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There is no amount of apologizes that can make up for my dreadfully slow updates. I can, however, ensure you that I haven't forgotten nor will I abandon this story. So, I thank you for not losing hope! This song was inspired by Sunshine and Summertime by Faith Hill. ~AR~
Reminder: The Ruffs, Puffs and their kids look like regular people.
Declaimer: I do not own any of the characters in The Powerpuff Girls or any of the songs that will be use for this story. All I own is the plot and my characters.
Sunshine and Summertime
Buttercup hunched over the island, a mug of coffee in her hands, as she and her sisters talked in Blossom's kitchen. Butch and his brothers were in the living room, going over the details for their kids' sixteenth birthday party. The six ex-super heroes were all forty-one but they didn't look a day over thirty.
Blossom's once flowing long (not as long as she once had it in high school) strawberry-blond hair, now reached her elbows. She kept it in an over-the-shoulder sideways braid, weaving the strands of her white hair together with her natural color. Her bright pink eyes still shined with knowledge and compassion.
Bubbles had cut her blond hair up to her shoulders, which was always pulled back in a low ponytail. But, if one looked closely, one could see the silver hair that blended with her hair over time. Her baby blue eyes sparkled with love and joy to those around her. She never did lose her bubbly nature.
Then there's Buttercup, who long ago gave up on long hair, keeping her ebony black hair in a pixie cut. It should off the grey in her hair that appeared early in life (she blamed it on Butch) but she didn't care. The fiery passion of strength and understanding still showed in her lime green eyes.
It's been sixteen years since crime rates lowered to the point Townsville didn't need their help. Twenty-four years since the Final Battle took place making even the monsters from Monster Island to never again terrorize the citizens.
Retired from hero work, the sisters took on the next step in life; keeping the crime rates down and raising a family of their own.
"So, I was thinking we should open up a lounge for teens at the PYC," Bubbles said, taking a sip from her coffee as she waited for her sisters' response.
The PYC, otherwise known as Powerpuff Youth Center, was a company ran and owned by the Powerpuff Girls themselves. Sponsored by Mr. Morbucks, the company was built eight years ago on land that was 150,872 square miles in Downtown Townsville. It had everything that they could think off that would keep kids and teenagers of the streets.
A pool opened to the public that became an ice rank (thanks to Blossom and Bunny) during the winter. Next to it was the Gym that had all the equipment needed for a good work-out that was taught by Mitch for ages thirteen to eighteen, making sure that they knew how to handle the equipment correctly. There was also a basketball and volleyball court located inside the building as well and just outside was a track field.
Next to the Gym's building was the Art and Music building, where kids could express their talents. A drama room ran by Mike, for ages ten to eighteen as Mike showed them the ways to become a different person. There was Robin's room where she showed young minds on how to design and make their own clothes. A dance room ran by Blossom as she taught them different dance moves from around the world. Showing how dancing came from the heart. Bubbles' ran an Art room, teaching the young that drawing and sculpting wasn't just art, but life itself. Finally, there was Buttercup who taught music from all genre and all instruments, including your voice. She showed that music just didn't come from the heart but from their very soul.
Every year, during Christmas, PYC would put on a musical that featured Mike's, Blossom's and some of Buttercup's kids as the cast, wearing outfits that were made by Robin's kids. The background settings and music were of course, down by Bubbles' and Buttercup's kids.
And every Friday, there was self-defense taught by the Powerpuff Girls themselves.
"That's a great idea, Bubs!" Blossom chimes as she sat at her table. "I say, we build it next to the gym."
"No, I say the music room."
Blossom glared at Buttercup which the green Puff gave back. "Gym."
"Music room."
"Gym!"
"Music room!"
Bubbles looked back between her sisters. If it wasn't for her, PYC would have gone under because of Blossom and Buttercup's consist fighting. Forty-one and the two still fought like they were five.
"How about we build it next to the pool?" The green and pink Puff looked at Bubbles. "If we put the lounge by the pool, it'll be the perfect place to relax after swimming or skating."
"Perfect idea, Bubbles," Blossom said.
"Yeah, that was my next suggestion," Buttercup added.
"No, it wasn't."
"Yes, it was."
Not again. "How about we see what the guys are doing?" What could Bubbles say, old habits die-hard.
...***...
Walking in the living room, the Puffs went towards their respective husbands. Each giving them a peck on the cheek as the Ruffs talked about the party.
Brick became a lawyer (claiming on being the best, if asked) and long since stopped wearing his red baseball cap and keeping his hair long. The results ended showing the white hairs over the years of becoming an over protective father, stressful court dates, arguments with Blossom (with he never won) and just life in general took its toll. Through it all, Blossom never found him any less attractive than she did back in high school as she sat on his lap in the brown armchair.
"How are the party details coming along," Blossom asked him as Brick wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Great, if you count the fact Butch wants to have a Las Vegas theme and Boomer wants to have a Dora theme."
"Hey! I have you know Las Vegas is in these days!" Butch defended himself, his arms draped around Buttercup's shoulders.
Brick rolled his eyes. He found it have to believe that Butch became a CO for juvies. Even more so, that the idiot thought of a football program for them. Needless to say, it did lower the percentage rate of kids returning back to the streets and ending up in jail. Still, one would think that the salt and pepper hair CO would know a Las Vegas theme was a bad idea for soon-to-be sixteen-years-old.
"And it's not a Dora theme, asshole," Boomer added in. The almost silver hair doctor glared at Brick. Odd work hours at the hospital kept Boomer busy over the years and when he wasn't working, the poor sap would be found trying to recover from his lack of sleep. Even still, Boomer would make sure his family came first and that was the one thing that Bubbles loved about him as she wrapped her arms around his neck while sitting on the sofa's arm.
"A petting zoo is a Dora theme."
"It is not."
"It is, too."
"Not!"
"Is!"
And Bubbles sighed again. It was hard to believe that Bunny was Brick and Blossom's child at times.
"Would you two shut the fuck up? I got the perfect idea." Everyone looked at Butch, his dark green eyes shinning with delight. "A beach party but Rowdyruff style."
The boys' eyes lit up at the idea. Leaving the Puffs to wonder if the party was for their kids or their husbands that acted like kids.
"Why a beach party Rowdyruff style?" Buttercup looked at Butch, questioning his brilliant (so he thinks) idea. "Why not just a beach party?"
Butch shrugged his shoulders. "Because, a plain beach party would be boring and besides, it has to have a bang." Buttercup just looked at him, not believing the words coming out of her husband's mouth. "Hey, you should know by now that we Ruffs think big."
"Just picture it Bloss," Brick looked into her pink eyes, "you'll see a live performance from the biggest bands nowadays and we can even host a suffering constant. It'll be great. It'll be fun, I promise." Blossom's only response was biting down on her bottom lip, thinking about the idea.
"I don't know, Brick. These are our kids here." Bubbles was still skeptical about the idea.
"Come on, Bubs." Boomer pleaded as he them to and fro on the couch. "We can even have a Volleyball game going on. You know, with young girls in bikinis, showing off their perfect bodies or guys showing off their rock hard abs. Wouldn't that be fun?"
The conversation stopped as they all stared at Boomer. Butch smacked him upside the head while mumbling dumb blonde which didn't go unheard. And here they thought Butch was the perverted one.
...***...
"Alright, so, we all agree on a beach party for the kids." It wasn't a question but a statement as Brick looked around his living room. Seeing nods or hearing mumbles of agreement.
"And we agree that pervy Boomer isn't allowed?"
Everyone agreed with teasing smiles on their face as Boomer agreed with them before he stopped.
"Hey!"
"Boomie," Bubbles locked eyes with her husband's cobalt blue eyes that she loved so much, "for the kids safety, it would be best if you didn't come." Her baby blue eyes sparkled with mischief as her teasing voice brought a smile to Boomer's face.
"Baby Blue is right, Boom," Butch nods his head arguing with his best friend since high school while Boomer glared at him from ruining the moment. "Hey, that's our jobs as adults. Keeping pervs like you away from the young."
Buttercup punched Butch in the arm, defending her best friend since high school. "Then you can't come either. You're the biggest perv of them all."
Brick and Blossom sighed as they watched the green and blue couple flirt shamelessly in their home.
"So, a Rowdyruff theme beach party, huh," Blossom asked Brick as she nuzzled her head on his neck. Seeing the others flirting was starting to get boring.
Brick only chuckled, making Blossom feel the vibration of his laugh. "What can I say? That's the way we like it."
Brick brought Blossom's face towards his and just when they were about to kiss, the front door opened.
"Dammit, not again! Bunny, tell your parents to keep it behind close doors like my parents do." Sam's voice boomed throughout the red's house as chuckles were heard.
"Well, technically, they were behind close doors." Devin pointed out that only made Sam growl.
Yup, kids are here.