A/N: Gang AU – no powers cause nah that ruins everything lol
ORIGINAL PAIRINGS – REDS, BLUES AND GREENS
They have human appendages cause what the fuck how would they text without fingers—they're teenagers.
(So baby Simmer down and pucker up,
You're about to get your mind fucked)
Freezing, Blossom Utonium finds herself unconsciously rubbing her arms in a terrible effort to stay warm.
It's almost two in the motherfucking morning and she's standing at a bus stop that looks like its seen better days. She's continuously shifting her weight from one leg to the other wondering just how Bubbles could possibly be running around in such short skirts in February weather—granted, the blonde wore tights but this was just ridiculous.
She was in freaking skinny jeans for god's sake and at this point she was pretty freaking certain her toes had frozen off.
Shivering, the ginger haired teen glared down at her smartphone with resentment as she reread her most recent conversation
Blossom: Hey, I just left Mitch's party. Do you think you could pick me up? Please? My ride bailed
Dexter: Babe, I'm so sorry! I can't pick you up, my parents are out with the car and even if they weren't I'm still way in Megaville, out of town for my work experience. Where are Bubbles and Buttercup?
Blossom: Ah, it's fine I'll just take the bus. Bubbles left a little before me with some friends, I have no idea where honestly, she texted me when she had already left otherwise I would've joined her.
Blossom: But then again, not to stereotype but she hangs out with the cheerleaders and jocks and they're hella shady
Dexter: Where did she go?
Blossom: They probably went out to eat since the food was pretty much non-existent when we got there
Dexter: and Buttercup?
Blossom: half way through the party, she and Mitch pretty much went MIA
Dexter:...well that's rather inappropriate, he's the host of the party
Blossom: I just hope they use condoms at this point tbh
She rolled her eyes. Honestly, she wouldn't be this mad if it wasn't for the weather
Or the fact that Mitch lived in the dodgiest area in all of Townsville. If Buttercup wasn't dating the ruffian or the fact that she had known Mitch since literally kindergarten, Blossom really doubts she would've even shown up.
Checking the bus timings on her phone, she's suddenly staring at the message informing her that her bus is going to be delayed by thirty minutes and her eyes have bulged out at the sheer audacity.
"You have got to be kidding me" she mutters, pocketing her phone and looking around the street in distress.
Her eyes land on vandalised walls filled with crude graffiti and stray dogs roaming the streets. Her lips get pulled into a thin line as she sees a playground with a few stoners sitting on broken equipment and how the streetlights seemed to either be unreasonably dim or with shattered bulbs.
"You have got to be freaking kidding me!" she says, louder and more distressed
Nothing in this god forsaken district seemed remotely safe and welcoming and Blossom was half contemplating walking back to Mitch's house.
At least then, he could drive her home—that is if he wasn't still preoccupied with other duties
Blossom snorted in disgust and attempted to rack her brain for more ideas.
Even if she called Bubbles right now, her sister was probably already home and without a car. What was she expecting her to do? Fly here?
The Professor was in the same part of town with Dexter, he had the car so it wasn't like he could drop her home.
The world fucking hated her
She supposes walking to the next bus stop can't possibly be that bad, because with the way things are going she's definitely going to freeze to death if she doesn't move or get somewhere warm.
Pulling out her smartphone once again, she's looking up her route home and realises her battery is on a heart breaking percentage of 20.
With great reluctance, she finds herself walking and squinting through the wind, positive that her brand new hat is going to blow off to Timbuktu.
Her face is probably ridiculously red is the first thought that comes to her mind as she's stuffing her hands into her pockets, desperate to retain some form of warmth while listening to the digital woman give her directions through her earphones.
She's faced with a very unappealing looking alleyway and is suddenly questioning google map's sense of direction.
Blossom's almost considering going back to her bus stop before realising that she's walked much too far to even attempt to walk back.
Quite honestly, the thought of her passing out in the comforts of her own beautiful pink bed were what kept her going through these dark times.
This is going quite well she idly thinks as whereas before, her head had been down while walking through the run down alleyway, but now nearing the end and realising that the teenagers in the corner injecting god knows what into their veins in the distance really weren't going to give her the time of day she could hold her head high.
She's unconsciously giving some poor man whose shivering in the corner her change before pity overflows her with how the man's body is being wrecked with shivers and how he's in the thinnest t-shirt imaginable.
Her heart absolutely breaks when she takes in the sight and before she knows it she's unwrapping her thick scarf. Her neck is suddenly exposed to the cold air and she's supressing her own shivers as she gives him her scarf.
It's so thick that he's able to bundle himself up like it's a shawl.
He's thanking her profusely and Blossom barely feels like she's done a thing for him. Her eyes are now staring at his head, now covered by her scarf and it's like she's on autopilot.
Suddenly, the gorgeous hat that she was wearing—that her boyfriend had almost spent a fortune on for her birthday is being removed from her head and she's bending down to place it on his lap.
It was so fucking cold—she's wearing the thickest coat imaginable and timberlands, two—not one but two pairs of socks on and she can't feel anything.
The man himself snaps his head up at her in concern "That's—no, the scarf is more than enough, please"
Quite honestly, Blossom would've probably removed her coat too but there were so many homeless people on these streets—so fucking many that she had no idea on what to do
"Take it" she's already moved on, resuming her route
"Wait miss!"
Blossom frowns, turning back around with her hands stuffed back into her coat pockets
"Please stay away from this part of town. It's not safe, you shouldn't be here."
Her eyes soften immediately, and she's making a mental note to speak to the mayor about the homeless in Townsville.
"I will"
She's out of the alleyway within moments and she's blowing warm air into her hands. She almost jumps six feet into the air when she hears screaming in the distance and her eyes are wide in alarm.
Blossom's immediately on the other side of the street, speed walking in whatever direction her phone's instructing her to go without second thought.
Her heart almost jumps into her throat as she's hearing gun shots—gun shots
Nononono
She's slipping into an alleyway immediately, half panicking because holy hell she really does not want to get in the middle of anything as fucking insane as a gun fight
What once had been a quiet neighbourhood had engines roaring to fill in the silence. She's gawking at the sounds of more gun shots and yelling.
Whatthehellwhatthehellwhatthehell
WHAT THE HELL
Her jaw drops as her eyes are suddenly landing on several motorcycles driving down the street along with young adults and teenagers running down the streets.
She gasps as she sees one rip his helmet off and throw—he fucking throws the thing at another man's face, laughing hysterically while he was driving.
Is he fucking insane!?
Blossom wants to scream, seeing the guy throw away his fucking helmet of all things—the thing that would literally shield his head from any gun shots or if he fell off.
These people were idiots
She realises she's focused far too much on this one miniscule fact and Blossom is absolutely ready to sprint down the alleyway she was in but something stops her.
The auburn haired teen finds herself squinting because holy shit she actually recognised the guy
She's honestly stumped until she sees the raven haired teen grip someone's entire head and slam them into the brick wall. She's fucking terrified seeing blood—oh god there was so much blood roll down the stranger's temple and drip onto the concrete
Her breath gets caught in her throat at the actions before she finds herself remembering
Remembering two raven haired kids grabbing each other's faces in the sandbox, stretching their cheeks
Remembering two inseparable raven haired kids sharing gummy worms together before one of them would shove them up their nose in effort to gross out the other
Remembering moving up to middle school, where those two, once inseparable kids were growing apart and no longer racing, skateboarding down the streets anymore
Her hands fly up to her mouth as she's finally pieced together just who the teenager was
Butch
It was Butch Jojo
"What happened to Butch?" Bubbles asked, nibbling on a piece of toast as she was reaching for the orange juice in the refrigerator one Thursday morning
Buttercup had tensed instantly "Nothing, he's fine"
"How come he doesn't come around anymore?"
"I don't know, god Bubbles I'm not his mother"
Blossom frowned "You guys got into a fight again? I don't see why you're so upset. You'll be throwing water balloons onto people from the terrace again by next week" she rolled her eyes while neatly organising her school bag
"I can ask Boomer to tell him to apologise if you want" the blonde chirped
"Can you guys just fuck off and mind your own business?" the raven haired preteen snapped, throwing her bag over her shoulder and promptly storming out.
She stumbled back in surprise. She hadn't heard from, let alone seen Butch Jojo since middle school.
Buttercup had never bothered to tell her about what happened between the two and as for his brothers—
The sight of Butch whipping out a gun of all things has Blossom reeling from her spot in the alleyway, eyes the size of dinner plates.
Blossom's immediately stepping back, alarmed. Whipping her entire body into the other direction, she's suddenly sprinting down the alleyway.
That was Butch Jojo
She recognised the emblem he was sporting on the back of his jacket.
Butch Jojo terrorising civilians—Buttercup's childhood best friend was a part of one of the biggest gangs in Townsville.
By the time she's made it to the end, she's only stepped out for a second before she's suddenly whipped back in and somehow her back is pressed up against the wall and she's staring into deep red-red eyes—
"Brick?" the name slips out instantly because who the hell else has such red eyes?
No fucking way
No fucking way!
Her already wide eyes have grown in size and her jaw is dropped at the sheer absurdity of her situation.
He looks at her, eyebrows furrowing before his eyes flicker towards her red hair clips, and she can actually see the recollection in his eyes as he figures out who she is.
"Blossom Utonium" he recognises "What's it been? Five years, or six?"
She swears she had seen his expression soften for a split second, probably in nostalgia before he's raising an eyebrow at her.
"I don't know five? You guys left during our final year of middle school"
Brick nods, "Right, eighth grade" his entire posture relaxed after recognising her.
It was Blossom Utonium for fucks sake. Townsville's local goody-two shoes.
"How've you and your sisters been?" he asks, moving to the side to give her some air, casually pulling out a packet of Marlboros and Blossom almost wants to throw herself into the gun fight that was literally happening on the other side of the alleyway.
"We've been good" she responds, cautiously because what the hell is a person to do in a situation like this "what about you and your brothers?"
Something about Brick's expression shifts and he's turning towards her somewhat more seriously than before, lighting his cigarette before taking a drag
"Good"
She yelps at the sound of more gunfire in the distance while Brick seems ridiculously unfazed by the entire thing
Seriously, where the hell were the police?!
Blossom can literally feel the tension that had suddenly occurred in the atmosphere and slowly starts making her way out of the alleyway
"Well it was great seeing you Brick but it's super late and I really should be going—"
A yelp escapes her lips as she's suddenly pulled back in—for the second freaking time into the alleyway, her back resuming its position against the brick wall, his entire arm blocking her path with his hand besides her head.
Blossom's eyes are wide in alarm "Wha—"
"Here's the thing, Princess" he dwells, a small smirk on his expression at the other teen's shock
"You saw something you shouldn't have" he says sighing, acting as if it's her fault that she's in the situation that she's in
"You mean seeing world war three in the streets?!"
Brick looks at her, amused "We both know that's not what I meant. You saw him"
Blossom frowns, her heart beating rapidly in her chest "Him?" her hand reaching for her phone
"Blossom" he says voice warning, his patience finally gone as he snatches the object out of her hands and pockets it
She flinches, feeling goose bumps rise on her pale skin
Please say my name again
"Alright fine, but how could I not notice Butch acting like a fucking idiot throwing his entire helmet off in a freaking gun fight?!"
He snorts and Blossom's suddenly freaking out about just how close and in on her personal space her old childhood friend (cough and old crush cough cough) is.
Brick starts playing with a strand of her hair, having the audacity to be looking completely normal about the whole ordeal and if she wasn't scared shitless she would've probably smacked him.
"Where's your hat and gloves? You're not the type to be going out in just a coat, even if the thing looks thicker than my wallet"
Blossom's nose scrunches up in disgust "Wow. Not like it's of your business or anything, but I gave my hat and scarf to someone else who needed it much more than I did"
Brick stares at her blankly for a few seconds before laughing—actually laughing at her
"Fucking typical, you haven't changed at all!"
"Yeah, unlike you" she mutters, frowning up at him
The pink orbed teen flinched, when more gun shouts and shouts could be heard. Alarmed, the red haired girl spins around, staring at the other end of the alleyway where all the commotion was taking place.
"Ignore it"
She gawks "Excuse me but that's your brother out there! He could freaking die Brick!"
"Then we would all be spared of his shitty grammar and absolute moronic behaviour" he rolls his eyes, unfazed.
Blossom's jaw drops entirely "You don't care?!"
"He knows what he's doing, don't worry about him"
She thinks that she's going to faint.
Brick takes another long drag and Blossom is doing absolutely everything in her power not to breathe in the toxic air that he was emitting.
"What, so you guys live here now?"
He shrugs "You could say that"
Blossom feels the strong urge to twitch her eye and already she knows it's not from the lack of sleep
"What about Boomer? If Butch's out there taking part in the hunger games, where's Boomer?" their names slip out so naturally, even after all this time
"He's around"
WOWOWOWOW he was as useful as talking to the fucking wall that her back was still up against against.
She could feel her body reaching its limits, exhaustion taking over, she had a feeling she would be seeing a lot more of the hat wearing asshole after today. Why was nothing going her way?
"Can I go now? Please, it's like almost four in the morning and I'm about to freeze to death."
"Fine, I'll drive you"
Her jaw drops "I can walk just fine-!"
"Shut the fuck up" he snaps and her mouth immediately glues shut at the harshness of his voice.
He's stepping on his cigarette, and motioning her to follow him.
Blossom thinks she's going to faint when she realises he's lead her to a motorcycle.
Just what kind of stereotypical high school gang drama was this?!
He's pulling the keys out of his pocket and the ginger haired teen jumps when he sits and the engine roars to life.
He's looking at her expectantly, looking like he'd probably stab her if she didn't get on the death trap immediately.
Gulping, Blossom finds herself robotically sitting behind him, her hands firmly locked on her knees.
"Hold onto me or you're going to fall off"
"I'll be fine" her eye twitches, couldn't he see she was deathly uncomfortable?
"If you fucking fall off at some point I'm going to leave you on the ground to die"
Oh look at that, her arms were suddenly wrapped securely around his waist.
It's two forty eight in the morning when Bubbles Utonium is in an uber on the way home.
She's mildly tipsy from whatever she's had at Mitch's party and knows she's going to be hungover in the morning if she doesn't hydrate herself but all she has is her cola bottle that had been contaminated with vodka (CoughThankyouRobinCoughCough)
She's also thanking every deity up there for man's advancement in technology and being able to turn heating on in vehicles.
"Had a good night?" her driver asks, a round Middle Eastern man with kind eyes driving through the area
"Yeah, it was my sister's boyfriend's birthday today—well yesterday I guess" she really wasn't in the mood to talk
He nods before frowning "Love, I know it's none of my business but, about your sister's boyfriend. Is he a good person? This is part of town is really best avoided for people as nice as yourself"
Bubbles blinks "Yeah, I've known him since kindergarten. I mean, he's not a saint but he's got a good personality. He's just…not very privileged" remembering his torn down house and supressing a wince.
Her driver nodded slowly, brown eyes showing understanding through the review mirror. "That's fine then. Would you like me to play some music?"
Please "Sure" she could feel herself relax in the backseat, pleased that the conversation was over because she swears the car was spinning and it was taking ridiculous amounts of effort to keep from slurring her sentences.
Feeling her phone vibrate in her jacket pocket, the blonde fished it out her white iPhone, feeling the urge to roll her eyes at the text on her lock screen.
Buttercup: Hey, did you and leader girl leave?
Bubbles snorts, shaking her head in both amusement and disbelief as she unlocks her phone and type in a reply
Bubbles: You're only NOW realising we left? Nice.
Buttercup: Yeah, sorry. Some of us were busy
Bubbles: busy sucking Mitch's dick?
Buttercup: WOWOWOWOW. Here I am, worried about my two beloved sisters, wondering if they have reached home safe but clearly you're both fine
Bubbles: LOL I'm just teasing. I left a while ago with some friends to get some food, there was pretty much nothing left but alcohol when we were there. Blossom stayed for a while longer, don't know why.
Buttercup: Well she's not here now tf
Bubbles: I think Dexter's dropped her home
Buttercup: Safe. I'm staying over at Mitch's for the night so don't wait up for me
Bubbles: yeah. Because we really didn't see that coming at all LMAO. Use protection.
Buttercup: stfu
She begins to grab her purse from besides her and unzips it to place her phone inside before almost screaming to the high heavens when the entire car stops, and she's pulled forward by the force of gravity, her seatbelt being her saving grace.
"Wha-?!"
The driver curses loudly, and Bubbles gawks, adjusting her vision to what was happening behind the windscreen.
She's met with absolute and utter chaos, seeing teenagers with leather jackets roaming around and holding up the road on their motorcycles
"What the hell?"
He honks the horn a few times but they all seem to either ignore their car or flip him off
Her driver groans "I'll be right back" and Bubbles is left flabbergasted as the short man undoes his seatbelt and goes to talk (yell) at the teenagers.
She winces at the cold air that manages to attack her in the short moments the car door is opened before its slammed shut again and she's able to breathe.
Ugh, she was getting too sober for this nonsense
Actually maybe she was sober
That was a horrid thought, so Bubbles took out her corrupted soda bottle and took a swig. She scrunched up her face before relaxing at how warm it made her when it went down her throat.
Looking back out of the windshield, her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates at her driver.
The short middle aged man was yelling at the group of (what where they? Teenagers? Young adults? She really hoped it was one or the other because she didn't know what she'd do if she saw someone the age of her grandmother wearing leather that tight).
Finally, one of them seems to pull his helmet off and literally from this distance all she can make out is that he's blond and that he's got some bullshit mask covering the lower portion of his face.
Bubbles leans in forward in her seat, noticing how her driver seemed to be calming down drastically as the blond guy began talking to him.
Sighing, she's ready to relax back into her seat and put in her earphones. All she wanted were her fluffy blankets and pillows at this point, feeling envious of Blossom who was probably already home and asleep.
Her blue eyes are feeling ridiculously heavy and just when she feels like she's about to doze off the sound of gun shots have her lurching forward with eyes the size of dinner plates.
Whipping her head back to see just what the hell is going on her hands fly up to her mouth in shock at the slumped body of her uber driver.
No
Nononono
She jumps at the sound of two more at his corpse, and tears are flooding her vision as she watches him fall—fucking fall face down into the concrete floor
She's fucking stunned and her hands are shaking as she's fumbling around trying to find her IPhone—god where the hell is it?!
Bubbles feels like she's going to scream because nearly ten minutes ago she was talking to some pure middle aged man who probably had kids about safety and now he was probably dead in the worst part of Townsville.
She can't even fucking see straight as she's wiping her tears—god she was always so damn emotional
In fact, she's so caught up with her emotions over the fact that some man just died because he was driving her home that she doesn't even seem to realise the blond casually bending down to the corpse and fishing out the car keys.
She doesn't see the way recognition flashes through his orbs
She's too busy trying to find her damn IPhone that she doesn't even realise the dark blue eyes that were locked onto her as he casually stepped over the body and walked towards her car
The sound of the car door opening brings her back to reality as Bubbles' head snaps up in alarm.
Holyshitholyshitholyshit
Her hands are reaching for the car doors but he's locked them from sitting in the driver's seat. Amusement in his electric blue eyes as he turned towards her.
"Hey, cutie" he grinned widely, and despite the mask that was covering his nose and mouth she could see it in his eyes that he was having the fucking time of his life.
Bubbles' first rational thought is to smack him with her purse.
Holyshitholyshitholyshit
"You just killed my uber driver!" she screeches, angry tears blurring her vision and running down her cheeks.
The guy—whoever the hell he is, is not impressed, ripping the entire thing away from her grasp and throwing it towards the passenger's seat before crawling in between the seats and undoing her seatbelt way too swiftly for her liking.
She's screaming and trying to bash his skull in with her soda bottle before he's grabbing her by the ankles, pulling them onto the leather seats before yanking them so that she's lying down completely on her back in the backseat and with one of his knees in between her legs and the other wedged between her leg and the back of the car seat.
HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHIT
Her coke bottle has been thrown god knows where in the vehicle and she's still screeching when she realises her hands are in fact not in her control and somehow have ended up above her head.
She's panting like crazy and the other figure just snorts "Now, are we going to behave like rational people and not act like a fucking sea lion has just jumped into your bedroom window?"
Bubbles' jaw had dropped, her head was already pounding and he blinks for a moment, bending down close—too fucking close
Her heart feels like it's going to burst and explode but he pulls away, laughing—he was fucking laughing at her!
"Holy shit Bubbles Utonium, have you been drinking!?" genuine surprise and mirth in his eyes.
Bubbles wants to smack him with her purse again because—
"How do you know my name?!" she's panicking now, ready to burst into tears at the sheer stress of the situation. He's acting as if he knows her and its freaking her out
And he has the audacity to look offended at her question, before realisation flashes in his blue orbs and he's grinning again
"Oh, C'mon. You don't recognise the guy who you forced to volunteer with in Townsville's animal shelter? You freaking begged me for days" he rolled his eyes
"Or how about how you came to almost all of my guitar practises back in middle school, you know, the ones where you would sometimes skip cheerleading practise to see- I've gotten way better at playing that by the way"
By now, Bubbles had stopped struggling entirely, eyes widening even more than before as memories flooded her vision
No way
No fucking way
"He didn't show up today either" She's tugging at her pigtails in distress
Blossom looked at the blonde with an eyebrow raised as she brushed her long red locks by the vanity in her room
"So? He's probably sick"
Bubbles scrunched up her face in annoyance "It's Boomer, he would tell me if he's sick"
"What are you, his girlfriend? His phone's probably dead"
The blonde was really fighting the urge to throw one of Blossom's science text books that were occupying the shelf she was next to against her sister's head.
"Buttercup would understand" she muttered, throwing a glare towards her sister, leaving the redhead stunned, before storming out of Blossom's pink bedroom.
The sound of her storming down the stairs and out of the house, ignoring the Professor's shouts left Blossom clutching onto her hairbrush so tightly that the wood cracked.
His grip on her wrists have loosened enough for her to slowly bring her hands up to his face, gently prying his mask off, and letting it hang limply around his neck, leaving the bottom half of his face exposed and confirming her suspicions
"Boomer" the name slips out of her lips so quiet—so fucking quiet but he's beaming down at her all the same.
No fucking way
It was Boomer Jojo
Boomer Jojo who left with his brothers six years ago
BOOMER FUCKING JOJO WHO LEFT HER FIVE YEARS AGO—
"Hey, Bubbles" he says, his rough voice suddenly soft and stopping all of her jumbled thoughts in an instant.
And in that moment, Bubbles thinks that she's probably going to die
Blossom has no idea on how to deal with her current situation
Just what was she supposed to do when they got to her house?!
Was she supposed to invite the guy in? Ask him if he wanted to study with her like back in middle school? Hold hands and Sing Cumbia?
"Where do you live?" he asks, completely disrupting her thought process with a voice incredibly rough as he yells at her due to the harsh wind
She blinks, realising that they're no longer in the rough district and are now driving through Townsville central.
The red head teen feels the tension leave her muscles upon finally being somewhere she recognises and unconsciously buries her face into his back. Exhaustion catching up to her.
If Brick minded he didn't voice any objections
Blossom didn't even need to look up to voice her directions, she knew this part of Townsville like the back of her hand, even while drifting in and out of consciousness.
She only has to tell him once before he's memorised her route entirely. Blossom's barely aware of where they are but every time she opens her eyes they're three streets closer to home.
"We're here"
Suddenly, she's being shaken awake and Blossom's rubbing the sleep out of her eyes
She didn't even realise she'd closed them in the first place.
With (surprisingly) great reluctance Blossom detaches herself from Brick's waist and clumsily stumbles off of the motorcycle.
When Brick climbs off it he makes it look unbelievably graceful and Blossom almost scoffs. She's entirely unsure on where to lead the situation.
Her eyes are brought to the leather jacket he was occupying and she's suddenly reminded that holy shit he was dangerous
"So leader girl, you're finally accepting the fact that our favourite trio of morons are missing?" Buttercup snapped, green eyes blazing
"Buttercup—"
"No! Don't you fucking 'Buttercup' me! Bubbles and I have been telling you for weeks, literally almost a month that something was up with them and you didn't listen!"
She wisely chose to shut her mouth
"Nothing matters to you unless it's Brick who goes missing huh?! Just because you have a fucking crush on the bastard!" the raven haired teen is seething, breathing heavily and standing in front of Bubbles
"That's not—"
"It is!" Bubbles screams, stomping her foot in outrage, suddenly reversing the roles and pulling Buttercup to the side to step forward
"Buttercup told you Butch was coming to school with bruises and was lashing out more and you said it was 'normal'! I come crying to you about Boomer being distant and fucking dropping off of the face of the earth and you didn't care!"
Blossom was speechless, her blonde sister was gripping onto the front of her blouse with tears streaming down her face
"Why don't you care?!"
Blossom's breath gets caught in her throat, he was wearing the same jacket as Butch, with the same stupid emblem.
She wanted to cry
He always did have a bad temper. But never in a million years would have Blossom Utonium considered her childhood friend to be fucking insane enough to join a gang
She needed to shoo him away immediately, call the cops—anything
"Would you like to come inside for some tea or something?" her treacherous mouth says instead, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she did so.
Brick stares at her before snorting and shaking his head, rolling his helmet around between both hands
"You always were too nice for your own good, Utonium"
Blossom takes it as a compliment
She's actually made the guy some tea
The entire situation was bizarre and honestly, all Blossom wanted to do was sleep and cuddle her boyfriend—who happened to be all the way in Timbuktu to meet up with all these other scientists for god knows what.
They're both on the couch—she's on the couch with this guy she hadn't seen since she was twelve (and had the biggest freaking crush on the guy ever)
Holy shit this is the most awkward reunion in the entire universe
If Brick seemed uncomfortable, he sure as hell wasn't showing it.
From the corner of her eye she could see him taking sips out of his mug and taking in the living room, his entire posture entirely relaxed as if he freaking owned the place while she was there sitting as rigid as a plank of wood.
HOW on earth, was she even supposed to start the conversation?!
This was bullshit
If anything, BRICK'S supposed to be the one to initiate the conversation, for showing up out of the blue after almost a decade—he fucking left for almost a decade
Her entire body tenses up at the thought and she's almost crying when her mind decides to whip out memories she hadn't thought of in years
She remembers grabbing his hat and running away screaming like a banshee as kids while he'd throw a tantrum while chasing her for it
She remembers lunch times where he would sneak in food for her in the very back of the library because he knew that's where she'd be
She remembers when he began to lash out more often by their final year of middle school, remembers him using a stolen lighter to burn her favourite red bow after a particularly bad fight
She remembers confusion and hurt because what the hell?! He fucking dropped off of the face of the earth out of no where!
When she looks at Brick acting like everything is normal she feels like she needs to scream and pounce onto him so that she can gouge his eyes out
Howdarehehowdarehehowdarehe
HOW FUCKING DARE HE
"Why"
Brick raises an eyebrow "why what—"
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU LEAVE ASSHOLE?!"
Blossom realises that her complete 180 degrees turn in attitude is what leaves him completely off guard as he stares at her with his eyebrows raised up to his hairline in surprise at her outburst.
It's quiet for another moment or two—an hour in Blossom's opinion before Brick responds
"I think you know why we left" he says levelly instead, maintaining eye contact
She pales and they're sitting there in tense silence for another eternity before she finally decides that her pride wouldn't be completely shattered into oblivion if she finally opened her mouth and said what she had been bottling up for years
Blossom breathes in heavily through her nose, her mind set
I missed you— "Did you know that there is literally enough DNA in an average person's body to stretch from the sun to Pluto and back like seventeen times?"
WAIT NO.
WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?!
Brick stares at her like she's just snorted cocaine in front of him and she can't even fault him for it. She can feel the heat transfer up her neck and her ears are burning—freaking burning because what the fuck
She'd thought of this conversation for years, made several scenarios in her mind, and THIS is the nonsense that her brain decides to say?!
Brick's entire composure finally crumbles and he's lurched forward, cackling—the guy was cackling at her!
There was a gang member pissing himself from laughing on her living room sofa
"Blossom, what the fuck?" he snorts, trying to regain his self-control
Her cheeks are burning from embarrassment "What? It's a fact!"
There really was no redeeming herself, she doesn't know why she's trying. She should just steal Brick's gun (because there was no doubt in her mind that he owned one, if not more) and pull the trigger while aiming it at her temples.
"What even—"
"SHUT UP"
"Where the fuck did—"
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" She smacks him with one of the couch cushions repeatedly,
He's still laughing, only this time she's joining him
(Oh no, I've already come too far
Suddenly, none of this is a game anymore.
I wanna throw my all
Into your world)