A/N – I figured it was better that I, you know, explained some things. I like to cuss like a sailor; this is why this is rated M. Seriously. There will also be one scene that includes sex, although – you – see – nothing. I didn't feel it was necessary. It is implied sex, and the event will later be talked about, but not in graphic detail.
So, because of the rules here, this is rated M. I would rather rate it T, seeing as I think most teens can deal with a lot of strong language and implied sex, but prefers it otherwise. Sorry.
And of course, all characters and specific places belong to Craig McCracken. "Harvard" belongs to Harvard, and if New York is like Kentucky and decided to copyright their name, I suppose "New York" belongs to New York, too. Other than that everything is pretty much mine.
Oh! And this is first draft. Please excuse minor grammatical mistakes. Any questions or comments, feel free to read and review.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Bubbles dormitory was cozy, to say the least. It had only a living room, a small kitchen, and one door leading to a tiny bathroom. In the living room was a large queen-size bed, a small television on a two-shelf bookcase, and table with a few chairs. Clothes, books, and other things were strewn around the room. The kitchen had only a sink, two small countertops, a refrigerator, and a stove. Two yellow eyes were peaking from the cabinet above the counters.
"Bubbles, you have creatures in your kitchen," Buttercup said. Bubbles looked curiously in the direction Buttercup was facing, and smiled.
"That's only Boris," she said. She skipped into the kitchen and grabbed a small orange cat from the cabinet. It mewed as she brought him into the living room.
"Isn't he cute?" she cooed. He scrambled out of her arms, and hid under her bed. Bubbles sighed. "There isn't really anywhere to sit so… take a seat anywhere."
Buttercup hopped on the bed and laid back, as Blossom took a seat on one of the little folding chairs.
"A little small, don't you think, Bubbles?" Blossom asked. Bubbles took off her poncho and tossed it on the floor.
"I guess. I actually had a roommate once, but she got sick of it and left," Bubbles explained. She wrung out her pigtails, leaving two small wet spots on the carpet.
"I have tea," she mentioned. "I can make some."
"Hit me," Buttercup said, looking around the room. Blossom nodded, and Bubbles made her way back to the kitchen. She searched through the cabinets, pulling out various tea supplies. The girls remained silent as Bubbles put the kettle on, and put teabags in three different mugs. Blossom sighed.
"What do you guys make of the letters? Seeing as I believe we all got one."
Bubbles dropped a teaspoon. Buttercup shifted uncomfortably on the bed.
"Do we have to talk about this now?" Bubbles asked quietly.
"Yeah," Buttercup agreed, sitting up in the bed. "What's new with you, Blossom?"
"I really think we should talk about this. This has got to be serious," Blossom said.
"Come on, Blossom!" Buttercup interjected. "This is the first time we've seen each other in years, and you don't want to catch up? You'd rather talk about…"
"Yes, I'd rather talk about why we're here," Blossom finished. She looked at Buttercup, giving her the most serious expression she could muster. Bubbles stepped into the doorway.
"Blossom, I wanna know, too. But I think we all thought enough about what it could be about already," she said. Buttercup agreed. Blossom remained poised.
"I've already talked to you both recently. We know how each other are. Let's discuss this now," she said, her voice final.
"It's obviously something bad, but not bad enough that we had to be here sooner," Buttercup said. "I'm guessing the Professor wants us to help him with something that is important to him, maybe important to Townsville. Either way, I don't think it's killing anyone or anything, so there."
Buttercup laid back on the bed. Blossom sighed again. Bubbles folded her arms and spoke.
"I ran by the house when I got the letter. I didn't go in or anything, but everything looked okay."
"Bubbles, you haven't seen the Professor either?" Buttercup asked. "You live right here!"
"I was always busy! And every time I asked the Professor if I could visit, he said he was always just as busy. Then after a while, I just didn't ask anymore…" Bubbles' voice drifted off. Buttercup huffed.
"You know, why haven't we kept in contact? How does a family like ours not see each other for three years?"
"Well, you're job is demanding, isn't it Buttercup?" Bubbles said. "I'm always doing protests and working and stuff. And Blossom, don't you have an internship or something?"
"You're trying to change the subject!" Blossom cried. Buttercup and Bubbles looked away from her. Blossom actually looked angry.
"And for your information… it was nice being away from here." Blossom's faced turned from anger… to almost sadness. Buttercup and Bubbles looked at her again. "It was nice to be by myself for a while, and I think I got caught up with time. As much as I missed you guys, and the Professor, and Townsville, being my own… entity… I liked it." Blossom stopped. She looked rather contemplative
"It was nice not being a Powerpuff Girl," Buttercup added. Bubbles slid down the wall and sat.
"You know, it's weird being in Townsville," she said thoughtfully. "It's weird without you guys here. It's weird watching the cops take care of the crime. Actually, it's weird seeing crime here, and it isn't Mojo Jojo, or the Amoeba Boys, or he Gangrene Gang…"
"Whatever happened to everyone?" Buttercup asked.
"All of them, or the Gangrene Gang?" Bubbles' asked playfully. Buttercup threw a pillow at Bubbles, as Bubbles laughed uproariously. Even Blossom cracked a smile.
"Some of them get into trouble every now and then, but nothing too bad," Bubbles finally answered.
"Can we get back to the subject?" Blossom asked, regaining her original poise.
"Chill out, leader girl," Buttercup said. Blossom turned her head sharply at Buttercup. Buttercup smiled warmly.
"I haven't heard that in ages," Blossom admitted.
"Blossom, let's just, I don't know, hang out a while, huh?" Bubbles asked, Blossom turning and looking at her. "We'll know soon enough." Blossom sighed once again.
"I guess so. I'm sorry I'm kinda paranoid."
"I think we all are just a little bit," Buttercup said. Just then, the tea kettle whistled from the kitchen. Bubbles leapt up and ran in there. She turned off the heat and poured the tea.
"How about we just have some tea and talk, and around ten 'til, we'll head home," Bubbles suggested. She put the teacups, the sugar bowl, and a few teaspoons on a tray and brought it into the living room. She placed it on a table, and looked at the others.
"Deal?"
Buttercup sat up, and Blossom turned her chair to the table. She looked up and smiled.
"Deal."
The girls talked and shared their lives for a few hours. The reminisced about the old days and chatted about how things were now. They discussed just about everything besides the letter. Later, around 4:45 P.M., Bubbles collected the tea stuff and put them in the kitchen sink. Buttercup went over to the window and peaked outside.
"It's not raining anymore," she announced.
"Can I just leave this here then?" asked Blossom, just about to put her raincoat back on. Bubbles said okay, and came back into the living room. The three girls stood together near the door, looking at each other.
"Ready?" Blossom asked. Bubbles and Buttercup glanced at each, and looked back at Blossom.
"Ready."
Bubbles opened the door and ushered them out. She locked the door behind her and turned around. The three looked at each other again a moment. Bubbles giggled. "Well, what are we waiting for?" Buttercup grinned and jumped up. She floated in midair and looked down. Blossom and Bubbles stepped up into the air and met with her. Buttercup nudged at Blossom.
"Aren't you going to lead or what?" she asked. Blossom grinned, and sped off into the air, Buttercup and Bubbles inches behind. For the first time in years, the citizens of Townsville again witnessed the old pink, blue, and green rainbow from years ago.