Good Plan, Bad Plan

Chapter 1: Good Morning Boomer!

Deathy: I blame the random comic strip I did. This is my very 1st PPG Fanfic. Title is subject to change. I hope you all like it. This story is set where the girls are about 18 to 20.

Disclaimer: PPG © Craig McCracken

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The blond laid on the bean bags with his head buried in them. He was snoozing his day away. He woke up a little and turned his head so that he could see the clock.

8:00

He groaned as he sat up. "Guys, I'm bored!" He called into the room. "Let's do something." He stopped and looked around. The room was empty. His brothers weren't home. The blue eyed boy pouted as he crossed his arms. He hated it when they left him behind. It wasn't fair! After all, he was a RowdyRuff too.

Then a little idea struck him. A broad grin rose across his face. He shot up and flew towards the door. "I know what I'll do! I'll do it all by myself too! This is probably the best idea I've had ever! They'll be so jealous that I did it! They'll never leave me behind again!" he kept cheering as he flew out of the door. He left the empty one room apartment behind him.

Later, the door to the apartment opened again. A black haired boy strode in. In his arm was a Walgreens' bag. He was wearing a uniform for a local bowling alley. He dropped the Walgreen's bag on the couch as he grumbled to himself. He pulled out a Gatorade bottle and a Monster first. Setting the beverages on the table, he continued pulling items out of the bag. He pulled out two bags of powdered doughnuts and placed them on the table. He then pulled out medicine. With a sad face, he pulled out medicines for allergies, flus, colds, coughs, fevers, and even vitamins. He sat them all on the table, placing them in a specific order.

After this was done, he sighed and stood up. He walked over to the small bathroom. He grumbled to himself, complaining about his long day. He glared at his reflection in the mirror. He leaned closed to the mirror and removed his brown contact lens. He put his lens in their case. He hated wearing contacts, but what choice did he have? They took his brother away. Like a cruel, vicious monster, they took him. He couldn't forgive them for that. He was lucky to remain unscathed, but Boomer. Boomer wasn't so lucky. Brick was gone and now he, Butch, was left in charge. He hated being in charge. It involved responsibility and oh, did he suck at being responsible. He threw water in his face, hoping vaguely that he could wash the memories from his mind.

He walked out drying his hands on his shirt. "Yo Boomer! It's time to eat dinner!" He called as he took off his uniform shirt and threw it in the laundry basket. He grabbed a green t-shirt from a different basket and tossed it on. "Come on Boomer! Get up!" He walked over to the bean bags where his brother usually slept and nudged them with his foot. "Dude come on! Wake up!" He got no response. Butch rolled his green eyes and grabbed the blue blanket that was laying over the bean bags they had clustered together to form a bed. "Boomer wake up! You need to e… eat." Butch stared numbly at the empty bed that Boomer was sleeping in earlier.

Butch's mind suddenly began to reel. Boomer wasn't here? He wasn't in the bathroom? He wasn't in the small one room apartment they owned. Boomer hadn't gotten up on his own in years. Not since that day. The day they lost Brick. They shot them with something. Butch dodged it, but his brothers got hit dead on. They took Brick away. Butch was able to flee with Boomer. Butch clenched his fist in anger at the old memory. Boomer hadn't been the same since then. The blond boy had been sickly and barely moved. He had on and off again fevers, flus, sinus infections, and several other health problems. Boomer barely moved unless Butch made him. Butch clenched his teeth as he began to scan over the room. Boomer was running a fever this morning, so it was highly unlikely that he got 100% better and left the apartment on his own. This meant someone had to come in to their apartment and take him. Did they finally find them? Was it possible that they were cowardly enough to break in and kidnap Boomer and leave? Were they watching him right now? Waiting for him to drop his guard so they could ambush him?

Butch felt his anger rising to unhealthy levels. He wanted to punch something. He raised his fist and began to aim, but stopped mid-swing. He couldn't afford to fix a hole in the wall, not on his salary anyway. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. He had to find Boomer. He changed into some street clothes? A dark green hoodie, a pair of black jeans, a Dragon Ball Z t-shirt, and a pair of green sneakers. He put in his brown contacts and grabbed a pair of sunglasses. He exited his home as quickly as he had entered.

Elsewhere in Townsville, the blue eyed boy was busy gathering things for his plan. He hummed a happy tune as he walked out of the park with a container full of snails. He was already imagining his brother's reactions to his scheme. This only made him feel like he was walking on air.

It was late. It was already dark out. The family of four was just about to sit down for dinner when the doorbell suddenly rang. The girl with raven rolled her green eyes.

"Who on Earth is that? Don't you know what time it is?" She complained as she stomped toward the door. She flung opened the door and greeted the person at the door with a glare. "What do you want?" Buttercup soon replaced her glare with a confused look. Standing there was a boy about her age. His brown eyes peaked over his sunglasses. His black hair spiked upward. "I mean, hi." She smiled. After all, he was kind of cute. "Can I help you?"

He raised an eyebrow at the girl's sudden change in attitude. He shoveled his feet nervously a little and questioned why he was there in the first place. He decided he had no other option. "Is… Blossom here?" He asked as he looked up at her.

Buttercup pouted some as she heard him ask for her sister. Of course, he'd asked for Blossom. Everyone loved her. "Just wait here a moment." She replied as she walked inside. "Hey Blossom! There's a guy here for you." Buttercup called. "Did you have a date and forget or something?"

"No." The red head answered. "Who is it?"

Buttercup shrugged. "I don't know. I think he's the cute guy who works at the bowling alley, but I can't believe he'd come here to ask you out." Her voice dripping with envy. "He's probably here to ask you out though. Lucky."

Blossom gave a nervous laugh. This wasn't the first time a guy who Buttercup thought was cute asked Blossom out. Guys often only saw Buttercup as just-a-friend or the super-hot-but-to-scary-to-approach girl, where as they would chase Blossom around. "I'll take care of it." Blossom came to the opened front door where she greeted the guy standing on the front stoop. "Hello." She greeted. "Can I help you?"

He stared the pink eyed girl over and nodded his head as a greeting. "Hi. Let me set some things straight first. One. Your door was open and I could hear y'all. Two. I am not here to ask anyone out. Three. I only came here to ask you for some help. Are we both on the same page?" He asked quickly.

"Yes." Blossom nodded, relieved that she didn't have to turn another guy away.

"Good. I'm looking for a guy. I just want to know if you've seen him or not. He's my age. Blond. Dark blue eyes. A bit spacy. He usually wears blue.

"No. I haven't. What's his name?" Blossom shook her head.

"Oh." He sighed in disappointment. He was hoping that one of them might have run into him. "Okay. His name?" He pondered over if he should tell them. How would they react? Would they be willing to help him look for him? Would they want his and Boomer's heads? He guessed it couldn't hurt to try. "His name is Boomer. Thank you for your help though." He nodded his head as he turned and began walking away.

"Wait. You mean BOOMER?! Like Rowdyruff Boy Boomer?" Blossom nearly screamed in shock. This caused her sisters to run to the front door.

In a flash of green, Buttercup floated in front of the guy, stopping him head in his tracks. "What are you look for the Rowdyruff Boys for? What do you what with them? You better explain yourself to us right now!" She ordered as she held the boy in the air by his dark green hoodie.

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Krissie: Tis done! So what do you think of my first every PPG fanfiction? Any words of advice? Criticism? Please READ & REVIEW!