Wardrobe from this story will be shown on my profile. I tried my best to look for the right clothes.
"You're fucking kidding me!" Butch yelled, throwing a chair across the room. Brick was just calming down, but Butch wasn't taking the news so well.
"I know!" Brick finally boomed. That shut Butch up and he dropped the second chair. He huffed.
"I'm not going," Butch said. "I'm not going to attend that shit."
"You are. You signed your name on the damn contract. If we break it, we'll be revealed!"
Boomer came into the room with a banana. "We're only going to train. Why are you guys so mad?" He asked.
"Because!" Brick flared. "She'll reveal us to the whole fucking world!"
"If she does, then we'll reveal her to her sisters with her doings of the the Company of Mémoire," Boomer simply stated, taking a bite of his banana and flopping down to the couch.
Butch and Brick stood silent and huffed. "I'm doing missions." And they both where gone in a flash, leaving Boomer on the couch.
"Brant Long, please come to the front desk."
Butch heard his fake name being called and made sure to look in the mirror to see his disguise. A blonde with green eyes. It didn't match him, but that was the point of it. He walked over the the front desk.
"Here are the photos you took earlier."
Butch never took photos, but these photos where apparently paparazzi photos that a celeb wanted returned to her. A celeb also known as Buttercup.
Butch nodded and left with the blue folder. He sighed, and looked at the address. He zoomed through traffic and went to the suburban area.
On a red light, he was simply curious. He opened the folder and there where photos of... Buttercup?
"Shi—"
"Hurry up, asshole!" Said the car behind him. Butch only smirked and waited till the light turned yellow to leave, leaving the guy behind.
He parked in front of a suburban home with three circular windows.
He looked back at the photos. They where simply photos of Buttercup smoking weed and drinking. She probably thought that if these where to go public, then people would hate her and wouldn't see her as a role model. And she wanted her reputation pretty high.
"People have guts to take this shit," Butch muttered but sped to the door.
He knocked on the door and Bubbles answered. "May I help you?" She chirped.
"Uh, uh is Buttercup here?"
"Yup! Come on in!" She said as she floated in the house.
Butch nodded, following. "Buttercup! Someone's here for you!"
A flash of light green went in their sight right after, and Buttercup was right in front of him a moment later. Buttercup widened her eyes when she saw who it was. Butch simply handed her the folder and left without an other word.
Bubbles had left a while ago, seeming that it was her personal business.
"Show me your special powers!" Buttercup yelled to the three boys. It was a pretty loud yell. It was a pretty big training room, too. Boomer smirked as he formed a lightning baseball bat.
"So you can control lightning," Buttercup noted. "Can you do it in any other shape that a baseball bat?"
Boomer blinked. He never thought of that. He rolled up his sleeves and made the blue baseball bad with the lightning. He then tried to morph it, which ended up blowing up in his face.
"Bubbles can control lightning as well. She can do it in all different shapes and sizes. Think of something positive, and work on making an other shape. Like a crowbar."
Boomer sighed and nodded, bringing the blue lightning to his fingertips. She turned to Butch. "I can make a force field," Butch said, making a green, see-through dome shaped wall all around himself.
Buttercup observed the whole dome shaped force field. She then fired one of her own energy balls, and it bounced right off of it. She thought for a moment, and flew up to the air.
"Make a force field around me. Try not to come closer," Buttercup said all the way from the ceiling.
"I can't do tha—"
"Giving up already?" Buttercup crossed her arms as Butch frowned, pulling up his hand. He concentrated and finally formed a force field around her, but it was weak. Buttercup threw a punch, and it broke.
"That hurt!" Butch yelled, rubbing his arm that he used to make the force field. Buttercup smirked.
"I know." Buttercup stood her place and made a force field around Butch. "Try and break out of that one."
Butch smiled and punched the force field. So many times, but didn't even manage a crack. "How are you doing that?"
"Practice. See, if one of your brothers are in trouble and can't dodge or reflect an attack, you could put a force field around them and protect them from a blow. So just concentrate around the body, and how strong you want it. It could take a while until you have a decent force field, but we'll practice on the limited time later on." Buttercup pulled out a punching bag and hung it from the high ceiling. "Try to make a force field around that."
Butch sighed and pulled his hand out.
"Brick, what about you?"
Brick shrugged.
Buttercup observed him, and smirked. "Breath very hard to that," Buttercup pointed to a wall.
"Why?" Asked Brick.
"Just do it."
"No."
"Looks like someone doesn't want to keep this job," Said Buttercup.
Brick froze and sighed.
"You're going to have to listen to me—at least in training—from here on out. Got that, red?" Buttercup crossed her arms as Brick's cherry eyes glowed red when he took in a deep breath. Boomer and Butch paused for a second to see what Brick was doing.
"Exhale. Hard."
And then he let it all out, flames coming out of his throat and mouth. These weren't the same flames from when he got mad, he'd breathe fire. No, these where stronger and bigger. Big as hell. Ten times his body, too.
It took a while for the fire to finally lessen and lessen till it was gone.
"How'd you know I did tha—"
"Your counterpart does the same thing." Buttercup interrupted. "You can control fire, too. You can lessen it, or make it bigger. You can shape it however you want."
Brick nodded, sucking all of the information in.
"And ice," She finished.
"Ice?" Questioned Brick.
"Breathe fast, but calmer this time."
Brick nodded as he breathed slow and comfortable. Sparkles came out of his breath.
"Calmer," Said Buttercup.
He sighed and closed his eyes. He let out a calm, shaky breath with cold ice, but then it fell onto the floor.
"Calmer, not softer."
He nodded and did it a bit hard this time, but the ice came out a bit faster. It instantly melted.
"Think cool thoughts. That's how you do it, but you gotta think cool thoughts for it to last longer. When you freeze an enemy, you need them to stay frozen for as long as you want. You can also make ice balls and everything. You can control ice into any shape, so basically, you can make an ice sculpture. Or ice daggers or ice swords and knives."
Brick looked at his hands and closed his eyes. He then felt a chilly sensation on his fingertips. He opened his eyes and saw his hands. Ice balls where encircling his hands. He aimed it to Butch's force field he had been working on. It cracked a couple of inches, but not entirely.
"Good, showing improveme—" Buttercup was cut off by Boomer swinging an electric crowbar to the wall and exploding it.
"How's that?" He asked. Buttercup smiled.
"Make an electric fence."
"Fence?" Asked Boomer.
"Or wall. That could be useful with ground attacks, electrocuting the enemy. Won't that be fun?" Asked Buttercup.
Boomer thought about it for a moment, and nodded, bringing the blue energy back to his fingertips once again.
"Later on on our training, we'll learn to combine our powers."
"Combine?" Asked Brick.
"Combine," Buttercup confirmed.
"Work on the ice, because it seems like you have that fire down. Butch, work harder on the force field before I shoot it!"
"No!" Butch yelled. "I've been working on this force field for my entire life!" Buttercup snorted and watched Boomer. "Careful not to blow yourself up."
Boomer looked to Buttercup and the wall came down. "Why'd you do that fo—"
"You'll have many distractions while fighting. Get used to it," Buttercup smirked.
"Look at them legs." Buttercup heard from Butch's direction. She stiffened, and let out a shaky, green flame.
"What a damn workout!" Butch said, entering the living room, rubbing his muscles with the push-ups that Buttercup had him do.
"That's what you get for checking out her legs," Boomer muttered, following behind.
"Well, you can't be mad at that! They where a pretty nice view!"
Brick shook his head, wiping a towel all over his face. "Butch, you and girls. I can't wait to see Buttercup to kick your ass," Brick muttered. "I don't think she's the right person to influence with your cocky player character."
"Yeah, well when I win her over—"
"There will be no winning over. She will only be our friend during training." Brick gave Butch a death glare as Butch only sighed, dropping the subject.
"What're we doing tomorrow again?" Asked Boomer.
"Weren't you paying attention? We're going to work on our hiding and silent-ness," Brick snapped.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was to busy twitching from all of the electric shocks that I had gotten today," Boomer said. Brick heard the sarcasm in his voice.
"Shut up. At least you didn't burn your fingertips making fire balls."
"Yeah yeah. I'm taking a shower," Boomer stated, leaving into one of the bathrooms. "Me too," Said Brick, going into one of the other bathrooms.
"I'm not showering!" Butch said. Brick instantly got out of the bathroom and pulled butch by his hair. "You dirty, disgusting fuck. Hurry into the damn shower before I shower you, myself. With Boomer's lighting, the wet shower will be painful."
"Alright, fuck-wad. I'll shower," Butch said, putting his two hands up in defense.
"Please." Brick sighed. He disliked Butch not showering. It made him feel icky because Butch was with him most of the time.
"Laaaaaame." Buttercup said through the phone.
"C'mon BC. Please? For your sister?" Buttercup asked.
"You know I hate shopping!" Buttercup stated.
"I know, but I feel like I never spend any more sisterly-love with BC!"
"Three hours. Only." Buttercup sighed through the phone when Bubbles hurt her ear-drum with her screaming.
"Meet you there!" And that was the end of the call.
"Oh! He's cute!" Bubbles pointed yet an other blonde from the mall.
"I thought we where shopping!" Buttercup grumbled.
"I'm just picking you a decent boyfriend!"
"Blondes are not my type." Buttercup looked through the hip-hop CD's.
"How cruel! Let's go shopping for clothes, then." Bubbles pulled Buttercup away and dragged her to her most favorite places to go shopping.
Bubbles threw clothes into the dressing room, Buttercup studying the clothes.
"Too small. Too big. Too short. Not my type. I don't like dresses."
Bubbles sighed as she got all of the skinny jeans in the store in a blue flash, and threw them on top of BC. She then gathered some pretty shirts with hues of greens. Then, she got different pairs of shoes.
"Hey Bubs?" Asked Buttercup after a while of looking at the clothes and the style, thinking, She knows me so well.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Bubbles smiled as Buttercup got out of the dressing room. "They all fit nicely."
"Then we'll buy them all!"
"Wai—" Buttercup tried to protest, but then she was gone, leaving a flash of baby blue. Buttercup sighed. After a minute of two, she came back with all of the clothes in shopping bags.
"Bubbles, that must have cost more that one thousand!"
"Yep! 1,125 dollars!" Bubbles chirped.
"Where'd you get that money?" Asked Buttercup, astonished.
"I have a job all the way downtown at the Grand Café! I've told you, already. When you come from your job, I go. When I come back, Blossom goes to work all the way at the gym across town and comes back at midnight. We have separate jobs, so patrolling would be easier. You really need to pay attention when Blossom talks. Everything she talks about are schedules and routines."
Buttercup widened her eyes. When was the last time Buttercup had had a long, time-consuming conversation with Blossom?
"I feel like you're growing apart from us, BC. Even though you still live in the same house and everything. This is why I wanted to hang out," Bubbles said, opening the door to her baby blue Ettore Bugatti. She slipped in with Buttercup on her passenger side.
"Why didn't you just fly?" Asked Buttercup.
"I knew we where going to buy a lot of things, and I'm not in the mood to carry a lot of things. So, I brought my car." Bubbles sped out of the parking lot, gaining eyes from most of the boys out on the streets.
"That's a lot of money, though."
"Yeah, well, I care about you. And if someone cares about someone, they'll do anything. Anything, really. And it could be crazy, too."
Buttercup thought about the boys. Well they where kinda-sorta-maybe just below the almost-friend category. But she had to admit, she did care, maybe even a little, about the boys. Maybe because she likes to hang out with boys.
Maybe.
Buttercup's phone rang when she was in her room, folding her new jeans into place in her closet. She dumped out the jeans on her bed, and saw a black dress, with beautiful designs. The dress was simple for Buttercup. And it was around her thigh. It didn't cover her shoulders, it just went right across her chest. And it hugged her body completely. She looked around and saw an extra shoe box. She opened it and it revealed lime green shoes with black designs all over it. Buttercup really liked it. And she started thinking about all of the hair styles that she could do for this. Maybe just put it all the way down and brush it good, super straight. Yeah, that's what she'll do. It'll probably look longer, too.
"Bubb—" She was cut off with her phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Buttercup! Hey! I wanted to let you know that there will be a grand party this Sunday! I want you to be there! Please don't invite your sisters, because this has to do with the Company of Mémoire. There will be an other party at Morbucks Park down town. They're invited to that one. Hopefully you'll make it. Tell the boys the news, too. They're going to have to go."
Buttercup opened her mouth to protest, but the call was gone. She sighed and looked back to her dress. She hung it in her closet and put her high heels under it.
"I can't wait to hear the boys' response to this damn party," Buttercup muttered out loud.
-end of ch. 3-