid and I don't like it! Despite my laziness (or that weird feeling, not sure which) I reluctantly got up and left him alone in his room but wandering around his house was beyond unusual for me. I hadn't been here for years and my memory of this place was vague, thankfully, it was enough for me to find my way into the kitchen and back. When I returned he looked like he did when I first got here a while ago, eyebrows knitted together and looked as if sleeping wasn't an option. Not knowing what to do, I placed the glace of water I had gone to the kitchen for on the nightstand and slowly patted his head like a puppy. That seemed to sooth him and his expression became peaceful again in a matter of seconds. I couldn't help but smile at this, who knew he calms down when someone is stroking his hair; maybe I could use this to my advantage someday. Without even thinking, I leaned down and placed a small, gentle kiss on his forehead as if it was a normal, everyday thing. His forehead was warm under my lips and I felt a gentle warmth bloom in my chest and spread through my body before settling on my cheeks. The feeling was so… nice. Tender and sincere yet intense and powerful at the same time… For a moment I considered letting the feeling overwhelm me before the realization of what I had done washed over me. My eyes widened and I tripped over myself trying to put some distance between us, shuffling back and clutching to the dresser for support as I tried to stand and steady myself with long deep breaths. What the hell was that? Did I just kiss him?!
"Why on earth did I do that?!" I grumbled to myself.
"Do what?" I spun around to see Butch sitting up in his bed taking small sips of water out of the glass I'd brought him. You have got to be kidding me! Why is he awake again?!
"You don't sleep much, do you?" I asked.
"Not on days like this," He coughed. "What're you doing here?"
I blinked in confusion. "What?"
Butch looked away and stifled another cough. "Why are you here? Wouldn't you rather be at school with that stalker kid? He knows your character better than anyone, Jacob was it?"
"Wait… you think I'm Buttercup?"
"Duh, who else would you be? I'm sick not stupid," He said rolling his eyes.
"Then what was all that before? About bracelets and moving and where did you fall?!"
He raised an eyebrow and gave me a look that clearly said he was questioning my sanity. "What are you talking about?"
"Nevermind! You're an idiot!"
"Coming from the girl speaking nonsense!"
"It's not my fault you're too stupid to remember what happened!"
"Then what happened?!"
"Ah! You're impossible!" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air.
"I should be saying that to you! After all you broke into my house, and started harassing a sickly boy who needs his sleep!"
"I was bringing you a pizza!"
He froze for a second, and then asked, "Pizza?" I nodded.
His eyes narrowed. "What kind?"
"Meat lovers."
"Where is it?"
"Down stairs."
"Go get it!"
"I'm not you're maid! Get it yourself!"
"Uh hello? Sick here!" He shouted, gesturing to himself. I let out a growl in frustration as I stormed down stairs, grabbed a slice and stomped right back. Once he had the slice in his hands he looked at it blankly.
"What is it now?!" I shouted.
"It's cold." I face-palmed and Butch laughed as I slouched into the chair beside his bed. This whole situation is just stupid. How do I get myself dragged into things like this? I looked up at him to make a smart comment but I saw he had droopy eyes and was barely paying attention to his pizza.
"You're sleepy."
"No I'm not," He denied sleepily, he sounded like a kid.
I shook my head and smiled at him. "Don't be a child Butch," I said. "Just get some sleep so you can get better faster."
"Can't wait for me to come back to school, Buttercup?" He chuckled/coughed.
I rolled my eyes, and got up. "You wish!" I said as I turned to leave but Butch grabbed my hand. It was so warm, you could defiantly tell he still had his fever, yet his hand was gentle and my heart skipped a beat at his touch. Turning to face him seemed to take forever and when I did, I felt it was worth it; because the moment I gazed into his amazing eyes, his dark forest green eyes that were staring at me almost pleadingly as his grip tightened slightly.
"Stay until I'm asleep. It's the least you can do for waking me up."
I smiled warmly at him and stroked his hair with my free hand. "Sure." He lay back down and as time went on his breathing gradually become slower but he still held onto me tightly. He had just started to snore softly when Mrs. Jojo walked into the room. Who didn't seem surprised at what she saw; in fact she acted as if it was nothing. She offered me something to eat and when I declined she just walked on out. I thought about leaving, since he was asleep and all, but I couldn't bring myself to get up. I felt too lazy to move and I was sleepy too which definitely didn't help. I slowly removed my hands from him and rested my head on my arms, closing my eyes. Being here with him made me feel somewhat relaxed; sure I'm sort of afraid something weird will happen again but I feel too calm to be doing anything strange right now. Right now, I just wanna sleep. Fortunately I got what I wanted, but when I woke it was dark out and Butch wasn't in bed. Causing me to bolt up out of my chair in panic when the door to his room opened and Butch walked in leaning on Boomer's shoulder.
"Oh, you're awake," Boomer noted as he set Butch down on the bed again. "You've been asleep for hours; your sisters got worried and came over. They're down stairs, want me to get them?" I shook my head and looked at Butch; he didn't look as flushed as he did before, but couldn't help but notice his look of boredom as he stared at the ceiling.
"Ok, come down when you want and call me if you guys need anything." Boomer called over his shoulder as he left.
Once he was gone Butch shook his head. "You weren't supposed to fall asleep, dimwit."
"You are you calling a dimwit? Dimwit!" I growled.
"A dimwit can't call another person a dimwit, stupid," He said nonchalantly.
"Why're you calling me stupid?!"
"'Cause you are."
"Stop stealing my lines!"
"What lines?"
"Nevermind, you're obviously fine so I'll get going." I said, crossing my arms.
"Aw, were you just gonna stay here till I was better?" He asked.
"No, I just wanted to see if you'd be able to come to school soon. There's no point on trying to letting you become dumber than you already are," I deadpanned.
"Is that the only reason?"
"What?" He shifted himself so we were face to face; his eyes were smothering again yet holding a playful glint in them that added to the mischievous smirk on his face. He brushed away some stray hairs from my face and lightly traced my jaw line (leaving my skin burning and a strange tingling sensation) before resting his forehead on mine and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. His hands were rough and callused, but they felt warm and gentle. And I couldn't help but notice how my hand seemed to fit in his perfectly, and I didn't mind that they were entwined. It felt… wonderful. My heart was pounding and we were so close, I was afraid he'd be able to read my mind. Staring into his brilliantly vibrant forest green eyes seemed to lure me into a trance were he filled every corner of my mind. All I could think about was the abnormal heat radiating from his forehead and his hand, the feeling of my throbbing heart, how great it felt to hold his hand, his beautiful eyes, my still tingling face and man, do I find him to be the most alluring creature on earth.
"You want me to be at school with you, don't you?" He asked in a soft voice.
All I was able to mumble out of my nonfunctioning mouth was, "Huh?"
"You miss me."
"Um…"
"You can't get enough of me," He whispered, bringing his face slightly closer. "You like the way I tease you, you love how I'm the only real challenge out there, you love how I don't give up, but you hate how I'm able to make your face so red." I felt as if my entire body was suddenly engulfed in flames. How could he just assume that I miss him or can't get enough of that stinking ball of stupidity? Reluctantly, I ripped my hand from his and broke our eye contact, in general, just stopped all physical contact between us. I shook my head, trying to clear it of anything Butch related but still my mind was in a daze. Please let this end well somehow. "What's the matter Buttercup?" He asked, leaning closer so that his mouth was at my ear. His warm breath sent a shiver down my spine as he spoke, "Can't handle the truth? Are you embarrassed by it?"
I stood up and rolled my eyes, suddenly coming up with something to say. "Me? Embarrassed? Please get your head out of the clouds, Butch. Just get better soon so you can come up with a better argument."
He laughed and smiled at me. "Sure, might take a while though. After all, why would I listen to someone who's always so mean to me?"
"Because we're friends," I blurted, and then slapped my hand over my mouth. What did I just say?!
Butch furrowed a brow in confusion. "So you hate me, but we're friends?"
"Uh… Yeah sure, let's leave it at that," I said inching towards the door.
Butch shrugged. "Alright, at least I get to cross off one thing on my list."
"What was it?" I asked cautiously.
He smirked. "I earned your friendship."
He remembered something I hadn't thought of in a while and I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Whatever dweeb, I'll see you later."
"You're coming back tomorrow? If I'm still sick, that is," I'm sure he tried to sound nonchalant, but I noticed a bit of hopefulness in his tone.
"Hm… Maybe. You'll have to wait and see about that," I said over my shoulder. His soft chuckle was the last thing I heard before I closed the door, and joined my sisters down stairs.
Blossoms POV
My heart was pounding as I watched Mr. Brown hand back last week's test. So far, Brick as managed to get perfect scores for the past two months and today was the bet's dead line; if he gets a hundred percent on this test, I have to do whatever Brick says for two whole months! It seemed like a fair deal, he gets all A's and I'll have to do what he says, he fails and he'll embarrass himself by constantly apologizing to me, except I never imagined he could ever get such good grades. Especially with an attitude like his; always slacking off, never bothering to take notes, falling asleep in class, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he's been cheating. But every time I ask him a question to test whether he's paying attention or not, he always gives a flawless answer. I hate it! His intelligence rivals mine! For the first time ever, someone is actually a rival for me in the academic world! Me, Blossom Utonium! And out of everyone in school, Brick Jojo is my rival. How depressing.
I glanced at Brick and found him with his head in his arms on the table completely asleep. How can he sleep at a time like this?! This test decides what's going to happen for the next two months and he's sleeping?! What an irresponsible dim-wit. I shook my head, hoping to clear it and it sort of worked till Mr. Brown gave me my test and tapped (more like wacked) Brick on the head with his. Groggily Brick lifted his head and looked at his paper and scowled. I straitened my back and smiled a triumphal smirk. Looks like his luck just ended.
Bricks POV
Not only did I stay up all night putting up with Butch's complaining, but I've been thinking about the tests scores today. Although I like the reward I'd get if I win the bet, I still can't believe I've been actually focusing on school of all things. It's trickery! This woman sitting beside me, this Blossom, cast a spell on me so I could study! It's horrible! It's pure evil! I hate it and I'll find a way to make her pay! Even though I was the one who created the bet, I can't help but blame her; it's so much easier that way. Just to irritate her, I put my head in my arms and closed my eyes as soon as we got to class. I know how anxious she is about the scores since I've been doing so well. Soon enough I had my test in my hands after a rather rude encounter with my 'oh so wonderful' teacher Mr. Brown. One look at my score made me scowl, I can't believe it! This is the best score I've gotten yet and I this is the one test I didn't study for. How insulting.
From the corner of my eye I noticed Blossom straighten in her seat with a massively proud smirk on her face. I tried my best to hide my smile as I inwardly laughed; boy is she in for a surprise. I sighed heavily and shook my head at my paper.
"Gee Blossom, as much as I would love to b-"
"Oh no you don't!" Blossom interrupted. Of course she'd interrupt me. "A bets a bet and you know your result. We have to keep our word."
I smiled broadly and showed her my test. "Alright, if you say so, I win!" Blossoms mouth dropped open and her eyes bugged out. I couldn't help but laugh a little as she tore the test from my hands and analyzed every answer.
"A perfect score?" She whispered. I nodded. "AND YOU GOT THE EXTRA CREDIT POINTS TOO?!" Everyone in the class turned to look at her, even the teacher but she didn't seem to notice. I buried my head in my arms in attempt to stifle my laugher; the situation was just too funny. At this rate, not only will I get the satisfaction of winning against her, but if she makes an even bigger scene then she'll get into trouble. Looks like even Goody-Two-Shoes-Blossom can get in trouble after all.
Mr. Brown looked at her skeptically, "Blossom? Is everything alright?" She nodded numbly and Mr. Brown went back to handing out papers.
She looked at me with sad, lowered eyes as she asked, "What do you want first?"
"Oh? Already so eager to start, Blossom?" I asked, smirking. She did nothing but rolled her eyes and rested her head in her hand. The action reminded me of something Buttercup would do. I began thinking of what I should make her do first. The only thing I had actually planned out was to make her wear a maid's outfit, to embarrass her but other than that, I'm at a loss. Usually, when we were younger I would have made her do something embarrassing or tell her to fail a test; but for some reason, I don't want to torment her with my new found authority. I don't want to torture her at all, tease a little of course but not torture. What do girls like to do anyway? Play with dolls? Play house or dress up? Does she like to cook or would that be Bubbles? Overall, girls are like children right? They love to play and do fun things.
I glanced at her, noticing her calmly drawing doodles on a piece of paper and decided to put on a small show. I turned towards her suddenly with a dark expression and gave her my best cruel looking smile. She looked at me in shock at my sudden movements and perhaps a touch of nervousness as to what I've decided to do. I grabbed the back of her chair and leaned closer and she subconsciously backed away.
"OK," I began in a low, dark voice. "Task #1, I order you to be my play toy!"
Blossoms POV
I froze. A what?! Why the hell would he be asking for something like that? Just the way he said it made me feel uncomfortable! He couldn't be that big of a reckless, irresponsible… could he? Plus this is only the first task and he's asking for so much! Wait a second; does he even know how many different ways people can take that? And how do I know if he means it in a way that I really hope he didn't?
"P-play toy?" I managed to stutter out.
Brick nodded. "Yeah, you know for special games."
"Special?"
"Those games that people like to play all the time when no one's home."
My face paled and I leaned away from him. "You're not implying… you can't be serious!"
Brick narrowed his eyes a bit as he said, "Oh I'm very serious about this, Blossom."
"Ew! Gross! You perverted, horrible, rotten excuse for a boy! What a monstrous way to think and dreadful way act! How can you even have those kinds of thoughts, you sick-minded weirdo?!"
Brick looked at me in confusion, not at all phased at what I called him. "Sick-minded…?" His expression changed from confusion to shock as he began to realize what I was talking about. "Blossom! I am appalled! How could you think such things?! I meant play toy as in we could do activities similar to house or dress you up in a maids outfit since that's the next thing you'll be doing for me. Don't girls usually like getting outfits and playing house?-"
"When they're five!" I interrupted with a screech, which he ignored.
"-I know you have to do everything I said but I wouldn't be that cruel!" Brick stopped in the middle of his little rant to smirk at me. "Oh, Blossom. I never knew you had such a dirty mind!"
I felt my face redden and I couldn't help but clench my teeth. I can't believe I thought like that! Of course he wouldn't do something so horrible! I tried my best to hide my embarrassment but no matter what I did Brick would just laugh even harder. I hid my face in my arms and Brick just patted my back gently.
"Blossom," He said lightly. "You still have to be my play toy, and you have to come to the store with me right after school."
"For what?" I mumbled.
"I need to restock the medicine cabinet and I'm in the mood for a hot dog."
"A hot dog?"
"Yeah."
"Why do I have go with you to get a hot dog?"
"Because I said so,"
I glared at him. "What kind of reasoning is that?!"
"My kind."
"That's not really an answer."
"Yeah it is, just not a very good one," He smirked.
I let out a heavy sigh and looked toward the front of the class. "I can't believe I have to put up with this for two months!"
"Maybe more," He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked, glancing at him.
"Well, I never stopped bugging you before, what makes you think I'll stop after this?" I thought over his words for a moment and realized he had a point… Even as kids he'd always bother me with stuff that irritated the living daylights out of me and drove me up a wall… and for what? The stupid satisfaction of getting me mad? If that's the reason, it's a really pathetic one… still, it doesn't change the fact he'll want to drag out this punishment as long as possible.
"I hate to admit it, but you're right," I muttered.
"I'm always right, and I have the test scores to prove it," He said holding up his paper. "Two months' worth, actually."
"Well I have years' worth of evidence under my name, two months is nothing compared to mine," I growled.
"Maybe, but now that I think of it, scores like that only test how much you know. Doesn't mean you're always right."
I shook my head in confusion. "Then why did you bring them up?"
"Just to throw you off."
"Throw me off what?"
"Exactly!"
"You're such a dweeb."
"But a very sexy dweeb."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, get over yourself Brick."
"Hey, at least I wasn't thinking about doing some dirty things like you did," He said raising his hands in defense. A deep blush forced its way onto my cheeks and I tried to ignore his laughter for the rest of the school day, but made sure to let Bubbles know I wasn't going to be home and to tell Buttercup. When school was let out the first thing he did was lead me away from my usual route home and guided me towards his car. Which was… strange, but not unbearable like I imagined. He had music on but not loud enough to be noticed automatically; he didn't talk very much during the drive and at the store. It was unusual, but I didn't take it into account.
Bricks POV
I swear! This girl is actually an enchantress or something, because now I can't talk! I'm Brick; I can talk to anyone! Get any girl if I wanted! So how is it that I can barely say anything to Blossom? This is freakin' crazy! I wasn't like this a while ago when we were at school! I couldn't help but sigh on our way to my house, and noticed when Blossom glanced at me with the corner of my eye but she said nothing. Honestly I couldn't wait to get home, that way I could have her take care of Butch and maybe cook me some dinner if mom hasn't already made anything. I never really planned out what I'd like to have her do, except for being my personal maid because I thought it would be more fun to think of things in the moment but, with Blossoms new found mystical powers I don't think it'll be as amusing as I thought.
As soon as we got home I was greeted by Martha, my personal maid, who is about twenty-four, and had been working here for about two years. She's very sociable when you get to know her, but I guess she's too shy to say something to Pinky because she hasn't even glanced at her since we got home. We were talking a bit about our day when Blossom grabbed my arm pulling me away from the maid and directed my attention to her.
"Ok, so I'm here now, is there anything I should be doing?"
I glanced at Martha and asked, "How's Butch?"
"Much better, Sir. He has allowed someone other than family into his room, and I heard yelling and laughing. He's sounding like his old self, I assume he should be completely healthy soon," She said.
"Well if he's feeling better I guess I can't have you do that." I mumbled to myself.
"Do what?" Blossom asked.
"Nevermind, go make dinner," I ordered.
"Sir, there's pizza on the counter," Martha informed me.
"OK then…"
"You didn't plan any of this out, did you?" Blossom asked, with a smile.
At the sight of her smile, I felt my face grow unusually warm and I glared at her to try to cover it up. "Not everyone has a plan for everything Miss-Know-it-all!"
"But at least I'm prepared," She said sweetly.
I smirked at her suddenly, a brilliant idea appearing in my mind. "I bet you weren't prepared for this!" Grabbing her hand I yanked her towards the stairs and yelled over my shoulder, "Martha! Your paid vacation starts now!"
"Who is she?" Blossom asked as we ran through the halls.
"My personal maid."
"Personal maid?"
"Yeah,"
"What are you rich or something?"
"No, I just live in a house that costs about 1.5 million dollars."
"1.5…?" Blossom trailed off. I didn't glance back at her as I lead her up another staircase, but I had the feeling she was just starting to take in her surroundings. My house is four stories high and has nearly a hundred rooms, including an indoor pool, a library, a game room, theater room, and much more. Blossom's visited my house countless times when we were younger and I can't believe she just now noticed. When we got to my room she went rigid, which surprised me because I never thought much of the king sized bed with lamp tables on each side, flat screen TV above my dresser, sofa, recently made study area, walk in closet, back door that lead to a miniature balcony, and private bathroom. Not much to look at if you ask me.
I walked into my closet and took something out of an open drawer. "Take those clothes off." Her face turned scarlet, and she pressed her mouth into a tight line. I raised an eyebrow and repeated the words to myself before I rolled my eyes and tossed her the clothes. "Just change into this." She caught them and scurried into the bathroom.
"Brick are you crazy?! I'm can't wear this! Not here, not anywhere!" She shouted after a few minutes.
"Just go with it."
"But I look ridiculous!"
"Just come out of there."
"But-"
"You agreed to do whatever I said if I won the bet," I interrupted. "Are you going to go back on your word?"
She stayed quiet for a long time, so long I was about to say something to her again but, very slowly, the door cracked open. She stepped out wearing a mid-thigh length black dress that hugged her quite nicely, her dress was long sleeved that puffed out a little at the shoulders and down from the waist; she had a white apron with a thin plaid bow at the base of her neck. She had white knee high socks and little black shoes, replacing her big red bow was a small, frilly maid's hat hair band thing (I'm honestly not sure what it's called). Her face was bright red and she kept tugging on the skirt of the dress.
"Alright Brick I'm out," She said in a small voice. I was completely speechless; she looks beyond adorable and the look on her face just makes her seem ten times cuter, I'm afraid if I open my mouth I'll start talking gibberish. I covered my face with my hand in attempt to hide my slowly reddening face, with the other hand I made a twirling motion with my finger for her to turn around. Reluctantly she obeyed and spun around. I shook my head to try to clear it from this nonsense. She's Blossom. She's smart and dweeby, but she can't be cute. I sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to me as I turned on the TV. I half expected her to just walk away to change or something but she just sat beside me, and what really surprised me was how close she was sitting to me, I could just put my arm around her and we'd look like a couple. I would've never thought that Blossom would sit so close, especially in that outfit.
"Brick, what time is it?" She asked, after a few hours.
"8:28. Why?"
Her eyes widened. "It's a half hour till nine! I gotta get home! Buttercups' there alone, I thought I'd only be an hour or two." She got up quickly and headed towards the bathroom door, but stopped suddenly when she was about half way in. "Can I leave?" She asked. I found myself unable to answer; I didn't want her to go. Maybe it was because I liked seeing that dress on her, but I found it hard to say anything. So when she turned to face me, I just nodded my head in acknowledgment and turned up the volume. When she reappeared she was wearing her usual clothes and big floppy bow but somehow that didn't help my nonfunctioning mouth.
"Can I have a ride?"
"Sure," I managed to say as I got up.
"Is something wrong?" She asked.
"What?"
"Well you haven't said anything since we spoke to your maid. And you didn't say much when we got out of school either."
"So?"
"So, there must be something wrong. After all you haven't even teased me yet about that stupid maid dress, I thought you'd at least say something about how ridiculous I looked."
"You looked far from ridiculous." Immediately her face began to heat up and while I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, I'm sure her blush was deeper than mine. She started rubbing her arm and I couldn't stand the awkwardness of the conversation so I turned away and headed towards the door to leave.
"How did I look in it then?" She asked, softly.
Cute, adorable, lovely, attractive… "You looked ok."
"Oh… right." I didn't turn to look at her but I could tell she didn't sound very happy. Why?
"Speaking of that dress," I began, smirking. "You weren't prepared for trying on something like that, now were you?"
She shoved past me and out of the room. "I do admit it was a bit unplanned, but I thought it would be worse."
I followed her out, feeling better than I had a while ago. "Worse?" I questioned.
"Well, it wasn't completely unpleasant… being here with you." I could've sworn I felt my heart skip a beat at her words and I was suddenly feeling kind of happy, joyful because she practically said she kind of liked being here with me. But because she's Blossom, she had to ruin my good mood. "Aside from the little dress incident, you didn't do anything unusual and you didn't speak much so I didn't have to deal with your annoying voice." She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled while I scowled.
"Annoying?! You're the one who never shuts up about school, and tests, and planning ahead!"
"You're the one who is always talking gibberish," She said turning down the hall. I stopped where I was and laughed a bit.
"Hey, Little Miss I'm-gonna-be-a-jerk-to-Brick, you turned the wrong way," I snickered. She spun around and walked right past me, her smile completely wiped off her face.
"I knew that, I was just wanted to see if I could actually find a way to the front door while getting away from you."
"Sure you were." I teased.
"I was!" She shouted.
"Was what?" Just down the hall I saw my brother Boomer standing there with Blossom's blonde-headed sister. I smirked.
"Well look-y here, the Blues are here together at this time at night. What exactly have you two been up to?" I asked, teasing Boomer.
"I could be asking you the same thing Brick," Boomer shot back, his face a little red.
"Won a bet and needed someone to carry my things when I went to the store. But, I don't ever remember you ever giving me a reason to be home so late." I said.
"I ran into Boomer and we started talking," Bubbles answered for him.
"I haven't heard from Buttercup at all, have you?" Blossom asked, suddenly.
"No, and when I went home she wasn't there. Boomer thought she might be here."
"But why would she be here?"
As if to answer her question, there was a loud crash and a thud noise from down the hall. Boomer and I bolted towards the noise to discover a broken vase and my idiotic brother wrapped in a blanket on the floor.
"You idiot! What do you think you're doing?!" I shouted. Butch frowned and looked up at me with sad eyes.
"I'm hungry!" He pouted.
"So you decided to eat Mom's favorite vase?" I asked him.
"Well this is Butch and mom has a dozen more just like it," Boomer said.
"This is not the time to be fooling around, take Butch up to his room." I ordered, smacking Boomer upside the head.
"But I'm hungry!" Butch shouted.
"I'll take care of it," I assured. They both raised an eyebrow at me and asked simultaneously "You're gonna cook?"
"Look, just because you're paranoid about a maid cooking your food doesn't mean I am. Blossom can do it."
"Can she even cook?"
"We're about to find out. Take him to his room and we'll have something for him in a minute." They obeyed and I made my way back to where we left the girls in the hall way. "So… Blossom," I began. "Can you cook?"
Bubbles POV
After Buttercup walked off, I decided to go through the rest of the day like nothing happened. She just needs some time to think; once she's cooled off everything will be alright. She'll be all shot tempered yet funny with Dad, Blossom, and me, and then she will be the 2nd most perfect student at school. That's how things have been going for the past four years and it's not too bad; she doesn't get into trouble at school, she's nice to everyone, and she still gets to be herself around family. Everything is… fine.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and tried to pay attention to the teacher, even though there was only three minutes left. I was already finished with my drawing but still wanted to paint more. Good thing I decided to go to the park!
When the bell rang I made my way out of the school, stopping a few times to talk to a few friends. The day was bright and warm and was perfect weather to be outside. The park wasn't crowded and the birds were out flying, everything felt so happy and cheery, maybe I should bring Buttercup here the next time she needs to think. I was heading to a large shady tree when I noticed a boy sitting next to a small bunny; immediately I took out my sketch book and began to draw this scene. The bunny seemed calm and happy, being next to him and the boy petted him with gentle strokes and was careful when he picked him up. It wasn't until I started sketching his face, that I realized who that boy was and froze.
For some odd reason, every time he's around I feel nervous and the entire English dictionary seems to fly out the window. But I always can't help but want to talk to him. I want to have a normal conversation with him, to hear his voice and by any chance see his smile. Boomer was very sociable and kind but I never really talked to him first… maybe this time I will. I'm Bubbles after all; kind, sociable, and can get along with everyone! I can stand talking to one boy. I smiled and made my way over towards him but when I said hi but it must've been too soft for him to hear, because he didn't turn around. Or was it that Boomer was just ignoring me? The bunny was the one to notice me first and when he did, Boomer turned to see what the small creature was looking at. When he saw me standing there a little sheepish, he gave me a heartwarming smile. His teeth were as white as freshly fallen snow and his eyes seemed to be smiling too.
"Hey Bubbles, what's up?" I felt my knees go weak and my breath catch at the sound of his voice. I was afraid I would fall right in front of him but I willed myself to stay upright. There's no point of talking to him if I'm just going to get soft.
"Oh you know, just sketching in the park. What's up with you?" I asked. Somehow I felt like I've said this before…
"Nothing really; found a bunny," He said.
"Oh! He's so cute!" I squealed.
Boomer gave a small smile that made my heart skip a beat. "Isn't he? I was thinking about taking him home when I saw him."
"I think that'd be a great idea!" I said. Boomer motioned for me to sit beside him and handed me the bunny when I did.
"It'd be best if you took care of him. I'm sure he'll be alright if he's with you," He said.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course! I wouldn't be giving him to you if I wasn't," He said confidently.
"Thanks," I said, giving him a smile of my own. He was kind and gentle, not to mention he was cool in his own way. Thinking of his kindness, sort of gave me an idea. "To show how thankful I am, how about I treat you to a cup of hot chocolate?"
"Hot chocolate?"
"Yeah, since it's getting a little chilly out here." It was true, the weather was nice but it was getting colder. It's nearly December and that means snow will be coming to Townsville soon.
"No it's fine, I-"
"If you say no, I won't talk to you or let you see Mr. K," I interrupted, giving him my famous puppy dog look. He looked surprised for a moment, but then looked away and stood up.
I was afraid I'd done something to upset him when he offered me his hand and said, "Alright, but instead of just hot chocolate, how about you just spend the whole day with me?"
"Of course!" I said, accepting his hand. Which was warm and comforting, and it made me want to hold on forever, but all good things must come to an end right? I attempted to let go once I was on my feet but Boomer held strong, as if he didn't want to let go either. Is there a possibility that he might like me? The thought made my heart skip a beat and a smile spread its way onto my face. He glanced at me and smiled gently. He is so nice and sweet, but at the same time strong and a complete gentleman, he's different from all of the other cocky jerks there are at school. My heart seems calm and steady, and my voice hasn't wavered once, it's kind of hard to believe that I was inwardly freaking out before. I'm glad I decided to say something to him. When he was around I'll admit I feel a little shy and don't know what to say half the time but when we're together actually talking... I feel relaxed. It's a bit strange for me because, this was the first boy to make me feel hectic yet calm at the same time. But overall, he somehow has the power to make me feel at home. And I'm okay with that.
"Hey Bubbles, wanna stop by my place after this?"
"Sure!"
Boomers POV
I dropped Bubbles off at her house earlier then I had hoped because she didn't want Buttercup to be home alone. Watching her disappear into the house, I admit makes me feel a little sad because I want… no, I need her here with me. She's the light to my world and even if it was just for a moment more, I want her here with me; but knowing I'll get to see her again soon makes the wait a little worthwhile.
"Boomer!" Wow, good things really do come to those who wait. Lucky for her I hadn't driven away just yet.
"Do you need something?" I asked when she was close enough.
"Buttercup's not here and she hasn't answered her phone, it might still be on silent or something."
"Where does she usually go?"
"She doesn't go out much these days, if anything she's probably somewhere cooling off," She explained.
"Cooling off? She mad or something?" I asked.
"I'm not sure; she stormed off after Princess started talking about Butch."
"Butch?" She nodded. "Do you think she could be at my house?"
"Maybe… Could I come over? What if she really is there?"
I smiled. I get to spend more time with Bubbles! How lucky can I get? "Of course, let's go." Then a thought hit me. Damn! I forgot! "What about Mr. K?"
"He's asleep; he should be good for a while." I nodded and drove home once she was in the car. When we arrived Bubbles didn't exactly wait for me to open her door or let me do anything gentlemen like at all; she was far too focused on finding Buttercup. She had a fairly good idea of where everything was in here but she did get lost a few times and I had to help her. Honestly I found it all a little cute.
"I was!" Someone shouted.
"Was what?" I asked when I saw who was at the end of the hall.
"Well look-y here, the Blues are here together at this time at night. What exactly have you two been up to?" Brick teased.
"I could be asking you the same thing Brick," I shot back.
"Won a bet and needed someone to carry my things when I went to the store. But, I don't ever remember you ever giving me a reason to be home so late." He said.
"I ran into Boomer and we started talking," Bubbles answered. I shot Bubbles a small smile, thankful for the save, before turning back towards Brick.
"I haven't heard from Buttercup at all, have you?" Blossom asked, suddenly. Blossom hadn't heard from her either? How long has BC been missing?
"No, and when I went home she wasn't there. Boomer thought she might be here."
"But why would she be here?"
A loud crash suddenly sounded from the hall, making me jump and shove back the eerie sense that came along with it. I don't want to be looked down as the weak one out of my brothers, Bubbles deserved someone strong, and that's just who I plan to become. I fallowed Brick as he bolted towards the commotion that we now found out, was caused by my idiotic brother wrapped in a blanket on the floor.
"You idiot! What do you think you're doing?!" Brick shouted. Butch frowned and looked up at us with sad eyes.
"I'm hungry!" He pouted. I raised an eye brow. He ruined perfectly good vase for that? He could've just called or something.
"So you decided to eat Mom's favorite vase?" Brick asked.
"Well this is Butch and mom has a dozen more just like it," I said.
"This is not the time to be fooling around, take Butch up to his room." Brick ordered, smacking me rather rudely upside the head.
"But I'm hungry!" Butch shouted.
"I'll take care of it," Brick assured. Butch and I both raised an eyebrow at Brick and asked simultaneously "You're gonna cook?"
"Look, just because you're paranoid about a maid cooking your food doesn't mean I am." I shuttered at the thought of what happened last time. Butch had eaten something that a maid didn't cook well and… let's just say things were never the same after that. "Blossom can do it."
"Can she even cook?"
"We're about to find out. Take him to his room and we'll have something for him in a minute." I listened and tried to take him up stairs only it was difficult with this long stupid blanket he has. I'm practically tripping up the stairs!
"Stop being so clumsy Boomer! You're going to make me fall!"
"How on earth were you able to get down here with this stupid piece of cloth?" I asked.
He paused. "… I don't know…"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes and sigh. And they call me stupid, I thought to myself. I tripped over myself again and Butch laughed. Alright that's it! I tore the blanket from his arms and threw it down the laundry chute that was conveniently beside us.
"NO!" Butch shouted, before turning towards me. "You jerk! I'm cold!"
"Deal with it."
"You're acting like Brick!"
"And you're acting like a child. You're nearly seventeen! Grow up," I said, practically dragging him up the stairs.
"Jerk," He pouted.
I sighed. "Look I was just irritated by that stupid blanket." Butch didn't say anything; instead placing more weight on my shoulder until I was practically carrying him. He wasn't as warm compared to before and he seems to be getting better if he's able to go walking around the house, making a fool of himself. At this rate he should be back to his old self in no time. When we finally got to his room, I saw Bubbles sister, Buttercup, standing by my brother's bed looking around franticly. What's she looking for?
"Oh, you're awake," I said as I set Butch down on the bed again. "You've been asleep for hours," Wait… was it hours? How long has she been here? "Your sisters got worried and came over. They're down stairs, want me to get them?" She shook her head and looked at Butch; she seemed relieved when she saw him. Was he the one she was looking for?
"Ok, come down when you want and call me if you guys need anything." I called over my shoulder as I left. I rejoined the others down stairs by the Kitchen to see Bubbles and Blossom cooking.
"I thought you were going to have Blossom cook?" I asked Brick, who was sitting at the table not too far away reading a book.
"I was, but she offered and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer."
"So what're you guys making?" I asked, turning to the girls.
"Soup," Blossom muttered, dumping the ingredients into a pot along with her sister. Bubbles started humming and giggling at whatever Blossom said. She moved with such grace and confidence that it made me fall in love with her all over again. She was beautiful and flawless, just like a blooming flower… no she was better by far. Whenever she glanced my way, she would have a hint of pink on her cheeks and begin whispering to Blossom again, I thought she looked rather cute whenever she did this but then again, she was always adorable.
"Dude, stop staring. You look like a love sick puppy," Brick said. I glanced back at my red headed brother and smiled.
"At least I don't have my girl tied to a leash."
"I don't have a girl," He growled before turning all smug. "I have a maid."
"That's harsh man," I said, taking the chair next to him.
He shrugged. "This is Blossom we're talking about; of course I'd be harsh."
"You never talked about her that way before," I said.
"She wasn't my maid before."
"Well then, what about the things you said about her when we moved?" I asked. I noticed Brick stiffen before turning a page in his book. "You seemed like you actually-"
"Shut up Boomer! I just… needed a reason to not move so soon. Dad's job requires us to move too often and it was getting annoying."
I glanced back at the girls to see Bubbles humming happily and Blossom looking annoyed but with a blush on her cheeks. I felt content every time I see Bubbles so happy, and it made me wonder how big of an impact she made on me… what did Blossom do to Brick? "If you could describe life without Blossom how would you put it?"
"Boring."
"That's it?"
"Well, no," He said and closed his book. "I guess things would be enormously annoying. There aren't very many reasonable people out there and I guess she reminds me that not everything in this world is ridiculous. And since I have you and Butch for brothers, I'm almost always going to need a reminder."
I stared at Brick wide eyed. Did he just… Brick raised an eye brow. "What?"
"Who are you and what did you do to my brother?!"
"What're you talking about stupid?"
"See! That's my brother! The guy who doesn't use such big words!"
He stared at me for a moment, with an incredulous expression on his face. "Boomer… you are such an idiot!" After an unnecessary smack on the head, he left me alone to ponder my thoughts. Who knew that Blossoms impact on Brick was to make him sound smart? What a miracle.
A/N: Hey! I hope this was worth the wait and please review! Make sure all the pain and agony will not go in vain! I'll see you guys next time! :D