You've returned!
Buttercup: Of course they did. They've been doing it for seven chapters already, why not more?
Butch: They came back because they are in absolute love with me. I don't blame them. I'm hotter than Fonzie. It's a natural response.
*Blossom and Buttercup roll eyes*
Aaanyway, before they start something, because Buttercup has that evil "I'm pissed" glint in her eye, let me just say I don't own the Powerpuff girls or Rowdyruff boys. And not to mention the special thanks to my editing bff, Water Fairy aka Mizu. And also thanks to the reviewers who have been absolutely faithful and amazing:
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And my boyfriend Jay-Jay17 who was unable to review online but gave me a great verbal review last night. :) love you babe.
*chimes in randomly * Bubbles: TELL THEM ABOUT THE CONTEST! TELL THEM ABOUT THE CONTEST!
Oh yes! Thank you, Bubbles. I slipped in a few references in this chapter. The first person to review with the correct answers(2 references) and a way of contacting me should they be right will get two spoilers that will be taking place within the next five chapter(most likely three). So in simple terms:
Read chapter.
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And that's it! hope you guys can figure it out. They're not blunt or anything, but if you are one who is an avid fan, or at least saw the show as a kid, you probably can guess it. GOOD LUCK! And they will be two good spoilers, I promise. :D PEACE!
Buttercup's POV:
"Let's ditch," Butch murmured, breaking through my haze.
I stared up at the oddly jade green eyes of my counterpart, looking up from the freshly opened book of my detention reading list choice for today. "Are you crazy? We're going to get stuck with another week if we skip out on detention. And I am not dealing with this shit longer than necessary."
He leaned on his forearm, looking as if he were ready to start conspiring with me. "Come on, it's just one time. We've been good, paid our dues…mostly. We need a break. Let's get a bite, maybe hit the arcade around the corner."
I could only manage to stare blankly at him, my eyebrows arching in bewilderment. "Arcade? What are you, twelve?"
"Yes, but that's beside the point." Okay, so technically he was twelve, considering he was theoretically created at the age of five, but that was irrelevant. "Come on, Buttercup! I'm dying in here, I need to get out before I go insane."
I hadn't to admit, sitting here for two and a half weeks had finally started to get to me. I was never good at doing things long term, except sports. And even then, I could never do the same sport more than a season long before I grew bored of it. Or at least, not seasons back to back. So, these three weeks were damn near hell. However, that might have been due to the fact who I'd been condemned to my prison with.
The grin on his face, an idiotic grin that only the giddiest of fools could pull off, was practically willing me to agree to his mischievous plans. My eyes slid away from his and over his shoulder, glancing at the substitute librarian behind the reception desk. If anything, this was the perfect day to. The bitchy library was nowhere within twenty miles of the school, and this library substitute was such a pushover, we could get away with murder I sensed.
However, we had two days of detention left, and I'd been a good girl for this long, gone to my detention and endured it. Was it worth risking getting another week for ditching with two days left?
"I'll pay for everything. And let you drive," Butch offered.
Drive? My head snapped up, eyes huge with anticipation. "What sorta car?" If it was anything as nice as Boomer's car, or so Bubbles told me, then I was certainly in.
"You'll have to ditch and see," he dodged, dangling the keys in front of me.
Without hesitation, I snatched the keys from his waiting hand, slamming the book shut, setting back into its respective place on the shelf. "Let's go." Coughing from the librarian caught my attention, and I instantly remembered we weren't alone. "Wait, what about the old maid?"
Butch glanced over his shoulder, contemplating an escape route. As he turned back to me, his thoughtful look morphed into a look of revelation. He snapped before suddenly rummaging through his backpack. "I've got it!"
To my utter surprise, he pulled a small pouch of chocolates. If I thought I'd been confused by his plans before, now I was utterly lost. "Chocolates? What are you going to do, woo her?"
Apparently I had been far from close, considering the glare he shot in my direction. "No, Smarty-Pants." Instantly, Butch shot from his chair, sauntering casually to the librarian. "Mrs. Anderson, I was wondering if you wanted any of this chocolate before Buttercup eats it all."
I resisted the urge to glare at him, especially when she smiled and nodded graciously. "Thank you, Butch. You're too sweet."
Ha! As if! Slowly, he returned to his seat, listening to her chomp down on the chocolate. Seconds later, she shot to her feet, running faster than anyone could have though possible for someone of her age. Finally, realization hit me as I took in the triumphant grin on my counterpart's goofy face. "Laxatives?"
"Duh," he said simply.
"That was mean," I said as we gathered our belongings. "She has to be at least eighty."
"Hey, did you want to get out or no?"
Grr, I hated when he was right. I suppressed a grumble and glared darkly at Butch as I followed him out to the hall, ignoring his idiotic need to act like a ninja. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Mission Impossible!" he said, lowly hummed the tune to Mission Impossible as he clung to the wall.
Maybe it was my high level of confidence, maybe it was my distracted mind as I watched this idiot act even more like an imbecile than usual, or maybe it was the fact the halls were as empty as they had ever been since my first day in freshman year, but I couldn't help just strolling down the hall, uncaring if I was caught or not. Most likely due to the fact I knew I wouldn't be caught.
"You are truly the biggest idiot I've ever met," I said, shaking my head, an unexpected dread coming over me as I suddenly wished I didn't know him.
Ignoring me, he continued his humming until we finally reached the door of the main entrance, and we made our way swiftly to the student parking lot. "Okay, so which one is your car?"
Butch stared out into the parking lot a moment, seeming to be searching. "Ah, I remember." He walked up a few rows of cars and tapped a sleek black Ford Super Duty F-350. He pat the hood of the truck, smiling at me as I let my eyes wander over it. "What do you think?"
Well, it was no Maserati, but it was definitely nice. "I like it a lot. How come Boomer has a Grand Turismo?"
"Because I prefer more off roading, efficient, but still hot." He waved to the truck, smiling confidently. "Perfect car for me. Whereas Brick and Boomer are more into luxury and speed."
I found the last part a bit difficult to believe. I stared at the speedometer as I hopped into the driver's seat. "This thing only goes… 120?"
He shrugged as he rested one arm on the door, the other resting on the back of my seat. "So what? If I want speed, I stick to my motorcycle." Before I could even begin to gush about his bike, his eyes went huge, staring between me and the ignition. "You do have you license, right?"
"Technically . . . no." To my dismay, he held his hand out for the keys, waiting impatiently. "Awh, come on. Like you have one!"
"Wrong." He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out a black leather wallet and holding it open for me to see. In the clear space for an idea sat a small license car, with Butch's name and picture. "Legally have one."
Gasping in utter disbelief, I snatched the wallet from his hand, looking over the car. "What the fuck? How did you get your license before me?"
"Because I passed the test? How is it you don't have yours?"
"The Professor thinks we should wait until six months in. So two more months before I can get mine, he won't sign for it until then."
Butch laughed. I couldn't seem register the fact he had went around and opened the passenger's door. Like nothing, he reached in and grabbed me by the arm and calve, sliding me from the driver's side to the passenger's. My eyes were still locked on the information printed on his license. "You finished?" he teased, watching me glare at the license as he walked around and settled himself behind the wheel.
I shoved the wallet back into his waiting hand, slumping into my seat as I sulked. "I am gonna so get the Professor back for that one."
Silently, he rested his arm on the back of my chair, staring behind us to pull out of the parking lot. "I'll tell you what," he said, smirking. "You can choose the radio station."
I rolled my eyes as I reached for the knob. "Thanks, Butch. You're sympathy is soo heartwarming."
"Damn, when you're snippy you just get full on bitchy. It's hot."
Managing to ignore that remark, I turned the stereo on, only to be stunned by the song that had begun to play. It was a chipper tune, not one I would expect of my counterpart. "They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa! They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa. To the funny farm. Where life is beautiful all the time."
It took all I had to force myself to blink as I stared in awe at the radio. "They're coming to take me away? Dr. Demento? Really, Butch? And the techno remix of all things."
Butch chuckled awkwardly, fiddling clumsily with the radio as he tried to silence it. "Boomer's dumbass song. He left the CD in-" He shopped short, finally registering something. "Wait, how did you know the song?"
"Bubbles played it for three weeks straight about a month ago. We'd gone against the Gang Green Gang, and she was ridiculous enough to think . . . wait, why am I telling anyone this? It's nothing. It's stupid. Just has to do with something that happened when we were kids. Between Ace and myself." I would never delve into detail again, verbally or mentally, about my having had a crush on an imbecilic like that. The thought still haunted me to this day.
I could tell he wouldn't let me get away with that simple explanation. The look of intrigue on his face was a clear indicator of that. Luckily, he let it drop for the moment. "Right, so where to?"
"I guess wherever you want. Just nowhere stupid please . . . or illegal . . . or sexual relating!"
He smirked, chuckling as he rolled his eyes. "Relax, Butterbabe! I've got the perfect place."
Bubbles' POV:
"Good morning, Bubbles," said a soft voice in my ear.
Despite my usual composure, I jumped startled, whirling around to meet the cobalt eyes of my counterpart. "Gosh, Boomer you scared me," I said through pants, my hand pressed to my rapid heart. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to let you know something that I thought your sister should be aware of."
My intrigue sparks, head cocking to the side a bit as I tried to get an understanding of what he meant. "You mean Blossom? What does she have to know?"
His eyes glanced past me a moment, and out the window, before meeting mine once more. "Buttercup just snuck out of school with Butch," he said coolly, a little too coolly to be honest.
"What?" I spun around, quickly searching the empty parking lot from the window behind me. A bluish glint, from the highlights of my sister's hair, caught my eye as they reflected the sun. Buttercup was getting into a big black pickup truck, the driver's seat no less. Shit! Buttercup didn't even have her license yet! What was she doing? "What the hell?" I slammed my face against the window, nose and forehead pressed against the glass as I watched in awe. "Blossom is so going to kill her! What is she doing with Butch?"
"Date?"
"She's adamant on saying she's not friends with him, that it was merely an armistice between her and her counterpart." I couldn't watch, I wouldn't be the one taking the blame for this mess up. I turned and met Boomer's eyes. "I want to see how she explains this one to Blossom. Oh gosh, dinner is going to be extremely awkward."
He patted my shoulder, smirking as the horror of the possible outcome for this slowly engulfed my thoughts. "It couldn't be any worse than what is going to happen if I tell Brick what Butch did."
"If? You mean, you might not tell him?" Standing by his brother for sneaking out with Powerpuff Girls? Was this boy going mental?
"Surprisingly, I enjoy having another brother. Takes the heat of me when something bad happens and it pisses off Brick. Butch is my personal little insurance policy."
I couldn't help but laugh at his little joke. Despite the dark humor, Boomer was fairly funny. "Where do you think they're going?" I said between giggles.
"Who knows," Boomer replied as he settled himself into the seat beside mine, waiting for the English teacher to return from the copy room. "Butch doesn't tell me anything of his plans since I went to the movies with you."
My intrigue stole all composure I had, as I slid into my seat and turned to converse more with Boomer. "What plans?"
I felt like a little school girl, gossiping with her best girlfriend. I get the sense he felt the same, for he turned and smirked at me, looking as if he were about to mimic a child based on the glint in his eyes. His mouth opened, ready to babble when suddenly he laughed and said, "Those are none of your concern," and turned forward in his seat once more.
My face fell, evident that I was disappointed. "Hmph." Okay, I should have seen that slap in the face coming; of course he'd side with his brother rather than his counterpart.
Moments later, the teacher finally returned, and the class fell silent at her command. For the rest of the class, Boomer never met my eyes, nor spoke a word to me, as he did most of the time since his return to Townsville. He would mostly sit back in his seat, doodling something in his notebook, or staring out into space. I couldn't deny this though, he seemed to have this anguished look in his eyes when he was in that zoned out state of his. What haunted those dark blue eyes of his, I don't know. I didn't feel it was my place to ask, however, it ate at me, my curiosity killing me as to what it had been.
Finally, the class came to a close, but I couldn't help feeling a bit awkward knowing Boomer was still with me in my last two classes, even if he weren't right next to me, as he was in this class.
"Bubbles," he called after me as I began my way to Chemistry alone. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing he weren't all that far behind. "I just wanted to say thank you, for the other day I mean."
Boomer walked beside me, chuckling softly at, what I guessed, was the puzzled look on my face. "What do you mean?"
"For not telling your sisters. Brick didn't know anything, so it saved my ass. Butch found out, unfortunately, but it wasn't anything you did. So thank you for not mentioning it."
I couldn't help but smile, pleased to know he was a little more considerate than his brothers. "You're welcome, Boomer.
There was no doubt an awkward silence filled the space between us as he held the door to our next class open for me. "What are we going to do about our siblings?" he said, following me to my seat, leaning casually against the desk.
"Frankly, I don't know…" My eyes wandered out to the parking lot, noticing the spot that once held the black pickup was now empty. "But I have a feeling someone is in serious trouble."
"I hope it's not us," he added, before walking off and settling himself in his seat across the room.
Buttercup's POV:
It had been nearly an hour since we left the parking lot at school, and I couldn't see anything other than trees for at least two miles. "Butch, where on earth are you taking me? It's been an hour, where could we possibly be going that it would take an hour to get here from Townsville?"
He laughed, turning down the radio as it blasted Breaking Benjamin. "Relax, Butterbabe. It's not far from here. Ten more minutes at most."
"What the heck do you have up your sleeve, Jojo?"
Another manic laugh. "Jeeze woman, why do I have to have something up my sleeve? What the hell happened to that tough bitch I knew as a kid. I see my absence has made you into such a girl. Pop a pill, will you?"
I didn't like the smirk on his face as he watched me glare darkly. Ignoring the chuckle from Butch, I let my gaze wander in any direction that wasn't in the general area of Butch. It was then that I caught sight of the bustling city that sat along the shoreline just east of where we had been driving from. Evidently the tree line snaked in the opposite direction we had been heading.
"Um, Butch? Are we lost? Because that is Townsville Beach. What the hell are you planning?"
"Close your eyes," he said, ignoring my demands entirely. As I opened to my mouth to object, he shook his head. "Ah-ah, no 'buts', do it, Powerpuff."
Despite my better judgment, I allowed my eyes to shut as he ordered. I could hear the crunching of gravel under the tries. About two minutes later, the engine went silent, and Butch chortled. "Can I open them now, Butch?"
"Fine, go ahead. We're here."
I opened my right eye, sneaking a peak of what the Rowdyruff beside me had done before I let myself relax. We were parked along the gravel edge of the boardwalk. "You decided on the Boardwalk? What-" But before I had even had the chance to object, Butch had been already exiting the cab, making his way around to my side. "Butch, what the-"
"Will you just chill and enjoy yourself? God, you're almost a high strung as Brick." I watched him open my door and lean casually against it, a smirk that seemed to be just challenging me. "I bet you don't even know what the words 'loosen up' even mean."
My temper spiked; Butch was most certainly challenging me now. It was unfair, he knew I couldn't turn down a challenge, no matter how small or insignificant it was.
"Fine," I said, defeated. "We'll do this your way."
The grin that spread across his face was a clear indicator he liked my having surrendered, but for whatever reason I didn't know. God, this would be a long day.
