Hi! Thank you for clicking on my very first fic! I really hope you enjoy the surprises in this and some even surprised me to tell you the truth. The PPGZ and RRBZ are 14 about to turn 15 and freshman in high school. The RRBZ; Brick- Akira Butch- Boomer-. Hope you like this and please review when done!

Disclaimer- I own nothing but the plot of this fic! Enjoy! -TR1

Chapter One: This is not really happening-Momoko

"Ugh," I moaned as I woke up. I looked over at the clock and it said 9:11. 'My last day of freedom, and I didn't even sleep till ten like I wanted to.'

I slowly rolled out of bed and turned on my stereo on the CD section and the CD had my own songs on it. I called it Summer Jams because I wrote them all this summer or did a cover of my favorite summer songs, and I think it turned out pretty well. I made three copies, one for me, of course, and the other two are for my best friends, Miyako and Kaoru.

I got dressed in a bright pink strapless dress and boots with a jean jacket. I combed my now cut hair that is to my mid-back, so it is much shorter than before. I straightened it, put on my make-up and also put on my pink flip-flops. I put my red guitar in its case, put the two CD's in my purse and went down the stairs.

"Hi Momoko, did you sleep well," my mother greeted me, then she noticed my stuff, "Are you going to meet with Miyako and Kaoru?"

"Yep."

"I heard the new song you were working on, and I think it is sounding really well."

"Thanks mom," I said with a happy tone. My mom has always been the biggest supporter since their divorce. He took my little sister with him and mom kept me. Although, I'm glad that I ended up with mom instead of dad because he never liked my music. He never liked me listening to it, singing it, or ever talking about it. That is all in the past now. I just hope I don't end up like them, always fighting and never agreeing on anything.

"Oh and before you leave," I turned around to look at her, "A new family moved in just down the street and I want you to stop by on your way home and tell them if they need anything that we live just down the street in the white house."

"Okay, mom. Love you."

"Love you too, baby girl."

I went out the door and to the garage to get my bike. I put my purse in the basket and my guitar on my back and I'm off.

Ready or not, here I come. I like you face, do you like my song? Just sing it…

My phone started ringing as hit the corner of my street. I look to see that the professor is calling, I answer it.

"Hello," I ask.

"Hello, Momoko? Are you on your way over here," he asks me.

"Yes, may I ask why?"

"It's something very important I need to show you and the others."

"Okay, did you call Miyako and Kaoru already?"

"Yes I did and they are on their way as well."

"Sounds cool. I will be there shortly," I say as I hang up my phone.

I pedal hard and fast but not too fast because I don't want any damage to my guitar. I reach the lab at 10:23. I pull my purse out of my basket and take my guitar out of my bag as Miyako and Kaoru walk through the gate.

Miyako was wearing baby blue flip-flops, jean short-shorts, with a sparkly baby blue tube top that tied around her neck. Her hair was different today because it was down, looked wavy and reached her upper back. She had on her usual make-up, mascara, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, and lipstick.

Kaoru actually looks like a girl today! She had on jean short-shorts, hair straightened that now goes down to her shoulders, lime green v-neck shirt that is form fitting, and DC Rebound Hi Skate Shoes that were dark green, lime green and black.

"Hey, guys," I say, they wave in response.

Kaoru notices my guitar and asks, "Did you write a new song?" I just smile.

We walk in the lab's front door and see Professor, Ken, Peach and three boys.

Mayiko asks, "Who are these boys, Professor? And why are they in the lab?"

"Yeah, if they broke in I can always beat them up free of charge," Kaoru says, as always being as macho as ever.

As for me, I did nothing. I just sat on the couch and pulled out the CD's from my purse and waited quietly while the professor explained.

"No, Kaoru. These boys did not break in, they are living here now. You see these boys are the RowdyRuff Boys," Professor said. My eyes grew at each word the professor was saying.

"Wait. WHAT," I screamed, "You have to be joking, right Professor? Right Professor," I said again seeing as he didn't answer the first time. But the look on his face seem like this was no laughing matter, "No, no, no, no, NO!" I screamed with all my might and walked out the door I had just come in.

Once outside I had a temper tantrum like a little two year-old, screaming things like 'No' and 'This is not suppose to happen.' I did not like how the boys were back and how they are living with the professor. They could easily do something or be up to something.

I calmed down some and sat against the tree. I heard someone walk out and sit next to me, "Miyako, go back inside and I will be there in a minute," I said thinking it was Mayiko.

That is until I heard a guys voice say, "That's all well and nice but I'm not Miyako."

I look up and to the right of me I see the very person I despise most in the world. He was dressed in a red v-neck t-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, red high-tops and of course that stupid red hat of his on backwards. "What do you want, Brick," I asked annoyed.

"Well I came to see I you were okay with us staying and going to school here, and by the way my name isn't 'Brick' in this form, its Akira, thank you very much," he said.

I stood up and looked into his deep blood red eyes, "Let me tell you this, 'Akria'. Things are going to be different now that you're here. I don't like the fact that you're back. I hate it, actually. To me first impressions are everything, yours was good… this time. I believe that there are second chances in the world and that everyone deserves one. I will give you this second chance and if you as simply even think about being rude to anyone, I will personally end you myself," I said this with so much anger that he actually looked frightened.

"Whoa," he said surprised, "Pinky's got a backbone," he laughed while he stood. He got taller so now I have to look up about half a head.

"See, this is exactly what I meant! I knew you couldn't even be civil and to think that you fooled the professor and the girls," I yelled in his face, "You listen up and listen good, Buster, 'cause I'm only saying this once," I said while poking Akria's chest, "You may have fooled the others, but like hell you're fooling me. I've got smarter since the last time I saw you. I've gotten faster, stronger, and better since then. If you treat anybody like a piece of crap… ha, you don't even want to know what will happen," I say with a smirk on my face.

I turn around and walk inside. He runs in front to stop my path. 'Damn, I was almost at the door, too.' I thought.

"Look, I get that you don't like me or even want me here, but I'm here so you're just going to have to deal with it. My brothers and I have thought a lot about this transition to the good side. Being band never got us any rewards. I wanted to be like you, I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to save the day like you. After the other bad guys kick us o—" I had to cut he off here.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa… what do you mean kicked you out?"

"Exactly what it sounds like, Bloss. They basically told us to hit the road and to never come back. They didn't want us anymore, not even Mojo wanted his own creations. We felt abandoned, useless, like nobody even cared for us. That was until we got hit with the part of the volcano that you guys made explode," he apparently he saw the confusion on my face, "You see, Pinky, when you and the other girls made HIM disappear and the volcano to erupt, part of the volcano hit me and the boys. Apparently it had some white light on it and since we had some white light in us, it absorbed into our skin and we got older. We were found shortly thereafter and were taken and put into foster care with new names and everything. We were adopted about a month later and here we are. With you," he took a long pause, "Look, can we just start over… as friends?"

He looked very serious. I take a deep breath and let it out, "Sure… but let's start as best friends. I want you to know more about me and I hope you feel the same. But don't think I'm about to let my guard down even for a minute."

He laughed, "Let's go inside because I want to hear you play that guitar."

I shook my head and sighed. He opened the door for me, "Thank you. And I'm not that good at the guitar."

"No problem," he said aloud, "And I bet you are," he whispered in my ear.

I sat down at my pervious seat while everyone was staring at me, "Sorry for my outburst."

I took out my guitar and my music, "This song is for my mom, it may seem kinda dumb but here it goes…"

I start to strum my guitar and sing:

I'm five years old, it's getting cold

I've got my big coat on

I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you,

I run and run

Past the pumpkin patch

And the tractor rides

Look now, the sky is gold

I hug your legs

And fall asleep on the way home

I don't know why all the trees change in the fall

I know you're not scared of anything at all

Don't know if Snow Whites house

Is near or far away

But I know I had the best day

With you, today

I'm 13 now and don't know

How my friends could be so mean

I come home crying

And you hold me tight and grab the keys

And we drive and drive

Until we found a town far enough away

And we talk and window shop

Till I've forgotten all their names

I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school

But I know I'm laughin on the car ride home with you

Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay

But I know I had the best day

With you, today

I have an excellent boyfriend

His strength is making me stronger

God smiles on my little sister

Inside and out, she's better than I am

I grew up in a pretty house

And I had space to run

And I had the best days with you

There is a video I found from back when I was 3

You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me

It's the age of princess and pirate ships and the seven dwarves

My sister's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world

And now I know why all the trees change in the fall

I know you were on my side

Even when I was wrong

And I love you for giving me your smile

Staying back and watching me shine

And I didn't know I you knew

So I'm taking this chance to say

That I had the best day

With you, today

I played the last cord and looked and everyone's face, "It doesn't make since because I don't have a boyfriend yet…," I trailed off.

I'm so over it, been there and back, changed all my numbers…

My phone started to ring, I looked at the number and it was the hospital, "Hello," I asked while walking into the Professor's kitchen.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Reed, and I am calling in regards to Marie Akatsutsumi," Dr. Reed said.

"Yes, I am her daughter."

"Oh, then I am sorry to say this, but she just got into a car crash. I believe that she won't make it. She told me to call you so she can see you one last time," said the Doctor while my face paled.

"I'm on the way. Make sure she is still there by the time I arrive," I said in a rush. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. I put my phone in my back pocket, put my guitar in its case and grab that.

Everyone's eyes were still on me, "Momoko, who was that?"

I looked up to see Miyako talking to me with a worried expression on her face, "My mom… car crash… hospital… not going to make it… gotta go. Bye," I stammered through the explanation and ran out the door with Miyako, Kaoru, Brick, Butch and Boomer following me.

"Momoko, slow down. Everything will be alright," Brick said. I ignored him and walked out the front gate.

"How do you know," I say with tears streaming down my face and not facing him.

"I don't," he said.

"I have to go," I said and wiped my eyes.

"Momoko," yelled Miyako. I turned around and start walking backwards, "We'll meet you there! I promise!"

"Thank you," I yelled back.

I started to run all the way across town without damaging my guitar. I saw this little boy walking out of the foster care with his new mom. Then as I keep running I saw a mom and her little girl walk into this store for a job. I ran even faster. I made it to the hospital and ask them where my mom was. "Room 213," replied the nurse. I thanked her and ran to the end of the hallway to the stairs and ran up two flights and found room 213.

"I'm sorry family member only," the doctor said stopping me.

"I'm her daughter," I said using my leader voice.

I walk in the door of the room and pulled a chair and sat down. "Mom," I said with tears in my eyes, "You can't leave me now. Not when I need the most."

"Baby girl," she said sweetly, "Listen to me; people can be cruel, and they will be. People can hurt you, break your heart, and they will. But only you can let them keep hurting you."

"Mom," I said, "Don't talk like that… like you're going to leave me here by myself."

"Everyone is fighting their own battle; to be free of the past, to live in their present, and to create their future… So baby girl, have a heart."

"Mom," I said, "You can't go. You can't leave me," I heard my friends stop at the door/

"What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't happened yet."

"What are you talking about? We have had a lot of best days, in fact the new song you heard me playing… it was for you."

"Then sing. Sing to your heart's content."

I sang her the song that I wrote. She started to cry, "Mama, don't go yet. You have to hold on, please," I begged.

"Baby girl, this is my temporary home. I don't belong here. These windows and rooms, I'm just passing through. This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going. I'm not afraid because I know that this is my temporary home," she said all matter-of-factly.

"Mom, can you at least give me advice for… well, the rest of my life?"

"The best advice I can give you is to keep moving forward and don't give a damn what other people think. Just do what you have to do for you," she said with a distant look.

"Mama, I just want you looking out for yourself up there. Never forget me and always let me know when you're watching."

"Baby, I will always be watching," she said as the monitor went from beeping to one consent beeping. I put my head on the bed and just cried. I was surrounded by doctors trying to revive her.

"Don't," I say with a monotone voice. They all look at me, "Call the funeral home. She died a peaceful death with me by her side. She left with a goodbye and fair well. Wishing me the best of luck in everything I do. She left and is not going to come back… ever."

"Momoko…" Miyako said with a worried look on her face, "Do you need a hug?"

I just nodded my head. She walked over to me and hugged me tight. Kaoru came in with some tissues, and I gladly accepted them.

"Hey, guys," I asked and they looked at me, "Do mind staying the night at my house tonight and help me plan the funeral?"

"Sure," they replied.

"Boys," I said and they looked my general direction, "You can come too if you want hang out and help plan."

I grab the stuff that I came with and left with Kaoru and Miyako by my side with the boys right on our heels. We went to my house and called the Professor and told him what happened. Then the girls called their families told them that they would be staying at my house because of what happened and they would be by to get their stuff shortly. The same went for the boys.

As I was thinking it came across my mind that the press hasn't called or ambushed me yet. You see my mom discovered a love for writing and fashion she was the editor and chief of her own magazine, Pink, courtesy of me. I got all the latest fashions and met some of the biggest heads in the fashion world; of course I always invited Miyako and Kaoru.

Just as I was thinking my house phone rang and I let it go to voice mail because I knew exactly who it was. "Hi, this is Heather from Totally Tokyo, and I am looking for Momoko Akatsutsumi in regards to Marie Akatsutsumi. Is it rue that you are…" I had enough of that and picked up the phone.

"Look, Heather, I am fourteen years old. I have no business running an magazine. So you can go and tell all you little reporter friends that Marie Akatsutsumi's daughter will be just like any other fourteen year old in the world. Going to school, meeting new people, have boyfriend, and graduate. All the hopes and dreams of a freshman in high school," I hung of the phone and then called the cable company and told them to disconnect this number and I will no longer be using this house phone.

"You guys can knock yourselves out with whatever's in the fridge," I said weakly as I walked up the stairs and into my room. I had a queen size bed in the corner with a pink canopy. I had white fluffy carpet with a soft pink rug over that. I had a window seat and a desk next to that. Next to my desk was a book shelf. That was all on one side of the room and on the other was all the music stuff I had. My electric piano with stand, my electric guitar, and now my acoustic guitar, plus all the cases I had for every occasion. I was saving up for another guitar with my name on the neck but that will have to wait until I have a job. I also have big window doors that lead to my outside balcony which were cover by light pink curtains.

I walked outside and let the doors open since it was nice. I leaned against the railing and looked up at the clouds in the sky. Then a voice interrupted my thoughts, "What are you doing out here all by your lonesome self?"

"Thinking," I replied.

"What are you thinking about," he asked.

"This time when I was really little, me and my mom used to go cloud watching and use our imaginations to see what we could make that clouds out to be."

By this time he moved next to me and I looked into his deep red eyes and it felt as is everything was okay. Even if it was just for a little bit, "Miyako told me to come up to keep an eye on you so you don't do anything drastic," Brick said.

"Like I would do that," I said, "Which reminds of two things. One, I have to get all my mom's stuff from her office and second, I left my bike at the Professor's house."

He laughed at the fact I left my bike, "How about we go pick up those things and get you some Starbucks?"

"Are you kidding? Of course," I said, "Hey, guys, we'll be back soon. I have to go get my bike and pick up my mom's stuff from her office."

They nodded and we left. We went to get my bike first and then we headed to my mom's office with barrowed boxes from the Professor. It was around 2:30 in the afternoon when Brick and I walked into my mom's office building. I hooked my bike to the bike rack and then we went inside. Everyone was looking at me and not with the usual happy faces they always have when they see me. This time it was sad faces. I walked into my mother's office and put the boxes on her desk and started to pack up all the pictures of me and her. Plus all her old magazines, and her computer.

I sat in her rolling chair, leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I felt someone come closer to me.

"Best friend," Brick started and I opened my eyes to see him knelling down in front of me, "You have to smile… it brings out your best features."

I couldn't help but smile, "Shut up, stupid."

"I'm not kidding," he said defensively.

Just then the door to my mom's office opened and the second head in charge, Samantha, came in the room.

"What are you doing to your mother's things," she asked like she was queen bitch of everything.

"Well, you see, Mom died so I am taking her stuff home with me," I said slowly enough for her to understand me.

"Hmph," she stuck up her nose, "The press is here and would like to talk to you," and with that she left. I am so glad she is only an assistant.

"I don't want to talk to them, they will only twist my words," I said with my hands over my face.

Brick took my hands off my face, "You know that you are going to have to talk to them, sooner or later. Sooner is better than later just to get it out of the way, if you know what I mean," I nodded my head, "You can't run away from the truth, because I'm not going give up on you. I will be right by your side."

"Thank you," I said with a smile.

I get up out of the chair and walk out the door with Brick right next to me.

"There she is," someone yelled.

"Momoko! Over here," another yelled, "Smile!"

"It's okay, I'm right here," Brick said.

"Momoko, is that your boyfriend," one asked.

I was mad at that comment, "My mother just died and all you care about is if this guy is my boyfriend! I came here to answer your questions about what will happen to my mother's magazine and you want to talk about my love life!"

They are stunned silent until one pipes up, "So, what will happened to your mothers magazine?"

"Her most trust worthy employee will get a promotion, I will decide that at a later date," I said.

"You're not going to take over," one asked confused.

"Why would I? I'm only fourteen."

"When is your mother's funeral?"

"That has yet to be discussed."

"What will become of Pink?"

"Whatever the next editor and chief makes it to be. But I really hope that they keep it the same," no more questions were asked, "Are we done here?"

"Wait one more question! Who is the boy if he is not your boyfriend?"

"He is my personal bodyguard so I wouldn't have to talk to you people, but apparently he failed," I said with a joking tone in my voice.

They laughed and I was ushered back into my mother's office by Brick. As soon as the door was shut, I started to laugh like a real laugh. Then I stop laughing abruptly by putting my hand over my mouth. I haven't laughed like that since I was thirteen when mom and dad we still together and my sister was still here. Brick gave me this confused look and just dismissed it like I did this on a regular basis. Which I most certainly do not!

We didn't even wait for the press to leave. Brick grab the box of my mother's things and we headed out the front door of the building with the security helping us through the crowd of cameras and flashes and just random people take pictures of me. I just hope that one day when I am famous and have a record deal that this will never ever happen to me. Now all I need to do is plan the funeral and hope everything goes as planned.

Well that is it for this chapter. I really hope that you liked it and didn't think that it was too long. I just want to say before you click the review button that Taylor Swift doesn't exist in this world; Momoko is going to be the Taylor Swift in the fic. So please review and tell me what you think! Oh! And if you have any suggestions for Butch or Boomers name please tell me, I had a brain fart and couldn't think of any. If you could help me out with some I will put a big huge thank you to you in the next chapter!