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~Descendants of Love and Hate ~ Chapter 6: Talking ~ Normal POV~

"We were just waiting for you, Buttercup," Blossom spat. Then she continued. "And now, you are here." She glared at the green powerpuff. "You have a lot of explain to do."

"Chill, you guys." Buttercup said as she put her stuff down. "I'm home that's all that matters…" She fell onto her bed.

"That's all that matters? That's all that matters?" Blossom hissed as she repeated. "What matters is that you should have the courtesy to even call before you came home saying that you'll be home later!" She yelled.

Buttercup soon quickly took her pillow and covered her ears, but that only made the matters worse.

"Buttercup, can you even hear me?" Blossom screamed. After a few seconds, of the leader tapping her foot gently on the wooden floor, Buttercup finally responded to her. "Blossom," She said with annoyance in her voice. "Yes." She replied.

"Can I talk to dad alone, please?"

"Why should you? Bubbles and I would like to know you have been to after you ran away. Right, Bubbles? "

The blond jumped up from her seat, and nervously replied. "Um, yeah…"

"So what's up?" The pink powerpuff growled.

Before she could do anything, Blossom felt her father's masculine hand on her shoulder. His eyes were bloodshot from worrying and work (it's not like he would actually admit it), and he had bangs under his eyes. He gave a simple look, a look that said: I'll handle this. Despite she wanted to know what was going on, she had to leave. Blossom sighed; what was she going to do?

"Let's go, Bubbles." She huffed as the bubbly powerpuff made sure she didn't make her sister any more upset. On the way to the main lobby, you could hear Blossom screaming stuff about being irresponsible and childish. The Professor soon closed the door. I don't need any distractions. He thought.

As the professor sat on the side of his daughter's bed, Buttercup lifted her pillow from her head. She sighed; this was bound to happen sooner or later.

There were few minutes of silence before the father spoke; he cleared his throat as Buttercup laid her eyes on him. Miss Keane stared at him as well, hoping that he wouldn't say anything that he might regret.

"Buttercup," He started. "Where were you?"

Buttercup took a deep breathe before she spoke. "I was near the school, trying to get away from Mitch."

"Why were you getting away from him? You're dating him, remember?" He spoke softly, but his voice sounded irritated. He closed eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No, dad." Buttercup said. "You made me date him."

He opened his eyes to look at her again, she was talking truthfully. He could tell from her light green eyes. Before the older man could speak, she held her hand up to her father's mouth. "Dad, let me explain… Can you just hear me out?" The man nodded.

"Well, lately, we haven't been on the same page." She got up from her bed and started to walk around the room. "Ever since, I've officially entered high school, you've changed. My 'privileges', as you like to call it, has been limited. I can't do what I think is fun, and yes sometimes I know that I'm out of hand, but I'm just trying to live my life to the fullest." She stopped for a moment to take another deep breath. Miss Keane smiled a little bit. She's growing up slowly. The professor opened his mouth again, but Buttercup wasn't finished yet. "And that's why you and I should set some boundaries. I'll try to discipline myself if you at least let me do the things that I want to do, and let me make my own decisions. I know it might not be a good idea to you, but just give me a shot." She turned to her father and gave him pleading eyes.

The professor stared at her confused, trying to collect what his daughter just said. As his mind finally finished processing the information he just received, he had to sigh. "Okay, but only under two conditions." He came up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "First of all, you must tell me what you want to do, and I'll tell you if I approve or not."

"Okay, I can understand that." She replied.

"The last one is you must continue to date Mitch."

"Wait, what?" BC questioned. "Did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes, I did. Sadly, you didn't let me finish." Her father said. She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her head. "Right…"

"You can stop dating Mitch and we can continue doing this if you find a boy that you actually like in that way, and present him to me so I can see if he's presentable. Plus, I want you to get to know Mitch better." Buttercup rolled her eyes. How much more could she possibly know more about? He is one of her best friends.

"Is that understood?"

Buttercup nodded. "Yes. Thanks, dad." She smiled, and he smiled back at her. He soon left the room with Miss Keane. "Goodnight." She yelled.

"Goodnight." He replied back. "Goodnight." Miss Keane said as well.

Well, that worked out better than I thought. She thought to herself. Maybe a little too well. She soon went to sleep, waiting for her day of opportunity to come.

Until the next time, bye!