Since living into a new house, the girls had all gotten their own rooms. They occasionally slept together when they sought company, but their rooms were their havens. But the house was huge. There were sixteen rooms in the house. Taken up already were the lounge room, kitchen, Professor's office and laboratory, Professor's room, Blossom's room, Buttercup's, Bubbles' room, the library, the play room, three bathrooms and three spare rooms, one of which Buttercup had filled with her sports stuff.
It took a lot of grumbling before she agreed to move her stuff to the back yard and more grumbling still before she accepted the fact that Butch would be moving in there. The boys had quickly decorated their rooms in their signature colours and were quick to move in and get used to the comfort of The Powerpuff home. Brick frequently occupied the library, Boomer occupied the playroom (now adapted to teenager's needs including video games and television), and Butch occupied the lounge room. Mojo had not even called to say goodbye to them, or visited once. Not that the girls minded. Who wants an evil genius chimp in your home?
The Mayor had kept true to his word about school and Brick seemed to be the only one who was looking forward to the week ahead. Other than Blossom of course. The two had proved fiercely competitive in intelligence, arguing over answers and the such whilst Buttercup and Butch argued more over sports and who was stronger. Butch had taken to flirting with Buttercup for the fun of seeing her uncomfortable. Buttercup only glared back and walked away. The only pair who showed no competitive nature at all were Bubbles and Boomer.
The two seemed to be friends, and they never argued. At least, not in front of their siblings.
The boys had taken to the Professor with affection and he them. Bubbles seemed delighted while Buttercup and Blossom were so obviously jealous that the boys teased them about it.
The boys had been living there for four days when the day for school came.
Blossom was up before her alarm and was quick to get ready. She threw on a white T-shirt that said Geek Girl on the front and pulled on her woolly pink cardigan and white skinny jeans. She tied her hair half up half down with a red ribbon and walked downstairs.
She wasn't surprised when she saw Brick ready in a red T-shirt and black, skinny jeans. His hair auburn hair was messy under his old, red hat and his crimson eyes were sparkling with intellect. She caught herself staring and she quickly shifted her gaze, before he could catch her eye.
Bubbles was next to be ready. Her hair was pulled back in two ponytails that curled slightly because of her recent shower. She wore a light blue knee length dress and her shoes were sensible ankle boots. She smiled at Boomer as he came down behind her.
His ripped, denim skinny jeans blended slightly with his navy blue T-shirt and his hair was swept nicely from his eyes in very slight beach waves. His dark blue eyes sparkled cheerily and he smirked when he saw Butch was nowhere in sight.
"Still asleep?" he said grinning. Blossom nodded. "I'll go wake them up." She walked past them all including Brick. She was about to ascend the stairs when she felt a foot touch her arse. She turned. Everyone was facing the other direction. Except Brick. He gave her a cheeky grin in exchange for her withering glare and she took the steps two by two to wake up her sister, leaving the others to eat.
She grabbed the Emergency trumpet from next To Buttercup's door and walked into her room without knocking. She stood next to the bed and with pink eyes glittering with mirth, she blew the trumpet loudly into Buttercup's ear. There was a groan and Buttercup rolled over, only to fall flat on the green carpeted floor.
"Ugh Blossom!" She groaned. "Serves you right for putting the alarm on snooze," Blossom said, smirking. "Now you have to wake Butch."
Buttercup's eyes shot open. "No," she growled. "Yes," Blossom snarled back.
With an angry yell, she snatched the trumpet from Blossom and proceeded to Butch's room. She pushed the door open and stood next to his bed. She was about to blow the horn when she stopped to look down at him. He had such a nice face. Too bad whenever she saw him it was either twisted in a smirk or a scowl. His face was smooth in sleep and his eyelids fluttered delicately. She sighed and lifted the trumpet to blow the horn.
She blew it three times but he didn't flinch. In irritation, she threw the trumpet on the ground and put her hand on his shoulder to shake him awake.
His hands shot out and grabbed her wrist and she was flipped over on the bed next to him, too stunned even to scream. She opened her eyes to see his face inches from hers and his deep green eyes flickered between amusement at Buttercup and annoyance at being shaken awake.
He smirked and he moved his face closer. Then he paused.
"School's in twenty minutes," he breathed, and then he was out of bed pulling on a green T-shirt and walking out of the room.
Buttercup sat up on the bed and felt her warm cheeks before violently shaking herself and going in her room to dress.
She pulled on a pair of cargo pants and a slightly too small, light green T-shirt.
She ran down for breakfast and then together they headed off to school.
