~ CHAPTER 1 ~

Come on, AGAIN?

Brick's POV

The best way to start off your day is with a good fight. That is, unless you lose.

I woke up with my head spinning, and the blazing sun shining down on my face. I tried standing up, but failed miserably. Why wasn't I in my room? How come there were so many people staring at me? And-hey! Why were they laughing?

"Nice hair, Red!" A teenager jeered, his girlfriend suppressing a giggle. She gave him a small kiss on the cheek and tugged at his hand.

"C'mon, he's only a little kid. Lets go."

What? Little kid? I'm not little! And what's wrong with my hair? My hair's awesome! The best hair in the universe! Way better tha- My thoughts were interrupted by a dark, brownish string of goo that slowly dripped onto my windbreaker. My eyes widened as I wiped it off. Melted chocolate.

Suddenly, everything came back to me. I had picked a fight with those stupid Powderpuff Girls and apparently, lost. My hand trembling, I reached up and grabbed my hat.

Squuuiirch.

I took it off inch by inch, and it felt just like taking off a band aid, the sticking, the horror of what lay beneath, and the pain. As I slowly brought it down to my eyes, my breath caught in my throat, and my heart stopped. The insides were completely covered with melted, sticky, gooey, candy.

"Sh-she she defiled my hat!" I screeched, the people around me covering their ears."W-wh-why would anyone do this?" My face got hot, and I felt anger building up inside of me. Forget the hair, my hat was the world to me! It was the best in the entire freaking multiverse!

"Hey kid, it's only a hat. Stop being dramatic," A shopkeeper muttered, his mouth turned down and his eyebrows furrowed. I whipped around and shot a spit ball at his face, sending him crashing a crate of oranges.

"Shut the hell up!" I fumed, before flying away to find my brothers. And as soon as I did, we were going to find those stupid, moronic girls, and kick their butts for this. Shooting one last glare at the people staring at me, I started flying away. A half-melted gummy bear fell out of my hair. Maybe I should wash my hair first.

After ten minutes of horrendous scrubbing, I had finally gotten the worst of the sugar out of my hair and hat, but I was still mad. Boiling mad. As I scanned the city for my brothers, I saw a dark green figure rubbing his head not too far from where I woke up.

"Hey bro, got beat up by that Butterbutt girl again?" I smirked, hoping I made it sound like I didn't lose to Blossom. My eyes drifted over to a spit covered, smelly, balled up sock.

"Aww, dude. I think I did!" Butch's hand shot out to catch what I tossed him."My sock? Why's it all gross and gooey?"

I pointed at his mouth and sighed, "Geez man, I don't know. Maybe 'cause it's been in your mouth for what? The past hour? Can't you taste the stench of it lying in your room for two weeks, unwashed?"

He blinked once. The started wiping his tongue furiously with his hand, his shirt, his arm, and anything else around him that was, clean. "I theriufly beeb foo vinse mwah muth!"

"Dude. I have no idea what you just said, but I'm guessing you need to go to the bathroom?" I said, trying to keep a straight face.

He nodded.

"There's one two blocks from here. Next to the subway."

Butch looked at me with a seriously? face and took his hand out of his mouth,"Are you kidding me? We're in a freaking park! There're like, bathrooms every two hundred meters!" He pointed at one right next to us.

"Oh wow. You're right."

Butch's Pov

Cool water splashed onto my face, and I looked into the mirror, "How come those dumb girls always beat us?" My reflection muttered, his eyes narrowing.

It wasn't like she was fitter than me or anything. And she definitely wasn't smarter. Butterbutt was way too hot-tempered to think clearly in difficult situations.

"How does she always beat me!" I grit my teeth and clenched my fists. "Argh! Aren't boys supposed to be stronger than girls?"

My eye started to twitch as the solution to our defeat suddenly dawned to me. It was so simple!

"Hang on Boomer! I'll pop that stupid bubble with this stick!" Brick hollered.

Say what?

Pushing the bathroom door open, I ran to where my brother was,"Dude, what the hell are you talking about? I don't see Boomer."

"Oh hey man, wanna help get me outta this thing?"

I glanced up. Oh. My. Freaking. God. "What happened to you, man?" I clutched my stomach, barely able to control my laughter. My blonde prissy brother folded his arms and huffed.

"Geez, Butch. You don't have to laugh so hard. It wouldn't be funny if you were in here!" Brick popped the bubble he was stuck in just as Boomer was about to stand up. He fell down the tree, hitting branches all the way. I laughed harder.

"How the hell did you get up there anyway, you dumb wuss?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. He shot me a murderous look then sighed.

"One word. Bubbles. Stupid priss trapped me in one of her bubbles and sent me flying into this tree."

Brick made a low growling sound in his throat and clenched his fists, "Those lame girls! Pinky killed my hat, Butterbutt made Butch eat his socks, and now this! I swear I'll kill them!" I nodded and gave him a small pat on the back.

"Chill. Let's go back and get washed up. We'll destroy them next time." Boomer started flying towards our house, and I quickly followed him, with Brick trailing behind, his arms folded.

The second we got home, I locked myself in the bathroom, squeezing tubes of toothpaste into my mouth. Brick was in the other one downstairs, washing his hair. Which left Boomer to cook, but he doesn't mind. He was the only one who was clean, and besides, he's the only one in our entire family who can make decent food. Me and Brick somehow always end up trashing the kitchen, and Mojo... well let's just say he has failed as a parent.

"Dinner's ready!" Boomer shouted, and I immediately spit out the sweet smelling bubbles in my mouth, ran down the stairs, and slid into my seat.

Mojo, who was already digging into the spaghetti, paused to ask,"So boys, did you destroy those Stinkypuffs today?" We all shook our head simultaneously. "WHAT? I DID NOT CREATE YOU TO LOSE TO SOME LITTLE GIRLS!" His eyes bulged out and he slammed the table.

I smirked. Time for phase one. Casually, I took a sip of lemonade,"Chill mama. It your fault our powers are lame and we're younger than them."

Brick nodded,"Yeah mama, spitballs, socks, and cotton swabs don't kill people," He pointed his fork at the monkey."Our failure is your fault."

Mojo was practically about to pop a vein, and his eyes were bloodshot,"That's it! I will think of a way to give you new powers and make you the same age as those girls!"

Boomer snorted and took a bite out of his meatball,"Good luck mama."

Mojo stood up and smiled at him,"Thank you son," He turned towards me and Brick and glared at us."You should be more supportive like your brother, you ungrateful children!" The monkey made a face and descended into the basement, where is new lab was.

Boomer blinked and looked at me with a confused expression on his face,"Was it not obvious that I was being sarcastic?"

I rolled my eyes and slurped down the rest of my drink,"Nah bro, we just have a nutcase for a dad."

That's it! The first chapter of my rewritten Trust Issues! Hopefully, it's better than the original. Please review on what you think of it! Thanks!

~JanJan334~