A/N: In honor of prom season, I've decided to write a (hopefully) short story revolving around our favorite superheroes/villains-gone-good facing the biggest challenge of all: dealing with prom. Butchubbles, Boomercup, and Reds. Hope you enjoy!
They say your senior year of high school is one of the best and worst years of your life. It's bittersweet, especially in Townsville when everyone's pretty much known everyone for most of their life. Of course, senior year is a hell lot of fun. There's Senior Ditch Day, the endless exclusive trips and parties, the higher status, and most importantly, prom.
The end of the year is already here and that means the highly anticipated prom. Of course, the school is absolutely buzzing about it. From the always-involved Blossom Utonium to the toughest Buttercup Utonium, everyone was talking about it. Or at least thinking about it.
"Oh gosh I can't wait!" Blossom squeals, her loosening red bun slapping her head. "The counsel and I have been planning this for months!"
"Months?" Buttercup raises her eyebrow. "It can't take months to plan a stupid school dance."
Blossom shakes her head quickly. "It's not just a dance! It's the dance. It's the dance you wait for during these four years in high school! It's the dance when you realize that this is the last hurrah for us before we all leave. It's the last dance."
Blossom sighs and then narrows her eyes. "If you think it's so stupid then why are you going?"
Buttercup widens her green eyes and blushes. "Well uh, Jenna wanted to go with Mitch so I-I just thought…"
"Uh huh…" Blossom nods, smirking.
The two girls continue to walk alongside their silent blonde sister.
"Hey… Bubbles?" Blossom stops and looks at the blue eyed girl.
Bubbles looks up. "Huh?"
"What's wrong?" Buttercup asks.
Bubbles looks at both of them, gathering up the courage to whisper what nobody in the history of Townsville High has ever said before.
"I don't really want to go…"
It's a night to remember, and nobody in Townsville ever misses it. It doesn't matter if you're the rebellious outcast who never comes to school events, or the one who is most likely to show up to graduation in ratty jeans and a greasy t-shirt, everybody takes a night to dress up and party.
"What?" Both of her sisters exclaim.
"I just don't think I want to go." Bubbles repeats, louder.
"What do you mean? This is once in a lifetime!" Blossom cries.
"I can't go to prom without you!" Buttercup raises her voice.
Bubbles shakes her head at her sisters and sighs. Blossom and Buttercup were oblivious to their sister's distress, but a certain boy watched from afar, catching every word and every action that belonged to Bubbles. His brothers watched as well, but watched their own targets. Captivated and controlled by the thought of Prom looming ahead.
A/N: First chapter is short and although it is a short story, I think my next chapters will be slightly lengthier. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and don't forget to review or favorite or follow!