The Blossom and Buttercup are going to go at it... Who's gonna win? And I will bring back the source of the problem! Brick is officially back and for the first time in how long he will talk to his ex...

I own nothing, I love you all!

Blossom

I glared at them, "Well? Are you gonna keep sitting like the sluts you are, or tell me the truth!?"

I heard a door open and saw Brick, I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

Buttercup sighed, "Well first off, baby bitch," she sneered, "I'm not a slut, I like having fun, at least I know when I'm being used and I didn't end up like Bubbles."

Bubbles frowned, "You know what? You've always made sure I'm not happy and made me feel like I'm not good enough, but I don't care anymore. They never loved you anyways so get over yourselves!"

"Shut the fuck up! Just because you're a mommy to be, doesn't mean I can't insult you for being a slut," I spat.

Bubbles laughed, "You're calling me a slut? You are messing with boys emotions and you're calling me a slut?! At least I know what I want."

"Not like they want you..." Buttercup muttered loudly.

"Excuse me?" She said, her voice raised.

She moved hair out of her face, "Well, Boomer doesn't want you... He wants to be your friend and help, if it is, his son. He doesn't love you! LOOK AROUND NO ONE LOVES YOU!"

Her eyes were misty and she sighed, "I'm not fighting with you-"

"Why? Cause you'll lose!" Buttercup screamed.

She wiped away her tears and sighed, "Have a nice life. It's not like it'll matter, I hear bitches rot in hell anyways."

She stood up and walked away and the door slammed, "That's nice, leave me with the buzz kill!"

"Hmm? What was that?" I asked with a smirk, "You've been fucking boys?! Le Gasp, did you hear that Gran-Gran?"

She watched us quietly, as if she were thinking of something...

Buttercup seethed in her seat, shaking with rage and she exploded, "YOU WANNA KNOW WHY BUBBLES AND I HAVE PRETEND TO BE NICE TO YOUR SORRY ASS, BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT! YOU DON'T REMEMBER PUTTING US DOWN LIKE WE AREN'T SHIT TO YOU, YOU TREATED US WORSE THAN BRICK TREATS BOOMER!? AND WHY? BECAUSE AFTER MOM & DAD DIED, YOU BECAME A BITCH, THAT'S WHY WE DITCHED YOU! THAT'S WHY I HATE YOU SO MUCH!?"

I rolled my eyes, "Shut it, Butterslut! I don't give a shit about what you say, nothing you can eve say matters... I hated living with you, and I still hate it to this day, you are such a slut," I scoffed, feeling something taking over, something that wasn't me at all, "You need a guy to give you the attention you never got. Plain and simple."

"There you go again," She yelled irritated.

"Go bitch somewhere else!" I hissed at her, I picked up a piece of cake and chucked it at her and it stained her pair of white ripped skinny jeans.

She jumped over the table and tackled me, she started punching my stomach and I did the same to her, until she was ripped off me by Butch and Brick, who were exchanging looks of enjoyment.

They dragged us away in different directions until he stopped and released me, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I slapped him, "Don't talk to me like that, you bastard! I hate you! You treat me like I'm one of your stupid toys."

He grabbed my hands that were shaking and gripped them tightly. (A/N: Don't hate me for what comes next Blossick fans TTT^TTT)

He smiled, "I fixed you, I destroyed you, and I want to save you for a change."

I tried to snatch my hands away from him, but his grip was stronger, "Let me go! Let me go! Let... Me... Go?"

I looked at him and watched a tear roll down his cheek and then another, "I really was sorry. I still am sorry. I didn't break up with you, because of your sister. I did it because of you, and no matter how much you said you hate me, even now. I will always love you, even when you are being a diva."

I felt my world spinning around in circles, he was a smooth talker and I wasn't sure I should believe him, I stood there speechless, "I'm sorry, but no. I'm serious when I say this, I deeply truly hate you," I lied, just this morning I was thinking about him and him and I was going to say yes to him.

He whispered to me, "I'm still very sorry about everything I put you through, I wish things hadn't ended like they did."

"But they did."

His tears seized and I wiped his cheeks, "Please don't."

(A/N: Here's the killer)

"Remember how I asked you out, ignore it and just act like it never happened, okay? 'Cause, I'm not going down that road, and I know that you wouldn't want to either," he smirked.

I don't know why I was upset over that, at least he told me to my face right, or maybe it would have been better over text so I could cry into my pillow.

"Yeah, water under the bridge!" I said and he walked me home, and hugged me good night, not kissed (Like I would've wanted), but hugged.

I faked my happy smile and laugh until I went to my room, and I put my things to block the door, ignoring Gran-Gran's pleas for me to come out and cried. I cried worse than after we broke up, because for the first time in my life I was alone.

I yelled at Robin for no reason.

I insulted Bubbles.

Buttercup and Bubbles hate me.

I'm ignoring my grandmother.

My ex, who I'm still in love with, doesn't want me back.

Boomer is too busy taking care of Bubbles for me to talk to him.

Butch is busy dealing with the wicked witch of the west, A.K.A. Buttercup.

I am officially alone, I grabbed my phone and texted, called, and left voicemails to Robin. She didn't reply or text back.

I did what I used to do cry myself to sleep, why did they have to go? Why isn't Professor or even Mom here... A car accident took their lives. And I'll never see them again, I never got to say bye, I never got to say I love you.

I was so mad, I left the house and went somewhere, anywhere else but here, this place wasn't an option. I opened my door and walked past the kitchen, past the park, and into the city.

I enter a bar, the place reeked of alcohol and booze, I walked up to the counter and ordered a beer. I hadn't had an alcoholic drink in my life, but I guess there's a first time for everything.

He didn't ask for my age or a form of ID, he simply handed me the beer and I took a sip, the liquor burned my throat, but I chugged down the rest, it was a wierd feeling and my mind wasn't in control and more, I didn't know what was controlling my body.

I drunk more and more after that. And ordered more and more of it, but my anger bubbled inside my body.

After about five beers, a whiskey shot, and a lot of rum, I don't remember anything else, the room turned black and I didn't remember anything else

I stirred in my sleep and woke up, I looked up at ceiling of the red room. RED ROOM?! My head was pounding, my stomach in knots, I don't remember anything after fighting with everyone.

I rubbed my messy red curls and sighed, I wasn't in my pajamas, I was in nothing but my lace bra, (Courtesy of Bubbles), I felt strange a wave of guilt, pleasure, and even rage passed through me. I heard a small groan coming from my left.

I turned to my left and I was in bed next to Brick cuddled up against his bare built chest.

"What the fuck happened?!" I yelled frantically.

Twist at the end, please don't hate me for it!

R&R!