So sorry for the late night update! there was a dance at school! and it was freakin' awesome!
Buttercup: PARTY ALL NIGHT!
Butch: what the hell is she doing here?!
Me: I told you, you were being replaced! now get out! *pushes Butch through a window*
Buttercup: Read on! enjoy!
*glass breaking, Butch on the verge of tears*
"Blossom, hurry up, we're going to be late!" Bubbles called from the living room. Blossom was searching her room for a thin sweater to wear since it wasn't very cold outside. She hastily rummaged through piles of clothes on the shelves in her closet and drawers. With no luck finding her soft pink sweater, Blossom pulled a thicker black sweater from the now messy drawer. She shoved the drawer to close but it wouldn't budge. Blossom stuck her hand into the overstuffed drawer to pull out the object that blocked it. She grunted, pulling out a red hat. Brick's first hat. The very same hat he used to hold so near and dear to himself. The same hat he'd given Blossom as a sign of their friendship so many years ago.
The hat meant a lot to Blossom. The fact that Brick willingly gave her his most prized possession touched her heart. The moment she woke up with the red fabric in her face she realized her counterpart would always be there for her. Only, he wasn't there anymore. He made it clear that he wanted nothing more to do with Blossom, and it stung her worse than any bee ever could, and she was allergic to them.
"BLOSSOM!" Blossom knew that tone of Buttercup's voice. It meant that she'd better get her ass downstairs before Buttercup broke another picture frame. Blossom stuffed the red hat into the drawer and rushed downstairs.
Butch and Brick were standing on the side of the hallway at school, looking around for their brother.
"Hey guys" Boomer said from behind Butch, making him jump.
"Boomer I almost punched the blond out of your hair! Don't sneak up on me like that! Where were you this morning?" Butch asked.
"In the middle of the night I went to the forest and cried myself to sleep" Boomer replied emotionlessly. Brick and Butch furrowed their brows at Boomer.
"Just kidding" Boomer said with a fake smile. Brick wasn't amused. "You weren't kidding, were you?"
"No not all" Boomer mumbled, hanging his head. "But I'm not giving up that easy. I still have a chance to ask her to the dance, have either of you seen BC?" Brick simply shook his head in silence, obviously still mad about Saturday's events. Butch looked behind Boomer and pointed.
"Haven't seen the girls yet, but I do see Mitch with a bouquet of awfully bright pink roses." Boomer glared in Mitch's direction as he walked passed.
"Hey Mitch, what's with the flowers?" Butch called. Mitch smiled mischievously.
"I'm gonna ask BC to the dance, duh!" he replied. Butch nudged Boomer in the side.
"No you're not!" Boomer called. Mitch turned to see Boomer glaring daggers at him and he took off running at full speed down the hallway. Boomer followed closely behind, but the groups of students standing right in the middle of the hall like it was the normal thing to do made it hard for him to use his super speed.
As Mitch rounded a corner, he spotted Buttercup at her locker, taking out books for her first few classes. Boomer grabbed Mitch's collar and wrestled him for the bouquet of flowers.
"Drop the stupid flowers Mitch!" Boomer demanded.
"In your dreams Bubble Boy!" Mitch countered.
"BUTTERCUP!" both boys shouted. Mitch jerked his hand back, pulling the flowers from Boomer's grip, and shoved him into a trashcan just as Buttercup turned around. Groups of chattering teenagers blocked Boomer's view of Buttercup and Mitch.
Mitch approached Buttercup with a cocky smile and outstretched hand. Buttercup stared at the brightly colored roses with disbelief.
"Buttercup, will you be my date to the dance this Wednesday?" Buttercup furrowed her brows.
"Wednesday? Why is it in the middle of the week?" she questioned.
"We have a four day weekend, Thursday is Staff Development Day, and Friday is some random holiday" Mitch replied.
"Oh, cool" Buttercup said, walking to away to her first class. Mitch perked up at the realization that Buttercup left and chased after her.
"WAIT! You didn't answer my question!" Buttercup turned back to Mitch with a glowering expression.
"Why do you want me to be your date, I wasn't even going to go" Buttercup protested.
"Oh come on BC, it'll be fun. And I want you to be my date because I like you, a lot" Mitch smiled charmingly.
"Shit..." she mumbled so quietly only super hearing could catch it, a look of surprise never leaving her face.
"Did you say something?"
"Nope… uh-" Buttercup was going to turn him down, but noticed the pleading look he gave her. Sure Mitch was very good looking. And sure, he did save her life the other day, but there was something in his eyes that made her mind warn her to leave him in the friend zone, forever! Buttercup sighed, peeking up at Mitch's determined eyes. He wouldn't give up. That is what she concluded. If she said no now, it would open up a gate for him to annoy her to no end until she said yes.
"If I say yes, will you stop looking at me like a fucking creeper?" she asked plainly.
"Absolutely!" Mitch exclaimed happily. He handed her the roses and kissed Buttercup's lips roughly, catching her off guard. He pulled away, winked, and walked in the other direction, leaving a very confused Buttercup behind. She stood there, in the middle of the hall, stunned and confused. He kissed her. But it didn't make her feel any different. Nothing sparked, and she didn't suddenly fall in love with him like in movies. Buttercup glanced down the hall where Mitch walked down, and caught sight of blond hair peeking around the corner. She shook if off and continued to her class.
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Butch wandered the hallways with Brick trudging behind him. The only reason Brick followed him was so if he ran into Blossom, she would talk to Butch and not him, making things less awkward. Butch, however, was searching for the bouncy blond Powerpuff. He spotted Buttercup looking uneasy and grasping the roses he saw Mitch with earlier. Butch figured Mitch won the little "fight" between him and Boomer.
"Morning BC!" he called. Buttercup stopped dead in her tracks and glared in Butch's direction.
"WHAT?!" she snapped. Butch's cheerful smile instantly dropped.
"Fucking shit, Brick! Buttercup's in a bad mood! Retreat!" he exclaimed, pulling Brick by the arm and behind a trash can. Buttercup rolled her eyes and entered her class.
"You're an idiot" Brick said coldly.
"What's wrong with you? Usually you play along with me when I do stuff like that." Brick ignored Butch's questions. "I'll see you later." With that he left to his own class. Butch hated seeing his brother like this. Ever since the fight, Brick had been quiet and just not himself. He briefly wondered if Blossom was the same way, but spotted the sweet blond he had been looking for all morning.
Bubbles was literally skipping down the hall, sliding out of the way of passing students and teachers with ease. He watched her greet a few friends with a friendly wave and her contagious smile, and gently open her locker. Butch put on a charming smile and made his way to ask Bubbles to the dance. The closer he got to her sticker-filled locker, the more Butch's heart began to pick up in speed. He felt his palms get clammy and his stomach twisted.
By the time Butch was directly behind Bubbles, all he wanted to do was turn around and make a run for it. In his mind, he was supposed to be getting her attention by lightly tapping her shoulder, but the connection between his brain and muscles in his arm seemed to be broken. He stared at the back of Bubbles' shiny blond head and urged his arm to lift, but nothing happened. Seeing his arms simply were not going anywhere, Butch opened his mouth to call her name, but no sound escaped.
Bubbles shut her locker and resumed her skipping to class, not knowing Butch was behind her. He took a deep breath. His heart slowly returned to its normal pace, and he felt less tense. That has never happened before. Asking a girl on a date always came easily to Butch, and he'd never had a problem asking Bubbles before either. Cursing himself, Butch slowly made his way to his first class.
Brick wandered the empty halls of the school with his hands in the pockets of his favorite red sweatshirt. The bell had rung over twenty minutes ago, and Brick didn't plan on going to his first period anytime soon. His first class of the day used to be the only reason he got up in the morning to go to school, aside from Butch and Boomer being extremely loud in the kitchen attempting to make breakfast. He loved Chemistry. It was simple to understand and Brick actually found a lot of the equations fun to solve.
The one thing that kept Brick from going to class was the fact that Blossom was there. He remembered how Blossom's sweet smile used to force a small smile to grace his lips as well, no matter how tired or annoyed he was. They were always partners when it came to experiments, and sometimes the teacher would tell them to stop raising their hands since they were only ones answering questions.
Now, however, Brick didn't even want to be in the same room as Blossom, let alone sit next to her. He wasn't sure if she would either start up another argument, or just let awkward silence fill the air between them. Either way, Brick didn't want to deal with her.
Brick rounded a corner and found he was near a janitor's closet. The very closet that had a ladder to the roof, where Brick often went when he didn't feel like going to class, or wanted to be alone during lunch. He glanced around, making sure no one was around, and entered the dark closet. Climbing the ladder, Brick remembered bringing Blossom here the first time he convinced her to ditch class with him. It took a lot of talking, but she eventually gave in. As Brick climbed the ladder, he remembered talking about anything and everything. Being best friends, Brick could tell Blossom anything, whether it was embarrassing or personal, and she could do the same with him.
Brick shook his head. There wouldn't be any more times like that. Brick wouldn't breathe another secret to Blossom's listening ear after she swore never to tell. Their friendship was over, and Brick really didn't want to think about all the memories he created with Blossom. The only thing that would keep him from completely despising Blossom, would be the fact that years ago, Blossom trusted Brick and his brothers to behave like normal citizens. She knew that if they turned out to still be evil, Blossom and her sisters would be blamed, but she gave Brick her trust. But that was it. That was the only thing Brick admired about Blossom. Other than that, he hated her.
Brick made it up the long ladder and pushed open the door to the roof. Before he could pull himself onto the roof, Brick froze at the sound of muffled sniffling. Hugging her legs to her chest and head buried in her knees, Blossom sat a couple yards from where Brick was. He was motionless. He'd only seen Blossom cry one other time, when her very first boyfriend tore her heart to shreds. Brick wondered if it was him she was crying about for a moment, and confirmed it probably was seeing the wallet sized picture of the two of them tightly clenched in her hand. It was a picture Brick had put inside his locker, but he ripped it out, letting it hit the floor, when he went to the locker earlier. Blossom must have come across it and broke down.
Suddenly, all of the hate and fury Brick felt towards Blossom eased off a bit. Seeing her so upset and practically bawling her eyes out made Brick a little… guilty. Though, he wasn't sure if it was guilt. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't like it. Brick quickly floated back down the length of the ladder, letting the door slam shut, and rushed out the closet. He felt furious for some reason, and bolted out of the school, completely ditching for the day.
...
Blossom's head shot up at the loud slam. She wiped away her tears and studied the small picture in her hand. After noticing Brick wasn't going to class, she figured the reason and excused herself to the bathroom. She knew he wasn't sick or anything because she saw him briefly before first period started.
On her walk to the restrooms Blossom began to tear up, and when she passed by Brick's locker,she noticed the photograph lying on the floor. She picked it up and saw that it was no accident since the tape was still very sticky. Tears began to spill out of her eyes even more and Blossom rushed into the nearest room, which was the janitor's closet. She recognized it as the closet Brick showed her that lead to the roof, and climbed the long ladder. That's how she ended up there.
Staring at the picture, Blossom felt more heart broken than when her first boyfriend cheated on her. In the photo, Blossom and Brick were hanging up-side-down on the monkey bars at the park, and forming a heart with one of each of their hands. Bubbles took the picture for them, thinking it was one of the cutest things she'd ever seen. Another tear dripped off Blossom's face and onto the picture. She wanted nothing more than to have Brick back. She lost her best friend. And she was pretty sure she lost him for good.
Me: Yay! well there's that chapter! and don't freak out on me! there will be lots more Butchubbles in the next chapter. this was showing his new conflict, and we're getting close to the seriously adorable ButchxBubbles scenes!
Buttercup: Speaking of Butch, where is he?
Bubbles: *looking out the window*... I think he's dead...
Me: *looks out window*... nah. I think I see this chest moving, he's fine. he's just being a drama queen!
Butch: DRAMA KING!
Me: whatever. anyway, hope you like it! Sorry the Butchubbles parts seem a limited to anyone, but I SWEAR you will have wonderful moments for them!
XOXO