My apologies about production speed, I have had odd events that are stopping me, and I am constantly on the hunt for lyrics for songs included in chapters. Again, my apologies! Just FYI, there are story ideas popping into my head, and said head is about to explode! IMMEDIATELY after this story, I will be writing – well typing – these ideas!

Buttercup's POV

I turn off the engine and take out the key of my high-tech, custom-built, Kawasaki bike. I turn to my sisters as they dismount their own custom Kawasaki motorcycles.

"Is it just me . . . " Blossom says. "or did the Jojo bros seem a little . . . oh, I don't know, jealous, when the Mojo bros showed up."

"I think it's hilarious." I respond, chuckling. "If we wanted to, we could probably use this to our advantage." I lower my voice to a fake whisper. "Bubbles!" I hiss. Bell giggles. Bubbles turns bright red.

"It's not like that!" she retorts.

Blossom rolls her eyes, smiling. "Bubbles, it's obvious that you're head-over-heels for Boomer." she states simply.

Bubbles blushes even more, her face becoming the color of Blossom's bike. I mentally smirk as Bubbles doesn't try denying Blossom's comment.

"Let's just get inside." Bell says, still giggling a little.

Who would've thought? I think to myself. The 'most popular guys in school' . . . jealous of our BFFs: Bro-Friends-Forever. Ha!

I take off my helmet and tuck it under my arm and I follow my sisters into the house. I pull out my black iPhone. Like my sisters, I have two phones (Ok, lemme just say, LOL! "One for the plug and one for the load!"), one for business, and one for our personal life. When it comes to the business phones, mine and Blossom's are pitch black, while Bubbles' and Bell's biz phones are ghost white. Our personal phones are colored in each of our respective colors. I pull out my business phone, having forgotten to check it during lunch. I see that I have two messages, one from our manager, Ivy, saying that our performance at the Plutoniums' party was a hit. The other is from . . . Butch. What does he want?

I tap on the message.

What's up? I raise my eyebrow at the text. That's it? Why would he send me this? I read over it again. I then look at the time stamp. Oh, he sent this during Phys. Ed. He must've been bored. I remember throwing the tennis ball at Breakers shoulder, and I laugh out loud. Butch must've seen that.

Hey. I text back. I suddenly wonder what would happen if the Jojos found out we were the Element Girls. Nothing much, u?

The phone beeps. Just bored. Srry, ur probably busy right now.

It's ok. I'm not doin' anything right now anyway. It's been a while since I talked to someone who is my own age, & not a fan or related 2 me. The text I send is somewhat true. He thinks I'm Vine still. When I'm Vine, I rarely get chances like this.

Who said I wasn't a fan?

Who said u were? I text, chuckling.

"Yo BC!" Blossom calls out. "We gotta rehearse that new song!"

I gg, or else Flame is gonna lose it. Ttyl.

I toss my phone into my bag and run up the stairs to the recording studio our dad installed to the house.

Butch's POV

I gg, or else Flame is gonna lose it. Ttyl. Vine texts me. Why? I think to myself, raising an eyebrow.

"Dude, you're like, glued to your phone, what's up?" Blaine asks me.

"He's probably texting Vine." Boomer comments, an innocent smile on his face.

I glare at him and Brick chuckles. "No denial, he must've hit the nail on the head."

"I'm about to hit him on the head." I respond. I suddenly hear an extremely dull thumping. "What's that?" I ask my brothers.

The three of them shrug. Brick looks at a window. "I think it's coming from over there." Brick walks over to it and looks out. "Possibly from the girls' house."

"It sounds kinda like a drum." Boomer says.

"Didn't Buttercup used to play the drums?" I ask.

"Yeah, but I thought they disbanded." Blaine replies.

"That doesn't mean they can't still play." Brick counters.

Other instruments join in, but they're so faint we almost miss them, but then again, the houses are somewhat close to each other.

"All of them? Together? In sync?" Blaine asks.

"They could just be doing a cover for fun." Boomer says, no doubt thinking about Bubbles on the bass. We're constantly forgetting about our "girlfriends".

I listen carefully. "Doesn't sound like any song I know."

Bell's POV

I continue rocking out on the drums as my sisters join in on their instruments in the practice room. We all take turns singing lyrics for our new song (This song will be called "Poor Alice", and it is in fact in production my RockStarz!). At the end of the song, we all high-five each other.

"That was awesome!" I cheer, almost throwing my drumsticks out of excitement.

"Yeah, I've got news." Bubbles says, looking down at her white business phone. "Ivy says that we're doing a collaboration with the boys. She says it's just one song."

"Cool, I got just the idea." Buttercup grins.

"Oh jeez." Blossom mumbles, face-palming. "Lemme guess, a classic Vine-style kick-ass song that makes you look like a badass idol?" she deadpans.

"You know it!" She hollers cheerfully.

"Why don't we just combine our styles like we always do?" I ask.

"Ah, an intelligent answer, how refreshing." Blossom remarks. Shoot, she's in one of those moods.

"Are you saying I'm not smart?" Buttercup yells.

"Not exactly. It's just that sometimes you have the same intelligence levels as that of a bumble bee attempting to get pollen from a stone." Blossom replies.

I chuckle and Bubbles jokes, "Ah! Too many big words! Hahaha!" Buttercup fakes a pout in response.

Bubbles's POV

I laugh at Buttercup's pout and double over, my hair brushing the floor in front of my face.

My blue phone starts to ring and I quickly pick it up, trying to stifle my giggles. "Ha-ha-hello?"

"Hey Bubs, it's me, Bash." Bash replies on the other end of the line.

"Bash, hi!" I squeal, eager to talk with the boy I consider my long-lost twin brother. (I had to, I won't apologize. \(^.^)/)

"Did you hear about the collaboration we're gonna do?" he asks me.

"Yes! I'm so hype right now!" I practically shout. Buttercup makes a weird face at me, and I close my mouth before I burst into laughter again.

"What's so funny?" Bash asks. "You sound like you're trying not to laugh!"

"Hahaha! I'll tell you later." I giggle as Buttercup makes an even more weird face.

"So, recording studio, your place . . . this Saturday . . . at three?"

"Nah." I respond, turning away from BC before she can make me laugh again. Blossom and Bell are rolling around the floor, losing it. "Make it nine a.m., we still need to come up with some lyrics."

"Got it."

"Okay, see ya then! Bye!" I hang up and flop down onto the couch, landing on my back.

"I take it you were speaking to your brother-from-another-mother?" Bell asks, peering down at me.

"Yes." I say, sitting up. "We're all going to be in the studio, this Saturday, at nine in the morning." I say cheerfully, suddenly feeling tired.

"Look out." Blossom jokes. "Sugar crash."

"Bubbles, I told you, you had too much coffee this morning!" Bell shrieks.

"We all did." Blossom mutters, smiling.

"You're just sayin' that 'cause you're tired." Buttercup yawns.

"So what if I am?" Blossom lays down on a nearby couch and closes her eyes.

Bell leans her desk chair back and falls asleep. Buttercup follows suit on her own chair. I close my eyes and let sleep take over.