Brick looks out the window of the class room, thinking of the orange haired Blossom. Still unable to believe that they became friends.
Brick has always been kinda popular, because of his looks and his money not being too bad, but along with the popularity there were some bad things. Like not knowing who your real friends are, or not being able to talk to Blossom. He could, but it's frowned upon, but since his raise in courage he's decided that frankly he doesn't care what the other popular people say.
Not that being popular is all bad, but sometimes Brick wishes that he was more dorky, maybe not as handsome. Then he would have real friends.
Brick closes his eyes and started to think instead of listening to the Algebra teacher ramble on about exponents and PEMDAS. Blossom wouldn't be like the other girls though. She's nice, and pretty. So, so pretty. She probably wouldn't like me though, she doesn't seem to be the kind of girl that's into guys like me. Uhg!
His head slumps down onto the desk and his mind continues to wander, trying to think of some way to get Blossom's attention in a new way. Girls like funny guys right? But that's more Boomer and Butch's thing. . .Smart! Blossom would like smart guys right? She's smart so why wouldn't she like smart guys!
His head raises again and he smirks. Fine then, I'll just have to get smarter! maybe I should start by paying attention to the teacher. . .
Blossom sits in social studies, bored out of her mind. Why is it even called 'Social studies'? she thinks to herself. It's just history! Well, at least I have music next with Buttercup.
She looks out the window and sees directly across the school into the classroom window in the other wing of the building. The algebra class.
Her eyes scan Brick as her looks right past her, as if she were a ghost and she sighs. There's no way a guy like him would ever like me as more than a friend. I'm kinda surprised he even wanted me as a friend. Maybe this is all some terrible joke that they put together to humiliate me and my sisters! I hope not, that would be horrible. . .Bubbles would probably cry.
Blossom is stopped mid-thought as the bell rings, signaling time for students to start traveling to their 3rd block classes.
Boomer walks into life skills class with a smile on his face, he gets to see Bubbles again.
He was gonna stop by her art room and pick her up and walk to class but the art teacher had to talk to her so he couldn't.
Boomer looks around and sees the two seat desks, almost all of them have at least one person at them, but he really wants to sit with Bubbles, so he walks over to one of his friends, James.
"James," He says, causing his friend to look up and smile."Can I ask you for a big favor dude?" he asks, his eyes pleading.
James smirks. "I don't know dude, what is it?" He says, looking around the room, then back to Boomer.
"James. . " Boomer says, hoping that just once his friend would do something for him. "I need you to move, so I can sit with someone." He finishes.
James smirks once again. "I don't know man. I like this seat. But maybe a little encouragement, might help convince me." He says, rubbing his fingers together as if saying he wants money.
Boomer sighs, but hands him a twenty dollar day. Mumbling to himself. "Gee, thanks 'friend' you're great." Sarcasm of course.
James gets up and moves to a seat a few desks away, beside a bottle blonde with too much skin showing from her stomach.
"Yea, that's attractive." Boomer says sarcastically to himself.
"Who's attractive?" Bubbles asks smiling down at Boomer "And do you care if I sit here?" She finishes pointing at the chair beside Boomer.
Boomer stares up at Bubbles, his eyes widened. "I-uh, attractive, uh, no-i mean, not- eh, Yea, of course you can sit here!" He finishes the sentence quickly.
Bubbles just stands there. "Are you sure, because if you don't want me to site here I can go sit with Amy in the back. . ." she says, worried that he's only saying she can sit there because h feels sorry for her.
Boomer realizes what she means. "Oh god, no! I actually, I wanted you to sit here, and I uh, please, sit?" He says, hopeful that she will understand what he means. Luckily, she does, and she sits down beside him smiling. He smiles back and the teacher starts her lesson.
Butch stares at his brother. "Do you like her bro?" He says, smirking as Bricks whole face turns bright red.
Brick rolls his eyes though, and smirks also, "You like Buttercup don't you Butch?" He says, laughing a bit at his own joke.
Butch's face turns red too, but red with anger. "Hey, I've only known her for ONR DAY! I don't like her!"
Just then buttercup walks through the door, and Butch shuts his mouth.
" , sent me down here to ask you to sign these papers for her." She says, not even looking over at the boys once.
nods his head before taking the papers from her hand and signing them, hardly even looking at what he is signing.
Buttercup smiles and takes them from his hand before turning and walking out the door back to her class room.
Both boys notice that as she leaves, the boy sitting directly in front of them stares at Buttercup's nehind. He then turns to the guy beside him and says. "Man, she may be odd, but she's got a great can!"
Brick looks at Butch as soon as he hears the word can come from the guys soon-to-be-busted mouth.
Butch's face is red with anger once again as he rashes forward and taps the guy on the shoulder.
He turns around to face Butch. "Yo Butch, wadda ya want dude what's up?" He asks, completely unaware of what he just did.
Butch frowns deeper. "You need to shut your big mouth about that girl that was just in here, if you don't I'll make it my personal responsibility to do it for you," His voice deepens with every word.
The boys face is purely terrified. His body viably shaking from the fear that has been bestowed upon him by Butch.
Brick just stares at his brother for a minuet before leaning back in his chair, a smirk lingering on his face. "You like her." He says, not a question but a fact.
Butch, beside his brother, realizes that Brick is right. Even though he's only actually known her for about a day and a half, he's fallen head over heels in love with her. Her attitude, her short black hair that falls delicately onto her perfectly rounded shoulders and splits off into little semi-flips at the end. Wait, off topic. He loves her.
(That's all for now, thanks for reading please review)