Butterfly Chapter 6

(Blossom's P.O.V.)

I smiled at Bubbles after waving away Bricker and Boom. Boomerang was too odd of a nickname for me, I liked Boom better. As they rode off in Boomer's dark shimmering blue Mustang, I sighed.

"Where do you think B-cup and Butchie Boy went?" (A/N: I know I'm going overboard with the nicknames!) Bubbles pondered out loud.

"Hopefully somewhere appropriate and legal." I could only really hope.

Bubbles laughed, clutching her stomach, after her giggles died down she said, "Yeah -giggle- sure."

My face paled as I thought of all the bad possibilities of places Butch took her too. Bubbles had to pinch me to make me wake up from my "day-nightmare".

"Have some faith in her, she'll be okay." Bubbles grinned at me as she placed a small, dainty hand on my shoulder. I nodded, shaking all of the bad thoughts out of my head.

"Want to race?" I asked, I hoped it was a no though, I hated to go over the speed limit, even though I've never actually done it, the thought scared me. I was not in any way going to be a criminal, even in the littlest way possible. I usually asked Bubbles, because when she would win she would smile with pride, she liked to be the winner sometimes too.

"Nah, not in the mood." she shook her head and I silently sighed in relief.

I got into my Volvo, turned the car on and pressed lightly on the gas pedal. I drove home with the radio on a decent level, not like Butter who loved to blast it on max whenever she was in mine or Bubble's car. Or in her own.

Once I saw our two-story home, I turned off my car and grabbed my phone, since it had started to vibrate in my pocket.

New Text Message From Bubbs, my screen read.

Boomer texted me asking if I wanted 2 go 2 the Zoo with him. I said Heck ya!

So I'll be home later, hopefully in time to get you ready for your date, if I don't come home in time sorry!

~Bubbly Bubbles~ (Butch gave me the nickname!)

I smiled at the Bubbly Bubbles thing, it was weird how everyone had personal nicknames for each other. Brick called me Red, I called him Bricker, Bubbles and Buttercup call him Brickly, Butch calls him Brickinator, Boomer just calls him Brick. Butch calls Buttercup Butterfly, me and everyone else call her either B-cup or Butter. Butch calls Bubbles Bubbly Bubbles, me and Buttercup call her Bubbs with Brick and Boomer. Boomer's called Boomerang by everyone but me and Butch, who call him Boom and Boomie. Plus Butch is either Butcher or Butchie Boy.

How weird. I decided just to text back

Okay. Good Luck.

*Blossom*

I walked up the driveway, then opened the door to our new, fancy and big house. I wasn't exactly thrilled that the Professor had gone on a 4 month trip to a science convention in Belgium, but it was a once in a lifetime chance to be invited to this particular convention, and he did offer to take us with him, but we refused. So were here stuck alone for 4 months until he comes back, Butter's super excited about it, Bubbles misses him, and I'm nervous for the lack of parental supervision.

I walked up our wide, ballroom-like stairs. The Professor discovered some new type of atom or something, and he had gotten a huge amount of money for it. We had a grand house from that, and the Professor personally paid for each of our cars when we turned 16, so we had things pretty steady.

I opened the door to my room, flopping onto my Rosie Pink king-sized round bed. I took out my homework from my backpack and started to finish it.

It had been 35 minutes and I was on the last problem when my phone rang. I sighed and picked it up saying a polite "Hello, Blossom speaking."

"Yo Red!"

I knew the voice instantly, it was Brick. I checked the clock, it was only 4:00 pm, we still had 2 hrs before our date. OH NO I ONLY HAVE 2 HOURS BEFORE OUR DATE! I needed to start getting ready!

"Oh, hey Bricker. Wasn't our date at 6 o'clock?" I quickly got up, the phone tucked in between my shoulder and chin, jogging towards my walk-in closet, where about three-fourths of all my clothes were all different shades of pink.

"Well, yeah. Does it sound lame that I just wanted to talk to you?" his voice sounded as though he was telling me a huge secret, guess it was his manly pride thing.

"-laugh- No, Bricker. I would never think something like that was lame." I smiled, getting out my outfit. I decided on pink tight jeans (A/N: not necessarily skinny jeans canzie! ;]) that had elegant dark pink swirl designs. A plain dark pink tank top that never failed to show off my curves in all the right places. Plus matching dark pink stilettos.

"Cool. So whatcha up to Red?"

I froze momentarily, I wouldn't lie.

"Getting ready." I put it simply, even though my room was the messiest its ever been since we moved in, with pink nail polish all over, mixed in with other rejected outfit candidates. I had managed to put away and save my homework though. I was trying desperately to curl my hair fancy, but not that fancy.

"But we have like an hour and a half or so before the date!" He sounded shocked and at the same time flattered, I am SO glad he couldn't see me blushing through the phone!

"Hey I'm a girl remember! Besides this is our first date, I want to look nice!" I pinned half of my long, now curly, red hair in a ponytail with a pink sparkly clip.

"Heh, don't worry I didn't forget you were a girl. Besides I predict there will be many more dates in the future for us." He sounded so sure, and my face grew hotter and my poor heart almost hurt by how fast it was going!

"Well I have to keep getting ready okay? See ya at my house in…half an hour!" I smiled as he said goodbye and hung up.

I pulled my extra special sparkly red lip-gloss out of my purse. I had worn it today since it was the first day of school, and my first date with Brick, dare I say, was deemed worthy of my extra special sparkly red lip-gloss!

I spread it across my lips, then put on cover-up, mascara, blush and eyeliner. I slipped into my stilettos after I was done. I stood up with grace as I walked downstairs, to the door, and took a step outside. I was trying to determine if the night air was cold enough for a jacket. As a harsh wind slapped my naked arms and face, I ran back inside, shutting the door and hastily grabbing my jacket. I threw it on as I heard a knock on the door.

I got out my phone to check the time: 6 o'clock exactly. I ran back to the door and slowly opened it.

How do you breathe again?

Brick was standing in front of me, looking as though, well, I don't think words were made yet to describe how just, amazing he looked! He still had his cap on, I doubt he would take it off that easily, but he had on black normal jeans that were probably what he thought were meant for special occasions. But dang he looked great in them! He also was striking in a red plaid men's shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows! He looked godly! Gorgeous! Any other adjective to handsome!

"Damn." it took me a couple of seconds to realize it was me who had whispered that, and once I did, all the blood rushed to my face. Brick blushed too, but he still smirked and said,

"Isn't that my line?" I blushed even harder, not only from the flattery, but I didn't particularly like to swear, I've only ever done it 7 times in my life, counting what I just said.

Brick held out his hand, and I took it immediately. He smiled. Then we both walked to his car. I only faintly noticed it was a Blood-Red Navigator. I liked it.

He opened my door for me and I chuckled, accepting and loving his chivalry. He walked to the driver's seat, hopping in and immediately taking my hand again.

"I thought you all shared the mustang?" I hope I didn't sound nosy.

"Well, we use to. Were not as well off as you guys are -he pointed to our new house- but, Butch and me got jobs and we could afford another car. The only reason why Boomer kept the mustang was because of his puppy dog face. Hey! It's a good one!" He said as I giggled a bit. "Then me and Butch agreed we would share this one, which was hard since he wanted to paint it green, and I wanted it red. So we agreed that the outside would be red, and the inside would be all green." he said indicating the forest green seats and walls. How did I not notice that before?

"Nice, I like the way you work for everything you want. The only reason me and my sisters are as well off as we are is because our dad is a professor, scientist if you will. He invented an atom or something similar to that last year. What sucks about it is that he goes off on trips all the time now, and right now he's off in Belgium for a science convention for 4 months." I said this as I looked out the window.

He squeezed my hand.

"You miss him." He stated, it wasn't a question.

I nodded. "He's my dad. Of course I do."

We drove in comfortable silence for the next 2 minutes, before he pulled up to Emma's Red Rose. He got out of the car first and then went all the way back around to my door and helped me out. He wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked from the parking lot to inside of the warm restaurant. A waitress that had been in the entrance immediately came up to us and without a word, signaled us to follow her. As though she was assigned to wait for us. She seemed to have a scowl on her face as she led us to an empty table.

"I see you have a date tonight, Brick." Her voice was cold. But she was kind of pretty, she had long, curly, brown hair that cascaded down her back to her hips, like mine. Her eyes were a muddy brown though, and her body was slim. I didn't like the way she was eyeing me, then looking at Brick as though he was crazy. I wanted to rip her head off.

"Yup, and I would suggest to drop the attitude and stop looking at Blossom like that. You know well Emm-Mom doesn't like it when her waiters are unfriendly." He had on a glare that was pretty intimidating. He seemed to stare her down, but she backed down quickly.

"I'm sorry. I keep forgetting you're the owner's son." she said, ducking her head out of respect. Brick's eyes narrowed at her words, but I could question him after she was gone.

She was gone.

"You're the owner's son?" I asked quietly.

"Long story."

"We both have time. Besides I like stories." I smiled to encourage him. He looked skeptic at first, but then he finally settled on,

"You have to tell me a long story about you afterwards then too." I nodded immediately.

He sighed, then started off by saying, "Me and my brothers live on our own. We always have been since we ran away from our orphanage when we were 12. They had educated and treated us all well, but we just didn't want to be there anymore. We headed for a place that we actually knew how to get to. Citiesville. We had been taken from our parents at the age of 4. Neither Butch nor I could remember them, but Boomer said he could. We didn't believe him. But for whatever reason, we just remembered how to get to Citiesville."

"Once we were there, we stayed in some rich guy's home that he had furnished and stocked, but didn't stay there unless he felt like it. He still hasn't stepped foot in that place. We were scared he would come there and kick us out, so as soon as we had the jobs and the money, we left, taking what we needed with us. That was when we were about 14, a month from turning 15. We rented a cheap apartment, filled it with the furniture we could buy, and some from the rich guy's house. He didn't care, just replaced them. After we turned 15, living in that crappy apartment for 10 months, we met our mom."

"But it was on accident. Me and my brothers had still gone to school, so once, after school was over, I decided to treat my brothers to some food. Here at Emma's Red Rose. The minute we came in, I noticed the owner was looking at us funny, as though trying to remember a fuzzy memory. I ignored it, so did Boomerang, but Butcher didn't like the way she was studying him, so he went up to her and straight-up said 'What's up with you lady? Why do you keep looking at me and my brothers weird!' she had gotten a chance to look at Butch's face real well, and I guess by the way he was acting, she recognized him. She had hugged him to her chest and started crying, Butch pretty much freaked out."

"He tried to get away from her, but she had a grip he couldn't brea."

That's where I interrupted out of curiosity, "But doesn't Butch have super strength like the rest of us?"

He smiled, "I'm getting to that part. He was stunned that this women could hold him down, so he started to call for us. We ran over and the woman was saying, 'Brick? Boomer? Oh gosh, your all still together! My beautiful, beautiful sons!' that really freaked me out. I was about to grab Butch out of her arms and run when Boomer slowly walked up to her and said, 'Momma? Momma is that you?' The women dropped her grip on Butch, who instantly raced to my side, clinging to my arm, scared, but curious. The only reason my feet wouldn't move was because I wouldn't leave my baby brother with some lady. At least that's what I told myself. Boomer and the woman hugged and cried, until I finally spoke, 'Boomer. Here. Now' he zoomed back to me out of instinct, and when he tried to go back to the lady, I clutched at his shirt."

"He struggled to get out of my grip, but after a small command, Butch helped me hold him down. I had glared at the woman and said, 'Who are you and why does Boomer keep calling you Momma?' she looked at me and stepped forward to me, Boomer kept calling out, 'Momma! I want Momma! BRIICKK, Butch is holding me again after you told him to stop!' she glanced at my brothers then at me. Tears welling up in her eyes at what Boomer was saying, acting as though it was some sort of great music to her ears. 'I'm his and yours Momma. It's easy as that Brickie. Come on, come to Momma' she had spread her arms, wanting me to hug her. I stood still. She knew my name, then I noticed the color of her eyes. They were red. Just like mine. Her hair was the same blond Boomer's hair was, except his was a bit darker then her almost bleached-blond head. I could see Butch somewhere hidden in her face as well. 'Drop him Butch! Momma's home! She'll scold you bad if you don't stop teasing Boomer and listen to me!' the words just tumbled out of my mouth then, in an odd texan accent I never knew I hade. They were so familiar, as though I had said it a million times before! Butch responded immediately, 'Aw, Brick! Momma won't care if I tease Boomer here a little!"

"From then, she said that her name was Emma Jojo, before married to Jay Jojo, and that she was our Momma-Mother. Then she explained to us that our father had died in a fire at our house in Kentucky, when we were four. The state had mistaken our small stove fire for carelessness and deemed our parents unable to take care of us. Me and Butch didn't remember her and our dad because trying to get out of the house, we both scared Momma by not saying anything when we ran to get Boomer, who was sleeping in his room when it happened. We succeeded in grabbing him, but when we were exiting, both of us hit our heads on a pipe by the door. Then we literally fell into the arms of our super-powered mother waiting outside."

"After that, we moved into her house. We've been living there for about 3 months. Me and Butch are still adjusting, but Boomer instantly clung to our Mother for the first month, until he was sure she wouldn't leave him again. So yeah."

After I processed everything that Brick just told me, I took his face in my hands and turned it so that his face was just inches away from mine, and kissed him.

After we broke apart, I whispered, "You are an amazingly strong person, Brick Jojo. To go through all that you went through, I don't know if I'd be able to still stand. And I would love to be your girlfriend."

He looked confused about the girlfriend part, but he just smiled before kissing me again, "I would love that too."

I worked REALLY hard on this chapter, so please review! This chapter is dedicated to FanFLover! Even though I didn't use her idea for this chapter, it still inspired me! And I will be using one of her ideas in the next! Again, REVIEW! Not to be picky, but just one review and I'll update, because then I'll know you want me to keep posting if you review!