OKAY OKAY OKAY! I won't say much because I'm so happy I finished this! thanks so much for being patient and I again im sorry for not updating properly yesterday.
and please, if I ever happen to mention posting a story before I'm completely done with it... SLAP THE CRAP OUTTA ME! I will give you my address, just slap me! I will NEVER do this again! wow I really regret that... "oh, I'm just going to post the first chapter! i'll have the whole story done WAY before I even post chapter 3..."... WHAT THE heck was I thinking!
anyway, finally done.. hope you like! Btw, it's over 6,000 words! I'm so proud!
"Pineapples, because they're sweet and the name is fun to say!" Bubbles giggled as she hung up-side-down on the money bars with Butch. They had been hanging for at least ten minutes, laughing together and sharing little details about themselves they didn't know, like favorite fruits.
Butch chuckled along with her until her laughter died down enough for him to give an answer. "Pomegranate! Because they're fun to eat and I can spit the seeds at Boomer when he annoys me!" This made Bubbles giggle even harder, her entire face turning red both from hanging up-side-down and laughing so hard. Butch thought she would slip right off the bars and fall face-first into the sand beneath them. Bubbles eventually calmed down long enough to ask the next question.
"O-Okay… Um, favorite thing to do? Mine would be having fun with my sisters and friends! What about you?"
Butch smiled so genuinely, Bubbles thought she could stare at it for hours. Typically, Butch's smiles were fake and mocking, or a mischievous smirk. But when he was around Bubbles, he gave her a grin that was full of complete bliss and made her heart practically melt. He stared into her eyes for a moment, captivating her with his content smile and relaxed forest green eyes. "Looking into your beautiful one-of-a-kind, blue eyes."
Bubbles' heart skipped a beat. Butch's voice was so sweet, so calm, and it sounded nothing like when he spoke compliments to other girls. They're eyes locked in a gaze that seemed to last forever.
Snap.
By instinct, being a super hero, Butch broke his gaze with Bubbles to find the source of noise. He turned his head to see a small white rabbit staring at Butch with radiant red eyes. Bubbles had spotted the rabbit as well and smiled warmly, but was caught off guard when Butch let out a deafening shriek. Butch clumsily unwrapped his legs from the bars, falling into the sand, and in a streak of dark green, he was on the other side of the park.
Bubbles let herself off the money-bars, trying to suppress her giggles from Butch's girlish screech, and picked up the bunny in her hands.
"Butch, what's the matter? It's just a cute little bunny" she asked, an amused smile gracing her features. Butch trembled slightly from where he stood and glared at the small creature in Bubbles' hands.
"More like a furry ball of pure evil! That thing attacked my face at my most vulnerable state! And the only reason no one noticed is because the evidence scratches it left healed before Monday!"
Bubbles giggled once again, beginning to walk toward Butch. "You know, you shouldn't base your feelings about all rabbits because of the appearance and actions of one." She was directly in front of Butch, the bunny still in hand. "You never know," Bubbles held the rabbit out for Butch. He hesitantly held his hands up, allowed Bubbles to place the soft rabbit in his hands. "It may actually be really sweet and caring, unlike some others." Butch brought the bunny closer to his chest and it snuggled into his vest.
Bubbles captured the moment. It was heart-warming to see Butch in such a sensitive state. He had just let her see a side of him that not many people knew about; a caring and lovable side. She used to think Butch was just another guy that would kick her heart around like it was the ball in a game of soccer. She had too many experiences with guys like that, that she didn't see the honesty that had been in Butch's heart the entire time.
The bunny moved to jump out of Butch's hands, so he slowly set it down in the grass. Before scampering off, it wiggled its pink nose cutely at Butch, and then at Bubbles, as if saying goodbye.
"I'm sorry." Butch glanced up at Bubbles, who suddenly found the blades of grass very interesting. He furrowed a brow at her.
"For what?"
"For never giving you a chance. It's just like you and that bunny. I based feelings about you on my past experience with guys I thought you were like. I never took the time to realize how good-natured you could be. So, I'm sorry." Bubbles hung her head. Butch stepped closer and lifted her head up by the chin.
"That's just something we have in common then. But we just helped each other learn a lesson, so now I have a new furry friend and you got to see another side of me" he said. Bubbles let her eyes meet Butch's again and smiled brightly.
"Not only that, I think this also helped me find the guy of my dreams…" Before Butch could process what she said, Bubbles leapt up, wrapping her arms around his neck in a passionate kiss. Butch wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly and lifting her just inches from the ground.
They pulled away and shared yet another long gaze into each other's eyes. Bubbles let out a small giggle and buried her head into the crook of Butch's neck. He tightened his hold, as if afraid she'd disappear, and gently rested the side of his head on hers. Butch finally had his bright ray of sunshine.
A drop of water hit Butch's forehead, and he looked up at the cloudy sky. Slowly, more drops of rain began to trickle down around them. The pair broke apart and stared up at the clouds, but held hands tightly. Before they knew it, the clouds unleashed larger drops much quicker until it was a full-blown rainstorm.
"Oh, how cliché!" Butch complained to no one in particular. Bubbles laughed aloud and pulled Butch by the wrist to find somewhere dry. They ran to the sidewalk and glanced around for anything to keep them dry until the rain stopped. Bubbles' eyes widened when she spotted a small building with an "open" sign in the window. She turned back to Butch with an enormous smile.
"I'll take you up on that ice cream date now!"
"Just admit it Blue!"
"Absolutely not!" Boomer smirked at Buttercup over the air-hockey table.
"Come on! Stop being a sore loser! It was seven to three; you suck at this game!" Buttercup gestured to the digital score board that hung over the table.
"I'm not a sore loser, Butterfly. I'm simply stating the fact that that was a lucky win." Boomer's cocky smile never left his face as he challenged her.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well then, what do you say to one more round?" Buttercup held up three arcade tokens and cocked an eyebrow up.
"Bring it on Powderpuff." Boomer teased. Buttercup glared, but couldn't resist the smile that tugged at her lips when he acted "tough". She inserted the three tokens and the score board reset itself.
…
"I swear you cheated" Buttercup curled her lower lip in a pout. Boomer chuckled at the slight innocence that graced her features when she did that.
"Oh, stop being a sore loser Butterfly!" he said, mocking her earlier words. Buttercup rolled her eyes good-heartedly and lightly pushed Boomer to the side.
"And besides, there is no way I could have cheated. We played for a full twenty minutes! You may have lost, but you don't go down easy… I like that."
Before Buttercup could even register what he had said, Boomer had already walked off. He stepped onto the Dance Dance Revolution platform and pressed a random button with a large grin spread across his face. He glanced back over to where he left Buttercup and waved her over.
"Come on Butterfly, I bet the school's D.J. isn't playing music as awesome as this machine!" Boomer slid two tokens into both player slots and pressed start. Buttercup chuckled to herself and joined Boomer on the platform.
Boomer mindlessly hit buttons out of excitement to get started and the music from Toxic by Brittney Spears began to play. Buttercup laughed as Boomer stood in a ready position, as if he was preparing for battle.
"This is your idea of awesome music?" she cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Oh come on, it's a remix!" he replied cheerfully, his eyes fixed on the brightly colored screen. Buttercup returned her attention to the screen, and before she could even blink, multiple arrows shot up from the bottom of the screen. Buttercup moved her feet as fast as she could without tripping over herself, but could barely match up a single arrow. She glanced at the blond beside her and noticed he wasn't having any more luck. Boomer had to have been at least ten beats behind, and he seemed to give up within twenty seconds into the song.
"You put it on expert?!" Buttercup lightly punched Boomer in the arm when she took another look at the screen.
"Huh, I guess I did!" he exclaimed. Boomer took Buttercup's hands in his and danced wildly. Buttercup laughed out loud as Boomer spun her around and they bounced aimlessly on the platform. The goal to stomp on the correct arrows was long forgotten and instead they made a sad attempt at a fast paced waltz.
Boomer's heart raced at the sound of Buttercup's enchanting cries of delight. The song ended abruptly and the machine announced their failure. The pair held their stomachs out of laughter at the sight of their horrible scores.
"Wow we suck!" Boomer said in between chuckles.
Buttercup held her eyes closed from laughing so hard, as she began to walk off the small platform. "Yeah, but I sucked slightly less than yo- Whoa!"
Buttercup misjudged the height of the platform and one foot stumbled off the edge. Boomer was quick to wrap his arms around her waist and cut her slip short. He froze with Buttercup in his arms as if he was in the middle of dipping her during a slow dance.
Buttercup didn't move a muscle either. Her breath got caught in her throat as her eyes met with the striking blue ones just inches from her face. His hold on her was firm; it was strong and protective. She could barely make out an expression of fear behind Boomer's dazzling navy eyes; as if he was really afraid for her safety.
Did she really mean that much to him?
The most that could have happened was that Buttercup twists her ankle, maybe. Her heart picked up its pace by a billion times under Boomer's gaze. He was afraid, yet confident. By the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around her, Buttercup sensed his strength and power. But behind that, was the caring and watchful side of Boomer everyone was well aware of.
Boomer tried his hardest to gather up every ounce of courage he had. Buttercup's eyes went from shocked and caught off guard to calm and mesmerized within seconds.
"Just do it!" His subconscious told him.
"You're losing your chance with every second that passes by!"
"She's going to stand up by herself eventually!"
No matter what his mind told him, Boomer couldn't find the power to move an inch. He just stood there, his hands tightly gripping Buttercup inches from him and his eyes never leaving her sweet, pale green eyes. The only thing that cut the gaze short for a hundredth of a second was when Buttercup finally blinked. Her gaze seemed to harden, as if searching for any sign in Boomer's eyes.
"…What are you thinking about Blue?" she finally asked once she gave up trying to figure it out herself. Boomer blinked, and briefly glanced at her lips directly in front of him. Luckily, he was able to sum up enough courage to speak.
"Something insane…" he spoke softly. Buttercup allowed a meek grin to grace her face, along with a slight pink hue.
"…Well, Butch is my counterpart, so I guess it's safe to say I'm insane too. I'm up for whatever bizarre idea you had going through that cute head of yours." Buttercup's eyes had softened and Boomer automatically noticed the look of bliss on her face.
Boomer was sure Buttercup could hear his heart beating a zillion times faster. He was moments from releasing his hold and running for his life, but he couldn't do that. He stared into the eyes of the girl of his dreams and reality. Buttercup was gorgeous. Everything about her was amazing. She could, and has, taken down monsters and villains and still look amazing. She effortlessly, and unknowingly, stole his heart and countless other guys in school. He couldn't let her slip through his fingers. No, not again.
Not ever again.
Boomer pulled Buttercup closer to him. In the slow motion of it, he could feel Buttercup slowly wrapping her arms around his neck as his lips finally met hers. Boomer's hold got tighter, much more secure as if he was afraid she would vanish and he would realize it was all just a dream. Before Boomer knew it, he pulled away and was looking into her eyes again.
The kiss was short, but Buttercup definitely felt something. Boomer had placed such a gentle and loving kiss on her lips, but she still felt that electrifying spark she had always wondered about. The kiss was nothing like the one she'd shared with Mitch.
Boomer lifted Buttercup back on her own two feet, but never took his arms off her waist. Buttercup lowered her hands to his chest, where she could feel his heart racing. She smiled, hoping to calm his nerves.
"Buttercup?" Buttercup met Boomer's gaze once again. He took a deep breath and relaxed. "Just go with your first thought…" Boomer replayed his brother's words once again.
"I- I like you, a lot… and you know what, to be honest I'll even go as far to say I love you. You have no clue how much it hurts to think that what I'm saying could mess things up, but it hurts even more holding in this feeling I've had. Buttercup, I'm crazy about you. And I swear I fall for you harder every single day… I just hope tha-"
Buttercup was smart enough to realize that he doubted himself. She placed a hand over his mouth to silence him. "How long have you felt this was Boomer?" she asked, suddenly very curious.
"… A while" he answered, his cheeks getting redder and redder by the second. Buttercup rested her head on Boomer's shoulder and whispered.
"Well… I think I'm starting to fall for you too…"
The rain dulled the once bright color of Blossom's dress. The pressure of the water straightened out the waves that Bubbles had worked so hard to get perfect. Blossom trudged along the sidewalk through downtown, on her way home. She could have taken the car, but that would have meant cutting whatever fun Buttercup was having short. Blossom didn't want to ruin her sister's fun just because she was a horrible friend to Brick.
Normally Blossom could easily shake off a nasty glare from an enemy, but this specific scowl stung her like crazy. And she knew exactly why. Not only was Brick not supposed to be her enemy anymore, but after his harsh stare and words, she realized the real reason why it hurt so much to lose him.
Blossom was in love with Brick.
She never noticed the feelings because they were such great friends. But after feeling the pain of losing him, she was forced to realize how she truly felt, and that just added more to her pain.
For once, Blossom felt hopeless. She felt like, if she had the chance to apologize, she wouldn't be able to find the words. Not to mention the fact that she was almost positive Brick wouldn't give her the chance anytime soon.
She came to a halt at a stop light and patiently waited for the light to turn green. As Blossom waited, she heard a small amount of metal hitting concrete. She looked at her wrist and noticed that her silver charm bracelet had slipped off. She knelt down to the ground and when she couldn't find it on the sidewalk; she shoved her hand into the small puddle of water that collected against the sidewalk.
With no luck, Blossom sighed as she stared at her reflection in the puddle. As the ripples she had created settled down, she spotted a figure in red standing directly behind her. Blossom gasped softly.
"Brick?"
Blossom quickly stood up and turned to face him. She realized that he was holding a black umbrella over her, but held a blank expression on his face. The look made Blossom want to burst into rambles of apologies and pleas for his friendship back. But, just as she expected, when she tried to speak her voice wouldn't let out a single syllable.
"B-Br… I-I'm s-s-" Blossom stuttered, unable to form a worth apology. Just as she was about to attempt to speak again, Blossom was surprised to suddenly feel Brick's strong arm pull her into his chest and hug her tightly. She didn't have to give it much thought before she wrapped her arms around his waist.
Brick rested his chin on the top of her head and just stayed that way for what seemed like hours before he finally spoke so quietly, that even with super hearing Blossom could just barely catch it. "I'm sorry Blossom."
She raised her eyes as if trying to look at Brick, and he seemed to tighten his hold on her. "I'm sorry Blossom." Brick repeated sorrow clear in his voice. "I'm sorry for this entire thing. This fight, the nasty looks I've been giving you, I'm sorry for all of it."
Blossom pulled out of his iron grasp to look him in the eyes. Desperation. That is what she saw deep behind those tough red eyes of his. It was like he was missing something, something important. Blossom parted her lips to tell Brick not to apologize. That she was the one who should have been apologizing, but Brick gently placed his hand over her mouth and shook his head as if to say he wasn't finished.
"I thought that by breaking our friendship on my terms, I wouldn't be as hurt. But, all that did was hurt you and drive me beyond insanity. I realized I was just as hurt as you. When I saw you leaving that dance, I saw the feeling I was trying to ignore this whole time with pointless anger. I was stupid Bloss, and I'm sorry… I'm so sorry." Brick never let go of Blossom's gaze, and when she furrowed her eyebrows at him, his heart dropped with despair.
"Brick, I'm the one that should be apologizing. This whole situation made me realize that I've always been pretty uptight and bossy. And I never really give you the chance to show that you can lead our group too. You lead your brothers just fine without me, and all I did was try to claim the title as leader to myself…"
Brick allowed a small smile on his face. Blossom really was amazing to him; she was able to accept her own mistakes. That was just another thing they had in common (although it took Brick a little longer to realize it), and another reason he loved her.
"Well it looks like we both have some self-issues that need to be addresses…" he said. Blossom returned his cheeky grin.
"But we can fix them in time… together, friends?" Blossom questioned.
"The best" Brick chuckled as he looked at their surroundings. They still stood rather close to the edge of the sidewalk, and Brick took a few steps back with Blossom doing the same. He then held up a thin silver chain with three small charms attached to it. Blossom's eyes lit up with joy as she reached for the bracelet.
"My charm bracelet! I thought I lost in the puddle!" she exclaimed as Brick clasped the chain securely around her wrist.
"Which reminds me. What are you doing, walking home alone in the rain?"
Blossom giggled lightly and briefly wondered why she didn't ask anyone for an umbrella at least. "I guess I just felt like being dramatic" she joked.
"…Well then it's my turn to be dramatic." Before Blossom could ask what he meant, Brick tossed his umbrella over his shoulder dramatically (as promised), and took hold of Blossom's hand. Brick held one of her small hands in his, his other firmly on Blossom's back, and leaned downward to dip her. Blossom held onto his hand for dear life, afraid she was going to fall right on her back, but Brick broke all nervousness when he gently placed his lips on hers.
Blossom felt her heart skip a beat as the kiss seemed to last a thousand times longer than it really was. Brick slowly brought Blossom back up, still kissing her, and let go of her hand to rest it with the other on her back.
A smile was able to find its way on Blossom's face despite the kiss. She felt warm and over-joyed to have Brick back, and the kiss was just icing on the cake.
"-I don't know how Butch got that thing, but Bubbles was not letting him get away with stealing her favorite stuffed animal." Boomer said between laughs. Buttercup was sitting across from him at their table in the food section, laughing hysterically.
"Bubbles can get really crazy if you mess with her, even I get scared of her" Buttercup managed to say despite her laughter. Boomer couldn't be happier at that moment. Just seeing Buttercup's face light up and hearing her harmonious laugh, sent his heart miles away.
As Boomer watched her laughs die down, he scooted his chair so he was right next to Buttercup. Once she calmed down, she met Boomer's gaze and allowed her lips to form her beautiful smile. Boomer examined her face, finding not a single reason a guy wouldn't like her, and noticed a small cluster of black bangs that refused to stay in place. He remembered how Buttercup had been hopelessly trying to keep the few strands of hair out of the way all night.
He reached up and gently tucked the strands of hair behind Buttercup's ear, then lightly caressed her cheek. Boomer smiled when he saw a light blush spread on her face. He moved his hand under Buttercup's chin and began to pull her face close, when the strands of hair fell back in her face, right in the middle. Boomer glared at her bangs and pushed them back again, only to have then return to the center of her head. This continued a couple more times until Buttercup finally spoke up.
"What are you doing?" she asked, giggling slightly.
"Trying to be romantic…" he replied, still focused on her bangs. Buttercup rolled her eyes good-heartedly and leaned forward in a flash. As fast as she pressed her lips to his, she pulled away with a huge smile.
"Is that romantic enough for you?" Buttercup chuckled at the stunned expression Boomer gave her. Boomer smiled and shook his head. "I could stand a bit more."
Buttercup leaned forward once again, but this time Boomer was ready and leaned as well. Their lips met in a much longer, more passionate kiss than either of the earlier ones. When they broke apart, Buttercup caught sight of the clock on the wall.
"Shit! I should be getting home soon, come on" she said, standing from her seat. Boomer stood up and the pair began their walk to the girls' house. Once outside where the rain was slowly dying down, Buttercup reached into her small purse for her phone. Instead of her cell phone, Buttercup pulled out a set of keys and gasped. Boomer glanced at her with concern.
"… Blossom gave me the keys to the Professor's car!" she exclaimed. She stared at the keys, wondering what she should do, and simply stuffed them back into her purse and continued to walk. "Oh well, I'm sure one of her friends will give her a ride."
Boomer chuckled, as he walked by her side, reluctant to reach out and hold her hand. After a few minutes of silence, Buttercup glanced up at him with a small grin and deep in place.
"So… I'm pretty sure we haven't made it official yet, so… do you wanna be my boyfriend?" she asked sheepishly. Boomer felt his heart skip a beat for about the hundredth time that night and returned her smile.
"Aw, Butterfly! You stole my job. I even had this whole huge set up planned out!" he joked.
"With green balloons and a giant chocolate cake?!" Buttercup played along.
Boomer nodded his head. "And I was planning on popping out of said giant cake with flowers and a banner asking you to be my girlfriend!" he said enthusiastically. The two laughed as they walked down the wet sidewalk.
Boomer took a moment to notice how different Buttercup really was. She wasn't like most girls, who would have worn heels to the dance. From her style to her attitude, Buttercup was not like any other girl he'd met.
"She is definitely one-of-a-kind" he thought
"Nothing would make me happier… " Boomer said, properly answering her question. When he looked at her, he saw her smile grow wider than he'd ever seen. Buttercup lifted her arm and took Boomer's hand in hers as they walked.
"But, she's my one-of-a-kind butterfly…"
Bubbles giggled uncontrollably as Butch put the finishing touches on his poorly made mint chocolate chip ice cream snow-man. He set two gummy bears on the top of the "head", and used chocolate candies as the buttons and eyes.
"Top that work of art Sunshine" he challenged. Bubbles scoffed and sat back, allowing Butch to see what she had done with her birthday cake ice cream. His jaw practically hit the table what he laid eyes on the miniature model of the girls' house. The only thing that was missing was the three round windows that lead to the girls' bedroom, otherwise it was perfect. Bubbles had broken up pieces of her cone and used the ice cream as glue.
"How did you make that with one little cone?!" He asked, astonished.
"An artist never reveals her secrets!" Bubbles answered, throwing her arms in the air for effect. Butch raised an eyebrow at her before bursting into laughter.
"That's a magician!"
"Same thing!"
"Not even close."
Bubbles laughed along with Butch as their works of art began to melt into creamy messes. She caught sight of the grumpy employee glaring their way, probably annoyed that they won't eat their desserts and leave since they were the only two in the parlor. Bubbles held back a giggle at the man's irritated expression, and stared at her miniature house.
"What's with you?" Butch asked when he noticed she was no longer laughing about their childish antics.
"We… are so gonna get kicked out! He hates us!" she whispered, still trying to contain her laughter. Butch smirked as he turned his head slightly to look at the man. He chuckled to himself.
"Especially considering we did walk in here soaking wet!" he added.
Bubbles decided that it would be best if they ate their ice cream and left quickly before they annoyed the employee even more. "I'm going to get us some spoons okay?" she said, standing from the booth. As Bubbles slid out of the seat, her arm brushed ever so slightly against the tray that their ice cream sat on. Before either could realize what was happening the tray, along with their frozen works of art, slid off the table and onto the newly cleaned marble floor.
Butch stood up and was at Bubbles' side in an instant once he saw the furious stare he was giving Bubbles. All she could do was stare wide-eyed at the mix of colors splattered all over the floor. The grumpy employee trudged towards the couple with a bucket and mop. Bubbles looked guiltily up at the man.
"I'm so sorry sir! I'll help you cle-"
"Just… leave… please…" the man growled, making Bubbles quiver with more guilt. Butch placed his arm around Bubbles' shoulder and hastily lead her out of the parlor before the man exploded with rage.
Once outside, the pair burst into hysterical fits of laughter. They must have laughed for four whole blocks before they began to calm down.
"…I… feel so bad!" Bubbles breathed between chuckles.
"Hey. Don't feel bad Sunshine. You're laughing so you must know it was pretty funny!" he said. She nodded, but anyone could tell she felt a bit of shame.
"You know it was an accident, so just laugh about it and don't beat yourself up!" Bubbles let out a loud giggle and threw her arms around Butch's neck, hugging him tightly.
No one really knew about the sweet and caring side of Butch that hid behind the sarcastic player. At school he put up a show, making people think he didn't have a care in the world. But Bubbles was well aware of the kind of person Butch really was. He was lovable and completely amazing in her eyes.
As the icy cold droplets of rain became scarce, Blossom and Brick still held onto each other. Blossom had her head rested his shoulder, and her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Brick embrace Blossom as close as he could with his hands firmly around her waist. The pair slowly swayed side to side in a small circle to the soft music coming from Brick's smartphone.
Blossom couldn't help but feel so right in his arms, so protected. And yeah, it was corny to be slow dancing in the light drizzle of rain, but they were supposed to be at a dance, so might as well. Suddenly, multiple chimes and alarms went off from the little antique clock shop they near. The redheads looked up from their comfortable stance at the many clocks that signaled a new hour.
"I should be getting home, before the Professor has a panic attack" Blossom said. She untangled her arms from around Brick's neck and immediately felt cold. Brick chuckled as he took out his phone to turn the music off.
"Well then lets fly…" Brick began to take off when Blossom cleared her throat rather loudly. He looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. "What?"
"I can't fly in a dress!" she gestured to the still soaking dress.
"Why not? You flew all around town in a dress when you were five" Brick argued, floating back to the ground.
"…But we wore tights under our dresses!" Blossom gripped the rim of her pink dress, "Do you see any tights right now?"
Brick rolled his eyes playfully and stepped closer toward her. "Fine, then let me carry you so we can at least get there faster than walking." He outstretched his arms, waiting for Blossom to nod or even jump right into his arms. When she didn't, Brick sighed, "I promise I'll fly slowly so you don't mess up your hair!" he mocked.
Blossom scoffed, but placed an arm around his neck, "It's too late to save my hair, the rain already ruined it." Brick scooped Blossom up in his arms in bridal style and slowly flew above the city and toward the girls' house.
They soared through the now cloudless night sky, the breeze pushing the hair out of Blossom's face. She clung tightly to Brick, despite his slow speed, and rested her head on his shoulder. And even though she was in nothing but a small dress, Blossom was warm in Brick's hold.
"You know, I don't believe I ever thanked you Bloss." Brick spoke up. Blossom lifted her head to look him in the eyes, confusion clear on her face.
"For what?"
Brick smiled before he answered. "You practically risked this city's trust in you and your sisters for my brothers and I to live the life you have. You enforced justice so much that you gave it to three eight-year-olds, who could very well have been traitors. That's something I can never thank you enough for Blossom."
"Well, it's easy to risk so much for someone you love…" Blossom's cheeks took on a shade of red that matched Brick's tie.
"I love you too Blossom." Brick's hold on her seemed to tighten, as if he was hugging her. Blossom wrapped her other arm around Brick to return the embrace. They glided through the sky just like that all the way to the house.
When they landed Brick gently set Blossom on her feet in front of the door. She rummaged through her small red purse for her house key and began to unlock the door. Before opening the door, she glanced back at Brick, then at the cold night sky.
"Why don't you come inside for a while? We can get some hot chocolate to warm up." She offered. Brick nodded and Blossom opened the door for them. He stepped inside and, after closing the door behind him, was shocked at what he saw.
Bubbles and Butch were seated on the couch, hand in hand, and watching T.V. Upon hearing the door shut, Bubbles perked up and spotted her sister and boyfriend's brother staring in awe to the sight before them.
"Little Blue, how much did my psychotic brother pay you to pretend to be his date for the night? How much is he paying you? You know he's got like five-hundred bucks he thinks I don't know about hidden in his pillow case!" Brick interrogated Bubbles from across the room. She giggled and Butch just sent his brother his sharpest glare.
"He didn't bribe me, I agreed to go. And we had so much fun and now WE'RE A COUPLE!" Bubbles announced cheerfully, throwing her arms in the air for emphasis. Butch laughed and pulled her into his arms tightly to prove her point.
"And it looks safe to say you two worked things out?" Butch asked the two leaders over Bubbles' giggling.
"We've more than worked it all out" Brick replied, taking Blossom's hand in his. Forgetting about the hot chocolate, they joined Bubbles and Butch on the couch. After a few minutes of group laughs, the metallic clink of the doorknob was heard.
All attention was focused on the pair that entered the house, or more so, on the intertwined hands of Buttercup and Boomer. Buttercup kicked the door shut with the back of her shoe, her face red and a slight glare in place. Jaws were practically on the floor at the sight. There was an awkward silence and staring contest between the six teens. Buttercup's lips shook with annoyance until she decided to break the silence.
"What!" she barked. Boomer remained calm as he half expected soothing like this to happen. Butch was next to say something, jumping up from his comfortable seat next to Bubbles and pointing a mocking finger at Brick.
"You owe me fifty bucks asshole!" he shouted.
Brick rolled his eyes and smirked, "That's okay, it'll come out of your little stash anyway."
Boomer tugged on Buttercup's hand and led her to the couch with their siblings. He gave Butch a cheeky grin. "You bet that I could get her to be my girlfriend! That's so sweet!" he cooed.
Butch and Brick both laughed. "Actually I bet that Buttercup would eventually be crazy enough to be your girlfriend." Butch said. He earned sharp glares from Boomer and Buttercup.
"Why you son of a-" Buttercup rose to slap sense into Butch, but Boomer grabbed her hands and pulled her into his arms where she calmed down. Bubbles giggled happily at the sight of her counterpart finally holding the girl of his dreams.
"Wow Boomer! Who would have thought you'd be the one to tame Buttercup!" Blossom teased, making everyone but Buttercup and Boomer burst into laughter.
"Tame?!"
"Hey, where's the Professor?" Blossom asked, intentionally changing the subject.
"He was in his lab, but Butch and I convinced him to get some sleep" Bubbles said.
"Well then maybe we should get going. It's been a long night and I think it's safe to say I'm not the only one who's getting tired." Brick said, gesturing to Boomer, who was struggling to keep his eyes open wide. Buttercup giggled softly and pulled Boomer up from the couch and led him toward the door.
"I'll miss you" Bubbles said sweetly to Butch as they followed their siblings.
"Stay bright Sunshine. I'll be back tomorrow, and we have this whole weekend to be together!" he quickly pecked her on the lips before stepping outside with his brothers.
"Boomer! Where's the car?" Brick asked. Boomer's eyes shot open with surprise and he looked around clueless.
"What? What are you talking about? You have the keys" he said. Brick stared blankly at him, and Boomer slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out the small key ring. He smiled meekly at his older brother.
"I-uh, guess it's still at the school…"
Brick sighed in annoyance. Blossom came from behind him and wrapped her arms around her arms around his waist. Her hug was more than enough to calm Brick down. He turned around and kissed Blossom's forehead sweetly before facing his brothers again.
"Alright guys, let's just fly home for now and get the car in the morning" he commanded. Boomer lifted his head lazily, dreading the sleepy flight ahead of him. Buttercup stepped in front of him, sympathy spread across her face. She couldn't help but think how adorable he looked when he was tired.
"Come on, wake up Blue. I can't have you getting hurt because you fell out of the sky." She quickly tugged on his arm, bringing his lips to hers in a kiss. Boomer's droopy eyes widened slightly at the sudden contact, and he smiled.
"Aw, Brick! Our wittle bwother is gwoing up!" Butch teased as Boomer joined them in the sky. The girls could hear Boomer muttering annoyed protests as the boys flew home.
"…Buttercup, where's the Professor's car?"
YAYYYYY! again, I apologize for the late chapter, but I hope it was worth the extra day!
Next chapter is last chapter... :,(
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