Bubbles was softly reciting her lines while the Art club was preparing the stage for its up and coming play "Romeo and Juliet".
The famous love story between two star-crossed lovers whose love for each other could never materialize because of their families war against each other. A very tragic playwright by the well-renowned author William Shakespeare. It was a personal favorite of the blonde girl as she returned to her highlighted lines.
She was taking a break from repeating the lines until noticing the blonde boy, from her homeroom class, helping out with the Art club's props.
'He looks so lonely. I should at least say hi.' She inwardly assests as she walks in his direction.
Bubbles taps the blonde boy on one of his shoulders and waits until he faces her, "Hey,"
"Isn't your name Boomer?" She inquiries as the boy nods his head up and down. He then asked what was her name.
"Bubbles Utonium, it's nice to meet you, Boomer." She introduces herself as a warm smile graces her face.
He peers down at the play book in her hands and examines the numerous bright lines on the page.
"By the highlights in your book, you must be playing a major role in the play?" Boomer infers after he glances upward.
"Oh, you noticed huh?" Bubbles comments and giggles as she brings the book in to her view. "I got the leading role. I'm playing Juliet."
"That's a great accomplishment." He congratulated her since he was fairly interested that the girl would even talk to him.
"Thank you, but I can't seem to figure out how to remember all of these lines. It gets so overwhelming sometimes." She expresses her fustration, which was evident in her facial features too.
"I think I might know a little trick to help you out. It works like magic." He replies as the smile from earlier return to her face.
"I would appreciate that very much, Boomer!" Bubbles happily thanks the boy, who merely reaches for the book and skims over the material.
"The trick is to become the character. Act how the character would, talk and treat people like you were Juliet herself." Boomer whispers his advice in her ear as her smile widen across her face.
"Why didn't I think of that? Boomer, you're a genius!" She claims as she unknowingly hugs the boy before she heads back to her previous location.
'A genius?' He repeats that one word from Bubbles in his thoughts.
His face starts to instantly heat up when he realizes that he blushes around Bubbles.
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Brick witnessed the incident, which he assumed he should not have seen between a teacher and a student.
It was that girl from his homeroom with the long red hair and a slightly muscular man by the name of Mr. Uzi exchanged a very friendly hug with one another.
For some odd reason, he wanted to punch the man square in the face and it was just his first day at this stupid high school.
After he witnessed the event, he could not help but become jealous of the older man with the red hair girl.
"So you and Mr. Uzi have something going on? You don't seem like the type of woman to go after married men." He breaks the silence between the two.
Blossom casts her gaze from the Manila folder with the boy's information and spotted his feet crossed at his ankles propped up on her desk.
"Feet are meant for walking, so leave them on the ground." She remarks after she pushes his feet off of her desk. She was already annoyed by the boy's presence.
"So what am I wasting my afternoons for?" He questions her after he mentally wonders why he was force to take this extracurricular activity.
"For you, it serves as community service hours. This is a peer mentoring program where a group of students from Pokey Oaks High mentor and influence younger children." The red head informs him about the program.
"So you want a criminal to 'mentor' younger children?" Brick curiously inquries when the girl uses the word mentor.
"Trust me, you are no criminal but if you even think about or harm a single hair on one of our students' head. I will handle you personally." He detects a hint of seriousness behind her threat.
"I would be scared of your sister's threats than yours Ms. Goody two shoes," Brick counters while he sits up in the chair and stares her dead in the face when he speaks to her.
"I will continue to allow you to have that ignorant mindset about me. If you don't want to see it then don't cross me." She advises as she closes his folder, withdraws the desk's drawer, and files it in its respective place.
"Anyway, since it is Thursday, we are taking the group out on a hiking trip." Blossom disclosed before she stood up and left him at the desk.
'Are you serious? I'm going to be wasting my afternoons with kids? Do I sound like a babysitter to these twits?' Brick inwardly complained with a scowl on his face.
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Buttercup extracted her keys once she heard Butch's motorcycle sped through their quiet suburban area.
She could hear the Professor as he stumbled through the house after she opened the door. Buttercup assumed that he must have stayed too long in the darkness of the lab and was not use to the blinding daylight.
"I'm home!" She loudly screams when she sees her father reach for something in the refrigerator.
"You didn't have soccer practice today?" He posed while he tried to feel for what he was looking for but found no immediate success.
"They cancelled it today. Besides, I didn't want to stay at the school doing nothing. So I'm going to pick up Blossom and Bubbles in the car." Buttercup outlines her plan to her father after she prevents him from drinking one of his lab concoctions.
"What have we told you about using the fridge as storage for your chemicals?" Buttercup belittles the Professor as if he was a child.
"Well you don't have that long to relax because Bubbles should be finished in a couple of more minutes." He says to her once his vision readjusts to the light as he reads the time from the analog clock.
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Bubbles found Boomer's tip actually worked even though people flashed her kooky looks as she spoke in Shakespearian even when she was offstage.
Boomer momentarily paused on painting the crescent moon whenever Bubbles recited her desginated lines.
She was very comfortable on stage and politely welcoming the cheers of her fans for her hard work and dedication in memorizing her respective lines.
"Alright everyone, we will dismiss until tomorrow morning. Good job everyone!" The director of the play declares after he observes some of the scenes from the play.
Boomer mentally assumed that his tip was useless since it was the first idea that surfaced from his thoughts when she confessed her problem.
He was in a daze from her performance that he did not see Bubbles walk up to him until she calls out his name.
"Boomer?" She asked and waited until she saw the boy peer up to her. She noticed that up close he had dark blue eyes that resembled the sky in the afternoon.
'Wow he is cute.' Bubbles deems before she hears him ask her a question, "So did the trick I tell you work?"
"Oh…yeah it did. I was coming to thank you for the help." Bubbles says with a blush present on her face.
'Is she blushing?' He pondered. He stared a little harder and indeed saw her cheeks flushed but he just assumed that that was her makeup.
"Anyway, I would like to pay you back for being such a good help to me." Bubbles explains her presence after she watches his facial expression change slightly.
"What do you have in mind?" Boomer poses as he tries to hold back a smile on his face.
"How about I treat you to some ice cream next week? I don't have any money on me today or tomorrow." Bubbles offers as payback for him helping her and not as a date.
"Sure, I'm free then," He agrees before hearing someone ordering him to finish up painting the moon.
"Alright then, see you later, Boomer." Bubbles adds as she canters down the side of the stage with a wide smile on her face.
She reaches inside of her purse, zips it back, and presses the 3 button, which speed dials Buttercup's number on her cell phone. She then places it against her ear.
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"Alright is everyone here?" Blossom imposes as the counselors count the heads of the young children in their groups to make sure that everyone was where they were suppose to be.
"Ms. Blossom?" A little girl calls her name while she tugs on her jeans in order to get her attention.
"Yes, what is it Miranda?" Blossom asks her before she sees the little girl points at Brick. He had his hands jammed inside of his pocket and stared somewhere else.
"Is that your boyfriend?" Miranda inquries to the older red head.
The nature of her inquiry instantly captures Blossom's focus as a blush develops on her face.
"We haven't seen him before," A little girl with blonde pigtails speaks up this time.
Brick overhears the girls' convesation about him thanks to his super hearing. He could even judge Blossom's slightly nervous tone as she attempts to explain to the children his presence.
"No, he is a new counselor. He's going to be under my watch so he won't try anything." Blossom answered the little girl's question with complete honesty.
'Man these little girls are so nosy!' Blossom mentally notes while she swiftly rolls her eyes at the little girls' curiosity.
"Everyone, it's time to head back to the school. You will be picked up by your parents, alright?" Blossom promptly broadcasts her message to the group. They estatically cheers and rapidly files out of the building.
"I can't believe those kids," Blossom mutters out loud as she rubs her temples for relief of a impending headache.
"You get headaches just because little children ask you simple questions about new people around? You really aren't cut out for kids." Brick teased her when he noticed she instantly stopped rubbing her temples and harshly glared at him with an annoyed expression.
"I'm not getting a headache from the kids. I'm getting a headache by your presence. It's annoying me." She counters before she treads into the direction where the kids were.
A coyish smirk graced his face when he followed the group outside and in to their respective vans. The van that carried Blossom, Brick, and the counselors cruised back to their high school while the children drove to their elementary school.
Blossom mentally estimated their arrival time back to the school and removed her cellphone when they were on the highway. She presses the 2 button, which speed dials Buttercup's cell phone number.
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Buttercup drove in the Pokey Oaks High parking lot in a green Camero 1SS, a requested birthday gift. On the other hand, Blossom received an entire encyclopedia volume filled with various subjects. Bubbles wanted her very own camera and was gifted with a canvas and easel incase she wanted to start drawing or painting whenever she felt inspiration.
Besides, she was the only one who really wanted to learn how to drive a car even though she could fly anywhere she wanted too. The other two thought it would be nice that one of them had a car so they could get around without having to bother the Professor all the time, asking for a ride or flying everywhere.
She slows down and comes to a cruise since she was in a parking lot of her high school.
She rolls up just in time to see Bubbles and some other people emerge from her rehearsal.
"What? You're actually here on time?" Bubbles teasingly jokes with her sister, who unlocks the door before Bubbles slides in to the backseat of the car.
"I would've been here even later if I wasn't bothered on my walk back home. I guess Red isn't here yet?" Buttercup rhetorically questions as her phone vibrates in her pocket.
"Hello,"
"It's Midori,"
"Oh, hey what's up?"
"Nothing just bored. What are you doing this afternoon?"
"It is the afternoon you nitwit but I'm not doing anything tomorrow night since it is Friday night."
"I thought you had to work on Fridays?"
"Sundays, Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays,"
"Well good there's this club that just opened up and of course the entire school is going to be there."
"I heard about it. Isn't it suppose to be on Saturday but what about it?"
"I want to go and you have a car and we can go together of course you can bring your sisters'."
"I'll let you know later," and with that Buttercup hit end on the phone as the call clicked off when she heard the door open and closed.
"You don't look to happy there red," Buttercup comments since she intensively stares at the dashboard.
"Just drive...please…" Blossom retorts as everyone strapped themselves in with the seatbelts before Buttercup pressed the gas pedal.
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Author's Note:
07.14.16 Major editing revision