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Sorry for the long wait, I and along with practically everyone else in the family became Handy Mandy with the house. Paint and mud the soon-to-be room that my sister and I will soon sleep in, fix the shower to stop it from leaking, fix the washer and so much more.
But the wait is now over and it is time for the Rowdyruff Boys! I had an extremely hard time on trying to figure out which Disney character I should pick for Brick but I think I got it if not, well, too late now. Can you guess which Disney fairy tale he's from?
~Rosa
Chapter Four: Brick's Tale
Bunny smiled as she gave another customer their cup of coffee. It has only been two hours since Buttercup left and Him was still whining about his so-called near death experience. Bunny was getting close to killing the guy herself if he didn't shut up soon. It was only water. Water and Him was making it seem as if it was the end of the world.
"Yo, Bunny!" She looked over to see Brick sitting by one of the windows, waving an empty cup in the air. "I'm empty. Fill it up!"
And then, there was Brick, another headache to her list of headaches. Grabbing a pot of coffee, she walked over to him and poured him a fresh cup. The whole time wondering how much trouble she would get if she poured the hot coffee on him instead. Finishing, she placed the pot on the table and placed her hands on her hips.
Bunny watched as Brick blew on the steaming coffee and took small sips. He never added anything in it. He would only drink it black and if Bunny made it. God forbid if it was Robin or someone else that made the coffee. Brick would just complain saying how he could taste the differences and know that Bunny herself didn't brew the batch of coffee.
The two have been friends for a little over two years but to Bunny, it felt it was longer that she couldn't even remember why or how they became friends in the first place. He was always so bitter and yelling every two seconds. If Bunny didn't know better, she would have thought of him as a beast. Even so, the purple-eyed girl couldn't help but notice how the red-eyed male was even a bigger jerk than normal.
Feeling Bunny's gaze, Brick looked up with a smirk. "Like what you see?"
Bunny only scoffed at how conceded he was. "No, I don't." She watched as Brick just shrugged his shoulders before leaving her some crumpled up bills on the table. She moved out-of-the-way for him to leave but reached out and stopped him.
"Brick, sit."
The redhead didn't sit but he didn't move either. Bunny brushed it aside and just took what he gave her. "What's wrong, Brick? You seem more moody than usual and I-"
"Stop! Just stop!"
Bunny let go as Brick spun around and glared at her. It took everything she had to not flinch. His red eyes felt as if he was seeing right through her very soul. Everyone stopped talking and turned to watch the scene unfolding.
Brick saw the fearful look and tried to calm down. "Just stop. I'm fine," he tried to say calmly but it sounded more like he was grumbling. Heaving, Brick turned around to leave once more but Bunny stopped him again.
"No, you're not. I'm your friend and I just want-"
"BUNNY!" The windows shook and it felt like no one was even breathing. Brick spun around so fast that Bunny dropped the pot that she grabbed from the table. The sound of the glass shattering on the floor as hot coffee spread across the tile floor. Brick was growling at her and his hands were shaking as if he wanted to hurt her.
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY! DAMMIT, WOMAN! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I DON'T WANT TO TALK?"
Brick looked around and saw the how everyone was staring at him. Looking once more at Bunny, he turned around and walked out. The door closed and slowly everyone went back to their own business, leaving Bunny as she cleaned the mess she made.
"Here." She looked up to see Him handing her a mop as he bent down to pick up the broken glass. "Let me help."
Bunny only gave him a grateful smile as she began to mop. She had been at the end of Brick's temper more than once but this one was much different. He was angry, that much was clear, but it wasn't at her. It was almost as if something was troubling him and Brick took it out on her instead.
"That Brick," Bunny stopped what she was doing as Him stood up and grinned at her. "He's a ticking time bomb but he sure is one fine piece of man-meat. Don't you think?"
Bunny's only response was handing the mop to Him and walking away. The guy really needs to get out of the closet.
...***...
Brick stood in front of his window, hands behind his back as he looked out to the outside. He glared as he watched the town's people walking by and he couldn't help but wonder why they could be so happy. He tore away from the window and looked at the letter he held in his hand that came from his parents. He had read it earlier that day and thought that a cup of coffee would clear his head. Too bad he took his frustration out on Bunny instead. Brick didn't mean to, it was just that he was angry at his parents.
How could they send him this? What gave them the right to believe that he wasn't running the Enchanted Rose the right way? He made sure his workers were paid well, that they were happy but it wasn't enough. Brick didn't even question why the family's company even ran a flower shop to begin with in America.
He was much happier living in France but now, he didn't want to leave. Not if it was because his parents thought he wasn't doing his job right. He ran the company for two, going on three years perfectly and now, they thought he wasn't? It was an outrage and Brick wouldn't have it.
Reading the letter once more, he tried to find something that he could use that would let him stay and prove his parents wrong. Brick was many things but he'll be damned if he had to pack up and leave just because his parents told him so. No, Brick was going to stay and show them that he was doing well and the family's company was doing better than ever.
But who was he kidding; his meeting with Cogsworth told another story. His sells were low and if Brick didn't do something the business would go bankrupt and if there was one thing Brick knew, it was that his father hated losing money. Scanning the letter, Brick found nothing and screamed. The letter was bullet proof. He had until his twenty-first birthday to bring the sales up and if not, his dad would pull the plug.
Crumbling the letter in a ball, Brick threw it at his bed. His birthday was in November and it was June now. That gave him six months and in that time, Brick would either be staying or taking the next plane to Paris.
Sitting down, Brick looked at un-open letter that was from his mom. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to read what it said but maybe with some hope, she wrote him a letter saying that there was another way for him to stay.
Sighing, he reached for the envelope and tore it open.
...***...
Bunny was cleaning up. The store closed early today much to Him's delight that he didn't even stay to help clean. Three hours of work and the guy was able to go home, Him had it easy. Sometimes, Bunny just wished that her parents weren't so easy when it came to Him.
She looked at the time and saw that it was only five, plenty of time to make her next stop. Smiling to herself, Bunny dropped the keys behind the counter for her parents to do their monthly counting and walked to the back.
Stairs led the way up to the top and these were the moments that Bunny was happy that her house was part of the same building as the shop. Opening the door to her room, she saw Robin looking at some pictures on her desk. Her twin was always trying to figure out who were her next targets on Matchmaking.
"I've been wondering when you'll help our cousin out." Robin didn't even look up from her spot as she held a picture of Blossom. "And I was beginning to think that Bubbles would forever be alone." She added Bubbles pictures in the air as well.
"But I have to say," Robin looked up and gave her a questionable look. "I'm not sure how you'll help Buttercup." Placing the two pictures down, Robin looked up at Bunny. "So, do I know the guys?"
Bunny only smiled as she walked towards her bed and reached for her bag that she placed there earlier. "I'm not sure to pair them up with yet."
Robin didn't say anything as Bunny double-checked list of possible suitors the purple clad girl had written a few weeks ago. Her sister had a habit on playing Matchmaker but she felt that this time, the brown hair girl may had bitten off more than she could chew. Blossom and Bubbles both had over-protected fathers and Buttercup was so busy working that dating was far from her mind.
The sound of Super Mario's theme song filled the room as Bunny's phone went off. Reaching for her pocket, she looked to see that it was an unknown number. Praying that it wasn't Him calling for a ride home, she answered.
"Hello?"
"Bunny, its Brick. I need your help."
…***…
Brick sat at his desk, his phone by his ear as he listened to Bunny's bewilder voice, his mother's letter in his hand while he read over it once more.
"Um, sure, I'll help you. But, how did you get my number, Brick?"
He placed the letter down on the desk. Bunny's number scribbled on a piece of paper. His computer screen with information on Bunny stared blankly at him. The redhead thought over her question and juggled the possible of being truthful.
"Brick?" Even over the phone, Brick took note of her patience growing thin. He wondered if she had a bad day. His blow up at her replayed in his mind and Brick winced. Okay, maybe she had a right to snap at him.
"I looked it up. You should really keep personal information about yourself off the internet."
Bunny's voice wasn't pleased. "Is that why you called me? Fine. I'll make sure for next time. If you don't have any other reason for the unexpected call, I have things to do and need to go."
He panicked. Brick couldn't have the hyper girl hang up. He needed help and Bunny was the only person that could help him.
"Wait!" Brick took a deep breath. His pride was about to take a major hit. "There is a reason on why I called. I need your help with something…personal."
Updated: 5 November 2014