Not Quite Over You (rrbxppg)

Chapter 4

I thought you were different, I was wrong.

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Brick's P.O.V

After we sang the song, we went to go find our girls. I haven't seen blossom in forever, our manger only kept us working, the whole time. We secretly wrote to the girls at night, I wonder if they got the letters? We shoved each other trying to get out the door first, I won, no duh.

I ran, fighting off people, looking for my blossom. I looked right and the exit door slammed shut, I ran out outside and saw pink, baby blue and lime green disappear in the night.

"Wha- where are they going?" Boomer cried, he saw the picture bubbles made, we all knew it was her and him.

"Maybe they got super shocked, did you see their faces! They looked freaked, we'll talk to them tomorrow, when they calm down." Butch reassured us, sounding like he was trying to convince himself most of all.

"I doubt that." A voice said, walking out of the shadows.

"Mitch?" We said in unison.

"Yeah it's me, how could you guys do that to them, especially you brick! Poor blossom, you have no idea what happened to her those 2 weeks!"

"What the hell are you taking about?! We had to work, record and do tours, that's it!" I yelled.

"Check the magazines, maybe your memory will come back, you seemed pretty stoned to remember!" He spat, okay something's totally wrong!

"WHY I OUTTA!" Butch yelled but I held him back.

"Calm down butch! Something's going on that we don't know about and beating our childhood friend won't help us!" I yelled.

"We can't every be friends again, since I carried blossom to the hospital that night, I knew you ruffs couldn't be trusted!"

It was my brothers turns to hold me back, "WHAT HOSPITAL?! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BLOSSOM!"

"Your big and famous, you figure it out." With that he walked away, all of us to shocked to do anything.

What happened when we were gone?

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Blossom's P.O.V

I woke up in the middle of the night, I carried bubbles up to her bed, then I did the same for buttercup.

I went to my room, I put on bricks red hoodie, it's a bad habit. I couldn't go back to bed, I grabbed my phone and headphones, playing The Fray, 'How to Save a Life'. That song helps me sleep, I don't know why honestly.

Right when I was about to completely shut my eyes and get consumed into the darkness of my nightmares, something outside made a loud noise.

I shot out of bed, I turned off my phone plugging it into the charger. I didn't need a flashlight because well my eyes were like a flashlight.

I floated downstairs, just so it wouldn't make any noise. I stepped outside, and pulled the hoodie down, considering it was the only thing I was wearing and the cold prickled my legs.

On the bottom of the porch steps, was an old converse shoe box. I picked up, 'blossom' was written on the top with red paint? I hope it's paint and not blood....