I'M BACK BABY! I OWN NOTHING!

*Sunflower*

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

To say that Brick woke up in a shock was an understatement. It was damn near midnight on a Thursday night—bleeding into a Friday, and he had to get and go to work in several hours, and someone was banging on his door like a madman.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

THAT'S IT! Brick hopped out of this bed picking up his new metal bat to show this intruder who means fucking business! He stormed to this apartment door, bat in hand, ready to swing, and quickly unlocked the door to swing his bat at—

Butch?!

"Hey Brick! You up—HEY WOAH HOLD ON WAIT A MINUTE!" Butch screamed as he jumped back and nearly dodged a bat.

"Butch?!" Brick shouted surrendering his bat. "What the FUCK are you doing here?! Do you have any—fucking—idea what time it is!?"

"Yeah yeah whatever—listen! I need you help!" Butch quickly recovered from his brotherly assault and pushed his way into his brother's apartment uninvited, as usual.

"Help?! Man, I don't give a fuck what it is—GET THE HELL OUTTA—"

"Hey! Stop being a cranky bitch and help me out! I need to beat somebody on Word Escape and I ain't racking enough points! You're really good and words! Help me out!"

Brick stared at his older brother in an angered awe. Its was late on a school night—which was staying something because they both work at the same job—and Butch woke him up for damn mobile game. Now, Brick was notorious to get agitated when he has been interrupted from his sleep, so to say he was happy was a hell of an understatement.

"Word. ESCAPE?!" If Brick could breath fire, this entire room would be set a blaze.

Butch groaned in frustration and sat on his brother's couch. "Dude I don't have time for this!" His phone dinged and he fished it out of his pocket. "Quick-quick-quick! Uh…..7 letters…two of them has "u's"—"

"NO. NO. HELL NO! I'm not doing this! I'm going back to sleep!"

"Brick! C'mon please! You owe me!"

"I don't owe you shit! Why is this even important?!"

"It's just—I gotta -…." Butch averted eye contact trying to come up with a good enough excuse, but nothing was coming to mind. "Look, man! C'mon! I'm on a time limit and I'm losing points!"

"Fuck. Off!"

BAM! BAM!

Their neighbor a floor below began pounding underneath their feet.

"HEY! KEEP IT DOWN UP THERE YOU PUNKS!"

"SHUT UP OLD MAN!" Both brothers shouted at the floor.

Butch began panicking. "Dude! C'mon! If you help, then I'll let you sleep! Seven letters! Means 'devoid of intelligence'!"

"That's EXACTLY what you are! A fatuous pain in the—!"

"FATUOUS! THAT'S IT! Now, quick, how do you spell it?!"

"GIMMIE THAT!" Brick snatched the phone out of Butch's hands. His phone showed the mobile game Word Escape: Online; a crossword game where two or more people take turns filling in words and rack up points against each other. Butch's username was RWDY_BSRK69, and he was against someone named FGTIN_REBEL and—oh forget this! Brick didn't have time to analyze who this person could probably be. If all he had to do was play a damn word game to go back to sleep, then so be it!

Butch was setting at 315 points while his opponent was ahead of him with 430 points. After typing "Fatuous" as the correct answer, Butch's points moved up to 390, and the screen darkened on stand-by as the game moved over the mysterious opponent's turn.

"Alright. There. Now get out of my—" The phone dinged.

The Jojo brothers turned their heads back to the mobile device.

FGTIN_REBEL had scored 80 points with the word "Heterogenous".

And now it was their turn.

Brick frowned and glared at Butch. Butch knew that look. It was the "I-Don't-Want-To-Do-This-Shit-But-I'm-Not-Gonna-Back-Down-Like-A-Bitch" look. Once Brick picked up the phone, Butch breathed a sigh of relief! This game was his now!

"Thank you, Brick! Thank. You!"

"Shut up!"

Now, this person Butch was up against was playing it smart; they were aiming for words that carried the most points, monopolizing the game as much as they could. However, there was still a way for Butch to make a comeback.

"Dude, you're on a time limit! Hurry up!"

"Don't you fucking rush me!"

17. Across: "Instigate" worth 50 points.

At the end of the crossword, there was treasure chest with a shiny prize covered in star effects.

"What the hell is this?"

"That's a multiplier! Nice! For a short time, the words we score will be doubled!" Butch cheered.

After the opponent gained another 50 points with a word of their own, it was the boys' turn again. Brick activated the multiplier and pick the word that was worth a lot of points. He figured the opponent couldn't spell this one.

"Brick. I don't think you can stack points up like that."

"Butch! I don't think you have the right to backseat game right now!" Brick snapped.

33. Down: "Obstreperous" worth 100 time two.

Butch cheered as they just jumped to first place.

Once the game switched to opponents, Brick glared at his older brother. "Butch. What the fuck?"

Butch rolled his eyes knowing exactly what Brick meant. "C'mon man. This ain't the craziest shit I've done."

"Butch. You hate word games! You only play them in relation to me. You said so yourself. So you're going to tell me the truth. Right now."

Brick locked eyes with his brother, and of course, Butch averted the gaze. Butch contemplated on what to say. He had to be careful around Brick; Brick had the ability to take his words, chew them up and spit them back at him, and Butch hated being on the receiving end of his brother's verbal attacks.

"Look…." Butch started. "I'm playing against a… friend of mine. They're having trouble sleeping….and I gotta beat them….simple as that." He finished pathetically.

Brick gave his brother credit for choosing his words, but this story still didn't add up. "That doesn't make any sense."

"And it doesn't have to!" Butch defended. "Look, do me this one solid and I'll never disrupt your beauty sleep again! I promise!"

Brick groaned, but before he could speak, the phone ringed signaling their turn. The opponent really took their time with their turn. They scored 40 points with their word "Portent". Their crosswords were shrinking quickly with the words that were becoming less and less available.

"Okay we're still winning. And we're in the lead. As long as I keep getting the right words, victory is ours."

"Nice! Nothing can go wrong now!"

Once Brick finished typing "Presage", earning him another 200 points, he failed to notice that the last box was highlighted in dark purple, and entering the last letter activated a trap.

"What the fuck?!" The trapped box caused the entire row to be highlighted in purple siphoning the points that would've been theirs!

"No! No! No! She trapped it?! We said no traps!" Butch took back his phone in frustrations and started typing angrily on the screen. Brick didn't even notice the chat logs tabbed on the screen. He would take a peak, but he just wanted to go back to bed right now.

Butch groaned loudly and dropped his phone on the coffee table. The screen lit up with the words "Try Again Next Time" in bold yellow. They lost—well Butch lost.

And Brick did not care.

"Now will you get out of my house?"

"Brick! You were supposed to help me win! I lost that round because of you!" Butch shouted at Brick, only for the red brother to tackle him to the floor. The two brothers punched and wrestled each other on the floor like they were kids again. And like that time, the present wasn't any different. Butch was tougher and bigger than Brick, and Brick would always get his ass kicked by his older brother. But that wouldn't stop Brick from picking a fight with him. He didn't care he was going to lose, Brick just wanted to beat the shit out of Butch.

Amidst their fighting, Butch's phone ringed signaling a message. He quickly subdued Brick in a one-armed arm lock and reached for his phone. Brick was thrashing and yelling and screaming underneath him as he read the text message.

"YOU BETTER THE HELL OFF OF ME BUTCH! I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS! DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOU DO WAKE SOMEONE UP FOR SOME BULLSHIT! DO YOU HEAR ME?! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!"

Brick felt Butch's hold loosen up significantly, and his brother got off of him entirely. Brick was ready to strike, until he witnessed the stupidest, happiest smile on Butch's face. It seriously looked stupid. This man was practically glowing over what was on his phone.

"BUTCH!"

Butch snapped out of it. "OH! Yeah! Um…thanks man! I owe you!" He said running out his brother's apartment.

"Hell yeah! You owe me! Now get out of my house and go the fuck—!"

/

"—to bed, Buttercup!" Blossom scolded. "And no more games! We have school in the morning." She huffed pushing Buttercup out of her room.

"Thanks Blossom again! I totally owe a cheesecake from your favorite bakery. Promise!" Buttercup grinned as she continued texting on her phone.

"You know I'll never turn down a free cheesecake, but I still don't understand why you needed to win on Word Escape." Blossom questioned.

"Oh! Uh….Mitch and I were playing against each other. We made a bet so…you know how it goes." Buttercup explained.

Blossom tilted her head as though she wanted to press for more, but after a long yawn, she waved her arm dismissing the manner. "Alright…but it straight to bed. Right now." She commanded pointing to her sister's room.

"You got it! Goodnight!"

"Goodnight."

Once Blossom closed her door, Buttercup finished her text.

Buttercup: Hey. Thx again for playing me. I had fun!

Butch: Yea no prob. I had fun 2. Im always here 2 help. I hope you sleep well. Get some rest.

Buttercup: You too!

*A Town In Blue*

The bell rang throughout the halls, and students poured into the hallways from their respective classrooms to the next. The students wore their standard grey and black uniforms; the standard for Citiesville Central High. Boomer pushed past the crowd and reached his locker with relative ease. He opened his locker to retrieve his books, but his door was slammed rudely in his face before he could grab them.

"'Sup bro." A boy with a messy, short cut, almond brown hair and grey-green eyes. Unlike Boomer, he did not wear the school blazer, but his sleeves of his white button up were rolled up to his elbows, his tie was loose revealing a black T-shirt underneath. Outside of that, he wore the rest of his uniform correctly.

Boomer rolled his eyes at the sight of his best friend. "Hey Mike." And he resumed opening his locker.

Mike gave Boomer a sly grin. "So…"

"….so what?"

"What's her name?!"

Boomer was honestly confused. "Who are you talking about?"

Mike groaned. "C'mon man! You know what I mean! Karen Madison, from Chemistry, kept talking to you during class."

"….and…?"

"Dude! She never does that to anyone! She was totally hitting on you!" Mike explained, but Boomer shrugged his shoulders.

"Dude, she was just asking about my day. Nothing to brag about." Boomer replaced his Chemistry book with his Algebra book. Gross.

Mike grabbed his hair in frustrations. God, Boomer can be dumber than dirt sometimes!

"Boomer! Karen. Madison. From Chemistry. Was totally! Flirting with you! And you straight up shrugged her off! Dude, you don't do that, unless you're crushing on another girl, and I gotta have a name!"

Boomer nearly dropped his books. "Wh-what?! Mike, no way! I'm not telling you her name!"

"SO YOU ARE INTO ANOTHER GIRL!" Mike shouted catching the attention of nearby students. Boomer grabbed his friend's head to cover his mouth.

"BRO SHUT UP!"

Once students started walking away, Boomer let Mike go. "So what's her name?"

"I'm not saying anything."

"Is she cute?" Boomer closed his locker. "She must be a blonde. You do like blondes." Mike smirked obnoxiously.

"Oh my God! Shut up!" Boomer groaned and started walking away.

"Boombox, c'mon, work with me! I need details! At least tell me she's from Citiesville!"

"I'm not having his conversation with you."

"I'm gonna take that as a 'yes'!" Mike followed Boomer to their next shared class. Mike continued to hassle Boomer about this mysterious girl until they were stopped by another student.

"Um Boomer." The two boys turned around to see a girl with brown red hair carrying her books in front of her. "Hey!" She smiled sweetly.

"Oh…uh…hey…um…" Boomer spaced. Mike wanted to choke him.

"Karen. From Chemistry." She reminded him.

"Oh! Right! Sorry! Hey."

"Hey…um…I was just wondering, since we're going to lab pretty soon in class, that…you wanna be my lab partner?" She asked batting her eyelashes and biting her lip adorably that made Mike swoon. Boomer was immune, however.

"Oh. Um. No thanks."

OUCH.

The look on her face said it all. The absolute devastation in her eyes spoke heartbreak, dreams crushed and tossed asunder. It could make anyone cry for this tragic girl—but not Boomer, who felt nothing for this girl he barely knew, and could not understand this poor girl's feelings. Mike was ready to choke Boomer with his bare hands.

"Anyway, see you later." Boomer turned around and continued his route to his next class, leaving poor, sweet Karen Madison, from Chemistry, standing in heartbroken bewilderment. Mike wanted to comfort the poor girl, but he didn't want to be late for class. Instead, Mike gave Karen Madison, from Chemistry, the sign for her to call him and ran after his best bro.

"Duuuuuuude!"

"Dude, what?!" The two walked into their Algebra class where more students began piling in.

"You are a fucking savage, my friend!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. She asked to be my partner, and I said 'no'. I don't get how is that a bad thing." Boomer and Mike dropped their bags on their assigned desks and sat down. "Besides, I promised someone else I'd be their lab partner." He shrugged.

Mike sighed. "Dude—" Boomer stopped listening to what Mike had to say as a bunch of other guys across from them were talking loudly over what they were watching on their phones. Boomer could hear the familiar music they were blasting; it was a live video.

"Damn man, these girls rock! What are their names again?"

"They're the Powerpuff Girls! They're from Townsville."

"Dude, these girls are hella cute!"

Boomer wanted to pay attention to his friend was talking about, but it was so hard to ignore these guys to his right. Okay, Boomer, calm down—

"Oh man, that bunny girl with the pigtails is hottest one! You said they're from Townsville—OOFF!"

It was exactly like that moment at Princess's Halloween Party when Bubbles being man-handled by that weird thug. His brain was overridden by his dumb instinct, and without another thought, Boomer just acted. He acted without thinking—even more so that normal.

And that's exactly what happened here.

Boomer punched one of boys on the cheek causing shock and confusion in the entire classroom. The poor boy was knocked out of his desk as Boomer grabbed his phone and in a rage, threw it against the wall as planned—but he missed and threw it out the open window of a three-story building.

And then Boomer realized error of his ways.

"HEY KID WHAT THE HELL?!" He turned around and noticed the three boys he picked a fight with were bigger, taller, and more intimidating. And while Boomer had survived his fights with his other brothers, he was still a pretty scrawny kid. He was built for running—not fighting.

But that's okay. Because his best bro Mike was right—where did he go…?!

"Oh…shit…"

POW!

*A Flower Named You*

"OH NOOOOO!" Blossom screamed throughout the entire house causing her father and her sister to rush to her aid.

"Sweetheart! What happened?!" The Professor ran up the stairs to see his second eldest daughter holding her uniform skirt in both hands; a huge tear across the middle was hard to notice.

"M-my skirt got caught by the door and it ripped apart!" Blossom explained frantically. Bubbles and Buttercup ran upstairs to see what had happened. "Bubbles can you fix this?!"

Bubbles assessed the situation. "Yeah totally, but Blossom we have to hurry and leave or we'll be late!"

"What about your spare?" Buttercup asked.

"It's in the wash! Oh what am I going to do?!"

Bubbles put her hands on her sister's shoulders. "Blossom. Blossom, calm down. It's okay. You can borrow one of my skirts."

Blossom froze. She could borrow Bubbles's skirts with no issues. They're sisters; they borrow each other's clothes all the time, but Bubbles's uniform wasn't one of those that Blossom was willing to wear.

Buttercup sensed Blossom hesitation and jumped in. "Blossom we don't have time to think this over. You and Bubbles are the same hip sizes anyway, so it'll have to do."

Buttercup was right. She didn't have time to worry about it. "Okay. Yeah sure. Thanks Bubbles!"

/

Oh this was a bad idea.

Oh this was a very bad idea.

Blossom couldn't stop pulling down her skirt as far down as possible—IT WAS TOO SHORT!

If she pulled it from the front, she quickly became too self-conscience, and pulled it from the back to make sure no one saw her underwear. This was too embarrassing! How could Bubbles and other girls at school manage to wear skirts like this?!

"Woah! Blossom." Robin exclaimed. "Showing off some leg today, I see." Robin giggled.

"Robin! This isn't funny!" Blossom nearly cried. "This is Bubbles's skirt, because mine got torn! It was even worse when I couldn't find my stockings in time!" Blossom was forced to stick with her simple knee-high socks, making her feel even more exposed.

"Oh relax. You look great! It totally suits you. Not to mention, you are gaining a lot of attention." Robin winked.

Blossom turned her head to see that other students, mostly males, had also averted their eyes from her all at once. It wasn't very convincing.

Blossom wanted to die. "Robin! Give me your jacket or something to help me cover myself!"

Robin sighed. "I wish I could. But I left my sweater in my locker. I'll give it to you after our next class okay?"

Class…Wait. Blossom just remember what day it was.

She just realized she was in her Physics class. The class after this was—

"No Robin! I need it now!"

"Okay. Okay. Calm down! I'll run to my locker and get it."

There goes the bell, and Blossom's heart dropped to her stomach.

Robin left to run to her locker. "I'll meet you at Mr. Jojo's class, okay?"

"Wait! Don't leave me!" And she's gone. Great.

Blossom sighed miserably and slowly walked to her next class. She tried to calm down. Maybe nobody noticed her change in uniform. She wasn't that popular anyway. She was just an average student, like everyone else. Nobody was even looking her way—oh GET REAL! EVERYBODY WAS STARING AT HER!

Blossom never wore her uniform skirt so short. She always kept it long and modest; something appropriate during school hours. She understood that students altered their uniforms for creative individuality and that was totally fine—but Blossom was not one of those people!

Oh man! Now it was completely obvious that people were staring at her. This was getting uncomfortable. Without paying attention, Blossom bumped in Ben in the hallways.

"O-OH! B-B-BLOSSOM!" Ben stammered, his face beet red.

"H-hi Ben…" She could tell he was trying his best not to look down or at least at her.

"Uh…uh…di-di-did you do something with you…your...hair?!"

"Um….no—"

"IT LOOKS GREAT! WELL I GOTTA GO! I'LL CATCH YOU LATER!" Ben nearly screamed as he nearly ran in the opposite direction and far away from Blossom as possible.

Even though they go to the same class.

And he was walking in the wrong direction.

Blossom sighed and continued to class. She turned the corner in time to see Mr. Jojo stepping out of his classroom to greet the students heading inside. He was taking a sip from his coffee mug when he made eye contact with Blossom.

And dropped his mug

CRASH!

The sound startled several students in the hallway, and Blossom was hiding her face in her sweater vest from sheer embarrassment.

Mr. Jojo was quick to clean up the mess, and telling students to continue to class, there was nothing to see here. Blossom went into the girls' restroom and retrieved several sheet of paper towels to bring to her teacher.

"H-here you go, Mr. Jojo…"

Brick took the paper towels from Blossom's hand all while not looking at her direction. Both of their faces were beet red. He cleared his throat. "Th-thank you…"

"…Do you need help…?"

Yes. He did. He needed serious help.

"Please no. Just get to class." He said. Blossom nodded her head and turned around to the classroom.

"BLOSSOM!" Robin shouted from down the hallway waving her orange sweater up high. Blossom wanted to cry. Her best friend was there for her when she needed it!

In her excitement, however, Blossom forgot that she was standing over a wet floor from Brick's coffee and slipped as she took her first step.

And fell.

Forward.

Mr. Jojo tried to stand up and catch her, but from his couched position on the floor, the teacher was paralyzed by the blinding sight in front of him. For a second, Brick thought about Medusa, and her ability to turn people into stone with a mere gaze—that was exactly what he was definitely feeling right now. His body was pure stone, unable to move, or breath; nor could he pry his eyes away from Blossom's exposed underwear as she plummeted face first to the to the ground.

Nothing but tiny printed red and pink strawberries clouded his vision.

It was right then and there that Brick knew he was going to hell.

"OH MY GOD! BLOSSOM ARE YOU OKAY?!"

"What happened?!"

"AHH! Mr. Jojo! Your nose is bleeding!"

"I'm gonna call the school nurse!"

Blossom wanted nothing more than to die on the spot.

People kept calling this fic an "anime" so what's more anime that Omake? Or at least my version of it. I hope you enjoyed these shorts! I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy. This is not to be taken lightly, and I know most of you are stuck at home so I will do my best to provide you all with some reading material! I also have a IG account filled with PPG art of my own, including a new HSS cover art! So if you wanna check that out or ask me any questions, fill free bunnykoi564!

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