I DON'T OWN CHARACTERS!
"Henry!" Bubbles called out as she slide the cup of coffee across the counter. The brown haired boy came up to the counter and smiled at her as he took his cup and exited the coffee shop. "Have a nice day!" Bubbles waved as the door closed behind him.
"How much longer until we can head home." Buttercup called from the back.
"Like, an hour." Bubbles shrugged, "Not much!"
The boys' dad had been right. Putting a coffee shop on campus was a huge success. The pay was great and it seemed as though cliques didn't even exist there. None of the stupid drama from school. It was a petite escape from the crazy world of Convalesce High. Bubbles still wasn't used to coming upon a new dance battle thing everyday. It was scary as hell and freaking insane.
"Blitz, this isn't funny!" Bunny whined to her best friend and crush. She stood up from his bed and turned to face him with her hands on her hips. "This is math! Math is serious shit!" She flicked his nose.
Bunny had a huge math test the next day and had practically begged Blitz to tutor her. So here they were in his dorm room. Math books splayed around the bed, random papers, pencils hidden around the comforter. The problem was, Blitz and Bunny couldn't keep their acts together.
Blitz smiled that mischievous smile that Bunny had come to know. Before Bunny had the chance to pull her hand away, Blitz grabbed it and tugged her forward. Bunny squeaked as she stumbled into his waiting arms. He hooked them around her, his head landing on her stomach.
"B-Blitz!" Bunny's face heated up as she lightly pushed his shoulders or pulled at his arms. He wouldn't budge. Bunny's heart was beating so fast she was scared that Blitz could hear it. Once she finally gave up tugging at him, he pulled upwards, sitting on his knees and yanking her onto the bed. Then he flopped down on the bed, her head landed on the pillow and his never moved from her stomach. Her low pigtails tickled his face, ending around her waist.
"W-we have to do math!" Bunny started squirming around, trying to wedge her arms under his. "You promised!" Bunny started kicking her bare feet out, her black flats lay by the door. She felt him sigh, his breath tickling her stomach. He loosened his grip and moved up so they were face to face.
"Fine, make a deal with me." Bunny pulled the black sleeves of her baggy shirt over her palms. The shirt was tucked into a quarter thigh length skirt that started out hot pink and faded into lilac purple. Bunny felt her face get even hotter as his cool mint breath lightly blew over her cheeks.
"F-fine," Bunny opened the eyes she didn't realize she'd crushed closed and pressed her lips into a thin line. "What's your deal?" Bunny surprised herself by how composed her voice sounded, considering the internal breakdown that was thrashing around within her.
"I'll be totally professional and teach you math," He drew out the beginning and Bunny nodded, egging him on. "If you go out on a date with me."
"A d-d-date?!" Bunny's face erupted in complete blush. Was he serious? She'd been crushing on him for such a long time now. He wanted to date her? Bunny felt so much joy she completely forgot that she was even there.
"You don't want to?" Blitz's voice rang out in her mental party. Blitz was looking at her with so much innocence and these little sparks of hope. Bunny blushed even harder and smiled brightly.
"Yes!" Bunny's eyes widened before she looked away from his eyes "I-I mean, sure, whatever."
Blitz laughed and released her, laying back in his original position on the bed. "Alright then, we have a lot to learn." He held up her math book and looked back at her.
"Closing time!" Boomer cheered as he burst into the shop. Blaine came in behind his excited brother and closed the door.
"Duh, Sherlock. It was actually closing time 2 minutes ago." Buttercup, who was already out of her apron said from her seat on one of the tables. She had a bag of barbecue chips that she was munching on. Things had surprisingly settled down. Butch had stopped trying to track her down and Blaze only called once or twice a day.
Buttercup played with the choker around her neck as she balled up the empty chip bag in her hand. Buttercup wore jean short shorts that cut at her hip bones and a thin brown belt. She also wore a dark green and light green halter top that ended just a bit above her waist. She also had on some white converse.
"I'm only human." Boomer shrugged his shoulders and Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"Does it really matter?" Bubbles asked, pulling her hair out of its bun. Around her neck was a copper chain with a penny in the center.
"These guys are supposed to become business people, right?" Buttercup rose her eyebrows at Bubbles before looking back at the two brothers. "Punctuality." She motioned her hand forward at them as she said it.
"Yeah yeah," Bubbles giggled. She wore a baggy white top that ended below her boobs and had ripped sleeves. Under it she had on high waisted blue and green wavy striped shorts and black ankle boots. "Thanks for coming by guys." Bubbles smiled at them after she stood beside Buttercup.
"Uh, have you guys seen Bell around lately?" Blaine asked, looking around the shop.
"Oh, nope she's started doing another job, I don't think she'll have time to work here."
"What job?"
"Good job Bell! These came out great!" The photographer laughed as they scrolled through the pictures from the shoot today. Yep. Bell had actually decided to try the whole modelling thing. It seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity, so she took it.
And she was good at it.
She was really good at it.
Bell had never been more confident. She was stunning. The people adored her. The clothes were beautiful. She, right now, was her own manager. But it was fine because she knew how to read a contract and she knew how to correct it to suit her needs and wants. No nudity. They could pay her triple and she would not remove any clothes. She also go to decide whether or not she wanted to wear the outfit. No lingerie. Things like that.
And the people respected her decisions. When she said no, they didn't argue back. She felt safe here. She liked it a lot. Bell had never felt so... alive. So... so much like she belonged. She felt in her element, and she looked like it too.
"Bell!" She turned to look at one of the interns speed walking over to her. "Y-your..umm... your boyfriend is here." The little intern blushed madly and pointed at a guy, marching his way over to them. Boyfriend?
"Blaine?" Bell said before she could think otherwise. Bell's hair was fluffed away from her face and her bangs were were blown to her side. She wore no glasses, instead they were replaced by contacts. She was wearing make up that complimented her pale complexion wonderfully. Bell wore an orange short sleeve top with a knot on the bottom, which ended around the bottom of her rib cage. She also had on low waisted white jeans that faded to aqua at the bottom over some white combat boot wedges.
"Bell, love, I missed you." Before Bell could register that he'd just called her "love," he wrapped his lanky arms around her and put his head on hers in a tight embrace. The other workers made an "aww" sound before decided to give them some space and heading off to add the photos to the magazine.
"What the hell?" Bell murmured into his chest. She would've pushed away, but her face was so red she didn't want him to notice and make fun of her. He pulled away and she kept her head down, trying to maintain her blush.
"I should be the one saying that." Blaine crossed his arms. Bell continued to look at his feet as her blush went down. "I thought I would have to come in here and stop them from taking pictures of you half naked or something!" Bell looked up at Blaine's worried and flushed face. Bell just started laughing. "Why are you laughing? I'm being serious!" He whined. Bell just kept on giggling until she felt two hands on her hips. Her giggling stopped as she looked up into Blaine's unusually serious eyes.
"So, everybody here thinks I'm your boyfriend and I'm coming to your shoots, nobody is gonna take pictures of you naked." He announced, keeping a firm grip on her hips.
"Of course not you idiot! I'm still a virgin, if I haven't let the guy I'm in love with see my body then there isn't a chance that I'll let anybody else." Bell crossed her arms. Just what kinda girl did he think she was?
"I know, but if I don't see for myself I'll just spend the whole day worrying about you." Blaine got close to her body again, so they were only inches apart.
"Whatever." Bell rolled her eyes.
It had been a few days since Bell began modelling and she was never around anymore, other than to attend class. Blossom was inevitably lonely. She had gotten back to the dorm, slinging her white ankle high converse on the floor and slumping down on her bed. She grabbed her laptop and started watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians while eating a bunch of gummies.
Bell had given her contacts from the agency, which she now wore, leaving her glasses on her bedside table. Blossom had left her hair down. She wore some white jean shorts and a light pink tee-shirt.
"Ooh, I smell loneliness." Blossom snapped her head over to look at Brick, who slid his shoes off. Blossom glared at him. "I come bearing gifts!" He held up a pizza box. Blossom rolled her eyes and turned back to her computer. Brick sat down beside her. "What's up troublemaker?" He poked her side.
"Nothing, I'm fine." Blossom grumbled.
"Well that's a lie," Brick reached over her and paused the show. "Bell's making you lonely?"
"Brick!" Blossom whined and tried to turned the show back on. Brick turned off her computer and flipped her around so they were facing each other.
"I don't like lies Bloss. If you're lonely you should just call me over so I don't have to guess about what you're doing."
"Fine, I will, turn it back on." Blossom crossed her arms over her chest. Brick rolled his eyes and leaned forward, head going onto her shoulder as he reached around her and turned the laptop back on. He leaned back to see her face turning pink and chuckled. "I'm gonna go to the restroom!" Blossom shot off the bed and into the bathroom. Brick made himself comfortable on her bed and opened the pizza box.
Blossom came out with her glasses on. "Ohhh there she is!" Brick shouted and Blossom rolled her eyes once more. He extended his arms out to her. "Cuddle with me?" Blossom felt herself start to blush. "I'm cold." Brick clenched and un-clenched his fingers.
"Unbelievable. You can just use the blankets." Blossom sighed, climbing next to him. Brick snuggled her close to him and nuzzled the side of her head with his nose.
"Naa, I like you better."