Hi my name is Blossom Utanium,Im 16 years old,i have an hourglass figure now and my body is fully developed but more then most girls my age.
Im leaving Citiesville today and going back to townsville. Except,im going to wear a disguise,I wear a black curly haired wig and purple contacts.
I bought a house down the street from my sister. Im moving my stuff in today.
I ride my pink convertible to townsville and park it in my new driveway and begin to unpack my stuff.
(Bricks Pov)
I watch a pink convertible go through the neighborhood,with butch,buttercup,and bubbles. We all calmed down after we hit 13 and actually got along together,bubbles two but i dont know were she is at the moment.
Wow,that girl has A nice figure,hmm. Brick don't let your 16 year old harmones get the best of you,besides,remember didn't you swear off love after Blossom broke your heart by leaving. I shake my head I miss that girl so much.
But there something familiar about that girl. I let my instincts kick in and let my feet take me towards her house while she still coming in and out with boxes. Im surprised she can carry then without any help.
I slowly walk up into the driveway,as she comes out to get another box,while she stops and faces me with her mouth hung open and her eyes widen.
Weird! Very weird,but I do get a better look at her,she has purple eyes,which arent really possible,well blossom had pink,so i guess anything possible buy she'd have to be a powerpuff in order to-I cut myself off shaking it off studying the rest of her,while she didn' move.
She had curves,an hourglass figure,a small waist,thick thighs,and c-cup breast I believe,hey im a guy still. She was pretty,but not as pretty as Blossom.
I look back up and smile and reach out my hand, "I'm Brick,Do you need any Help?"
she still looks flabbergasted,I raise an eyebrow and she suddenly shakes her head smiling,before grabbing my hand and shaking it.
"I'm Ebony"She replies smiling. "Sure can you please bring a few boxes in the living room Brick"She says,I nod.
P.S Note-Guys I'll post the next chapter in alittle bit but can you plz tell me what you think,:)
Im leaving Citiesville today and going back to townsville. Except,im going to wear a disguise,I wear a black curly haired wig and purple contacts.
I bought a house down the street from my sister. Im moving my stuff in today.
I ride my pink convertible to townsville and park it in my new driveway and begin to unpack my stuff.
(Bricks Pov)
I watch a pink convertible go through the neighborhood,with butch,buttercup,and bubbles. We all calmed down after we hit 13 and actually got along together,bubbles two but i dont know were she is at the moment.
Wow,that girl has A nice figure,hmm. Brick don't let your 16 year old harmones get the best of you,besides,remember didn't you swear off love after Blossom broke your heart by leaving. I shake my head I miss that girl so much.
But there something familiar about that girl. I let my instincts kick in and let my feet take me towards her house while she still coming in and out with boxes. Im surprised she can carry then without any help.
I slowly walk up into the driveway,as she comes out to get another box,while she stops and faces me with her mouth hung open and her eyes widen.
Weird! Very weird,but I do get a better look at her,she has purple eyes,which arent really possible,well blossom had pink,so i guess anything possible buy she'd have to be a powerpuff in order to-I cut myself off shaking it off studying the rest of her,while she didn' move.
She had curves,an hourglass figure,a small waist,thick thighs,and c-cup breast I believe,hey im a guy still. She was pretty,but not as pretty as Blossom.
I look back up and smile and reach out my hand, "I'm Brick,Do you need any Help?"
she still looks flabbergasted,I raise an eyebrow and she suddenly shakes her head smiling,before grabbing my hand and shaking it.
"I'm Ebony"She replies smiling. "Sure can you please bring a few boxes in the living room Brick"She says,I nod.
P.S Note-Guys I'll post the next chapter in alittle bit but can you plz tell me what you think,:)
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that you could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story or movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, or feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as you probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything you want them to be. An animal, a creature you made up, a monster, or just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that you could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story or movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, or feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as you probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything you want them to be. An animal, a creature you made up, a monster, or just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the next day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue shirt that said "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she said "Oh! I didn't give you a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"