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Timey Wimey Detecter: Thank you again for your review! I love updating, sorry if they aren't always on time.
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1) Poor Bubbles indeed. I don't think she'll get a break any time sooner, since she is the new maid of the castle. Hopefully they feel bad for her soon enough.
2) Usually in stories Boomer is always the kind one in the beginning. In this story, however, I chose to make Boomer more of a Rowdyruff. Boomer isn't exactly 'cruel', but he can be cold. In this story he's known as the quiet and cold Prince who isn't very close with anyone due to his past. You will see ;)
3) GIRL POWER! Haha I like it. Buttercup truly showed them she- or should I say he- wasn't a pathetic little worker.
4) Dexter is hilarious am I not right? Blossom is just trying to get rid of him though ;P I agree, it was totally a 'Buttercup' thing to do.
5) The letter? You shall find out about that this chapter I think.
6) Yep. I had trouble choosing if it's a really good Kingdom or not. It's not. The Jojo's are good royalty, but they just don't get the true picture. Brick does see what is going on in town, since he works at the dock. But he can't make any changes to it unless he rises up a level in power and becomes King.
7) I'm a sucker for romance too. Oddly Brick did pick out a romance book; his liking is history, magic, and literature. Something about it made him want to read it, the deep meanings and spells it had. ;)
shimmergem97: Thank you for the review! It means a lot. The Punks were just a key thing to put into this story, I mean... why not? (LOL) Poor Dexter, he did fall for Blossom's little trick. Buttercup is just awesome.
bhoa97: Boomer is sort of in a hate relationship with Bubbles, but hopefully it won't last too long. ;) Blossom isn't really one to be mean, she just simply straight forward and blunt. *Not as much as Buttercup though*, I agree there should be a nicer way to scare him off. (lol) I'm glad you think that though, no worries Blossom isn't evil. The girls are all going through things themselves, funny how they are close sisters but they still don't tell each other these things too much. Thanks for the review!
Geeek-Girl: Thank you so much for the review, it's truly appreciated. Butch and Buttercup meet almost every day (except for the weekends) but just as different people I guess. Buttercup a 'boy' and Butch a 'boss'. Isn't it rather amusing? *I'm a huge Butchercup shipper too btw* You will see soon what's going to happen with Boomer and Bubbles... ;)
Lunar Stellar: Thank you so much! I will continue to write because of all the kind support! I'm sorry for any mistakes in the story, my memory is really bad. My updates may not be fast, but I will continue to try my best.
TinyPlantExploringWierdo: Thanks for the short review. I guess you mean the Powerpuff girls are slaying? :)
Rose: Dexter is currently crying, no worries Blossom is trying to comfort him. *BAM* Oh wait nvm, Brick is here too... (Why are you so jelly Brick?)
LePierceLeKiddle: Ahhhhh thanks so much for the review! It makes me really happy so keep reviewing please. :3 Haha many readers are interested about the whole Blossom and Dexter thing, I guess people likes Brick more than Dexter. Boomer and Bubbles are having a little battle hm? I almost forgot about Brick having Blossom's ribbon!
MarshmallowFluff: Thank you! The real fun does start now, I can't wait! *squeals*
Guest: Thank you thank you~ We have the little Bubbles standing up for herself and showing Prince Boomer who's boss! Blossom seriously wants Dexter gone, but she thinks he's easy to get rid of. ;P Even though Buttercup is in disguise- she did show them she can kick some butt. Her boss was very surprised. ;)
XxjuryofninexX: Thank you for telling me! The reason the girls don't know anything about the Royal family (except for Bubbles who basically just found out after starting to work in the castle) was because the three sisters and their aunt live on the outskirts of the Kingdom. The town- which is where all of the talk and gossip is- isn't where they live. So they are sort of clueless about the royal family. Even if they do hear about the family when they are wandering in town, they don't pay attention to it. You can say that the girls don't really care about Royalty because they're too busy with their own lives. Hopefully this clears things up, thanks for the review once again. :)
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Dear Mother,
Bubbles has been stressing out lately. Both me and Butterup can see how tired she is everyday she comes home from her job as a maid, and she keeps on changing to subject. She's being too hard on herself, and that royal prince is messing with her.
I don't understand how a Prince could be so rude. I'm going to have to agree with Buttercup that our royal family of Townsville aren't the nicest of people. When we went to the castle, everything seemed fine though.
Maybe they only treated peasants that way?
Love,
Blossom.
Bubbles:
Ah...
I held onto my throbbing head, trying to blink away the sudden pain. Biting my lip, I look around the giant hallway for any sign of Kiara or any other maids. Seeing no sign of anyone, I slide down the wall and bring my head into my knees.
Sleep hugs me warmly, and I felt my eyes droop slowly.
I hadn't slept well since...
"Excuse me,"
Letting out a sharp gasp, my head snaps upwards to look at the person standing above me. They watched as I wobbled up onto my feet and brushed dust off my skirt.
"I-I'm sorry!" I exclaim, bowing down in apology.
The man nods softly, his ruby red eyes stuck onto me. I assume this was Prince Brick, from the last time I had seen him. He stood tall, wearing a velvet red tunic over his white undershirt and black pants. In his arms were books, but he seemed to not even feel the weight of them.
He was as prince like as ever. Even without a crown and cape.
"You seem tired Miss Bubbles, please go take a rest."
Blinking, "Huh? O-Oh no sir, I am fine." I say quickly, picking up the bucket of water and turning towards the stairs.
He stops me midway, pulling the bucket away from my hand. "I insist. We can't have a maid working on castle grounds when she can't even keep her eyes open. Do you have a room here?"
I shake my head no, and he nods. "Alright."
Stepping back, he brings his knuckles to a white door and knocks on it loudly. My brows furrow in confusion when I realize who's room it was. There was a moment of silence from the other side of the door, and suddenly it opened to reveal the creamy faced Prince.
He blinked up at Prince Brick, "Yes?"
Prince Brick looked over at me, who stood behind him slightly peeking over his shoulder.
It was then that Prince Boomer's eyes drifted behind his brother's shoulder and landed on me. His gaze instantly hardened.
"We have a maid here who is falling asleep from exhaustion. We wouldn't want to have her fall down the stairs now would we? Let her use your bed as a place to take a nap for a while."
Both me and Prince Boomer gave the red eyed Prince looks of utter shock.
"Your Highness there is no need-"
"Then I'll take her to Butch's room." Prince Brick cut off simply, giving his younger brother a look.
"Butch is sleeping." The blonde stated.
"Exactly, which leaves you as an option."
"Why not your room?" Boomer asks, narrowing his ocean orbs and leaning against the door frame.
"Because my bed is currently covered in library books and scripts to study."
Prince Boomer let out a frustrated sigh, before throwing me a look. He opened the door a bit, and Prince Brick began to walk away. "Please get a good rest so you won't fall asleep again." He called out to me, and I nodded.
I watched the fire flame haired Prince head off to his room, only to be inturrupted by a clearing of a throat. Craning my head back to the front, I meet the cobalt eyes of the Prince who stood towering above me.
"I-I...um.." I wasn't sure what to say, instead taking a step back and clasping my clammy palms together.
"Get inside." He spoke in that faint voice, before disappearing into the room.
I follow behind him, cautiously stepping onto the royal carpet. The faint smells of paints were in the air, but it was added with a mixture of flowers. Before I could look up at the paintings on the wall, Prince Boomer once again cleared his throat.
He must be getting a bit sick, I should tell Kiara to cook him some soup later.
"My bed is yours for now," He said, motioning me over to the bed.
My cheeks were scarlet. I glance over at the giant white king sized bed with blue bedsheets over them. I dart a look over at the Prince, who was heading over to the other side of the room.
Falling asleep on the Prince's bed? Laying down when a prince is in the room?
It all seemed like a foreign language to me. If it was Blossom, she would have politely refused and gotten herself out of the situation. I had tried that, but it didn't seem to work. If it was Buttercup, she would beat the man up and tie him to a pole blindfolded before jumping into bed.
I don't think I could do that either.
So, I did something that Bubbles would do. Removing my coal coloured flats, I crawl onto the bed and softly snuggle into the marshmallow like ocean bedsheets.
I kept my eyes open for a few minutes, watching the Prince take a seat in front of a canvas and pick up a paint brush. Soon enough, my eyes felt once again droopy.
I let them fall shut.
Boomer:
The cool breeze hit me as I wiped the corner of the canvas, some extra paint on it. Pulling away, I glance over the piece of art for any flaws and place my brush down once there was none.
I had to close the window.
Getting up, I dust off my trousers and head over to the window. On my way there, I remember the girl who was sleeping in my bed. I had totally forgotten about her.
Craning my head sideways, my eyes land on the sleeping creature in my bedsheets.
My breath hitches in my throat when I see her skirt slightly lifted higher onto her thigh as she slept peacefully. I gulped, instantly looking away from her, not wanting this to be so awkward.
Walking past her, I shut the window and turn back over to my art space.
"Blossom," A soft voice mumbles out, and I to look at the sleeping girl. She rubbed her cheek as she mumbled other things under her breath, things which I couldn't really understand.
I walk my way over to her, and my eyes fall onto her skirt once again.
Ugh, what a nuisance.
Letting out a sigh, I reach for the hem of her skirt, my fingers brushing against her skin, and pull it down, covering her upper thigh. In response to this, she stirs in her sleep. I watch as a blonde strand of hair falls onto her face, somehow artistically. Her long eyelashes curl over her shut eyes, and faint freckles were on the tip of her nose.
I found myself staring, and instantly pulled away.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I head over to my closet. What was Brick thinking when letting this girl sleep in my room? Did he all of a sudden forget the proper manners between men and women? Letting a young girl sleep in a young man's bedroom, pah! Nonsense.
"I'm fine guys..." She spoke out once again, making me give her a annoyed look. This girl sleep talks to much. Who is she talking to anyways? Blossom? It's almost as weird as the name Bubbles.
Then again...our names are unique as well. I just don't see the point of naming your child 'Bubbles'.
As the room went silent once again, the sudden swing of the door frightened us both. I turn to see Butch walk into the room, loudly may I add. "Boomer-"
The girl on the bed lets out a gasp, jerking up from her slumber.
She looks at me with wide eyes, before seeing my older brother next to me in surprise.
"...What are you doing?" Butch finished off, his eyes trailing from me to the girl.
"It's not what you think," I say quickly, knowing how stupid Butch can be sometimes. The look on his face clearly showed how he thought otherwise, as Bubbles hopped out of the bed and fixed her attire.
"Your Highness!" She squeaked, bowing down quickly.
Butch crossed his arms over his chest, a smug smirk on his face as he watched the girl stumble out of the room. I watched her leave, frowning in disappointment at my brother.
He's got it all wrong again.
"So...does anyone else know about this little relationship with the maid?" He asked, wiggling his brows.
I give him a blank look. "No, because it wasn't anything like that."
"Awe come on Boomer, I know what I saw."
"You saw wrong. Brick told me to let her sleep here so she wouldn't end up falling down the stairs in her sleep. It was nothing like you thought."
Butch blinked at this. "Brick?"
I nodded, swinging my arms over my chest. "So, what are you doing here?"
He shakes his head, before shrugging. "I wanted to ask if you had a pen."
I point over to my shelves of art supplies and give him a curt smile. "You've found the right man."
Blossom:
"A little more to the left,"
I nodded, pressing my hands into my aunts skin as I massaged her feet gently. She let out a loud yawn, and my nose scrunched up slightly at the rather strong perfume she had been wearing this afternoon.
"Ah how time flies, tomorrow is another delivery for a customer." She exclaimed, fixing the cloth over her eyes as she leaned back into the cushions.
"I will tell Buttercup to deliver it." I tell her, and she nods with her face held up high.
"It's at Petes Grove, Mrs. Adalen's place. She ordered three bottles of jam, the fat pig."
I shook my head at my aunt's words, luckily she didn't see due to her eyes being covered. "At least we earn the money,"
"At least we earn the money," She agrees.
I go back to pressing a little harder on her feet, but she didn't seem to mind. Blowing out a strand of hair from my face, I look out the bedroom window in thoughts of what Bubbles was doing right now.
What if she was massaging the Princes feet?
The idea made me gag silently. Bubbles was rather disliked by the youngest Prince of Townsville, I didn't know why on Earth he didn't like her. No one could hate Bubbles, she was as innocent as lilies and as sweet as a fruit. Whatever the reason for the Prince holding a grudge against her was, I hope he would get rid of it too.
What I find annoying is that my little sister is avoiding the topic. This makes me worry even more.
"Did you hear that?" Aunt Sedusa's sharp voice cuts into my thoughts, and I look at her in confusion.
Sure enough, a knock was heard from downstairs. I get off the floor, rubbing my hands against my dirty apron. "I will be right back Aunt," I exclaim, hurrying down the set of stairs. I almost tripped on the third one, but luckily caught the railing on time.
Remember- avoid the third step.
On my way to the door, I wash my hands in the bucket of clean water and continue drying my hands as I reach the door.
"Good afternoon-" I say with a smile as I pull the door open, revealing a person I did not want to see.
I bit back the urge to scream and run away, only standing there in surprise as a big bouquet of flowers was shoved into my arms. "Greetings Miss Blossom!"
"Mr. Vanderwells?"
The man smiled a bright smile, raising the specks up his freckled covered nose and bouncing up and down a little in excitement. "That is me my dear. How are you this fine morning?"
"It's the afternoon sir," I correct, and he blinks in realization.
"Well in that case," He let out a laugh, "This afternoon?"
I offer a half smile, opening the door a bit more to let him in. "Fine thank you, I assume you are well too?"
"Even more after seeing a lovely flower named Blossom," He replied cheesily, as I placed the giant bouquet into a vase on the dinner table. I turned around to face him, wiping the water from the stems of the flowers on my apron. Dexter scanned my up and down, taking in my attire with a awkward smile.
Hopefully it was enough dirty to make him never want to come back.
"I apologize for my rather dirt covered attire Mr. Dexter Vanderwells, you see I wasn't expecting any guests." I say, walking over to the kitchen and looking through the cupboards for any food.
"Oh no, t'is alright. I actually am happy to see you like this," The man replied cheerfully, and I give him a questionable glance. "You looking like a great wife, doing chores and work."
I coughed in awkwardness, avoiding the weird gaze he gave me as he watched me work.
"I appreciate the compliment..."
"You are very welcome Miss."
"Blossom?!" A high pitched squak comes from the stairs, and I turn to see my Aunt coming down to have her green eyes wide at the sight of Mr. Dexter in our kitchen. "Mr. Dexter!"
Dexter offers a polite smile, pressing a kiss onto Sedusa's thin hand as a greeting. In response to this, my aunt giggles and her cheeks tinge pink.
I sigh, shaking my head. Those two should get married instead. Although having Mr. Vanderwells as an uncle is an even creepier thought of being married to him.
"Oh what a delight to have you here! My dear niece Blossom was very upset to have you gone, she missed you greatly."
I almost drop the boiling kettle of tea because of what I heard. Shooting a furrowed brow look at my aunt, she only replies with a mischevious smile as Dexter blushed red.
"Really?"
"Yes Yes, you seem to be the love of her life at the moment."
Love of my life? I'm pretty sure the love of my life is my journal and pen. Not this freckled face weird man who comes to my door every morning.
"That's very nice to hear Mrs. Utonium, I feel grateful to have Miss. Blossom feel the same way about me." The man rambled on, and I had to block out their conversation because I couldn't manage to stand there with a straight face and nod to everything they said.
Please make my sisters come home...
Brick:
The Clipsville Empire had fallen in 535. King Lumpkins had fled his kingdom and found Townsville.
I shut my eyes for a moment, repeating the line three more times.
There. Memorized.
Placing down the scroll, I let out a cool sigh and stretch my arms up in the air. Leaning back in my chair, I look around the room. My neck was slightly cramped, and I made sure to loosen it's stiffness.
After 3 hours of studying, I had already memorized 7 books and 10 scrolls. Not my best record I admit, but it was alright. I was feeling a little tired, rubbing my left eye as I looked over at my bed.
Something familiar caught my eye, and I reach out to grab the velvet cover. The book felt heavy in my hands, and I flipped to the first page. 'To all the lost and curious'
'First impressions are carved into the mind forever. Be very careful with them.'
This book seemed more of an interest to me than all the other work I had been doing today, so I decided to have a break and begin to read it.
I soon couldn't pull myself out of the pages.
I woke up to the smell of paper.
Rubbing one of my eyes, I realized I had fallen asleep during reading. The clock at the corner of the room indicated that it was later than what I thought it would be- past midnight.
Huh, I must have seriously drowsed off.
"Your Highness?" A voice squeaks through the room, almost startling me.
I turn to look at the maid behind me, and I recognize her as Miss. Bubbles.
Closing the book shut, I clean up the papers and work around me, before heading over to my wardrobe to get dressed into more comfortable attire for the night.
The moon shone bright tonight, I could hear an owl howling a tune outside in the distance. I make my way over to my bed, blinking at the dark bedsheets before letting out a sigh and letting myself get wrapped around in them. Miss Bubbles finished up her cleaning, before leaving the room.
Before she left however, I cleared my throat. "Excuse me,"
She turns around to look at me, her crystal eyes glimmering innocently in the darkness as she waited for what I needed to say. "Do you know what time Townsville's library opens tomorrow morning?" I ask her, and she thought about it for a moment.
"My sister goes there a lot, I think I remember her saying that the doors opened at 9:30 in the morning."
I nod, thanking her and she left.
There was something I had to ask that librarian tomorrow.
Buttercup:
I let out a deep breathe before banging the hammer against the piece of wood multiple times, the sound of the nails crying as they were pushed into the wood filled the air as the town slowly woke up.
People walked past, some running over to the baker to get some bread for breakfast and some chasing the milk man for a can of milk. Others simply hurried onto work, all men of course. Only a few women who were tailors or the wives of bakers opened their doors.
I was currently hanging from the rooftop of Townsville's library, hammering in the fallen sign which had been annoying Mr. Cooper for the past few months. I hadn't come over to check it out ever since, he even made some far fetched story about a Prince coming in and telling him that the sign should be fixed.
The old man was loosing it, from the looks of it.
"Almost done there Buttercup?" he called out, coming out of the library to check what was going on.
I nod, wiping a trickle of sweat off my forehead and going back to banging loudly, maybe I'll even wake up the King.
"I still don't understand why you're freaking out about the sign Cooper," I tell him gruffly, "Not like your 'dashing' eldest Prince is going to drop by and judge you for it. You must have been hallucinating," I tell him, and the man stubbornly shakes his white head, tight on his belief.
"I'm afraid you are wrong, I know what I saw. One day you will see," He spoke, before heading back inside with a cup of tea in his hand.
I shake my head, focusing back onto the stupid sign.
Brick:
I held onto the large book as I made my way over to the tiny library, the heat of the morning on my flaming head as the ear ripping sound of hammering caught my hearing. I looked up irritatedly at the person who was on the roof, seeing they were being a ruckus for such a morning.
But at least the sign was being fixed.
"Excuse me," I call out, my voice strained. The fool didn't seem to hear, continuing on with their work.
I call out once again, this time louder which makes them stop. They peek their head from above the tiles and look down at me, and I realize that it wasn't a man whom I was speaking to. The girl blinked, furrowing her brows as she examined me carefully.
"My my- If Cooper is right then-"
"Is the library open?" I ask her, and she scoffs.
"Yes it is, from the sign which reads 'OPEN' on the glass door, I assume you can tell easily." She scoffed, rolling her eyes. I choose to ignore her response, surprised she didn't scream loudly and inform the town about my arrival.
Entering the shop, the little chimes on the doorway introduce me to the old man at the counter.
He glances up, before his eyes widen and he goes pale once again. At one moment I see him drop the book in his hand, and then he disappears under the counter with a big thud.
"Mr. Cooper?!" A female voice calls out in panic, and I turn my head to see a girl approach us from the book shelves, a handful of books in her arms. Her large pink eyes flickered around the room, and her plump mouth fell agape as she stopped to look at me.
"What..." She began, voice soft.
I clear my throat, motioning to her books which fell onto the floor.
"Is going on?" She finished off in a breath, fallen into some deep shock as I furrowed my brows at her.
What an ending, who do you think the girl is?
Apologies for the long wait everyone. I have wrote this such a long time ago, but each time I'd hesitate to post it. Thank you all for the kind comments and support.
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