notes: CHAPTER THREE WOW WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT. after what, like six months? seven? who knows. (i am such a bad author omfg)
notes2: I SHOULD BE SLEEPING BUT HERE WE ARE.
playlist: 'Sparks' by Hilary Duff
chapter title: Get Your Freak On (a.k.a. The Party Don't Start 'til We Walk In)
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Turn the lights down low and kiss me in the dark
Cuz when you're touching me, baby I see sparks
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I open my eyes slowly, sunlight streaming into the room through the slits in the blinds. Yawning, I rub the sleep from my eyes and slowly get to my feet. I smile at my sisters and friends, who are all bundled up in the blankets, still sleeping. I decide to let them sleep in, and shuffle into the kitchen to start breakfast, bringing the empty snack containers with me. I contemplate on what I should cook while I wash last night's dishes.
French toast should be good. I muse. And some eggs and bacon, too.
I'm not as great at cooking as Buttercup, or even Bubbles, but I can make a decent amount of meals, just nothing fancy. I start to cook, the bacon sizzling in the pan and the French toast filling the kitchen with the smell of cinnamon. Humming (tunelessly) to myself, I dish out the food and pour five glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, setting the table and opening all the blinds, letting in the morning sunlight. I even crack some of the windows, allowing the cool breeze to sweep through the house. Padding back to the living room, I see that Princess, Bubbles, and Buttercup are all awake and stretching, and Robin was just opening her eyes. I wave and they smile at me, following me into the kitchen.
"Wow, Blossom that smells amazing!" Bubbles says as we all sit down.
Thank you. I sign. We dug into the food and I receive more compliments, although I protest that it was just a simple meal and wasn't anything special.
"So, what time is the nail appointment?" Robin asks, placing her fork across her empty plate. Princess wipes her mouth daintily and replies,
"We're all getting French manicures at one o'clock." Buttercup downs the rest of her juice, and Bubbles folds her napkin neatly.
"What time is it now?" My blonde sister asks. I check my ever-present cell phone (I never really go anywhere without it).
11:30. I supply. She nods thoughtfully.
"That gives us some time to get ready then." Buttercup says, standing up and taking her dishes and my own to the sink, to which I protested. She rolls her eyes at me.
"Blossy, don't worry." She soothes. "I got it. You already made breakfast, I can put away your dishes." I slump back in defeat. Bubbles and Princess giggle. Robin smiles and pats my shoulder.
"Yeah, let us clean up the dishes." She agrees. I sit back in my seat and watch as they clean up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Bubbles turns it on and wipes her hands on the dishtowel, smiling at me.
"Now come on, let's get dressed." She says, leading the way to the guest bedroom. We all put on jean shorts and a t-shirt in our respective favorite color with simple slip on shoes. I leave my hair down, and Princess keeps hers in the bun, adjusting the yellow bow so it's tilted a little to the side. Bubbles puts her hair in two low pigtails, and Buttercup puts bobby pins in her hair to keep her bangs out of her face. Robin pulls her hair into a low ponytail.
"Let's go!" Buttercup declares, pumping her fist in the air. We laugh and walk out to the garage. Princess, Robin, and Bubbles pile into Robin's Camry, and Buttercup and I get out our bicycles. We wave to the girls and pedal out onto the sidewalk, racing each other to the nail salon.
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"Oh my gosh, yes! That would go perfectly with your heels!" Bubbles squeals, tugging on my hand and smiling at me. Princess chuckles.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. And for Robin, I thought we could…" I tune out my best friend and sister as they talk about hairstyles for tonight, instead focusing on the game of Temple Run I'm playing on my phone. I was just about to beat my high score when a freshly manicured finger flicks across the screen, making my runner pitch sideways off the track. I look up, frowning at Buttercup, who's laughing at me.
"Oh God, your face!" She laughs hysterically, clutching her sides. I stick my tongue out at her and glare. She raises her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I was just gonna tell you we're getting ready to leave." She motions to the exit and I nod, standing up from the hard leather couch and walking to the door alongside my sister. We climb on our bikes and speed off, Robin's Camry coasting next to us.
When we arrive back at our house, we eat a quick lunch of salad and sandwiches (Bubbles' work) and go upstairs, giggling the whole way. We're all super excited for the party tonight, however I'm more nervous. This is my first party in a long time, and it's in a club! Sure, they wouldn't be serving any alcohol, but still! The very idea is enough to give me butterflies.
Suddenly, Robin throws her hands into the air, catching my attention. "Time check!" She yells. Princess looks at her phone.
"4:35!" She says, waving her phone around. Robin and Bubbles nod and Buttercup and I giggle.
"Okay, the party starts at eight." Bubbles tells us. "First thing's first: bubble baths!" We all laugh and retreat to our designated bathrooms. Robin is in the guest bathroom and Princess would use it after her.
I happily walk to my own bathroom and turn on the tap, the water turned up so it's nice and hot. I pull out a bath kit from under my sink. I had been saving it for a special occasion, and this seems like a perfect time. It's a basket full of strawberry and vanilla scented products. I light the vanilla candles and place them around the bathroom, and pour in the strawberry bath oil. I sprinkle the packet of dried rose petals on the surface of the water and take out the vanilla shampoo, conditioner, and soap, placing the corresponding lotion on the counter.
Once the tub is full, I turn off the water and strip myself of my clothes. I sigh as I lower myself down in the tub, the water relaxing my muscles pleasantly. I take my time washing myself, letting the products soak into my skin and cleanse my body and hair. I check the time again. The clock read 5:20.
I should probably get out now. I tell myself, standing up and draining the tub. I towel myself dry and lather my body with the lotion, combing my hair and twisting it back into a bun to keep it off of me. Wrapping my pink satin robe around me, I walk out and back into my bedroom. My shopping bags are on my bed, making me smile. One of the girls must have delivered them while I was in the bathroom. I unpack the bags, laying out all my purchases on the bed.
Time to get gorgeous! I jokingly think, smiling wryly. I get dressed carefully, making sure that I look okay. I leave my heels off for now.
Going back into my bathroom I blow-dry my hair and brush it, putting it back in a long French braid. I tie the end with a small red ribbon, and then put on my makeup. Next, I put on all my jewelry, and spritz myself with some glittery body mist, a gift from Princess. Another glance at the time tells me it's 6:00. I kill some more time by playing my acoustic guitar, working on a new song. By the time 6:30 rolls around, I'm getting nervous again. Almost unconsciously I start to pace. Forcing myself to stop, I walk over to the keyboard in the corner, going through the performance songs Bubbles' and I are working on. I had just finished the last song when my phone buzzes with a text.
From: Robin
To: Me
Come downstairs, it's almost time to leave!
I take a deep breath and slip on my heels, pocketing my phone and walking downstairs.
x
(Third Person POV)
Four girls are in the living room of the Utonium household, all of them looking drop-dead beautiful. A redhead and a brunette are seated on the couch, and a blonde is standing in front of them, talking animatedly. A ravenette paces the length of the living room, looking at her phone every so often to reply to a text.
Princess is wearing a snug pale yellow dress that ends right before her knees, and a black mini leather jacket. Her heels are black wedges with yellow toes, and her jewelry consists of black chunky bracelets and yellow diamond earrings. Her curly hair is pulled back in a high ponytail. For makeup, she has on pale yellow eyeshadow, black eyeliner, black mascara, and dark pink lip gloss.
Robin has on black high-waisted shorts and a sheer white button-up long sleeved shirt. The shirt is tucked in, and underneath it is a purple bandeau, so her purple belly piercing is just barely visible. A white belt circles her hips and black pumps with white heels are on her feet. Her jewelry is amethyst hoop earrings and white and black bangles. Her chocolate brown hair is down, but there are two small braids on either side of her face. She is also wearing light purple eyeshadow, black eyeliner, black mascara, and clear lip gloss.
Bubbles is wearing a blue strapless peplum top that is tight against her torso until it flares out at her bellybutton, ending at the top of her pants. Black skin tight pants are covering her legs, and blue strappy stilettos are on her feet. For jewelry she's wearing silver-and-diamond chandelier earrings and a matching silver bracelet. Her honey-blonde hair is wavy in a beach style, and her makeup consists of silver eyeshadow, black eyeliner, black mascara, and pink lip gloss.
Buttercup's outfit is a light green ruffle tank top, dark ripped skinny jeans, and dark gray ankle boots. Her jewelry is a silver cross necklace, emerald stud earrings in all four of her ear piercings (she has double piercings), and multiple silver rings with small emeralds in them. Her jet-black hair is in its regular messy style, and her makeup is fairly simple: black eyeliner, black mascara, and clear lip gloss.
A faint noise, a cross between a hum and a cough, comes from the large gap in the wall that joins the hallway and the living room. All four girls instantly look up.
And gasp loudly as their eyes almost pop out of their heads.
"B-Blossom?!" Buttercup chokes out. Her older sister smiles softly and steps into the room, her eyes taking in the others' appearances. She claps her hands.
You look amazing! She signs quickly, her smile widening. Bubbles takes a step closer to her, her mouth agape.
"Bloss…you look…" She trails off. Blossom's smile falters and becomes a bit strained.
Too much? She asks, biting her lip and beginning to play with her fingers, another nervous habit. Robin shoots to her feet, jumping up and down even in her heels.
"Hell no!" She shouts. Blossom blinks. Princess stands up as well, and walks forward, examining Blossom from head to toe.
Blossom is wearing black skin-tight pants and a red and black floral print zip-up crop top that stops at her bellybutton, showing her sparkly red bellybutton piercing. Her shoes are black lace-up pumps (they tied in the front like sneakers). Red bracelets encrusted with small diamonds are on her wrists and her earrings are red and black hearts. The cartilage of her right ear is pierced with a diamond stud. Her long auburn hair is French braided, and her makeup is red eyeshadow (although not a lot), black eyeliner, black mascara, and dark red lip gloss.
"Okay, tomorrow we are buying you an entirely new wardrobe." Princess says in a no-nonsense tone. Bubbles and Robin cheer and Buttercup chuckles as Blossom's jaw drops.
What?! She signs. No way! Bubbles nods.
"Yes way, you need to show off your figure more!" She said. Robin taps her chin in thought.
"If this doesn't get you boyfriends then I don't know what will." Blossom's eyes widen.
"Oh yeah!" Princess snaps her fingers, smiling deviously. "Brick will totally notice you now." Buttercup, Bubbles, and Robin burst into laughter while Blossom's cheeks redden.
So… Blossom pauses. You guys like my outfit? The girls all nod.
"Of course we do!" Buttercup says, hugging her sister. "You look damn sexy!" Blossom's smile returns and she giggles silently.
"C'mon girls, let's go get our party on!" Bubbles squeals. The five walk out and together they walk the short distance downtown, ready for a night of fun.
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"Look there it is!" Robin says, pointing down the darkening street to a moderately tall building with a neon blue sign reading Blue Note. There's a small line outside, and the little group made their way up to the bouncer.
"Let me handle this." Buttercup says lowly, the other four nodding in agreement. Buttercup walks boldly up to the burly man. He glances at her, completely stoic.
"Can I help you?" He asks in a bored tone. Buttercup smirks.
"Why yes, you can. We're students from Townsville High and we're here for Susan Robertson's party. We're on the list of invites. Buttercup, Blossom, Bubbles, Princess, and Robin." The bouncer flips through the papers on his clipboard, and after a moment, smiles. He unclips the velvet rope and gestures them inside.
"Enjoy." He says to them. Buttercup gives him a two-fingered salute and leads the way inside.
"Whoa…" Bubbles gasps, and Robin's mouth falls open for the second time that night. Buttercup makes an impressed noise and Princess grins. Blossom simply stares.
The club is certainly not what they had expected. It has three levels, arranged in a tiered fashion, with the bottommost level sunken into the floor. That's where most of the dancing is taking place. A huge DJ booth sits atop a stage by the back of the dance floor, and different colored lights flash around the building. The second floor, the floor people enter on, holds more dancers and several bars here and there. The third floor houses tables, couches, and game areas where people can hang out. Most of the bars are on that floor, serving more substantial foods and drinks. The restrooms are also found on the third floor. The final floor isn't visible from the bottom, but it has small lounge areas where people can sit down and relax or get away from the noise and commotion.
"This place is wicked!" Buttercup exclaims. Blossom nods in silent agreement. She can feel the pulsing beats of the music, and her feet itch to dance. But, she hesitates. She's in a completely unfamiliar environment and basically has no idea what she's doing. Princess suddenly grabs her hand. Blossom looks at her, eyebrows raised. Her best friend's grin broadens.
"Let's go dance!" She says, dragging her down to the floor. Blossom laughs and throws a wave behind her as her sisters and friend laugh, running to catch up with the duo. The girls group together and begin dancing with one another. They're smiling and laughing and having an amazing time and Blossom decides to let loose, really feeling the beat and dancing freely. Only Bubbles knew that she could actually dance, since she was the one who taught her. However, Bubbles' style of dancing is predominantly ballet, and Buttercup does a bit of street style and hip hop, but Blossom does all of them. Ballet, hip hop, and ballroom are her favorites. Dancing is kind of like music to her; she feels the beat and follows it, simply going with her instincts and doing whatever came to mind.
This is so much fun! She laughs silently to herself as she dances with her friends and family, throwing caution to the wind.
x
"Oh, Boomie, you look so hot in your outfit!" Brat coos, gripping Boomer's arm tightly. The blond male rolls his eyes in annoyance and shrugs her off.
"Brat." He deadpans. "Please, stop doing that." Brat flutters her eyelashes at him seductively.
"Stop doing what, Boomie?" She ducks under his arm so it wraps around her waist. He instantly removes it.
"I thought Brick made it clear; we are not a couple. So please, leave me alone." He retorts. Brat stands there, stunned, as he walks away in search of his brothers.
When Boomer finds them, he sees that they're having similar problems. Brute is in Butch's lap, her arms locked around his neck, as he struggles to remove her without simply dumping her on the floor. Berserk is snuggling up to Brick's side, while he tries in vain to put some space between the two. Both boys' patience is wearing extremely thin. These three girls had been spreading lies, saying that they were couples, but they really weren't. Then, to make matters worse, the Plutonium sisters would not leave them alone.
"When will this torture end?" Butch cries dramatically. Brick rolls his eyes at his brother, and scowls when Berserk comes closer.
"Berserk, get the fuck off." He orders, finally just standing up. Berserk looks up at him, widening her eyes.
"But Brick, why are you acting like this?" She pouts. Brick's scowl deepens.
"You both need to listen up and listen well." He says. Butch rises to stand by his brother, letting Brute roll off his lap. The two girls watch them incredulously. "We are not your boyfriends. So leave us alone." The way he said it, so menacingly, made both girls very afraid. His cold red eyes are unmerciful. Butch chuckles darkly.
"Now that that's over with, let's go party!" He exclaims, turning and striding away. Brick gives Brute and Berserk one last glare before turning on his heel and walking to the two lower levels.
"Guys, there you are!" A voice calls. Both brothers turn, and seeing Boomer, stop and wait for their blond brother to catch up. He did so, and grins.
"You guys got rid of them?" He asks. The other two nod, smirking triumphantly. "Sweet. Let's go!" They make their way down to the dance floor, unaware of the stares following them. Already people are starting to whisper about the new couples' breakups. The Plutonium sisters (Brat had joined them at this point) are all fuming.
"Don't worry girls, we'll get them back." Berserk says confidently. "No matter what."
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The three Jojo bothers eventually split up, Butch to the snack bars, Boomer to the game areas, and Brick to the dance floor. No one but his family knew that he danced. He can do just about any style, just not ballet (for pride reasons). He steps onto the dance floor, his eyes scanning the people already there. Most are dancing in that trashy way most teenagers did, but there's a small group of girls by the middle of the dance floor that dance differently. They're not dancing like other girls, trying to act appealing to the males in the vicinity. Their dancing was…cleaner. More classy, in a way. One girl in particular catches his eye, and he freezes.
She's beautiful. With her hip-length hair in a long braid, swinging as she moved to the music, her entire figure was appealing. Her outfit shows every inch of her lovely curves, but not in the purposefully revealing way that Berserk's clothes do. He walks closer, slipping through the mass of gyrating bodies. Her face turns toward him as she spins, and his crimson eyes widen marginally.
Her eyes are pink. A warm, comforting pink that shines brightly in the dark, and her heart-shaped face only brings more attention to her eyes. Then, he notices the way she's dancing.
She dances like me… He thinks suddenly. In that moment, he makes a decision to get to know this girl better, because she interested him. She didn't throw herself at his feet like all the other girls; in fact, Brick doesn't think he's ever seen her before. He moves up behind their group, but the girls don't see.
The next time the pink-eyed girl spins, he's there, taking her hands in his and moving in perfect sync with her. Her eyes grow round and her mouth parts in surprise, but Brick just smirks at her. Her cheeks darken, making her even more beautiful. He leads them to the middle of the floor, and people back up, giving the two space as they danced properly. The girl obviously knows what she's doing; she never misses a step and keeps pace with Brick easily. Her small hands fit nicely in his own larger ones, and he finds himself marveling at the softness of her skin. Shaking his head mentally, he refocuses, and smirks slightly at her.
Suddenly, he leads her into a spin, which she executes flawlessly. Some guy tries to butt in and get her away from Brick, but before he can get a hold of the redheaded girl, Brick is there, blocking him and whipping the two away from him. The girl looks up at him through long dark lashes, and she smiles thankfully. Brick tilts his head down to her eye level, still leading as the two danced.
"What's your name?" He asks. He feels her shiver, and then, in an almost inaudible whisper, she responds.
"Blossom." Brick blinks in silent astonishment, but quickly composes himself. Her voice is…unique. Like nothing he's ever heard before. It's thick and sultry, even a bit husky, as if she doesn't use it. He looks down at the shorter girl.
"I'm Brick." She smiles, nodding her head. The two dance for a while longer, and then Brick asks if she wants to take a break. Blossom agrees, and Brick pushes through the throng of people, Blossom right behind him.
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"What would you like to drink?" Brick questions his redheaded companion. Blossom is silent for a moment.
"Just…water." She says softly. Brick nods and leaves to get their drinks. While waiting for his order, he thinks about Blossom.
I wonder why her voice sounds so unused…maybe she's just shy? It doesn't sound like she has an accent, so she's probably not foreign… He shakes the thoughts away when he receives the drinks, walking back to the small table he had led them to before. Located in a quiet little corner, away from the people, it's perfect for taking a breather. He hands the girl her drink and she takes a sip, her eyes never leaving his. She seems to be searching his face, but for what he doesn't know.
"How old are you?" He asks, taking a gulp of his Coke. Blossom smiles.
"Seventeen." She whispers. He smiles slightly.
"I just turned eighteen." He responds. She giggles, making her even more attractive. "You go to Townsville High, right?" At this she nods. "Why haven't I ever seen you before?" Blossom shrugs.
"Not…very social." She says. She wraps her hands around the water glass and gazes at all the students moving about the club. Now Brick's intrigued. Here she was, gorgeous and single, and not one person had even said hello to her, besides those girls she had been with before. What's so bad about her?
"Well, I'm glad I talked to you before some other jackass did." He says bluntly. Blossom blushes prettily, and Brick smirks. Suddenly, a buzzing noise comes from Blossom's pocket. She pulls out a cellphone, and her eyes widen just a fraction. Brick notices and raises an eyebrow, curious.
"Is something wrong?" He asks. Blossom looks back at him and shakes her head.
"Meeting…friends. Want to come with?" She says in a low voice. Brick shrugs, might as well get to know her friends, he plans on seeing a lot more of the redhead.
"Sure." She smiles and stands up, drink in hand. Brick follows her example and walks next to her up the wide stairway, glaring at any guy who shows interest in Blossom. When they get to the third floor, Blossom looks around for a moment before her face lights up into a smile. She grabs Brick's hand and leads him over to a lounge area, where six people are hanging out. Three couches are arranged in a square, with a coffee table between them. A carpet rests underneath, and drinks and a snack tray sit on the table. Two guys, both brown-haired, and a black-haired girl are on one couch, laughing at something the black-haired girl said. Three other girls, a redhead, dark brunette, and a blonde, are seated across from them, giggling and chatting. Brick recognizes the girls as the ones Blossom was dancing with when he first saw her. The blonde girl looks up as they approached and jumps to her high-heeled feet.
"Blossom!" She says, lunging at the girl and squeezing her. "There you are!" The ravenette rolls her eyes.
"I told you she was fine, Bubbles, I know my sister." The blonde – Bubbles – pouts.
"I was worried, Buttercup, yeesh. No need to be cranky." The others laugh and Buttercup sticks out her tongue at Bubbles. Brick is strangely reminded of all the times Boomer and Butch argue. One of the brown-haired boys stands up.
"Hey Blossom, who's this?" He asks. He looks friendly for the most part, but he's looking at Brick warily. Brick can tell these people are protective of Blossom.
"I'm Brick Jojo. I just transferred from Citysville." He holds out a hand, and the boy shakes it.
"Oh, you're one of the new kids, right? Brothers?" He asks. Brick nods.
"Yeah, my brothers are Butch and Boomer." He confirms. The boy grins and his demeanor changes positively.
"Cool, cool. Welcome to Townsville. I'm Mike, that's Mitch," He points to the other brown-haired boy, who gets up and fist-bumps Brick. "Buttercup, Bubbles, Princess, and Robin." He points to Blossom's sisters, then the curly redhead and the dark brunette. Bubbles smiles and Buttercup nods a greeting. Princess waves and Robin says a quick 'hello'.
"Oh, Blossom, Brick, come on and sit down!" Bubbles says cheerfully. She practically pushes Blossom and Brick down onto the empty couch, and returns to sitting next to Robin and Princess. The group easily starts a new conversation, including Brick. The red-eyed teenager sees that while Blossom smiles and laughs along, she never speaks up.
I wonder why… Brick looks over to the girl next to him carefully. Her posture is relaxed, her attitude caring and even a bit motherly towards these people. She's obviously comfortable here, so why isn't she talking?
"Hey Brick, almost forgot to ask, where did you learn to dance like that?" Buttercup questions curiously. "We saw you two out there before." Brick glances at Blossom from the corner of his eyes, and she blushes. A smirk appears on his face and he decides to tease her a bit.
Throwing his arm over her bare shoulders, he says, "Well, I started learning when my parents' business took off, since my brothers and I were forced to attend all the meetings and gatherings. We had to know how to dance, and I guess after that I never stopped." He shrugs, looking back at Blossom. Her cheeks are a deep red, and she has her lip between her teeth. He frowns slightly, and brings his hand up, tugging her lip out.
"Don't do that; you'll make it bleed." He says, voice a bit gruff. Blossom stares at him, and after a moment, nods slowly. The others watch them with knowing looks. It's obvious the two have chemistry, even if they just met.
"I am so with you on getting them together." Bubbles whispers to Princess, making the other girl giggle. Princess' laugh seems to break the silence, and the group resumes their previous conversation.
x
"I am exhausted." Buttercup groans, face-planting into the soft couch cushions. Her sisters laugh. Blossom kicks off her heels and sits down on the carpet, rubbing her sister's shoulders in condolence. Bubbles copies her, slipping out of her own heels and sitting on Buttercup's legs. The green-eyed girl moans again.
"Bubbly, why are you on my legs?" She says, voice muffled by the couch.
"C'mon BC, at least take off your makeup before trying to suffocate yourself with our sofa." Bubbles giggles, poking Buttercup's back. The girl grumbles profanities under her breath but reluctantly obeys. The trio go upstairs to change and meet in Blossom's room a little while later, clad in pajamas and makeup-free.
Buttercup plops down on Blossom's bed, making the redhead bounce for a moment. The girls share a glance and burst into laughter. Bubbles crawls onto the bed next to them.
"So." She starts. Blossom raises an eyebrow.
"What's going on between you and Brick?" Buttercup asks bluntly. Blossom's eyes widen and she blushes for the umpteenth time that night. Bubbles squeals.
"Oh my God, you like him! You like him you like him you like him!" She shakes Blossom's shoulders gently. Buttercup laughs at Blossom's deer-in-headlights expression.
"Chill Blossy, we're gonna help you two get together." Buttercup consoles, patting her knee. Blossom gives her a look, and Buttercup smiles mischievously.
"Oh don't mind her, Blossom." Bubbles says, waving a hand at Buttercup. Blossom smirks as Buttercup pouts.
"But seriously, how did you two…converse?" Bubbles says awkwardly. Blossom starts to play with her fingers, not meeting their eyes. The answer hits Buttercup first. She shoots off the bed, pointing an accusatory finger at Blossom, her eyes wide and mouth agape.
"You talked to him, didn't you?!" The ebony-haired girl exclaims. Granted, her sisters and friends heard Blossom talk on occasion, but she didn't talk in public, and she certainly didn't talk to boys she had just met hours before.
A guilty look on her face, Blossom nods.
"What?!" Bubbles shrieks. Blossom winces as her sisters bombard her with questions. Looking up, she searches their faces for signs of anger or hurt. On the contrary, Bubbles is practically beaming and Buttercup is staring at her in awe.
You're…not mad? She signs slowly. Her sisters freeze.
"What? Mad? No, of course we're not mad!" Bubbles reassures her and Blossom relaxes. Buttercup laughs under her breath.
"Why would you think we would be mad? This is great! But…did you tell him you're…deaf?" Bubbles asks, her voice growing quieter at the end. Blossom shakes her head. Buttercup taps her chin.
"This could be an issue." She mutters. Blossom shrugs helplessly.
It never came up. She signs. Sorry.
Bubbles waves her hands in front of her face, shaking her head. "No, no, don't be sorry! This is good! Now, when he figures it out – don't give me that look, Stacy heard from Jennifer that he was apparently at the top of his class in Citysville – we can see if he actually wants to know the REAL Blossom, because we all know that the real Blossom does not hide her gorgeous figure and amazing personality behind all that loose clothing and wallflower-ness!"
Buttercup busts out laughing again, and Blossom blinks at her sister.
"So that's why, tomorrow we are re-vamping your wardrobe!" Bubbles declares, pointing at Blossom. The redhead and the ravenette groan. "It's about time we went on a good shopping trip, I've already called the girls, and they're meeting us tomorrow at eleven. We've got a big day, so we better get some rest!" And with that, the blue-eyed girl says a quick good-night and skips out of the room. Buttercup watches her go, a menacing look on her face.
"Blonde she-demon…." She says under her breath. Blossom shakes her head and gives her sister a good-night hug. Buttercup exits the room, heading for her own. Blossom slips under her blanket and closes her eyes, finally letting her tired body get some much-needed rest.
She knows she'll definitely need it tomorrow.
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YAAAYYY THEY FINALLY MET.
brick may be a little ooc in this, but whatevs. he's head over heels in love (shhh don't tell blossom) what do you expect?
also have i told anyone how much i hate the ppnkg bc i dO HATE THEM. SO MUCH.
i have tried to like them. i have. but they're just bitches. im sorry but they are.
ALRIGHT ANYWAY. NEW CHAPTER WOO! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK SO I KNOW IM PLEASING THE GENERAL PUBLIC.
peace out girl scouts,
two red converse