CHAPTER 2: All Sugar, No Spice
The city of Townsville... needs a little more something around here! The villains have grown older and it takes several years for them to run out of ideas. Even Mojo hasn't taken on world denomination seriously ever since he got a taste of it. Anyway, everyone knew the girls were undefeated.
Blossom put on a printed fuchsia dress, and purple boots. Bubbles threw a denim vest over her blue plaid blouse. Then she put on comfortable skinny jeans and darker blue ankle boots. Buttercup put on a black bomber jacket over her green halter dress with full black lace at the bottom and stepped into a pair of black Converse. Like any normal teen ager, the best is a must for the first day.
"Are you girls ready yet?" Professor Utonium yelled from the bottom of the steps.
"Almost," Bubbles winked in the mirror. Buttercup rolled her eyes. "What? This is what Ashlee Hart did in her break-out role!"
"Ashlee Hart, no matter how perky the name sounds, is old Bubbles!"
"Hurry!" Blossom impatiently told her sisters. Then did they fly to school? They sure did. It's so much faster than being in a car.
"Blossom. Are you sure that flying to school is going to make us into the crowd rather than driving our cars? I mean, the mayor did give us pretty cool ones..." Buttercup looked at her.
"Well, we'd just add to the pollution, get stuck in traffic, everyone else has cars..."
"Ok, ok fine!" Buttercup laughed. "But we're gonna have to retouch when we touchdown. Haha! See what I did there?" Blossom stared at her.
"You are never going to catch a boyfriend with that line Buttercup." Bubbles giggled. "Unless it would be Butch who knows where the hell he's at..."
"Bubbles, did you dream about Boomer again?" Blossom quizzed her.
"No." She replied in a voice that lied openly.
Sedusa walked into the dressing room and threw the wig onto Femme Fatale's lap. "Your turn."
"I was Ashlee Hart yesterday!" she protested.
"Baby, you were Ashlee Hart since you were born! Don't you find it weird when I call you Femy, Taley or Fatty? Or FF?" the red-clad villainess collapsed on the sofa.
"Well you're the one rooming with me! And I had to go on TV pretending I found my long-lost sister! You're lucky I'm an orphan!"
"Well, you're lucky I can play disguises well. I had to go during press-conferences and do the rape scenes in your movie!"
"Fine." Femme Fatale changed and stuffed the wig into the drawer. "Wait. Are the boys ready?" Her lips curved into a cold smile. "Today's the day.
Princess thought she dominated the school along with her newfound side-kicks, Duchess and Lady. Their families were the biggest hot shots of Townsville. She went to school in her best golden limousine. Princess stepped out amidst cheering. Cheering for the Puffs.
"Hello?" She complained to Duchess and Lady. "I went to school in my best limo and they've been flying to school since kindergarten!"
"Princess, you've been going to school in a limo since kindergarten too, remember?" Lady stifled a giggle. She couldn't help it.
"I could get used to this!" Bubbles signed an autograph. The girls enjoyed the limelight and it burned their ears to hear it.
"Time to pop their bubble," Duchess muttered.
"Oh poor, poor you!" Princess said, walking over to where they stood. "The boyfriend-less trio!"
"Puh-lease Princess, you and Mitch lasted two days." Blossom rolled her eyes.
"At least it's something," Duchess inserted. "You girls aren't really major news around high school when you lack something noteworthy." The three finished with uniform smirks and walked out.
Femme Fatale lay on her stomach on her queen-sized bed, watching the tense scene on her laptop. "Those girls are really good manipulators... Reminded me of myself at sixteen," she thought to herself. "Nice job." She spoke into the microphone.
Females are easily swayed by emotion. The more troubled the girls will be, the more fragile they'll be when villains finally reappear on the scene.
Classes were a breeze and they caught up with old friends like Mitch Mitchelson and Elmer. As usual, Blossom starred in all their classes, Bubbles got the attention of the popular crowd and Buttercup was on the way to be known in the papers for her athletic prowess. Life couldn't be sweeter.
"I am extremely bored!" Buttercup dribbled the soccer ball with her feet. She turned to Bubbles who was busily toying around with makeup. "I don't believe this. You follow magazine makeup during vacant period?"
"A young girl's look is everything Buttercup." Bubbles said distractedly. "Besides, you're lucky you have green eyes. You don't need to do creative stuff to be noticed. Neither does Blossom with her mile-long hair."
"Hmm?" Blossom looked from her laptop, momentarily interrupted from her essay.
"Look at her! She's doing nothing but she's pretty!"
"Oh Bubbles, at least you have personality which magnetizes friends and Buttercup knows she's free to express herself to everyone. When I do it, I'm bossy or weird." She went on typing as if nothing happened.
"Whatever." Buttercup thought the conversation was off the track. "You guys are still affected by those retards. My point was, we have nothing to do! All the villains are either old or disheartened, or disappeared!"
"Yeah like the Rowdyruff Boys," Bubbles murmured staring intently at the mirror.
"That's the second time today!" Blossom slapped her laptop shut. "OK Bubbles, spill!"
"I, I... I..." Her sisters glared at her. "I kinda looked for him on Facebook and..."
"Don't tell me! You chatted with the enemy! You, you cavorter!" Buttercup exploded!
"...and he wasn't there so I kind of thought about it the looongest time." Bubbles finished.
The other two sighed.
"I don't want to be a freak in school when other towns see that I'm already a freak..." Bubbles' big blue eyes started to well-up with tears.
"You know what," Buttercup stood up. "We'll try to be like normal ditzy teenagers! We'll be the ditziest bitches you've ever seen!"
The other girls burst out laughing. "You? Ditzy?"
"Yeah!" Buttercup kicked the ball away. "Let's go to the mall, right now! And later, we'll be crashing Todd's!"