Best Friend

by AnimeKitty1896

Blossom and Brick are the best of friends now. They really get along. Brick is the coolest guy in school and Blossom is the smartest and one of the nicest. But Blossom wants more from Brick than friendship. And with Brick being oblivious to her subtle hints Blossom may just have to kick it up a notch. But can she compete with Berserk who's just as wild as Brick?

6. Chapter 6

BF 6

Bloody Beach & Teary Trails

AnimeKitty: *sobbing with joy* I'm so happy! You all love "Best Friend" so much! And I live to write for an appreciative audience (hint, hint, fans of my other stories) So I've chosen a song for Berserk to sing. It's so hypocritical it burns. But, it's worth it just to have Berserk get pretzel-knotted for her behavior.

Brick:*holding ice pack to forehead* Why did I have to get beaten up by my brothers, and take it?!

A.K.: Oh, that... For dating her, of course.

Brick: Don't f*** with me! It's your f***ing story! I don't even like wild girls! I like 'em tame so I can make 'em wild...

Blossom: So that's how it is... *walks away*

Brick: Sh**! Baby, come back! I was just making a general statement!

A.K.: Awkward... So... Onward!

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General POV:

Berserk adjusted the mike stand and nodded to Brat on keyboard and synthesizer. She then made a hand gesture to signal to Brute on drums and Brute's current slave on bass guitar.

"We are Berserk & the Banshees, but it's mostly just me. And we'll be singing Boyfriend by Ashlee Simpson. It's based on a real experience that happened to me."

Three counts and they were starting.

Berserk took a deep breath and sang, "Ha, Ha, Ha,

Ha, Ha, Ha,

Whatcha been doin'? Whatcha been doin?

Whoa, Whoa,

Haven't seen ya 'round,

How you been feelin'? How you been feelin'?

Whoa, whoa,

Don't you bring me down,

[Album version:] All that shit about me,

[Radio version:] All that stuff about me,

Being with him,

Can't believe,

All the lies that you told,

Just to ease your own soul,

But I'm bigger than that,

No, you don't have my back,

No, No, HA

[Chorus]

Hey, how long till the music drowns you out?

Don't put words up in my mouth,

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Hey, how long till you face what's goin' on,

Cause you really got it wrong,

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Well I'm sorry,

That he called me,

And that I answered the telephone,

Don't be worried,

I'm not with him,

And when I go out tonight,

I'm going home alone,

Just got back from my tour,

I'm a mess girl for sure,

All I want is some fun,

Guess that I'd better run,

Hollywood sucks you in,

But it won't spit me out,

Whoa Whoa, HA

[Chorus]

Hey, how long till the music drowns you out?

Don't put words up in my mouth,

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Hey, how long till you face what's going on?

Cause you really got it wrong,

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Hey, how long till you look at your own life,

Instead of looking into mine,

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Hey, how long till you're leaving me alone,

Don't you got somewhere to go?

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Whoa, whoa, whoa ha

Whoa, whoa, whoa ha

Please stop telling all your friends,

I'm getting sick of them,

Always staring at me like I took him from ya'

[Chorus]

Hey, how long till the music drowns you out?

Don't put words up in my mouth,

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Hey, how long till you face what's going on?

Cause you really got it wrong,

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Hey, how long till you look at your own life,

Instead of looking into mine,

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Hey, how long till you're leaving me alone,

Don't you got somewhere to go?

I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Whoa, whoa, whoa, ha,

Whoa, I didn't steal your boyfriend,

Whoa, whoa, whoa, ha,

Whoa, I didn't steal your boyfriend"

There was minimal applause and some- okay a lot- of boos.

Then it was time for the judges to speak. First was guest judge Simon, from X-Factor. "Berserk, is it? I don't know what you were thinking choosing this song. The band was in sync, just not you. Your voice wasn't in it and quite frankly, you faltered all through it. You gave me high when the song demanded low. You screeched when the song wanted a powerful "whoa"... Honestly, if I were you I'd stick to small club scenes."

Berserk twitched a little, but did nothing. She didn't care what the snooty British judge said. He barely liked anyone.

Next was the nicest judge ever, Taylor Swift. She looked pained. "Honestly? Like for all honesty's sake? I didn't like it... I mean the band was great. Just... Berserk did you read your lyrics? I'm not trying to be mean. But I've heard better today."

Berserk felt the urge to fly over and yank out each blonde tress with the greatest of force. But what didn't she care what Taylor Swift said. A country-pop singer who sang her everyday life; she was a glorified Hannah Montana.

After Swift, was Shakira. "You didn't move with zest or flavor! I couldn't feel the experience you claimed before hand! I'm sorry but no!"

Then came Will. I. Am. "Baby, you were missing that spark I wanna see in every performer. I've seen more spark in a dead battery. Go big or beat it, Berserk. And you just beat it."

Next came Mick Jagger, who basically said she was horrible, in more words...

And last was Justin Bieber. He was jamming to it still. Finally, someone who appreciated talent.

Then he noticed it was his turn. "Oh," he murmured. He slowly took out earbuds from his ears and sheepishly said, "I kind of stopped listening in the second verse. Sorry, but you guys were off today."

Berserk exploded in rage. "I'm off?! I'm not fantastic. I'm the fucking queen of talent. You all need to get your ears checked!" With that she stomped off the stage.

Brute, Brat and slave girl caught up later. Berserk exploded at them too. "You guys if anything are to blame!"

"What the Hell are you smoking this time, Berserk?! The judges- fucking Simon Powl!- said we were on it. You were the screw up bitch tonight, big sis. And I do mean big. You look like you gained some." Brat huffed.

Berserk threw her guitar across the room. "This is such a nightmare! I finally get rid of Blossom-the-bitch, but I get stuck with washouts for band mates."

"Aw, don't cry Berserk..." a familiar voice tsked.

"Yeah, we'll make it all better..."

"A few blows to the head, and a mind scramble here and all this will be a pleasant memory compared to the pain you'll feel..."

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Berserk bounced once on the sand and rolled away to dodge a bolt of black lightning. "Six against one isn't all too fair!" she coughed. She caught her last molar in her hand and glared up at the airborne crusaders.

"And hypnotizing Brick into beating on Blossom isn't fair either!" retorted Raven.

"Suck it, Princess Emo-bitch!" Berserk launched lasers at her head. Which Raven promptly swiped away.

"Suck this in, whore!" Raven replied, sending seven bolts at her. Berserk narrow dodged them and called on her chaotic energy control to summon bat-wing shields from her back.

"You turds are so fucking dead! You think I'm limited like this. Unlike Blossom, I can glide easily. And I don't mind slicing skin!"

She launched herself at Raven, only to have Bubbles and Boomer shoulder her into a sideways tailspin.

She quickly recovered only to meet BC's charged up Nuclear Fist Grinder face first. She flew back and crashed into the cliffs leaving a major crater. Screaming in fury, she tried to claw at BC. She met air twelve times before Butch kneed her in the stomach and roundhouse kicked her toward the sidewalk.

Instead she collided with a chest.

She looked up and saw Brick. "Brick-y-poo..." she purred.

"What are you doing here?" BC spat.

"Supporting my girl." Brick shot back, coldly.

"Oh, Brick-y-poo... With you by my side, I know I can beat these bitches and their lap dogs." She turned to face them and sneered. "And so what if I used my Psycho Stare on him. A little deceit and trickery never hurt me before."

Harsh hands grabbed her bat wings. "Never say never, Serkie." Brick whispered in her ear. He yanked one out, hard. Berserk screeched in bloodcurdling pain and broke out of Brick's hold.

"You said you were supporting me!" she fumed.

"I said MY girl, not a sadist who gets her kicks from ruining the lives of those smart enough to cut ties with her." Brick stalked after her, his stride determined, his eyes full of hatred and anger and contempt. "Blossom knew me, better than even I knew me. She tutored me in French when I didn't even know I was having problems. She took extra notes for me when I fell asleep in class. She fucking cooked me breakfast since I can't cook worth shit. And thanks to you, and my own fucking insecurities, she's hurt and crying until she passes out."

"You think this'll make her forgive you?! She hates you now! You're better off being evil!" she reasoned.

He paused. "You know, you're right, Serka."

Berserk relaxed at the nickname. But the Brick vanished from in her sight.

Again, rough hands grabbed her wings. "She may not forgive me just by me doing this, but for Blossom, I'd do anything." With a wet, sticky rip and cry of pain, Berserk thudded to the beach as the sun set on the horizon.

Brick tossed the bat wing away and looked around at the bloodied beach. "I fucked up bad..." he started. "But I meant what I said. I wanna make it all right. Blossom's the world to me."

All assembled faces looked grim. Finally, Crow stepped forward. "Start by taking a fucking shower; you smell like shit and blood."

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Blossom slowly tiptoed from her hotel room dressed in a red hooded jersey jacket and black cargos. She slipped past the front desk and out to the beach, backpack on back.

"I need to get away... I know you aren't to blame, Brick..." she whispered as she saw him trudge in between their siblings and Rae and Crow. "But I need to relight my fire... Without you..." Tears falling in fat drops, Blossom took flight and flew to... Wherever... Anywhere but Hawaii...

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Morning came with frantic searching and Blossom's name being heralded through out the hotel via megaphone, speaker system and Bubbles' voice.

"She's not on the sixth floor." Butch reported.

"She's not on a tour." BC said.

"Not on floors two or three." Crow sighed raggedly.

"She's not on the first floor or the lobby." Boomer groaned.

"She's not on the fifth floor." Bubbles wailed.

"She's not on any of the beaches, luau sites or historical tours." Brick groaned.

"And she's not on the island period." Raven finished. Finally they spied Brick's French dictionary. A pink tinted envelope stuck out from the pages.

They all clamored for it. Raven came out on top. "It's from Blossom..."

"Kind of figured, Einstein. What's it say?" Brick demanded.

"It's for you..." she murmured.

She handed it to him and he nearly tore the letter trying to open the envelope. His hands shook as he unfolded the letter. With six other pairs of eyes scanning it, he read:

Dear Brick,

I still love you. I know it's cliche but I do. I left for my own needs. Hearing that I was changing you in ways you didn't want... Even if it wasn't true... I realized I needed to find myself again. I need to find Blossom, the leader, again. I'll be in touch. And when I've found Blossom again, we can be friends again. Boomer, Butch, take care of Bubbles and Buttercup for me. I know they'll be crushed. And if you guys are reading this, that means you've forgiven Brick like I knew you would. And also, remember to clean your rooms. And Buttercup? Don't pick on Bubbles.

Raven, you are one of the greatest friends I have. Beast Boy's lucky to have you. Don't worry about me. I'm going to be fine.

Crow, you are amazing. Tell Nova she's a lucky gal to have a guy that in love with her. And yes, you are the king of Guitar Hero XII. Don't let it get to your head.

With all my love,

Blossom.

Brick fell back, Relieved yet depressed beyond compare. "She still loves me..."

"She'll be in touch?!" BC fumed. "She nearly dies and suffers de-Puff-cytosis, and she leaves?!"

"Blossom..." Raven sighed.

"B..." Crow slumped into a chair.

"She even left her ribbon!" Bubbles wailed.

"She'll be fine, Bubbs." Boomer reassured her. "She's Blossom; she never acts irrationally."

Sniffling, Bubbles nodded.

"She's got a lot of explaining to do..." BC ranted. "When I get my hands on her, I'll- I'll-I'll..." Her threat faltered.

Butch hugged her close. "BC, cool it! This won't do anything. She said she'll be in touch. She needs time."

BC frowned but nodded. "Fine, I'll give her a till the end of summer."

Brick stared up at the ceiling. "I just realized the most important thing ever."

At they accumulated stares, he continued, "I'm fucking crazy in love with Blossom."

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~A WEEK LATER IN AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION~

The smoky atmosphere was charged with musical energy. The girl onstage held the guitar like a pro, despite her depressed aura.

"I'm Blossom and I'll be singing My Happy Ending, by Avril Lavigne. Acoustic-style."

She began to strum the notes and let her heart, her slowly recovering heart, take over.

"So much for my happy ending

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

Let's talk this over

It's not like we're dead

Was it something I did?

Was it something You said?

Don't leave me hanging

In a city so dead

Held up so high

On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew

And I thought we could be

[Chorus:]

You were everything, everything that I wanted

We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it

And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away

All this time you were pretending

So much for my happy ending

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

You've got your dumb friends

I know what they say

They tell you I'm difficult

But so are they

But they don't know me

Do they even know you?

All the things you hide from me

All the shit that you do [CD version]

All the stuff that you do [radio edited version]

You were all the things I thought I knew

And I thought we could be

[Chorus]

It's nice to know that you were there

Thanks for acting like you cared

And making me feel like I was the only one

It's nice to know we had it all

Thanks for watching as I fall

And letting me know we were done

[Chorus x2]

[x2]

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

So much for my happy ending

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh..."

She slowly came back to earth as the music club erupted in applause. Smiling for the first time in a week, she wiped at the tears budding in her eyes.

She exited and went back stage. From there she replaced her guitar in its case and hefted in up.

"Goodbye, Seattle... I hardly played you."

Exiting Coffee Notes, she took flight, tears freely falling, and catching the light of the moon.

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A.K.: Touching... Review please. I'm beginning to wish this would never end. But it must. And thank you for all those song suggestions. I'll try and feature a lot more. I probably will do two or three more chapters. PS: Berserk is done for now. Is Brick redeemed in your eyes? If not, then what happens next will shock you.