Hello! I'm back with a new RRBxPPG fanfic! It's been a long time since I've written one and wow my writing style has changed a lot. I leave the others up, but I beg you not to read them, oh my gosh I was so young and just not as developed as a writer. Regardless, I've gotten back into PPG fanfics and decided to revive my love. Hopefully I can keep up with this one. Thank you for reading and giving it a chance, happy reading and remember to review! xoxo

LOCATION: THE CITY OF TOWNSVILLE.

TIME: 8:25 PM

Blossom's POV

You know that feeling you get in your stomach when you know something is wrong? It's almost like your body telling you that whatever you're doing isn't right. And I'm not talking about morally right or anything, I mean I'm a Powerpuff for goodness sake; not to sound arrogant or anything but it's pretty hard to do anything wrong when you have a title like that. No, I mean that feeling you get when you know your life just isn't going the way you want it to and yet you're not doing anything to change it. I have no idea if that makes any sense, but regardless, that's how I feel.

Please call me with an excuse to leave. xx

I felt bad just typing the message out, but I couldn't stay here any longer. I knew I was leading him on, but it was so hard to end it. It's not like he was a terrible guy, in fact he would probably be considered overall a great boyfriend…to anyone else. Dating him was so simple. He agreed with everything that I said, he laughed at all my jokes, he did everything a good boyfriend should do. Unfortunately though, I had come to terms just this week with why I hated all of this so much. He was boring. Dating him wasn't any fun, he didn't challenge me like I wanted. All he would talk about was science and math and his new inventions, and on top of that all we ever did was stuff that he liked, I felt like I was in the relationship but not an actual part of it. He would buy me gifts, and no matter how selfish and rude it sounds, I hated all of them, they weren't at all sentimental. We'd go out to dinner to the same place where he would order the same thing for himself and me. I knew exactly what he was going to say before he even said it.

Blossom, are you paying attention to anything I'm saying, darling?

"Blossom, are paying attention to anything I'm saying, darling?"

See what I mean?

There were times where I honestly wished he would do something even minorly stupid so that it would give me an excuse to tell him I wanted space. Because if I had to listen to him drone on about the pre-molecular qualities of the ionic whatever the fuck, if I had to sit through another lecture by a renowned nuclear physicist because he found it just so interesting, if I had to make do with the mediocre and not at all passionate intimate moments he tried to have with me, I was going to both literally and figuratively freak the hell out. God, I'm starting to sound like Buttercup with all this cursing.

Not seconds later my phone starts to ring and Bubbles' name and photo pops up on my screen. I almost drop it in my haste to answer the call. "Hello, hello, hello. Bubbles?"

"Woah, Bloss, are you ok?" Her soft voice comes over the phone sounding a little worried.

Probably for my sanity.

"Yeah, all good. What's up, do you need anything?"

"Oh! Uh…" Oh man, I should've called Buttercup. "Yes, the Professor needs help, he's...choking." Lord help me. I rolled my eyes.

"The professor said to come home? I thought I had until midnight?" Yeah right, as if I could take another second of him, let alone 3 ½ hours.

"Wait, I thought your text meant that-"

"Well that's no fair! He promised. What? He said if I don't come home this instant I'm grounded? Can't argue with that man, can I? Ok see you in a few minutes! Bye!" I immediately hung up hoping that he didn't hear anything that Bubbles was saying. Note to self: text BC or the Professor or Robin or literally anyone else next time.

"You have to go?" He fixed his glasses and stood up to follow me - as I was already on my way out the door.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I had a good time. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Ok, it's no problem. See you then, I love you Bloss." He gives me a toothy smile.

"Yep, ok, bye Dexter." I slammed the door and flew as fast as I could away from his house. Ugh, I'm a terrible human.

LOCATION: CITIESVILLE

TIME: 8:30 PM

Brick's POV

"Doesn't matter Boom, I won fair and fucking square!"

"That's literally the exact opposite of the definition of cheating, stupid!"

"Who you calling stupid, stupid?"

"You! Stupid!"

"Would you two shut the hell up!? You're both just as stupid as the other!" I yelled from the couch. It wasn't exactly an irregular occurrence for all of us to be bantering and fighting, but at the moment I was trying to finish homework and their bickering was more annoying than it was funny. Not that the homework I had was too hard, in fact it was below my level of intelligence - and that's not me being cocky, it's seriously below the level of my genetic makeup that provided me with a higher than average IQ - however, there was a lot of it because...well hell, I put it all off until the last minute and now I have a pile to finish by tomorrow morning. I may not care about a lot of things, but grades were important to me despite what people might've thought, I wasn't stupid and I was determined to hold at least some sort of proof for that.

"Woah, what crawled up your butt Red?" Butch laughed despite my serious tone.

"I've got-" I never got to finish my sentence.

"Guys, it the cops." Boomer announced.

"Fuck me, what did you do now Butch?"

"Me? What did you do? I've been on house arrest courtesy of Mom for the past week."

"Let em in Boom. Not like we've done anything anyways...hopefully."

A couple of minutes later two officers were standing in our kitchen with solemn looks on their faces. I asked what was going on...and I really wished I hadn't.

"What do you mean? Is he ok?"

"He's in the hospital. It was pretty bad before but he is stable. You might wanna talk to your mom about heading to Townsville to visit him, might do him some good."

"We haven't been to Townsville in years….this is impossible, I just talked with him yesterday, he said he was feeling just fine." Boomer chimed in.

"According to the doctors he's been suffering from heart problems for a couple of years now. I won't say anything else, they've explicitly told us that they wanted us to speak to your...uh...your mom first."

Butch flew upstairs and came down with our mom a couple of seconds later.

"Officers. What did Butch do now?"

"Why is it always me?" Butch's comment went ignored.

"Him, I'm sorry to come with such bad news this late. Mojo...he uh...he had a heart attack. He's in the hospital, he's not doing too well. Can we talk in private?" The cop asked.

"Whatever you have to say to me can be said in front of the boys."

The officer looked surprised but continued nevertheless. "He's asking to see the boys. The doctors think it would do his health a whole lot of good if...well if the boys perhaps moved back to Townsville to live with him for a while."

I'm pretty sure everyone's eyes, minus the officers, went wide with shock. Mojo hadn't seemed to want much to do with us since we left to live in Citiesville with Him. Sure, he was our dad, but you can't help feeling not wanted when your dad thinks it's more important to take over a town than it is to help raise his kids. Him had given up on crime a while ago, in fact he was trying to keep us from going down that road; however, thanks to our DNA it wasn't that easy to keep us out of trouble, I guess it kind of just came naturally.

"Well that's up to the boys. Can I talk to them before we make any decisions?"

"Of course." He took out a card and handed it to Him. "Give us a call when you've decided, we'll pass the message onto the doctors."

No one said anything until the cops left. Butch was the first to make his stance on the issue known. "Ain't no way I'm going to live under the same roof as the monkey. The only reason he even created us was to destroy the powerpuffs so he could take over Townsville. He doesn't give a shit about us, why should we about him?"

"Come on, you guys know that's not true. He asks about you two all the time."

"Yeah because you're the only one who will talk to him Boom. And that's only because you reached out first. You can't tell me you think you'd ever be talking to him like you do at this point in time if you hadn't gone out of your way, as if he would've ever gone out of his." Butch argued.

"Yes, I do. Maybe not at first. But he feels bad, and he was always too embarrassed to contact you guys, he knew how you felt about him. If you would just give him the chance you would see that!"

"You're too nice for your own good Boomer." I say.

Everyone falls silent again.

"Mom," Boomer starts, "You haven't said anything. What do you think we should do?"

"I can't tell you boys what to do." Him sighed. "But can I give you some advice? Mojo and I created the both of you with the same intent. So if anything then I'm just as bad as he is. But after a couple of years I realised there were a couple of things that were more important than world domination. I have you three now, and I was able to rekindle our relationships despite who I was. Why not give Mojo the same chance?"

"Yeah, but you came to us when we were still young, you raised us. We're 17 now, we're practically adults." I pointed out.

"And Mojo is reaching out now. You're all still young, maybe he's wanted to be involved in raising you and finally mustered up the courage to ask. Don't immediately disregard his reasons."

Silence again.

"If we go...hypothetically speaking right now...would you come with us at least?"

"Of course." Him says it like he's insulted I would even suggest he wouldn't. "Do you honestly think I would let my sons move to a different town and leave me here alone? Look...I'll let you think it over. But really try and think about it."

Him let us talk it over after that. It took a couple of hours, but we'd come to the same conclusion. There was just one problem I had to address before we could give a final answer.

"What about the powerpuffs?"

Him shrugged. "What about them?"

"Well, what if they find out we're back in town and think we're there to stir up trouble."

Him sighs for what seems like the hundredth time that night. "From what I've heard the powerpuffs aren't even in the superhero business anymore. Crime seems to have settled down in Townsville for the most part; no more giant monsters constantly attacking the city. Nonetheless, I will pay a visit to the Professor and have him talk to the girls about it, and I will let him know that none of you will be causing any sort of trouble. Are we clear boys...Butch?"

"Oh come on!" Butch exclaims.

"We won't even use our powers if that helps, will we boys?" I give them the look.

"Oh...come on!" Butch exclaims again but gives in when my look toward him hardens. "Fine, fine. Whatever, no powers. God, this just keeps getting worse and worse."

"Well then, I will contact Townsville High School and have your credits transferred over and call Mojo to ask about living situations tomorrow."

"Thanks Mom." Boomer smiles and hops off the barstool he was sitting on. "I'll see you guys in the morning then."

"Same here, all this monkey talk has me tired as shit."

"Language, Butch." Mom scolds him.

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight."

Him and I are the only ones left in the kitchen after. "Take care of those two while we're there Brick."

"What happened to 'Mojo deserves a chance'?" I laugh.

"Yeah well...that doesn't mean you have to let your guard down. Unfortunately, Butch has too many guards up and Boomer has none at all. You're the sensible one, keep them out of trouble."

"I'll try." I jump off the counter and start heading toward my room. "See you in the morning Mom."

"Goodnight Brick."

It took me a while to actually fall asleep with so many thoughts running through my brain. There were multiple things that could go completely wrong if we were to move back to Townsville. Mojo could really be the asshole we - well, Butch and I - have always believed he was. The Powerpuff Girls could disregard everything we say and chose to make our lives ten times harder than they really need to be. We could end up completely hating it there. Then again there was a percentage of chance - even if it was small - that none of those things could happen and we could actually end up being glad we moved. Unfortunately, we wouldn't know unless we tried.