A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Or just Saturday in some cases. Here's a quick part one of my Valentine's story. Enjoy x
Townsville has always been quite a loving city, but the love always seemed to intensify on well, one could easily guess, Valentine's Day.
The villains seemed to be slightly kinder and there were only robberies of chocolate shops and floral shops. Maybe some jewel heists, too but there was never anything extreme.
Everyone was usually in the spirit if not just treating it like another day.
This year was slightly different for the residents of the Utonium household.
Early light creeps into the household as the Professor slips out of bed, placing a kiss on the woman sleeping soundly next to him after he gets dressed in his usual white lab coat. The black haired man quietly goes down the stairs into the bright kitchen, preparing to make a fresh breakfast for his beloved girls.
His wife fit in with the girls nicely, and he loved her even more for it.
They'd been married for almost nine months, and surprisingly haven't had any signs of expecting.
The couple didn't mind, but there was a little part of the Professor's mind that wanted it. Especially with the girls' encouragement and excitement to be older sisters to a new addition.
The Professor hasn't made breakfast since Thanksgiving, and he bought a load of ingredients for the perfect breakfast last night.
The Professor's brown eyes shine and his mouth goes up into a smile. "This is going to be perfect."
Blossom wakes up to a slight chill in the air and her pink eyes open to find the window in her room open, the white curtains bouncing in the wind. She narrows her eyes suspiciously, suddenly more awake than ever and looks around her room to find bouquets of pink and red roses on her bedside table and a trail of petals lying around her carpet.
Normally the neat freak would've panicked but she smiles wide at the sight, her eyes crinkling.
She gets out of bed and notices a white envelope on her desk. There's a simple 'Blossom' written cleanly in black ink on the front and she recognizes the handwriting immediately, her stomach lurching.
She opens the envelope and pushes her red hair out of her eyes to read the note.
The redhead begins to float in the air, a huge grin on her face as she remembers what day it is.
She giggles to herself, "Happy Valentine's Day to me."
The morning starts off anxiously for the other heroine, even though she has never liked the holiday in the first place. But she puts black liner around her bitterly hopeful green eyes and straightens her black hair in hopes of the boy she has her eye on.
Buttercup wasn't one for pining, but after months of getting to know him before the Professor's wedding, she found herself extra conscious of his presence. But he was in a relationship then so he was strictly off limits, no matter how many times Bubbles convinced her that the boy and his girlfriend were all wrong for each other.
So wait, why was Buttercup dolling herself up for a taken guy? They broke up, of course, as Bubbles wisely predicted.
Buttercup was never one to be self conscious of herself until she realized how strong her feelings were for this boy. Today was hopefully the day to toughen up and get it over with.
Buttercup looks at her reflection after finishing, taking a deep breath. "You got this."
That day is here. Bubbles knows this. Which is why she wants so desperately to stay home. But she knows she can't.
So the blonde reluctantly gets ready for school and drags herself downstairs slightly more willingly because she smells chocolate and strawberries downstairs.
She's the last one downstairs and she smiles at the sight of the Professor kissing Nicole.
They pull away, grinning happily before nodding at the girls.
"Good morning, Bubbles!" Nicole smiles, her blue eyes shining as she pushes her auburn hair out of her face.
"Morning." Bubbles nods, taking her place at the table.
She notices the wide smile on Blossom's face and guesses it's the surprise Brick left for her this morning.
Bubbles remembers the encounter they had the previous night despite her tired eyes.
The night was especially chilly with the clouds blocking the full moon in sky as Bubbles tried to look up at the stars from her window.
A red streak broke the clouds and Bubbles' attention snapped to the figure in the sky.
The figure went into the window two rooms from her own- into Blossom's.
Bubbles knew he wasn't there for any action because Blossom was fast asleep and he was carrying things in his arms.
Bubbles soon found herself sitting on the roof in her tank top and pajama pants, listening to Brick's rustling.
It was a wonder Blossom didn't wake up, Bubbles had thought, because Blossom would wake up if a mosquito dared to even buzz once.
Brick was soon done and he slowly floated out of the room, not bothering to close the window after himself.
Bubbles wasn't surprised when Brick noticed her presence and looked at her oddly.
Brick's short red hair blew slightly in the February air and he narrowed his concerned red eyes.
"Evening." Bubbles boldly greeted.
"Nice night for a good old… rooftop sitting?" Brick's eyes looked over to her knowingly.
"The stars look better up here." Bubbles shrugged, remembering the nights spent up there with- never mind that.
"It's two in the morning." Brick frowned at her. "And thirteen degrees."
"Couldn't sleep." She averted her blue eyes.
They're both quiet before Brick's brotherly instincts kick in. "Everyone's worried about you."
"Why? I'm perfectly fine."
Brick looked at her. "He is too."
Bubbles ignored him. "I just couldn't sleep. That's it."
He sighed. "Stay warm, okay?"
She nodded and the Ruff was on his way. "She's going to love it. You know, whatever it is."
He looked back at her and smiled graciously. "Goodnight, Bubbles. Get some sleep."
An hour passed before Bubbles hopped down and went to bed. But not before peeking into Blossom's room and seeing the roses.
Buttercup's voice snaps Bubbles out of the recollection and Bubbles' mind goes back to the kitchen table.
"Are you okay?" Buttercup whispers, concern etched on her face.
Bubbles smiled and nodded. "Yeah, just stayed up doing Latin homework."
Buttercup knew she was lying but she let it slide.
Breakfast was soon over and the three girls were on their way to school.
Bubbles sighs to herself. "You can do this."
A/N: There is part one! Part two will be up in a few hours. Hope you enjoyed and don't forget to review, favorite, and/or follow! Have a lovely one x