This is actually my first PPG story, so it's a bit nerve wracking. It's also going to be my first "Non traditional" pairing just because I like the thought of Blossom and Butch. I just never see it around here.
"I know it's on such short notice, and I apologize for that, but I really hope you all can make it." She smiled weakly, handing over the white flyer to her father.
It was a simple flyer about an original play being held at the Townsville Theatre Hall. Blossom, although not playing the lead role, worked very hard and was adamant about her family attending. She bit her lip as she watched her raven haired sister make her "mulling-it-over" face as she read the flyer intently behind her father's shoulder.
"I dunno Bloss, I have basketball practice this Saturday." Buttercup mumbled, scratching her cheek with her index finger.
"Oh, I wanna go! It sounds so fabulous!" Bubbles chimed in. This made Blossom relax a little. Bubbles was always right by anyone's side for support, even if it wasn't needed.
"I wouldn't call it fabulous, Bubbles…" Buttercup grunted.
"But it is interesting. I think I'll join you Bubbles. My work in the lab can wait that Saturday." The Professor smiled. Blossom's pale face lit up. The Professor was usually so busy. It was rare for him to leave his lab to spend time with them.
All eyes rested upon Buttercup, who shot quick glances at all of them before crying, "What?"
"Well? Aren't you gonna go?" Bubbles smiled. "Even Dad's going!"
"I already said I've got basketball practice Saturday!"
"But you're the best player on the team, Butters!" Bubbles whined. "One days not gonna hurt you."
"Huh, I guess I am pretty good, ain't I?" Buttercup grinned slyly.
"Aren't I," Blossom corrected.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Sure, I'll go. It just better be good!"
Bubbles began to cheer and pulled her sisters into a tight group hug while the professor rose from his chair. "I better go mark my calendar." he chuckled lightly. When he returned, Bubbles decided that they'd celebrate with her famous Chicken Linguini with Aledo Sauce.
While at the dinner table, the family spoke about Blossom's role in the play and how excited they were to see it. Even Buttercup sounded remotely interested; which was a first. Maybe she's just trying to be nice, Blossom thought. It grew quiet for a moment as the family enjoyed another one of Bubbles' home cooked meals.
"So, I told Boomer about your play," the blonde started, breaking the silence.
"Damn, that was fast." Buttercup murmured.
"And I told Boomer he could come watch it."
All eyes were now on Bubbles. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat for a moment before a sheepish grin was plastered on her face. Blossom and the Professor exchanged looks of uncertainty while Buttercup groaned.
"Oh God, don't invite him! Then he's gonna bring shit-brained brothers with him!"
"Language Buttercup!" the Professor scolded.
"Well, I can't just say 'Oh, hey Boomer! You can't bring your brothers because my sister doesn't like them!'"
"Why can't you? Sounds perfectly fine to me." She said, pushing some of the chicken around her plate with her fork. Bubbles let out an annoyed sigh.
"Because that's rude! Oh, but you wouldn't know anything about common courtesy, would ya!" Buttercup was about to retaliate, but the Professor cut her off.
"Now Bubbles, sweetie," he began, keeping a stern look on his face. "This is Blossom's big day. Don't you think she should have the final say?"
Blossom swallowed hard. She didn't want it to have to come down to this, especially since Bubbles was already pulling the puppy dog eyes on her. "Please?" she begged. "Oh please, oh please, oh pretty pretty please?" Blossom couldn't say no to that; especially since the blonde was the first one to except the invitation to her play.
It was time to put her acting skills into action. The auburn-haired teen let her lips curve upward slightly as her rosy pink eyes became more soft and kinder.
"Why yes, I think that would be a lovely idea. The more the merrier, after all."
"Seriously!?" Bubbles and Buttercup cried. Blossom only nodded. Buttercup grumbled about how unfair it all was while her bubbly blonde sister did cartwheels around the kitchen.
Blossom never got stage fright, she was always confident in her work – until a few moments ago.
Now she was feeling more apprehensive than ever.