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Chapter 7: November 18, 2007
"So when I told him about it, he noticed the mistake and changed my grade back to an A plus instead of an A minus," I bragged. Buttercup and Bubbles acted as if they were listening to me vent on and on about my schoolwork, but in reality, they could not care less.
"You are one smart cookie," Buttercup said with a sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes, knowing they never listened when I went on about my life.
Not a lot of people actually wanted to hear what I wanted to say; I could recall only two people who cared to listen. One: The professor and that was only for 15 minutes of him listening to me talk until he finally fell asleep.
And the second one was Brick. He could listen to me talk for hours and actually paid attention to what I was saying. I don't even want to talk to him anymore.
Now I had no one who would let me talk; the professor is working in his lab whenever we get home, and Brick... – I had found out – never cared about me, I guess.
"Blossom!" Bubbles yelled to get me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I shot back. She nodded her head toward the lunch lady. I looked at up in front of me.
"You're holding up the line," the lunch lady said, making a gesture for me to leave.
Before I left, I heard her whisper, "Los niños en estos días." Bubbles and Buttercup followed closely behind me.
"What did she say?" I asked Bubbles, who was very fluent in Spanish, unlike me.
Bubbles hesitated. Then said, "Uh... She likes your bow." She was lying, probably for a good reason.
I hate when people lie to me; except for good reasons. But Brick didn't have a good reason for lying to me. I-
"Hey people," our friend, Kiki sang. She was one of our closest friends. She had dark brown hair that grew past her shoulders, light brown eyes, and was – what she called herself – a "fashionista". (A/N: sorry if you really don't look like that lol.)
"Hi Kiki," I replied with a smile. She sat down with Buttercup, Bubbles, and me at our lunch table.
"So, I guess I'm a messenger now, huh?" she said. I looked at her, confused. A messenger for whom?
"A messenger?" Buttercup repeated. She nodded.
"Yeah," she chirped, "I have something for all three of you." We all sat in silence as she pulled three envelopes out of her backpack and passed one to each of us.
We all took the letters out. I unfolded the letter given to me.
To Buttercup,
Know - Wait, what?
"I have Buttercup's," I said.
"I got Bubble's letter," Buttercup added.
"Why do I have Blossom's letter?" Bubbles asked. Kiki's eyes widened and she quickly grabbed all three letters from us.
"Sorry, they didn't put names on the envelopes so I just gave each of you random ones." She gave us our right letters.
The Letters (N.P.O.V.)
Dear Blossom,
I know you are mad at me right now. Words were crossed out: I still don't know why though.
Anyway, I have been acting like I don't really care anymore the past month but I do. I used to think people were stupid when they say this but... here it goes. I can't live without you, Bloss. I can't deal with the fact that I can't be around you. I still care about you. I miss the even the smallest moments we've had; I miss the lunch dates we've had, when it was your birthday and we watched fireworks, I miss listening to you talk for who knows how long – but whatever the subject, I was always interested. But now, you won't even take a glance at me...
I got to make this quick, sorry. The truth is, I am not supposed to be talking to you in any kind of way. My brothers and I made this stupid deal to forget about you three... but I can't. So please do me a favor (I know you might not, because you're mad at me) don't tell my brothers. They would kill me if they knew I sent you a letter. Then I would kill your friend Kiki for telling me to write this letter. By the way, she is weird. She came up to me all of a sudden when I was at my locker and just told me to write a letter. If this works, I'll thank her... right after I'd thank you.
From Brick
...
To Buttercup,
Knowing you, you would've looked directly below this and checked who this letter is from. So before you crumple this up and throw it in the trash, just read the rest please.
Not that I regret it, but I was "forced" by your friend, Kiki (or something like that), to write this "love" letter (That's what she called it.)
I still have no clue what I did wrong... I plan on finding out soon. I can't force it out of you either, I already tried that... It failed as you know. I can't exactly be tough guy on you; because you jus t see right through it anyway.
You probably think I'm the worst guy ever, the worst person you ever fell for. You probably regret the day you gave me a chance. I never told you about that day... I was so happy when you finally agreed to go on a date with me, even if it was just a deal. I never felt so... He left the sentence unfinished.
And whatever it is, I am really sorry. But just remember that – whatever it is – I didn't lie all those times when I said. I love you. You are all I think about and I still love you. I'd die to hear you say it back to me again.
Butch
...
Dear Bubbles,
I miss you. I miss the times when I could hold your hand, hug you, kiss you. I miss the fact that I can't call you mine anymore. I am sorry that I still haven't figured out what I've done wrong to you. That doesn't mean I'm not trying though; I am, I'm trying really hard.
Truth is, I'm supposed to not talk to you or have any communication with you according to my brothers. They're pretty mad but I can tell they really miss your sisters too. So this letter is a secret. Your friend Kiki told me I should write a letter to you one day without telling my brothers.
Anyway Bubbles, I just wanted to say that I still love you. I love your smile, the way you just love everything, how kind you are... I'll stop before I start to fill ten pages of a list of things I love about you (: I know how much you love smileys :D. And I just suddenly remembered how much you loved me before.
I really miss you Bubbles.
Love Boomer (:
:::
Kiki sat quietly and patiently as they read their letters. They somehow finished at the same time. Blossom softly laughed before looking up from her letter. Kiki was sitting next to Blossom and she took a quick peek at the end of Blossom's letter.
Lover boy called me weird? She thought.
"You told them to write these letters?" Blossom asked me. Buttercup raised a brow and listened. Bubbles was reading her letter repeatedly, smiling to herself but quickly wiping it away.
"Well... yeah," Kiki confessed, "Why? Did they tell you?"
"Yes," Buttercup answered, "But what they don't know is that their brothers wrote one too."
"Uh-huh, so it's a secret love letter," she smiled. Then she sighed, "I wish I found someone that special..."
"Oh you will," Bubbles assured when she finished reading her letter for the fifth time. "I'm sure you will. You may not find one now though. But you will find the perfect one."
Kiki smiled but it faded. "I want my guy now..." she whined.
Buttercup scoffed. "You can take 'mine'."
Kiki gasped. "Butch? No! Never! Not that he's ugly or anything. But you and Butch were destined to be together. No, I will not take him."
Blossom rolled her eyes. "Here." She tossed her letter to Kiki. "Take Brick then."
Kiki's eyes widened. "Are you kidding! Brick is yours! I will not ever take him away from you."
"What if I don't even want him?" Blossom simply asked.
"Blossom," she cried, "You'll regret ever saying that. You and Brick are supposed to be together. Plus Brick is not my type." She scoffed. By instinct, Blossom quickly jumped out of her seat.
"What's wrong with Brick?" she demanded. Then she stopped herself and sat back down, head lowered.
"Getting protective, aren't you Bloss?" Buttercup teased.
"No!" Blossom instantly shot back. Buttercup laughed and put her hands up in surrender.
"Whatever," Kiki interrupted. "You and Brick," she pointed to Blossom, "And you and Butch," she pointed to Buttercup, "are made for each other."
Blossom and Buttercup opened their mouths to disagree but were interrupted by Bubbles' quiet voice.
"She's right," she whispered. Kiki smiled, Buttercup slowly shook her head, and Blossom had a blank look on her face. "She is right," Bubbles repeated.
"I am," Kiki agreed.
"We were made for each other," Bubbles feared, "As much as I am mad at them, we were made for each other."
"Yeah... Made to destroy each other," Buttercup snapped.
"But made for each other nonetheless," Kiki corrected.
"That was when they were raised by Mojo and Him," Bubbles said, ignoring Kiki's correction, "But when they raised themselves, their goal in life changed."
"Yeah," Kiki agreed, "I remember how much they wanted your trust." The girls grew quiet. They all slightly smiled at the memory. Blossom looked down at her wrist.
It was the pink diamond bracelet that Brick gave her. She wondered why she hadn't taken it off yet. She remembered it was the day after he had messed up on their first date; to make it up to her, he gave her that pink diamond bracelet.
"Blossom," Kiki whispered as she sat closer to Blossom. Blossom looked up at her.
Kiki took a quick glance at Blossom's bracelet. "I know you still love him." Blossom stayed quiet.
Buttercup got up and walked away.
Buttercup's P.O.V.
I could not believe Butch would actually write a letter. I can't believe that he really felt that way. I don't even... I didn't think it was possible... No. I can't. I can't be falling for him again. No, it's not true. What he did was totally unforgivable. I got to get it out of my mind. What do I do that gets my head cleared?
Soccer. After lunch, it was my soccer practice. I saw my friend Jordan.
"Hey Jordan," I greeted. She turned and smiled.
"Oh hey Buttercup. I was just going to the soccer field, wanna come?" she asked me. I nodded and we headed our way down to the field.
After I finished changing in the locker rooms, I walked outside.
The same words were repeating in my head, those simple words that made my heart race. I didn't lie to you all those times when I said I love you. But I decided to ignore the feeling.
Jordan and I walked over to the coach. Princess and her squad were practicing their cheerleading. The coach blew on her whistle.
"Girls!" she yelled, "To save some time, we're going against the guys. Alright? Boys verses girls. And trust me, if you all stick to the tricks, tips, and whatever I said during past practices, we will win! These guys aren't any better than you. For all you know, they could be more girly than you really are. Jordan, team captain and Buttercup is the goalie. Okay, let's play!"
Goalie? Ugh.
Butch's P.O.V.
Stupid coach called us in earlier to "save some time" and now we have to play against girls. Now I've never seen them play – I don't even know who is in the girls soccer team – but I know this is just a waste of time. Boys always win against girls, no doubt about it. Guys are stronger, faster, and have more skill. Girls are too worried about their hair and makeup. This game is going to be easy.
Our coach blew the whistle, and luckily my friends and I were right next to him.
"Jeez! Could you not blow the stupid whistle every second?"
"Ah! Parker! Could you tone it down!" Everyone yelled at him. Coach Parker – the toughest, but most annoying – was one of the best coaches who has been in Townsville.
"Oh calm down will ya!" Parker yelled back, "Now we're going against girls. I don't want you guys to seem like the girls in here. Butch is the team captain, Larry is the goalie. Now I want you to beat those little prissies! If you lose... You are a complete failure. Don't disappoint me. Get to the field!"
I rolled my eyes and took my place on the field. This is such a waste of time.
Both coaches blew their whistle. "Start!"
I instantly went for the ball. I continued kicking it across the field, looking at the ball. I looked up at the goal. I saw Buttercup. My first thought was if she read my letter. Then I thought maybe this game wasn't going to be so easy.. and maybe not a waste of time. I wasn't even thinking straight when I kicked the ball.
Of course she caught it before it landed in the goal. I sighed. Pull yourself together, I kept thinking.
I could hear my coach groan in disappointment.
...
"Come on Butch!" Coach Parker yelled at me, "Pull yourself together!"
"That's what I've been trying to do," I mumbled. It's been only ten minutes into the game and the girls are winning by a lot.
"Butch!" my friend Mike shouted, "Dude, what is wrong with you?"
Was Buttercup affecting my life that much? So much that I'm messing up on my best sport? Just try to forget about her...
Buttercup's P.O.V.
"Girls win!" the girls coach shouted. Instantly all the girls yelled and squealed. I'm kind of surprised that I actually could take Butch off my mind for at least 15 minutes. The whole game, I could tell that was not the way Butch usually played. His coach was giving him tips the whole time. But Butch didn't even listen.
Something was on his mind. You are all I think about and I still love you. Was it true what he said in that letter? Was he thinking about me this whole game? The whole time?
"Whoo! Buttercup, we won!" Jordan shrieked in my ear.
Does Butch seriously still love me? Anyway, if he does, I wouldn't care. He lied to me big time. I hate being lied to. I hate that I trusted him while he was hurting me behind my back. I can't go back to him.
"Buttercup!" Jordan snapped me out of my thoughts. "Why are you as psyched as the rest of us?"
I shook my head. "I... don't know. I have other things to think about." I started to walk toward the locker rooms. Jordan stopped me.
"Hey, tell me what happened... It wasn't Butch was it?"
I continued walking and she ran up next to me. She asked me again.
"It's no big deal," I sighed. But I couldn't fool her. She could see right through it.
"So it is Butch huh? Tell me what happened." I could tell she would not leave me alone unless I told her, so I did. By the time I was done, we were done changing and heading out the locker rooms.
"Do you even know Summer?" Jordan asked me.
"Well I've seen her around," I answered, "That preppy little rich girl who is always with Princess."
"Right..."
"Okay I got to go now. See you tomorrow okay?" Jordan nodded and I was off.
N.P.O.V.
"See ya Buttercup!" Jordan called as Buttercup left.
"Oh shoot. I forgot to tell Coach something," Jordan murmured to myself. She turned around but stopped when she heard faint laughing. She followed the sound to the side of the building. She peeked her head around the corner.
She gasped and quickly leaned back against the wall.
"Stupid Puffs!" she heard Princess laugh.
"I can't believe how miserable they are right now," Summer giggled.
"One thing though..." Summer continued, "They haven't seen the news with Rowdyruffs lately. What if they think they are done?"
"Not a problem," Princess scoffed, "We'll just show them another fake video like we did last time to make them think the Ruffs are evil." Jordan softly gasped.
"And what about, Townsville being destroyed by the Rowdyruff Boys?"
"Easy, Daddy is going to burn down the old abandoned toy store. That will be the next building that the Rowdyruffs destroyed."
"Then the plan is still going perfectly," Summer smirked.
"Yeah, better than I thought. The Puffs actually hate them right now. I hope no one ruins it for us." Jordan gasped again but louder this time. Princess and Summer had heard.
Jordan had no time to escape so Princess and Summer caught her.
"What are you doing here?" Summer snapped at Jordan.
"Did you just hear what we said?" Princess demanded. Jordan nodded.
"What will it take for you to keep your mouth shut?" Princess asked, "I have a lot of money."
Jordan did need money. Her family was losing money after her father had lost his job. (A/N: I know you may not be like this Jordan but hehe let's pretend Jordan in this story does...) She didn't have a mother either and no one – other than her father – could provide for her family. Maybe I do need the money from Princess Jordan thought.
"So what do you say?" Princess smirked, "I'll give you whatever your heart desires. I have all the money you could ever imagine."
"I – I..." Jordan stammered. You do need money she thought, but think about Buttercup and her sisters. They deserve to know, right? But family comes before friends. I need the money to provide for my family. Oh I don't know! I... should take the money. No. I can't!
"Ahem, we're waiting..." Summer urged, "Will you keep this little secret?"
And that's all for today people! Cliffhanger.
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