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I'm sorry if my updates take longer than you like but writing is my hobby and I don't want to make it a priority. My schooling comes first, so I balance everything else around my education. For those that are following my two other stories Fate and Heart Song, I am now working on them both along with my finished story Life Song. I wanted to rewrite my one-shots first since they were just one chapter each and now that those are done; I will be focusing on those three stories along side with my other stories that I'm writing.
Thank you to those that has favorite and followed this story so far!
Don't forget to review once in a while :) So, in this story, I made Blossom as Ariel and Flounder (Flan) and Sebastian (Bash) her brothers from The Little Mermaid. Can you guess which Disney movie this chapter this character is from?
~Rosa
Chapter Two: Bubbles' Tale
Bunny drove away from her Uncle's mansion, passing the line of trees to her left as she did. Blossom's words playing through her mind as she forgot about the radio blaring. Maybe, there was a way for Blossom to get out of the house. Maybe, there was a way to get her uncle to agree with Blossom moving out.
But what could she do? What could Bunny do to help? She was just an average girl who worked at the Lounge, a family owned café shop, with her parents and sister. She was just a girl who finished high school and was wondering if she should continue with her schooling or join the work field.
She was just Bunny, so what could she do to help?
The drive back home was long before she would even enter Townsville and it gave her plenty of time to think but it wasn't long enough for her to come up with a solution. Stopping at a red light, Bunny laid her head on the stirring wheel, drumming her fingers, for a moment before driving off again.
The situation was giving her a headache and as for now, she needed to clear her mind. She didn't want to look troubled when she visited her next stop. Cars moving, Bunny removed her foot from the brakes and continued on her way.
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A girl with blond pig-tails, whose face was slightly red from running and her breathing was heavy, she didn't stop. She couldn't stop, even if she wanted to, at least, she couldn't stop now. She looked all around her as she ran and when she saw that there was no one there, she finally stop to catch her breath. She felt like she ran for hours and now that she was no longer being chased, she could finally relaxes.
She didn't even get a chance to sit down on the grassy hill, when someone tackled her from the side. The two fell to the ground and since they were at the top, they began to roll down, laughing and giggling.
When the two finally stopped, she looked up to see a boy who seemed a few years older, looking down at her. She couldn't see his eyes, for it was covered by his hair but it didn't stop her from smiling as he got up and offered her a hand. She took it and as she was back on her feet, the blond hair boy lightly tapped her shoulder.
She giggled as the boy started to run away from her. She was now IT in their game of tag. She didn't know the boy very well, in fact, she just met him early that day, but already they were friends and in her five-year old state-of-mind, they always will be.
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Bubbles woke from her dream. She yawned while stretching her arms out wide. She had yet another dream of her younger self and like all the other ones, it had the same boy. Every time she would wake up, she could only remember his dirty-blond hair that fanned out to the side and nothing else. She didn't know why she dreamt of him and she couldn't even remember when the dreams even started. She did know that whenever she dreamt of him, her day was surprisingly good.
Rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes, Bubbles got out of bed. Getting dress, she began to plan her day. It was her birthday meaning she was finally eighteen and to make it even better, she just graduated from high school a few weeks prior. Now, she could enjoy her last three months of summer at eighteen and decide rather or not she wanted to go to college. The best part was, she was finally an adult and her dad had now run out of reasons on why she couldn't take care of herself.
Combing her long, bleach blond hair that reached her elbows, she debated if she should keep it up when her bedroom door slammed open.
"HAPPY BIRHTDAY TO BUBBLES!"
Bubbles giggled as she saw her two uncles walking towards her while singing (very badly and off-key) to her. The two wrapped their arms around her shoulders (the one that could reach that is) and pulled her in a bear hug. Her giggles turned into a laugh as her uncles began to dance around her room, with her still in their hold.
"LET'S GO GET SOME CAKE AND HOPE IT'S NOT FAKE! LET'S GO SEE SOME MOVIES AND NOT SOME CARTOONS!"
They stopped dancing but her uncles didn't let her go. Still giggling, a habit that she had since she was little, she beamed. "Thanks, guys; I liked the song this year. It wa-"
"CAN'T...BREATHE!"
Bubbles gasped while pulling out of the hug and looked down. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Timon!" She had to bend down to her knees to give her uncle a hug. She knew being short was problematic and she was only five-foot. Bubbles couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like to barely be over four-foot.
"Don't worry about it, kid," Timon rubbed her neatly brushed hair, returning the hug. "It's not your fault that Pumbaa is so big and tall."
It was true. Bubbles couldn't understand it. Her father and his brothers didn't really look anything alike. The three were so different in every way that the only one thing that the brothers shared was being vegan and maybe their weird nicknames that everyone called them.
Uncle Timon was the shortest of the three with her dad being the tallest at five-foot eleven and Uncle Pumbaa at five-foot nine and a half. While both her dad and Uncle Timon had red hair, Uncle Pumbaa had black hair that he liked to keep messy. With both of her uncles being more-or-less of chickens at times (more so Uncle Timon than Uncle Pumbaa), her dad never backed away from a fight. The thing that Bubbles found the funniest was Uncle Timon being the oldest and her dad was the youngest of the brothers.
"I'm sorry, Timon, I didn't see you."
"Of course you didn't see me, you big lump! You never look where you're going!" Timon waved his arms in the air, the act causing Bubbles to giggle, making her redheaded uncle to stop. "Ah, we should go and let you get ready. We got BIG plans for you, kid. BIG plans for your birthday, right, Pumbaa," Timon asked as he pushed his taller, yet, younger brother out the door.
"Ah, right!"
The two were gone before Bubbles could say anything. With a huff, she went back to re-combing her hair. Well, so much on making my OWN plans.
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"Did you tell them that you already had plans?" Bunny lied on her back in Bubbles bedroom floor, listening as Bubbles reenacted the morning's events. "I mean, you could had lied and said you were spending the day with me," she added.
"You know that I'm a horrible liar, Buns. Besides, my uncles want to spend time with me. What's wrong with that?" Bubbles was in her closest looking for another outfit to wear. Apparently, the outfit she was currently wearing wouldn't match her new earrings that Bunny had bought her for her birthday and even though Bunny told her she didn't have to wear the earrings today, Bubbles wouldn't listen.
"What's wrong is the fact that you are now eighteen and your dad is still having his brothers play Baby-Sitter for their niece."
The rattling of hangs being moved stopped. "Maybe, he is, but Daddy's the Chief of Police for Townsville. It's his job to make sure that every citizen is safe. He's just making sure that I'm safe."
Bunny didn't say anything. It didn't sound like the happy-go-luckily girl was trying to convince Bunny of Chief Leonidas methods but as if, she was trying to convince herself.
Bubbles came out of the closet and showed her a blue and white shirt with ruffles at the end. "How about this shirt with the jeans I'm wearing?"
"Don't change the subject." Bunny didn't even bother to look at the shirt. It didn't matter what she thought of it. She already knew that if Bubbles didn't like it, than Bubbles wouldn't wear it.
Bubbles walked back in her closest returning moments later with the shirt on. "I'm not and I don't mind. Honest, Buns. Daddy does this because he loves me and he doesn't want me to get hurt."
She gave the purple-eyed girl a smile as she walked back towards her dresser to redo her make-up so it would match her new outfit.
Bunny sat up and crossed her legs. If Bubbles thought she was fooling her, she was mistaken. What kind of childhood best friend would she be, if the brunette didn't know when the bubbly girl was lying or trying to. Besides, Bunny knew that tone of voice all too well. It was the same tone that Blossom would use with her whenever she pretended that some of the things her dad did, didn't bother her. She never liked that tone when her adventures cousin used it but hearing it from Bubbles for the first time, it took everything Bunny had not to cry.
In a way, if life was different, Bubbles and Blossom could have been the best of friends. They had so much in common but, if life WAS different, where their dad's weren't overly protective, the two probably couldn't stand a minute of one another's time. Blossom had a habit of acting like a mother which could be over looked as domineering and rude. While Bubbles had a habit on laughing at almost anything that someone could misinterpret as her being insensitive.
They would need to somehow meet in THIS life in order for the two to become friends. Too bad that would never happen in this lifetime. Deciding that she had made things awkward enough, Bunny changed the subject.
"So, uh, why does Pumbaa go by Pumbaa, anyways?"
Bubbles turned around and smiled brightly, making Bunny smile as well. That was the smile that she liked to see Bubbles wear. "Well, his real name is Rick, but for as long as I could remember, everyone calls him Pumbaa. I think they said it's because the name means silly and careless in some foreign language and it described him perfectly."
"Timon?"
"Well, his birth name is Timothy. Dad says it's because Uncle Timon respect everyone, though, I find it hard to believe. Anyways, because of that, they started to call him Timon."
"Your dad?"
Bubbles laughed. "If you haven't notice, my dad's whole name means 'lion', Simeon Leo Leonidas." Bubbles shrugged her shoulders when Bunny gave her a look. It wasn't like Bubbles was there when her grandparents named her dad. "My uncles just thought that Simba sounded better than Simeon."
Bunny laughed as well. "Okay, Bubbles Electra Leonidas, are you sure that you don't want to spend the day with me? I know I have to work but you can hang out at the shop until I'm done?"
"No, thank you. Besides, I love my uncles but there not the brightest. I've been sneaking away from them since I was five. Trust me, I'll be fine."
Bunny only smiled as she gave Bubbles a hug. She had to leave or she would be late. "Bye, Bubs, happy birthday."
Bubbles waved at Bunny as the girl walked out of the room. The smile she had on fall as she turned around and looked herself in the mirror. Bunny was right, she was now eighteen and it was time that her dad understood that. She wasn't a little girl anymore. In fact, she was a grown women and the first thing Bubbles was going to do was show her dad she could protect herself.
And as she did one final cheek up on her make-up, Bubbles grabbed her purse and headed out her room to meet her uncles in the living room, an idea came to mind.
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