There's that rare moment at the heart of the night around 3 A.M where you can look up into the sky and actually see the stars, twinkling brightly against the deep blue sky. But even then, you have to squint hard and if you blink, you'll probably miss your chance.

This is New York, after all.

The sunrise hits the horizon in a hue of pink and orange and it contrast against the light blue of the sky. All over the city, people are waking up and some are just going to sleep. The action never dies down, the city is always bustling and loud and bright.

Sunlight pours through the matted of blinds of one particular New Yorker, a natural alarm clock. Her head rises slowly, the long orange hair crowning her head sticking up in all directions. A groan escapes her lips as her head falls down to meet the pillow again. The ever distinct smell of marijuana burning enters her nose and she opens her eyes again, her gaze falling on her roommate.

"Seriously, Bubbles? Do you have to do that now?" she complains, finally sitting up. Her roommate just grins crookedly, taking another pull from the joint in her hand.

"Come on, Blossy. If I don't have my morning high, I'll fall into the paws of the system! It's a conspiracy!" Smoke blows out of her mouth as she speaks, and Blossom just shakes her head.

"You won't be saying that when your lungs fall out, Bubs." And with that, she flings her legs over the edge of her small twin bed and stalks over to the bathroom.

The bathroom is almost literally 10 steps away from the bed, as the apartment they share is quite small.

She brushes her teeth and gets in the shower, singing lightly to herself. Today is the day, the day she's going to perform in the subway. During her first week in New York, she found herself in the performer's shoes, taking the train everywhere she went just to see a performance. By the end of the week, she gave out over $100 in tips.

The main reason she was here in New York was to get her big break; sure, most people went to California to do that, but after some research, she found that people were more likely to get discovered in New York. Bubbles' friend, Buttercup, was coming to get Blossom. She knew all the places, all the people, just about everything Blossom needed.

A bang on the door. "Giiiirl, you need to hurry up! My bladder is like … running away or something."

With a chuckle, Blossom turned off the water and grabbed a towel. With is securely wrapped around her body, she stepped out of the bathroom and crashed right in Bubbles. "Woah there, girly. I'm not into that kinda stuff. That's Buttercup's thing."

"For the last fucking time, I am not a lesbian!" A raspy voice shouted. Blossom's gaze travelled to the doorway and there stood a girl with lime green eyes and hair that could compete with the twilight. She took one look at Blossom and grinned. "Unless of course, you are, because I'll certainly change my priorities for a piece of that ass." Blossom blushed furiously and sprinted to the bedroom and threw on the first clothes she could find. Dressed in 5 minutes, she walked back out to meet Buttercup.

"I take it you're Buttercup?" She asked, looking at the raven-haired tomboy.

"Sexy and smart. Damn, baby, you're just tryin' to get me all hot, aren't ya?" Buttercup cackled, supporting herself on the doorframe. Blossom just frowned.

"I'm not a lesbian, and please watch your language around me."

"Ooh, feisty. My boys will like you."

Blossom met the girl's eyes again and cocked an eyebrow. "Your boys?"

"Dude! The boys are coming here?" Bubbles squealed from the bathroom.

"Yes, baby!" Buttercup called back. Then she turned back to Blossom. "Brick, Boomer and Butch. You'll be meeting them later, when we meet up at Central Park. Butch is mine, Boomer is Bubbles'. I guess you can have Brick, but he's kind of a dick."

Brick? Why was that name so familiar? "I won't be having anybody, I'm just here to work on furthering my career." Blossom pursed her lips and didn't even notice as Buttercup began to inch forward.

"Will this further your career?" Blossom looked up and in a split second, Buttercup's lips were on hers. Bubbles skipped into the room and burst out laughing.

"Ah, Buttercup! Stop, you'll scare her!"

Blossom shoved Buttercup off. "What the fuck, Buttercup?"

"There we go. Stop being such a prude. Now, you dressed? The boys are gonna be there at 12."

Bubbles pulled out another joint and lit it. "Can I come, too? I know Boomer has some new shit he wants me to try." Buttercup just shrugged and walked out of the apartment.

xxx

"Dude, where the fuck are these bitches?" A boy with orange hair groaned, making his way up a rock of the umpteenth time.

"Bro, calm the fuck down. You know Butterbutt is always late." His raven-haired friend replied, picking at some dirt underneath his fingernail.

"Guys, guys, guys, do you fucking see that unicorn flying over there? Shit is cash." The blonde-haired boy stared off into the distance, clearly not in his right mind. The darker hair boys just shook their heads at him, focusing their attention back on the entrance of the park.

Five minutes later, girls walked in.

"Bitches! Over here!" The redhead called out, waving his arms.

"Oh, fuck you!" Buttercup called back, jogging over to her friends. Bubbles twirled around in circles and Blossom awkwardly followed behind.

"Hey guys!" Bubbles sang, hugging each of them.

"This the girl?" The raven0haired one asked, motioning to Blossom.

"Yes, Butchie Boy. This hot piece of ass right here is Blossom." The mentioned girl blushed and waved slightly, hiding her face in her hair.

"This is Butch," Buttercup started, motioning towards the boy she was talking to. "That's Boomer," she pointed to the spaced out blonde. "And this is Brick." The redhead eyed Blossom, her face still hidden behind her long hair.

"Let us see your face, babe," Brick snorted, making his voice sound sickly sweet. Blossom scoffed and tilted her head upwards.

"Hey," she stated simply, nodding at each boy.

"Woah, the bitch got pink eyes!" Butch cried out, getting in Blossom's face. Boomer stared at her and blinked on eye.

"What the fuck…" he muttered, rubbing his eyes. Brick grimaced and stared right into them.

"Hey, freak."

That's when Blossom looked, really looked at him, and saw the one thing she never wanted to see again. Her vision blurred, her breathing slowed, and she felt sick to the stomach. Her hand reached out and grabbed onto Bubbles for support and she tried her best to study herself.

His eyes, oh god, his eyes.

They were red.

I know this story is kind of suck-ish right now :T I have a plot in my head and stuff, it's just hard to get my thoughts around it. Stick around! I promise you'll like this story :c