"I just want to, Blossom!"
"No, you can't Buttercup! And that's final!"
"Fine! That's your fucking loss."
Buttercup stormed off to her room, leaving a fuming Blossom standing there in the living room. Bubbles came in from the kitchen and comforted Blossom. "It's okay. She just needs some time to cool off, that's all." Bubbles reassured her. Blossom had still that raging fire in her. "So what did you argue about?" she asked.
Blossom sat on the couch. "Well, Buttercup was talking about her wanting to move out. I wouldn't allow that because we are a team. But-" Blossom got cut off by Bubbles. "Please Blossom. Buttercup is a grown woman and she has to make her own decisions this time." she answered.
She felt herself calm down a little. "I guess.." Blossom quietly said. Bubbles hugged her. "Just don't worry. Buttercup'll be okay. I mean she is the toughest out of all of us."
"Yeah..." Blossom whispered. Bubbles smiled. "Just give her some time." Bubbles repeated.
Buttercup shut her door loudly. She plopped on her bed and took out her phone and dialed her best friend, Brute's number.
"Hey BC! What's up?" Brute seemed happy.
"I was wondering that can I stay over at your house?" Buttercup asked, hesitant.
"Um, sure. Wait, is Blossom being a bitch again?"
Buttercup sighed. "Yes. Also, I feel like not coming back here. Blossom might lecture me again for not following her stupid rules."
"Hold on, let me see if your room is still in good condition."
"Okay." Buttercup replied, fluffing her pillow.
"Yeah, sure you can live here. Your room seems like it haven't been touched!"
Buttercup chuckled. "You're a good friend, Brute."
"Hey, what's a good friend for anyways?"
"I gotta pack up. See me out at your front door when you see my car." Buttercup said, getting up.
"Sure, bye!"
"'Kay bye." Both of them hung up. Buttercup stuffed her phone in her pocket. She went to her closet and grabbed her suitcase and bag. She threw her clothes inside. She got her important stuff and put it in her bag.
Once Buttercup packed the last of her belongings, she opened up her window and flew down to her green Hummer. She put her stuff inside the car. Buttercup jumped in the drivers' seat and started the car. She didn't say one last goodbye. She just groaned and headed off to Vilestown.
Blossom watched Buttercup leave. She slid down the wall on her back. Her knees hugging her chest. Bubbles came from upstairs and saw Blossom on the floor. "Blossom? What's wrong?" she asked, sitting by her side.
She didn't look at her, she just stared at the floor. "I regret myself for being leader." Blossom said quietly. Bubbles sighed. "Hey, if you weren't leader, everything would go haywire." she tried to make Blossom cheer up.
She went on, "Also, I made Buttercup leave." she sulked. Blossom looked at Bubbles. "You should be leader instead of me."
"Blossom... stop saying all those unmeaningful words. It's making me feel bad." Bubbles whispered. Blossom felt her heart break. "I... guess... so..." Blossom said.
"Now, will you stop worrying? Everything'll be all right. To Bubbles Utonium!" Bubbles joked, trying to make Blossom laugh. Blossom let a small chuckle come out from her mouth. "That's the spirit!" Bubbles exclaimed.
"I know..." Blossom said. Bubbles grinned.
Buttercup finally arrived in Vilestown. She saw a huge white mansion. Buttercup guessed that this was Brute's because she's standing right there!
Brute waved. "Hey, BC!" she ran over. Buttercup got out and Brute gave her a tight bear hug. "Nice... to... see.. you... too..." Buttercup strained. Brute let her go with a friendly grin on her face. "Well, let's get you going!" Brute grabbed her belongings from her car and brought them over to her front porch.
"Can you open the door for me?" Brute asked. Buttercup did so. "Thanks."
Buttercup went inside her house and was awestruck by it. Brute put all her things down on the middle of the living room and straightened her back. "Okay, I'll call the boys to grab your stuff and put it in your room."
Buttercup snapped out of her daze. "Yes. Thanks." she said. "Brick! Boomer! Butch! Come down now!" Brute yelled.
Three boys ran down the staircase. One boy had flaming red hair with a backwards red cap on and dazzling blood red eyes. The other had blonde winged-style hair and has beautiful dark blue eyes. The last caught Buttercup's eye. He had midnight black hair styled in an emo hairstyle and he has sparkling dark green eyes. Brute was smirking at the three.
The red head approached Buttercup. "Hi, beautiful. My name's Brick." he kissed her hand. Buttercup blushed. Brute rolled her eyes. The blonde's turn to introduce himself. "Hey, my name's Boomer." he said seductively. Buttercup was still blushing.
The black haired dude walked over to her and said, "What's up? The name's Butch!" he screamed. Buttercup had an interest in his attitude. Brute smacked him upside the head. He rubbed his sore head and walked back to Brick and Boomer.
Brute spoke up, "So guys, this is my best friend..." Brute waited for her to continue. Buttercup grinned. "Hey! What's up people? My name's Buttercup!" Buttercup ended with a ferocious pose. The three were gawking and drooling.
Brute rolled her eyes and yelled at them. "Hey! Stop gawking! Would you like for me to kick you out?" she warned. The three stopped and mumbled 'Sorry'. Buttercup loved her personality. It was mostly like her. "Okay, boys take her bags and show her to her room. Please." Brute said through gritted teeth.
Brick, Boomer, and Butch took her stuff and headed up the stairs. Buttercup walked over to Brute. "And this is why we are best friends." she grinned. "I know. But those three are complete idiots. They don't know exactly what they're doing!" Brute exclaimed.
"Please. I think one of them are the best out of the two." Buttercup whispered. Brute grinned evilly and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I know. You took an interest in one of my brothers, right?" Brute asked.
Buttercup blushed at her statement. "M-maybe..." she stuttered. Brute nudged Buttercup and wiggled her eyebrows. "Oh shut up!" Buttercup teased. "Come on, I gotta show you your old room." Brute led her up the stairs.
Her room was at the end of the hall, so it wasn't that far. Brute opened her door and saw the three boys laying on the floor in exasperation. Buttercup stifled a snicker and Brute just sighed in disbelief. "Hey, get your lazy asses up!" Brute demanded.
The three jumped up and saw Buttercup. They waved sheepishly. Buttercup waved with a smile plastered on her beautiful face. "Okay, I want to tell you all something." Buttercup announced. All four were listening.
"What is it?" Boomer curiously asked. Buttercup smirked. "Well, I was wondering if that you could impress me and Brute. Wait, scratch that. Impress Brute and you will get a date with me." Buttercup finished.
Brick looked at Butch and Boomer. "So we impress Brute?" Butch asked. Buttercup nodded. Brute approached Buttercup and whispered. "Okay, so what is it?" Brute asked.
Buttercup whispered back, "Give Butch a chance. Please..." Buttercup pleaded. "Okay, okay." Brute replied. "Thanks!" Buttercup grinned.
"On three." Brute said.
"One..." Buttercup continued.
"Two..." Brute paused. The three boys looked confused.
"THREE!" Both of them exclaimed. "LET THE GAMES BEGIN!"
"Oh dear god. This will be hell..." Butch mumbled.
"Wow, wasn't that awesome?" Brute squealed.
Buttercup smirked at the three boys who were dirty, sweaty and smelly. "How was it?" Buttercup asked.
"Hell," Butch responded.
"Disgusting," Brick replied.
"Fun!" Boomer screamed. Brick, Butch, Buttercup, and Brute looked at him. "What?" he asked. "Nothing, nothing." Buttercup said. "Now let us announce the winner!" Brute announced.
Buttercup spoke, "The winner is..." she paused for dramatic effect. "... You can't know yet because you people have to take a shower first, and dress in beautiful clothes to now impress me!"
Brick and Boomer dropped to the ground. Butch was smirking and ran out the door to the bathroom. "Looks like Butch got a head start. Get on with it, wimpy pussies!" Buttercup barked at the two.
Brick and Boomer jolted up and headed off. Brute and Buttercup were practically laughing their asses off. "Epic!" Buttercup laughed. "I know right!" Brute exclaimed.
"I wonder what they're doing now..." Buttercup wondered.
With Butch...
"I think this is perfect."
He wore a green t-shirt with black letters saying 'Don't Look at Me', black skinny jeans, and black vans. He looked at himself in the mirror again, then rushed to Buttercup's room.
With Brick...
"Should this be it?" he asked himself.
He wore a red shirt with horizontal stripes going across, blue jeans, and red converse. Brick just grinned and ran out to her room.
With Boomer...
"I don't know..."
Boomer wore a dark blue shirt with khaki pants, and his blue converse on. Boomer just loved his kind of style. He looked at himself again and rushed out.
"They're all great, guys."
Buttercup was really impressed by their taste in clothing. Brute just rolled her eyes. "So, Brute, who's the winner?" Then she whispered into her ear, "Please..." She sat back to her original position on her bed. "The winner is..." Brute paused.
Brick, Boomer, and Butch were crossing their fingers. "...Butch!" Brute finished. Buttercup stood up and approached Butch. Brick and Boomer were looking at the two.
She whispered into Butch's ear, "Congrats, you get a date with me." Butch blushed. Buttercup hugged him. He didn't know that Buttercup likes him. Brute was putting a hand on her heart and looking at the affection. Brick and Boomer were surprised. "The hell?" they both said at the same time.
Buttercup pulled away. "Also, you get this." Buttercup kissed him on the cheek. Butch blushed crimson. She pulled away. "Remember take me on that date tomorrow. If you don't, you'll regret it." Buttercup warned. He nodded. "Thanks!" she squealed and ran to her bed. Brute stood up.
"I think Buttercup's tired. Please leave." Brute opened the door. "NOW!" she barked. The three skidded out of her room. "Sweet dreams, Buttercup!" she said, then shut the door. Buttercup turned on her lamp.
She reached for her bag and pulled out her laptop. She sat cross-legged on her bed and turned on her laptop. She could see on that someone messaged her. She clicked on that and read it. It was from Blossom.
Hey, Buttercup. I know you don't want to talk to me, but let me just say this. I know you're old enough to make your own decision. So I'll say good luck.
~Blossom
Buttercup was rereading this again, trying to understand. "Blossom sent me this because she thinks I'm mature enough." Buttercup thought out loud to no one. Buttercup shut her laptop and put it in her bag. She pulled the covers on her and drifted off to sleep.
It was 11:45 p.m. and Butch sneaked off to Buttercup's room, he made sure no one followed him. He opened her door and approached her bed. Butch looked at her sleeping.
She's so peaceful when she sleeps, Butch thought.
Buttercup pulled down on his shirt, eyes still closed. "You. You really thought you could sneak on me, huh?" Buttercup opened her eyes to reveal emerald green orbs.
"N-no..." Butch stuttered. "Tch. Yeah, right." Buttercup scoffed. "Remember this, today you saw the nice side of me. You better not get on the bad side of me or there will be deadly consequences. Now goodbye." Buttercup let go of his shirt.
Butch left her room, closing her door quietly. He tiptoed back to his room and shut the door. He plopped on his bed, remembering everything that happened today. He sighed and went to sleep.
The next morning, Brute could smell the sweet cooking. She followed the aroma. It led to Buttercup in the kitchen. She was cooking something.
"Morning, Buttercup." Brute yawned. "Morning to you too." Buttercup responded, putting down a plate of bacon. "Oh dear! What smells so good?" Butch asked, entering the dining room. "Shut up, I made this." Buttercup said.
"Oi, good morning to you too." Butch sarcastically said. She rolled her eyes. Brick cam from behind and hugged Buttercup from behind. "Hey, what's cooking?" Brick asked seductively. Buttercup blushed. "Me, idiot." Buttercup replied.
Boomer came entering the kitchen. He started to eat and the rest did. "Oh my fucking god Buttercup! This tastes so great!" Boomer exclaimed. Buttercup blushed again. "Hey thanks."
He winked at her. "No probs."
Butch and Brick both rolled their eyes. Brute smacked him upside the head. "Eat. Idiot." she said evilly. Boomer did what she says. She smirked.
Butch swung an arm around Buttercup. "Arm. Off. Now." Buttercup seethed. He removed it. "Thank you."
Buttercup checked her watch. "Hey Butch, aren't you supposed to take Buttercup on that date?" Brute questioned, grinning slyly. His eyes widened and ran to his room. Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Idiot." Buttercup said.
"I know right?" Brick chimed in. "Don't talk with your mouth full." Buttercup glared at him. "Or what?" he took the challenge. "OHH!" Brute announced. "Do you want me to feed you and make me choke you on your food?" Buttercup warned. "N-no.." Brick swallowed then said it. Buttercup smirked triumphantly.
"Do you think Buttercup received the email?" Bubbles asked.
Blossom looked at her from across the table. "I'm sure. I think she's not that far from here. I also think we shouldn't bother her for a while. She's still mad at me."
"You don't know that for sure." Bubbles assured her. Blossom looked at her in the eye. "If she's still not mad at me, then would Buttercup reply to me by now?!" Blossom screeched.
Bubbles sat back down. "Oh." Blossom sighed in desperation. "I just wonder what she's doing right now." she finally said. Bubbles glanced at her. "I know, me too. Only if the Professor knew how to handle this kind of situation." Bubbles patted her on the back. Blossom continued to groan.
"What the hell should I do?"
