Authors Notes – Sequel to 'Have you ever wanted someone so bad?' This will clear up some un-resolved conflict between Blossom and her two sisters, and stress the meaning of Ross and Blossom's relationship. Will they stay together? You'll have to read to find out.

***NOTE - This is the edited version of this fic, as to comply with the new FFN G-R policy.

Dear Diary.

It's me again, your friend Bubbles. But I guess you already knew that, huh? Haha!

Anyways, I told Blossom that I liked her this morning. I was hoping she'd say she liked me too, but it turns out, that she likes Buttercup of all people! But from what I heard today, she doesn't feel the same way toward Blossom. She came running out of our room with her hands over her ears, yelling. "Gross!!!"

I don't know what to say to Blossom or Buttercup now. Do I still like Blossom that way? I've always been taught that it was wrong. That I'm supposed to like boys. And I do, but not in the same way I like girls. And there was something else too, I was reading it in a book, and it called it 'Incent' or 'Incest' or somfin like that. I just want to know if it's bad or not. But I don't see how it could be bad, if I feel so good whenever I think about her.

She said it would never work out between us, but I'm not sure. I think if we worked at it, maybe we could make it work. But I'm being selfish, aren't I? a relationship has to be what both people want, not just one, right?

Anyway, Diary, it's getting late. I gotta go to sleep, because I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. The professor said if I'm a good girl, then he'll take me to the park afterward. Wheee!!!

Love Bubbles

Dear Diary.

Buttercup here.

I don't know why I still use you, I mean, you can't talk back or anything. But I guess I just need some release. Blossom said she liked me this morning. But like as in what? Like, she likes me as a sister? Or more than a sister? I'm too young to bee dealing with this. I'm not a lesbian!!! And even if I was… Blossom? ~Shudder~ I don't want to think about it.

I think I need to talk to the professor about it, or even Bubbles. Anyone but Blossom. It is true, that she's been a lot nicer lately, but still!

And, I haven't told anyone else this yet, but, I have a boyfriend now. His name is Keno. His a tall, dreamy guy. Kind of poetic even. He writes poetry for me. It's not that good, but hey, at least he tries, ya know?

Blech. Professor is yelling at me to go to sleep now. Stupid dentist. If he so much as touches one of my teeth, I'll rip his lungs out.

See you next time I decide to write something down, Peace out.

B.U.

April 17th, 2012.

Dear Diary,

It's me again. I should really stop writing 'It's me again' since I'm the only one who ever reads this thing. But hey, maybe it's a catch phrase?

I almost envy you, diary. Just a little book waiting for me to open you up, and pour out the problems with my life. You've always been there for me, even though I know you're just a notebook.

Anyway, I finally broke down and told Buttercup about my liking her. She didn't take it like I'd hoped.

I know it was stupid of me to think that she'd feel the same way, but I didn't expect her to be a homophobic. And if this wasn't bad enough, I still have two other people to add to the equation.

Bubbles told me that she liked me this morning. It was totally unexpected, and I was taken really off guard by it. I turned her down. I don't know if I hurt her feelings that badly, she seemed more or less normal at dinner, though she didn't speak to me. Then again, neither did Buttercup.

And then, there's Ross. What a great guy. Even after I told him about my being attracted to Buttercup, and loving her, you know what he said? He said he wants me to do whatever makes me happy. But I didn't break up with him, if we're even a declared couple.

I talked to him today. I found out, that he's been alone pretty much his whole life. Not growing up with a father had taken a dramatic effect, but other then that, he seemed okay. He said that he'd been extremely shy his whole life, and was trying to get over that now. I want to be there for him. And even if it doesn't work out as a girlfriend, I can still be a close friend.

Wow. So much happened today. I actually have a date with Ross tomorrow, so I'd better get some sleep. Thank dende tomorrow is Saturday, and we aren't supposed to go out until one o'clock.

Until tomorrow night, Diary. I'll tell you all about it.

Blossom Utonium

Journal entry #78, Book no. 3

Good evening, three. It feels so good to finally start a new notebook. Two was just getting to worn and torn. And one? Don't get me started on one. He's in my closet somewhere, underneath that pile of well, stuff.

Today was amazing. I think I really have a chance with Blossom. Which is really the only thing I want. As long as I have her, I can see a reason to try. To succeed. I wouldn't be surprised if my grades go up from me dating her.

I'm going over to her house tomorrow, to meet her father, sort of, and her sisters. I've spoken to Bubbles once or twice, but that was just a 'hi' or 'bye'. The other one though, is Buttercup her name? I've tried to stay clear of her. She seems like the kind of girl who isn't afraid to rip your lungs out if you look at her the wrong way. The scary part? She really can rip your lungs out.

After that, we have a date. Where should I take her? Does she like computers? Does she like sports? I'd better plan for both. I've heard that the first few dates can cement or destroy a potential relationship.

But something else has been irking me these past few hours. When Blossom said she was attracted to Buttercup. What am I supposed to think? That she's gay? Incestuous? Just plain wrong? I grew up in a very liberal household, so I know all about how you should go with whoever you're attracted to, but still, what if she doesn't like me just because I'm a man?

No, I'm being stupid.

Blossom isn't that shallow, is she? She doesn't care what gender you are, just what kind of mind you have. She's attracted to strong personalities, and people who actually think.

I'm practically chewing my fingernails to the cuticle thinking about it. If she breaks up with me for some superficial reason…. I'll just die. Literally, I will.

Well, enough self pitying, I need some rest for tomorrow. See you tomorrow night, three.