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Chapter 2: You wish...
Okay, maybe if she hadn't stormed out of class during the middle of teaching, she wouldn't be in detention. Sadly to say, she was in detention, and the turd was sitting three rows behind her. It's a fair distance, well at least it was in the teachers eyes. Mrs. Taylor peered over her book every now and then to see what was going on. Other than that, her head was buried in her book, absent minded from the death glares and spit balls thrown across the room.
"You only have five minutes 'till you get outta here," she muffled behind her paperback book. "So I suggest you stop spitting wads of paper around my class or you'll be staying after for clean up," she peeked across the room needling her eyes on a specific brunette in the back, "Butch." He leaned back in his chair rolling his eyes.
"Whatever," he huffs under his breath.
Though the last minutes of detention felt like hours of fighting each other on a battlefield through glares, detention had came to an end.
"See you tomorrow," Mrs. Taylor sighs gesturing for the two to leave.
As they walk outside Buttercup immediately starts going her divergent way. Her feet preparing for flight when she feels a sudden shadow creep over her. "'Sup," Butch says lowering himself in front of her.
Buttercup groans, "Whaddya want?"
"Pretty sweet party Mitch threw on Friday huh."
Okay was he really trying to hold a normal conversation with her. Knowing they were mortal enemies.
"What the hell do you want from me man," Buttercup groans through her bundled up jacket.
Butch stepped back as if he takes it in offense, "Just trynna talk to you."
"For what," Buttercup seeths narrowing her eyes. She grew impatient too quickly, a bad habit of hers.
"I dunno, maybe I'm just being nice," Buttecup froze. It even sounded weird to Butch. The way the words just fell out of his mouth, it was just so unnatural. He immediately cursed himself under his breath. "I mean... well," he trailed off. Trying to make some since with his words that he could understand. "Come on Buttercup," he sighs, "We've been going on at this ridiculous shit for years now! You don't have to like me and stuff, but can we throw the past behind?"
"You were just spitting paper at me in class fucktard! Now you wanna be goddamn friends!?"
"I mean we could try!"
"Ha!" Buttercup scoffs. She starts floating in the air. In seconds she feeling a gush of wind beat past her face as she flys over Townsville. Fuck him. What did he know about friendship. One second he's spitting on her, the next he's trying to 'settle things'. That's a bunch of bull. Buttercup shakes her head as if she's dissapointed.
What the hell did he know?
"Change the channel,I don't wanna watch this," Brick grumbled through various bites of his burger. He reached for the remote.
"Mhh!" His blue eyed brother muffled." KEEPH IT! KEEPH IT!"
Brick groaned, "Why do you torture me with this shit!"
"It'ph not phorture!" He swallowed his burger, "It's entertainment. Learn it."
"I don't get what's entertaining about sluts hooking up with other sluts."
"Are you the one is not filled with sluts!" Boomer cried. "How many times do I have to tell you!? It's about-"
"I'm home," Butch announced swinging open the door.
"Thanks," Brick sighed with relief, "you saved me from Boomers boring television lecture."
It took awhile for Boomer to catch the insult. Finally after taking a few bites of his burger he shouted, "Hey!"
"How was detention with...you know..."
"Pointless," Butch spat before carelessly slamming the door behind him. He flopped on the couch and offered himself a burger, "I can't settle things with her. It's just part of our nature."
"Oh."
"You know, I wonder why MTV never star us on talk shows," Boomer noted at the television which revealed three bug eyed girls. They were sitting on a soft beige couch talking to a woman who looked to be in her mid twenties. "I feel like the villains should get half the glory too. They wouldn't be fucking heroes without us!"
"Yeah, that makes a lot of sense," Brick scoffs. "Let's worship the ones who tried to kill us!" He cheers in a sarcastic manner.
"Exactly! Finally someone who understands me!"
"Boomer. Shut up."
The guys all gathered around the couch to see what was going on. Their eyes waiting for one of them to slip.
There was a group of cheers and applause until the young woman went into her next question," So Blossom," she begans as she crosses her long legs. "Tell me how does it feel to be praised by people all over the world!"
"Well I wouldn't say we're praised but-"
"Oh sure you are!" The woman smiles. "For over sixteen years you young ladies have been protecting ( and here she put on her best narrator voice) The city of Townsville!"
"Uhm, actually it's fifteen years..." Blossom corrected.
"Who's counting," the lady laughed.
"Uhh, we are."
"Ladies and gentlemen the Powerpuff girls!" There was another burst of applause and then the scene closed into commercails.
"This is stupid, let's watch something else."
"We're home Professor! " Bubbles shouted while walking in the house. Her sister's weren't far behind.
"That was the stupidest talk show we've ever been on, " Buttercup grumbled.
"It's MTV. What did you expect. "
"Well I'm starving," Bubbles grumbled holding her stomach. The girls started making their way to the kitchen. Bubbles opened the fridge, "What do we have to eat anyway?" Bubbles asked searching through the fridge.
Buttercup pulled out some bread and peanut butter, " we could make sandwiches," she suggested.
"Uh," Blossom walked up behind her sister and started digging in the cabinet herself. "Actually, I was thinking something more warm..."
"How about pasta!?" Bubbles chirped taking out a covered bowl of salsa.
"Sounds good to me!" Buttercup shrugged.
Bubbles started pulling out her supplies, "Alright, I'll get started then."
As their sister started making dinner Buttercup grabbed a couple of sodas, "so, how was detention with...uhm ... you know." Blossom asked.
"Ugh, stupid..." Buttercup groaned.
"Oh, well, you're not going to like this week's company then..." Blossom mumbled under her breath. Buttercup twisted her head in a very slow motion and gaped at her sister.
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean..." Blossom shrugged and took a moment to inhale. "Butch is coming over this weekend-"
"WHAT!?" Buttercup bellowed. Bubbles paused in the mist of her cooking to glance at her sister's.
"Uh oh," the blonde sighed to herself.
Butch...in OUR house!? Blossom has gone mad!
That was the only thing swarming through Buttercup's mind. Why was Blossom doing this to her? This had to be a joke. It just all. Seemed so...unrealistic. The thought of seeing Butch sit down at the kitchen table with Blossom sitting across from him made her head spin. She could already hear the conversation they'd have. Blossom would be talking about the project when all of a sudden Butch throws a random question at Blossom about relationships. The next thing you know, they're making out like wild animals. Okay so maybe it would not have been that serious, but the thought still haunted her.
Buttercup shifted under her blankets. Suddenly, tonight's dinner started bubbling her stomach. She held her stomach and rolled on her side. Her gray-green eyes stared out the window.
Tomorrow is Saturday...
