BF 4
BGW: Brick Gone Wild part 1
AnimeKitty: I wuv you all! And I say wuv so you won't take me seriously and I won't get random date requests in the reviews. Also, Blossom's a goodie-goodie, so any cursing during her POVs is bleeped. Besides: with Berserk's potty-mouth and vulgarity, I'd have to make this rated M! So... Fourth chapter; really psyched about it. Onward!
~Two Days Later, the Day before the Jam~
Brick had the most amazing swimmer's body ever. That was the only thought coursing through Blossom's head as she lounged in her hotel room on her bed. The weather outside was terrible. In fact, it was so bad, they'd pushed back the jam to Saturday instead of Friday. Of course everyone would still watch the Earth Jam on Monday, 8 eastern, 7 pacific.
She rolled over onto her stomach, thinking back to what the producers had said. The party downstairs; the one where the top artists' hits would be playing nonstop until eleven (for sleep purposes) at night in the Cove lounge- the biggest lounge the Grande Hawaii Hotel had.
She thought about her outfit- a conservative pair of white cargos and a red tank top- and wrinkled her nose.
Suddenly, someone knocked on her door. "Come in," she said.
Moments later a black vortex swirled in her bedroom and Raven and Crow came up from the ground.
Raven was clearly ready for the party, dressed in a blue violet Skulls of Fury band T-shirt, a black denim skirt that went to her mid-thigh, ripped tights and her signature boots.
Crow looked ready to go too, in a blood red Mortal Terror band T-shirt, black skinny jeans and his signature tanker boots. He had a two hoodies slung under his arm.
"It looks like your suitcase blew up in here." Raven commented, picking up a light blue bikini top.
"Or a hurricane cleaned your room for you." Crow suggested.
Blossom paled. "I was searching for clothes."
"The search is over." Crow drawled.
"I meant, a totally hit outfit for the party that'll have Brick's eyes only on me." Blossom groaned, getting to her feet. "And so far, all I have is this." She waved her hand at her outfit.
"Your closet opens to a pocket dimension, in which you have over fifty-thousand outfits, not counting your shoe choices and this is the best you can do?" Raven said dryly. "Not your finest work, Blossom."
"I know... Help me, please."
"Where's Bubbles?" Crow asked. "Isn't she the coordinator for this kind of thing?"
"She's with her boyfriend and BC is arguing with Butch elsewhere... I'm all alone..."
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Raven hated it when her friends made the puppy dog face at her. When Starfire did it, it was a nightmare.
When Blossom did it, it was the closest thing to Skaag Torture.
She sighed. "Fine, I'll help."
Blossom's puppy dog pout was wiped away faster than half price shoes on one of Bubbles' shopping sprees.
Raven looked around the cyclone of clothes. "I can't pick anything in this." She snapped her fingers and the clothes hovered in the air, suspended by her powers.
She spied a pair of knee length Converse All-Stars with wedge heels, not too high, but not exactly flat either. She used her powers to slid them to a nice clean corner of the room. Looking at the suspended clothing, she found a white denim skirt with a pink-studded white leather belt. That went on the bed.
She frowned, looking at her options, for tops: a couple one-shoulder tops, three spaghetti strap tanks, and a black ripped-off-sleeves tee that sported Pink Carnage on the front.
"You like Pink Carnage?" Raven voiced.
"It's a great band!" Blossom defended.
"I know it is... I didn't expect you to be into it though." Pink Carnage was an awesome band: an all girl, mainly rock based band. They were epic on many scales. Especially Felicity Nocturne, the lead guitarist, lead singer and a founding member of the band.
She was featured on the shirt in a pink imprint. Her signature mohawk gave way to the name of the band in scratch print.
Raven flipped the shirt, and gasped. "You got her signature boot print?!"
"We saved her and her band from a plan crash last year. I happened to be wearing the shirt and she signed it for me." She turned scarlet. "Brick even went with me to the concert in Bali. Even though PC didn't agree with him, he went with... And he even stayed awake the whole time."
Raven placed it reverently on the bed. She also picked out her elbow length fingerless pink-and-black striped gloves. "There; an outfit."
Blossom squealed and did what all emotional girls did: she hugged Raven tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed in Raven's ear. "This is guaranteed, Emperor Caesar stamped approval, to make Brick notice me!"
"Glad I can help; but this frenzy of fashion has to go." Raven eyed the mess with palpable distaste.
Blossom slumped slightly. "Before I get ready, I'll make this place presentable..."
Raven grabbed her arm and used her powers to put her outfit in her hands. "Crow, you can take this, right?" With that, the girls were gone.
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Brick chilled in the corner, still seen by all who mattered and invisible to those that annoyed the fucking daylights out of him: *cough* Berserk *cough*!
Nursing the least alcoholic drink he'd had since Blossom's birthday party five months ago, he scoured the party for some girl- any girl, really!- who could take his mind off of Blossom Utonium.
He spotted a brunette who was wearing a short dress that barely covered her ass, a blonde who was wearing a red leather vest, and a black leather skirt and thigh high leather boots. Sexy, he absently thought. He wondered how Blossom would look in something like-
What the fuck?! He scolded himself. No Blossom thoughts! It's giving nice-guy voice a fucking ego trip.
He took his secret flask out of his back pocket and doused his drink in the whole thing. So what; he was nineteen: almost legal.
Suddenly, ruby red finger curved around his cup. "Thanks, Brick-y-poo... I love a good make-shift spritzer." Berserk purred, extracting his cup.
She downed the hard-vodka infused virgin piña colada in one gulp and smiled.
"Great, now I'm out of liquor..." Brick muttered, starting to move away from her.
Berserk pressed her red-silk wrapped body around his arm. "What's your hurry, bad boy? Got a certain red-headed goodie-goodie to find?"
Just as he was about to tell her to go pay some male whore to screw her, he heard Blossom's voice.
"What's your malfunction, Serkie? A little out of touch with reality?"
Brick whipped around and nearly swallowed his tongue. Whoever had dressed Blossom had dressed her to kill of ninety-eight percent of the male brain cells in the party. And he knew because his were rapidly deteriorating.
Her fiery hair was tousled in a Devil-may-care way that drew out every golden strand to perfection. The ripped-sleeves shirt she wore hugged her curved and showed the barest hint of midriff. And the white skirt that stopped at her mid-thigh. Looking down, he saw she was wearing the converse-style boots he'd gotten her for her birthday- What?! She'd endlessly drooled over them for a month and a half.
She was... Hot? No, not even close. Smokin' hot? Pathetic. She was...
"Fucking hot, Pinkie." Brick voiced.
She wrinkled her Jose at him, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Really, Brick..."
"Look who took a walk on the wild side." Berserk sneered. "What? Did it finally sink in that you looked fucking pathetic in lace and frills?"
Blossom seemed like she was about to retort, but the someone grabbed her hand. It was Emo-boy.
"B, they have a whole collection of P.C mementos. Even the Tour to Death!" Emo-boy exclaimed, seemingly happy.
"Isn't it illegal for Emos to show emotion?" Brick snapped.
"Isn't it illegal for you to be this blind? C'mon, B, Rae's waiting." With that Emo-boy stole his... His what? Blossom wasn't his; well, except his best friend. But anything else was null and void.
"Cheer up, Brick-y-poo. I know just what will get you revving again." Berserk purred.
"God! Would you fucking-" Brick whirled around to tell her off, her caught her Stare.
Her Psycho Stare. Shit, he thought as his baser personality reared up.
He faintly heard Berserk snicker. "This'll teach Miss Awesome Blossom..."
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AnimeKitty: Berserk has the ability Pyscho Stare, which transforms people into their baser personalities: like a reformed murderer goes on a killing spree, a reformed smoker begins chain smoking, etc. The effects don't last. This is used to counteract Blossom's Stern Stare, which makes criminals act right, also limited to half an hour. Yeah, these moves irritate the eyes so they aren't used much. Review please, because this next chapter might make you hate Brick for life...
Brick: *Reading over script for next chapter*What the fuck?! You're gonna make me lose all my fans!
A.K.: If they are loyal they will stay; if they are phonies... Brick's address is 1289 Baker Street, Townsville-
*Brick tackles A.K. And holds her mouth shut.*
Brick: Just review; and don't hold it against me.