(Buttercup's P.O.V)
Soon after Mitch and I left the station, I feel asleep. I was asleep but I wasn't. It's hard to explain, my body was sleep but my concious was wide awake. Half-way throught he drive, someone called him. It was a girl. I felt a sudden strike in my gut when I realized it was a girl. Do I still have feelings for him, after everything I did, everything we've been through? Did he still care for me even all he's seen me go through? After restlessly tossing and turning, I decided to just wake up. I sat up in the front seat and looked at the desserted road ahead. "How long was I asleep?". I wiped the sleep from my eyes to realize that I was crying. Mitch must have realized because he quickly replied,
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine" I lied.
"Sure you are. Do you wanna talk about everyting or would you rather wait?"
"I'd rather leave it all behind me."
"You're gonna have to talk about it sooner or later"
"I choose later". He smiled,
"It's nice to see your personality hasn't changed but your looks sure have". I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror. I guess I have changed, my body was more feminine than I allowed it to be as a teen. Curves were just everywhere, something that would benefit me once I got my shit together. My hair was currently in a high bun, but I knew it grew from its regular bob. It's not mid-back and flows in slight waves. If Ace did goof for me, it was to keep me in good health. We always went to the gym, I was always in tip-top shape. My six-pack was starting to loose its form lately, maybe I should check into a gym while I'm here. Ace... I sighed. I felt Mitch comfortly grab and squeeze my shoulder. i looked over to him and gave a weak smile.
"it's really good to see you BC"
"I'm so excited to be back, I don't know what to do with myslef. I'm just, so..", I drifted off with my sentence and felt tears sting my eyes. "Lets not talk about that, I need to make living arrangments. Where's the closest motel or something". Mitch threw a questioning look towards me,
"BC, your staying with me"
"Mittch, I dont want to be a burden plus I don't think your girlfriend would like that?" He laughed. "Wasn't that your girlfriend you were ont he phone with earlier?"
"No, she isn't my girlfriend that would be weird. We're just friends, literally. No funny business, strictly friends. Plus you wouldn't be a burden, it would be just like old times, dont you think?". I slighlty smile,
"i guess, I just can't help to feel that I'm putting a strain on you."
"Don't feel that way. I'm more than happy to let you stay with you. This gives us a way to reconnect and everything.". I thought of the only way I knew to thank Mitch, I kissed him on the cheek. I saw him blush a little. He's still the goofy, kind-hearted jerk-off that I grew up with.
"Thanks Mitch, really." I looked at with window to see we were in the city, heading toward the more fancy side of town. If I rememeber correctly, Princess doesn't live too far from here. Soon enough after a few twist and turn, we went down this long extravagant driveway. Going closer and closer to the mansion that was Mitch's! "This is your house? College miust have been good to you!"
"Yeah, I made it so to speak but what's fortune if there's no one to spend it with?" He parked his car into one of his garages and came to open the door. Such a gentlemen... I stepped out in my baggy sweat pants and white v-neck shirt and a neon green PINK jacket. Mitch grabbed my things and lead me through the garages tot he back door. I noticed the sauna, hot tub and 10 feet deep pool! Good thing I seriously didn't turn down his offer... I thought the outside was gorgeous. His house had a mediveal yet rocker type them to it. A total bachelor pad, if you ask me. "Welcome to my home, Buttercup Utonium. Let me show you your room on the third floor." My mouth dropped when he said,' third floor'! He lead me through a series of stairs, turns and sharp corners and eventually we came to this plain room. I knew it was a guest room. It didn't have anything in it but a bed, dresser, vanity, full length mirror and its own personal bathroom. Bad thing about the room, everything was white. I felt as if I was in the nut house and this was my own personal fluffy room. "I know its plaina nd all this white may drive you craxy, but you can decorate it as you wish."
"Im not gonna go balistic since I'm not going to be here that long..."
"Mhm sure, make yourslef at home. After your finished settling, meet me downstairs. I have a surprise" He quickly turned away and dissappeared down the corridor. Time to regroup, I thought to myself.
(Bubbles P.O.V)
"Bubbles sweetheart, your driving too fast" Steve's mom was holding on to the seat for her dear life.
"Miss Owens, I'm actually going under the speed limit, if I go any slower I'll get a ticket" Shewas beyond annoying me and I was at my boiling point. She didn't know it yet but she more close to being liable to getting her sweet old feelings hurt. I stopped my train of thought to listen to her about how bad technology is and how things were int he old days. I quickly tuned her out and thought about the scene that occured at the supermarket. Boomer... So many memories flood my mind when I hear that name. I remember when my sisters and I fought him and his brothers on a daily basis. I rememer when we called a truece and everyone attempted t live happy. The boys even trying to become friends with us. It wasn't soon after, tragedy struck us. The police say thr Professor was in an unfortunate accident, I believe it was murder. Stone, cold murder. It hurt thinking about it, so I quickly advert to changing the subject. I hope Steve will be sober enough to greet and interact with his mom. I was notin the mood to endure his ab- love. It was love, he just had a strange and unusal way of showing it. It wasn't too soon before I pulled into our building. I parked the door and ordered the bell-boy to carry our groceries and bags up to my condo.
"Everything has changed since I was last here"
"Yes, Mrs. Owens I convenced Steve to let me redecorate".
She frowned, "I dont like it, change it"
"Well , thats something you would have to disscuss with Steve"
"And I will. When's dinner?" I sighed, this was gonna be a long week.
(Buttercup's P.O.V)
After packing the few clothes I had, rearanging the room a bit, I decided to take a shower. That shower was a time for me to pull myself together and reconsile. They always have been, when I'm int he shower I think. More clearly than I do any other time. I though about finding a job and starting my life here. I need to get on my own two feet to support myself and get away fromt he life I once had. Dating is not something that I think I would be into for a while if ever, I dont think I can force myself to go into experience again... I turned the showerhead off and wrapped a soft fluffy white towel around my tan skin. I stepped out and wiped the fog off the mirror and looked at myslef. Of all you been through Buttercup, you can't physically see it but I see it in my eyes. My eyes look so sorrowful, hurt, and damaged. I blinked as i continued to stare into my eyes, such a bright electric green yet they were so sad. My eyes alone looked as if the told my life story better than I could. Just make your future better than your past. i nodded to my mental note as I pulled out my blow dryer and started on my hair.
Once I got dressed in another pair of gray sweats and a black v-neck shirt. I had alot of cleavage, but I was busty what do you expect? Plus it's Mitch, I know he won't try anything. I decided to let my hair just fall instead of putting it into a bun. I headed downstairs and went looking for the kitchen. Being here reminded my of MItch's old kitchen, he mom was THE best cook. i open the double door of his refidgerator and started digging through loads of snacks and drinks. I settled on making an apple martini and a sub. Yep I know I'm a condridiction. I pulled out all the nessecary ingredients, and in the middle of pulling everything out I heard a shaky soft familiar voice. "B-Buttercup?". It sounded alot like...
"BLOSSOM!" I dropped the loaf of bread and ran towards my eldest sister to engulf her in a long awaited hug. She still had her long aburn hair that when to her waist was neatly comb but differently styled. The same rose petal soft eyes, yet they seemed different. Something was off about them. For a minute, we released each other and she took the time to take a look at me and I did the same. She was more feminie as well, not a busty as me, probably a D-cup. Her ass was nothing close to mine, made me literally feel like a fat-ass... "You still look the same, Leader Girl".
"Buttercup, I think we're a bit old to have nicknames."
"So, even when we're old,sagging and in diapers I'll still call you Leader Girl. How have you been, sis?"
"Good, taking into consideration all that life has thrown at me. How about you? I heard about you being with Ace. How did that go?". She knew, who else knew? Did Mitch know? I gave a deep sigh before replying.
"You can sit and listen to the story while I cook, want some?"
"We should wait, I think Mitch said something about dinner."
"I'll just make the martini then, want one?"
"Sure". I put all the unneeded ingredients away and made our martinis. "So are you gonna tell me?". I poured the liquids into a big container and began to shake it.
"See what had happened was..."