Townsville High
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Chapter 52 - Till The End of Time
Last Chapter - Bubbles found out that Boomer had been meeting with Doctor Russell behind her back. Blossom panicked about the lack of good colleges in Townsville. Mitch's family's money problems got worse than ever, causing Mitch to plan something risky to get the money they need. Maxine and Brody found out they are having a girl. And Buttercup and Brick worried about what the future will hold for the both of them.
Previously;
It was Boomer.
All colour disappeared from Bubbles' face. She felt like she had just seen a ghost. As she continued to stare at Boomer and Doctor Russell through the window, she felt her mind racing. She was unable to move or speak. Bubbles could feel her eyes watering but blinked them away in a second.
Before she knew it, she was hyperventilating. Her breathing was short and harsh.
Unable to look for another second, Bubbles immediately spun on her heels and ran as fast as she could. She ran right past Maxine, who was making her way out of the examination room, and right out of the door. Maxine's whole face contorted in confusion as she ran out after the blonde.
"Bubbles! Where are you going!?" Maxine yelled as she watched Bubbles run off. "Bubbles!"
The blonde could hear Maxine's confused cries, but she continued to run. She had to get away from the hospital, away from Boomer, away from all of his lies. He had told her that he hadn't seen Doctor Russell, that he had been feeling better, that he didn't need to go to the hospital. And he had went behind her back. He really was hiding something.
And it was big. He was hiding something big.
Bubbles suddenly stopped running once she was out of view from Maxine. Her hand shot over her mouth as she let out a shocked sob. Her head was still spinning, faster than ever, and she couldn't think straight because of it.
Boomer was lying to her.
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Three days later..
Bubbles stared down at the superficial fashion magazine sat down in front of her. The words on the page began to blur until she couldn't understand them anymore. Her mind was deep in thought, listening to Boomer typing away on his phone without a care in the world. She continued to look down at the magazine, refusing to look up, occasionally taking a bite out of her apple. As long as she appeared to be reading, Boomer wouldn't try to disturb her, and that was what she wanted.
She hated him. No, she hated what he did. But she didn't confront him about.
The moment when she saw him in that office, something inside her dulled. Boomer was the one person she trusted more than even her own sisters. And he lied to her. All of those words he said to her, "I'm doing good, everything is better," or "I have no reason to see Russell. Trust me on this." It was all just words.
She couldn't trust him. She wanted to be able to trust him, to not have doubts about him, but he still lied to her. He sat there and told her that everything was okay. So why would he be meeting with Doctor Russell? The same Doctor that he said he didn't need to go see? Bubbles intended to find out before he could tell anymore lies.
For the past three days, she was distant and cold towards him. Boomer, being the guy he is, just assumed she was in a bad mood. He didn't realise that it hit home. Bubbles didn't ask him why he was there, because she wanted to see if he could come clean on his own, she wanted to know if the boy she trusted was still in there. If he didn't tell her himself in the next few days, she was going to end what they had. And nothing would stop her.
"Have you seen Bloss?" Boomer suddenly asked her. Bubbles simply shook her head, keeping her eyes on the magazine, refusing to use her words. "Brick's looking for her. You know Blossom, she'll be in the library studying." He chuckled.
Bubbles tore her eyes away from her daze and glared at Boomer, who was typing away at his phone again. She stared at him for a moment. He was smiling like he didn't have a care in the world. She wanted to slap the smile right off of his face. Boomer didn't get the right to act like everything was status-quo when he was obviously hiding something.
Boomer finished the text he was sending before stuffing his mobile phone into the pocket of his faded blue jeans. He turned to Bubbles and grinned at her, noticing that she was staring. Bubbles quickly turned away from his gaze, cursing herself for giving him her attention.
"I just need to get a book from my locker for next period, wait for me?" Boomer announced. She sent a nod back as he rose to his feet.
Boomer began to walk out of the cafeteria to get his book. The second he was out of sight, Bubbles sat her half-eaten apple down and turned to Boomer's seat. She quickly reached forward and zipped open his school-bag. She didn't even know what she was looking for. Evidence? Something to prove that this wasn't as bad as she was thinking? She wasn't so sure what it was she was hoping to find.
She rummaged through the change of clothing for Gym and the mass of pencils, erasers and pens for Art until realising there wasn't anything that could seem out of the ordinary. Her eyes narrowed in frustration as she withdrew her prying hands from Boomer's bag in defeat.
"What are you doing?" A voice asked curiously from in front of her.
Bubbles froze.
Her enchanting blue eyes traveled up past the skin-tight black jeans and the bold green shirt until she met her sister's gaze. There was a thick silence that neither of the girls seemed willing to break. Buttercup slowly glanced down at the dark blue school bag that she knew belonged to her friend Boomer, not her sister. She looked back up at Bubbles with accusation fueling her expression.
The blonde simply gaped at Buttercup, looking as if she were a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The longer the muteness went on, the more Buttercup's expression grew and her eyes narrowed. Bubbles finally let out a deep breath before running a hand through her loose blonde curls.
"He's lying to me about something." She spoke softly, barely even able to hear herself. Buttercup apparently heard as clear as day because her expression seemed to change drastically from accusatory to confused. She sat down on the opposite seat from Bubbles and leaned forward, pressing both of her elbows on the table.
"You think Boomer is cheating on you?"
Bubbles furrowed her brows at Buttercup's question before shaking her head.
"No. Nothing like that. When I went to the doctors with Maxine a couple of days ago, I was walking over to Doctor Russell's office and I saw Boomer sitting there, talking to him about something."
"What would Doctor R want with Boomer?"
"That's what I was trying to find out."
Bubbles glanced back at the bag in defeat. She wasn't even sure why she thought she could find something linking Boomer to Doctor Russell. He wasn't exactly going to leave something incriminating in his bag for Bubbles to come across. Buttercup stared at the wall of the cafeteria, her eyes dilated in confusion, trying to figure out what her friend could be hiding.
"What did you do? Did you ask him about it?"
Bubbles shook her head. "I just sort of..ran away. I told Maxine that I just couldn't handle being in hospitals anymore since the accident and she dropped it. Buttercup, I'm worried about him. I mean, I'm mad at him for lying to me, but he wouldn't lie unless he had a good reason..right? He wouldn't just lie to me like that?"
The dark-haired girl hid her frown with her hand as she returned her gaze to Bubbles. The desperation was thick in Bubbles' voice. It pained Buttercup to hear her sister panic like that, but she couldn't just feed her false hope. Buttercup wasn't one to see the good in everyone, she followed facts and right now, the facts were pointing to Boomer being a liar with no reason. It seemed too black and white to find a different solution.
"I'm going to be honest," Buttercup muttered slowly. "Boomer never lies. He's like the golden boy. So if he told you a lie, and more than one in this case, then that's not a good thing. He should know better than to lie, no matter what it is that he's hiding. I'd just confront him. If he doesn't tell you what's going on, dump him and move on."
Bubbles swallowed the harsh lump in her throat. Buttercup's words swirled around in her mind, trying to register. She looked down at her hands sat in her lap and let out a small sigh. She knew that it would come to this eventually, but there was still a part of her that wished there was another option. Even Buttercup thinks she should confront him. Maybe it was the only option.
"Head's up. Lying boyfriend coming our way." Buttercup mumbled quietly as she glared towards the door. Boomer was walking over to them with his Math book in hand. Bubbles shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Hey, Buttercup." Boomer greeted as he sat down beside his girlfriend.
Buttercup tilted her head and plastered a fake smile on her face. "Hello, Blue. Are you feeling alright? You look a little pale. Been seeing any doc-"
A swift kick in the leg was enough to shut Buttercup up momentarily. Bubbles sent her sister a warning expression before retracting her leg, hidden by the white cafeteria table. Boomer raised his eyebrow in confusion as he glanced between the sisters whom were acting more odd than usual.
Boomer knew that the Utonium girls were strange, but this was off.
"Um..I'm good. Just not feeling my best, I guess." Boomer said convincingly, although neither girls seemed very convinced.
Buttercup nodded absentmindedly at Boomer, all the while thinking about what he could be keeping from her dear sister. She couldn't wrap her head around it. He was sweet little Boomer Jojo, the boy with the morals and the most honest out of the Jojo brothers. What could be so bad that he would be lying to everyone he loved?
All that Buttercup knew was that if Bubbles didn't confront Boomer some time soon, then she was going to do it for her.
Blossom's POV
Usually I enjoy listening to my Math teacher going on and on about subjects that I already know, but today was different. I couldn't concentrate. No matter how hard I tried to listen, I continued to zone out and let my thoughts take over. Even Brick was paying more attention than I was. He usually sleeps during Math. It astounded me how much I couldn't just let go of all my doubts.
Buttercup is playing it cool. She just looks at me and says, "We'll deal with all this crap after graduation," It's almost like she doesn't notice how drastically things are going to change on that day. She just assumes that everything will work out. She doesn't think about the consequences. She doesn't seem to care. But I can't think like that. It's just not an option for me.
My sisters are strong, they can get through the rejection for the college's that they apply to and the jobs that they interview for. But if I get so much as one rejection, I'll never be able to get over it. You'd think that after my no-one-shall-talk-about-it eating disorder, then I could get over something so pedestrian as musing over college's.
That's the problem. I've always had one perfect college in mind; Bridgewood Florida State University. It is one of the best college's that I could ever dream of being in. My life would literally be set after attending such an amazing place. The only problem? As the name suggests, it is in Bridgewood, Florida. That's half-way across the world.
Then I realised the absolute shortage of college's in Townsville or even near Townsville. Nothing to challenge my mind, nothing with suitable academics and there is also the fact that most of them are..dare I say it, party-schools. How can I honestly apply to one of those schools?
I could feel someone's gaze burning into the side of my face and looked from the corner of my eye. Brick, whom was sat beside me as usual, was staring at me with an amused look on his face. I mirrored his expression, raising my brow and smiling. He always looked so painfully adorable when he stared at me. He says that it is intriguing to watch me think. He must get tired of it, I do think a lot.
"What?"
Brick shrugged with his devil-may-care grin on his face. "It's just..this is the first time I've ever seen you so dazed during class. You weren't paying any attention," He leaned forward with a handsome smirk tugging at his lips. "Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?"
I let out a mix between a scoff and a laugh. After taking a glance towards our teacher, I turned back to Brick, knowing that we were in the clear to converse. He watched me silently. His eyes were darting between mine playfully.
"I have a lot on my mind," I finally spoke in a hushed voice. "I was up all night reading over colleges again," He pouted his lips, giving me a look to convey my foolishness. "Don't look at me like that. You know that I'm stressed out about this!"
As my voice rose, our teacher shot me a warning glance. I sighed and turned away from Brick to avoid getting into any trouble. But I could tell that this wasn't the end of the conversation. He continued to watch me with an unreadable look on his face. Eventually, the teacher turned back to the rest of the class and Brick resumed talking.
"Yeah, and that's exactly why you should stop reading those brochure things. Stressing out before exams is never a good sign."
I tensed in my seat. For just a moment I had forgotten about exams. Not that I worry about them, they'll be a piece of cake to pass. But I know for a fact that not all of us are going to pass our exams. Some of us will fail and either have to redo the final school year, or leave and have a very hard time getting a job.
"I'm not worried," I spoke softly. "Exams are the least of my worries. What scares me is how easy all of this is for you. Aren't you the least bit stressed about this? I mean, you haven't even mentioned what college you are applying to."
Brick instantly looked away from me. I watched him carefully, every little awkward movement that he made. It was easy to read Brick, he was always an open book around me. He obviously hasn't been thinking about it. Maybe that's why he's so eager for me to take a break, because if I'm stressing about all of this, it makes him think about it and he doesn't want to think.
"We've been faced with problems worse than this and it always works out." Brick's gaze finally returned to mine.
My expression softened a little. Brick did have a point there. All of us have been through so much, all of the drama, heartbreak's, secrets and just everything that you would expect a teenager to go through, and we're all still standing. I guess as long as we're all still standing by graduation, then it'll be alright. But some part of me thinks that we won't all make it. Some small, insignificant part of me thinks that something bad is going to happen. But that's just me being paranoid.
"You're right, Brick." I admitted.
As I turned back towards the teacher, Brick's gaze continued to burn. He could sense the reluctance in my face. I could feel his hand slip into mine underneath the table, squeezing it in a comforting fashion. I turned back to look at him instantly, glancing down at our hands intertwined.
"Everything will work out." His voice wavered slightly.
Brick's left eye twitched.
My eyes narrowed.
Maybe I wasn't the only one who felt some sort of stress about this. I mean, Brick really is the one person other than Buttercup that has no plans for the future. He hasn't expressed any desire to become someone, but the rest of us have. Brick has never needed to worry about this because he always says, "It's ages away. We have tons of time." But now we honestly don't. Exams and graduation, they're just around the corner, and time is running out for all of us.
"I'm sure it will." I nodded towards Brick, squeezing his hand back.
For everyone's sake, I just hope that Brick is right. Because something tells me that this is only the beginning.
Normal POV
"Two coffee's, coming right up. Sorry for the wait." Mitch said absentmindedly to the old couple sat near the back. He stuck his pencil behind his ear and stalked away back to the counter. He raised his hand to his forehead to brush away the beads of sweat forming. He had never been so stressed before.
The Cove was very under-staffed this morning, with just him and his latest conquest Hailey working. He had been called up by his boss Chuck for an extra shift thanks to two of the regular staff calling in sick. Mitch didn't care if he had to miss school that morning considering he needed all the money he could get.
School was over for the day anyway, so he was expecting Buttercup to show up for some moral support. She had came after school for the past three days because it was the only time they could somewhat hang out. She continued to grill him on why he was working constantly, but Mitch didn't want to bore his best friend with the tale of the famous Mitchelson's money problems.
Mitch quickly headed behind the bar and snatched up two white coffee mugs from the shelf before setting them down beside the coffee machine. He glanced over at Hailey, who was bouncing around the cafe taking orders. He had taken her out on a date four days earlier and ever since then, she hardly gave him a moment to himself.
He rolled his eyes at the thought. That was all he needed. Hailey seemed to be the clingy type. She obviously craved attention and felt as though she deserved it because of how enchantingly beautiful she was. Mitch hated those types of girls. He craved a real, fascinating, wonderful, sweet girl. Someone who doesn't need the attention of men to feel good about themselves.
Mitch hit the big, bold red button on the coffee machine. He held the first cup under, letting it fill with the burning hot liquid. After a couple of seconds, he pulled it back out and set it down on the side before doing the same to the second cup.
He suddenly heard the familiar ding of the bell above the cafe door and turned his attention over to people walking in. A grin took over his lips as four familiar teenagers walked in. Buttercup was the first to take his notice. She smirked at him and began to stalk forward.
"We missed you at school, Mitchelson. Is working at this place more important than spending some quality time with your friends, huh?" She teased as Butch joined her side, smiling at Mitch.
"You know that nothing's more important to me than you are, Lovely." Mitch replied.
He took both cups of coffee in his hands. He walked straight past his best friend and her boyfriend and walked over to the sweet old couple sat by the back. He put the cups down in front of them and walked away, not even waiting to hear them thank him. He strolled back over to his friends and gave Buttercup a hug.
"You do know that you are wearing that apron wrong, right?" A sweet voice asked.
Mitch turned his attention to Maxine, who was sporting her usual cheeky smile. A chuckle escaped from Brody's mouth, whom was standing beside Maxine. He took one look at Mitch's apron and couldn't contain his laugher. Mitch was never really sure how to put an apron on, so he decided to tie it around his neck and let the apron hang down his back.
Apparently, Hailey and his boss, Chuck, found it too hilarious to point out. Mitch turned his head to look at his apron which he was wearing like a cape, and furrowed his brows. He instantly un-tied it from his neck and passed it right to the pregnant girl standing in front of him.
"Fine. You show me how to put this stupid thing on properly then."
Maxine rolled her coffee coloured brown eyes before taking a step towards Mitch. She took the loop on the apron and pushed it over Mitch's head. She then leaned down to grab the two tie-strings that were falling loosely and wrapped her arms around Mitch's waist in order to tie it. Mitch instantly tensed at the feeling of Maxine's arms snaked around his waist. Maxine Slater's arms around him, that was only something he had once dreamed about, and also once experienced.
"There! See, you tie it behind your back, not around your neck," Maxine said as she pulled away from him. "And I thought I was an idiot." She muttered, causing Buttercup and Butch to stifle a chuckle.
Mitch pouted playfully at Maxine's comment and looked down at the apron. He smoothed it out with both hands before looking back up at the brunette.
"Well, I personally think it looked cooler as a cape," Mitch said with his hands on his hips. "Now I just look like a..waiter."
"And what look where you going for exactly? Superman?"
Everyone excluding Mitch and Maxine laughed, including one of the customers sat closest to them. Mitch sent his friends a warning glance before walking away and returning behind the bar. He watched as Buttercup, Butch and Brody began to walk over to the only available table near the middle of the café.
Maxine slyly stole a delicious looking - even more so to a pregnant girl - chocolate bar in the basket on the counter. She turned to Mitch and waved it in his face.
"I'm taking this. Call it a thanks for helping you with your apron dilemma." Maxine smirked at him before turning around and strolling over to the table where her friends were sat, her small heeled boots clicking along the hardwood floor. Mitch couldn't help but chuckle at Maxine's childless. He wondered if there really was anyone worse suited to be a mother. Even the kid would act more grown up than she does.
Over at the table, Buttercup sat down beside Butch, while Brody at Maxine sat opposite from them. Buttercup sat back in her seat, glancing over at Mitch, who was running his hands through his hair in a stressed manner. She frowned uncontrollably at the thought of her best friend being so stressed. She began to wonder why this job was so important and why he would skip school when they are so close to graduating just to pick up an extra shift.
"You okay?" A voice suddenly pulled Buttercup out of her trance.
Buttercup turned to look at Butch, who was staring at her with a curious shine in his deep green eyes. She nodded reassuringly and sent a smile his way. She turned to look at the other couple in front of them and realised how easily a trip to see Mitch had turned into a double-date.
Just as Maxine was about to fuel her chocolate craving, Brody stopped her.
Maxine frowned as her mouth-watering chocolate bar was snatched out of her hand by Brody. She glared at him with narrow, unblinking eyes. Her stomach began to growl in protest as she began already missing the smooth and sweet chocolate that she had been craving all day long.
"Hey, what gives!?" Maxine demanded loudly. Brody made a mental note that her hormones were getting worse. He shook his head at Maxine as he began waving the delicious chocolate bar in her face.
"Chocolate? Not good for the baby."
"Who are you? Doctor Russell!?" The pregnant brunette exclaimed.
A soft smile tugged at Brody's lips. "No, but I've been reading up online. You should be eating fruit and vegetables. I'll go get you some."
"Nope. Nu-uh. No way. I want chocolate." She said stubbornly before reaching forward to grab her chocolate bar back. Brody raised his hand up in the air so that Maxine could not reach it. She pouted at him, flashing him her cute puppy-gog eyes. Usually, Brody could never say no to that cute little face she made, but he wasn't backing down this time.
"You need to be eating healthy."
"Actually, what I need to be doing is eating that chocolate bar."
They stared each other down, waiting for the other to blink.
Butch and Buttercup watched in amusement as their friends bickered like an old married couple. They were silently placing bets on who would come out victorious, coincidentally, both bets were for Maxine. After a thick silence, Maxine let out a sigh of defeat and rose out of her seat.
"Whatever. I feel sick anyway. You know, whoever called it 'Morning sickness,' was a very misleading person." Maxine mumbled before heading towards the bathroom.
Just as she was about to push through the door to the bathroom, she glanced Mitch's way. What she saw shocked her to the core. It looked as if he was working the cash register, but that wasn't all he was doing. Maxine watched with furrowed brows at Mitch slyly stuffed a somewhat large amount of cash into the pocket of his skinny black jeans.
Before he could catch her watching, Maxine quickly ran into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and let out the breath she had been holding in. Her eyes widened in surprise at what she had just witnessed. She did find it odd that Mitch was so dedicated to this job after a week, but what was she supposed to think about this?
Mitch was playing a risky game in order to protect his family, but just how far was he willing to go?
Later that night, Blossom was sat in her bedroom, musing over all of options.
She crossed her legs and rested her chin on top of her right hand, her left hand typing on her small pink laptop. Her eyes scanned the screen as she began reading through all of the possible college's she could attend. There was not many in Townsville, but she still had a couple of decent options.
Blossom's lips pursed as she skimmed through all of the names, her eyes focused on the screen.
The first one that she considered was Townsville Institute University. It was a half an hour drive from her house and seemed to be the best of the latter. There was a wide science program and plenty of opportunities for her learn more about teaching. But no matter how good it sounded, the reviews put her off.
Each one she read about got worse and worse. None of these schools were Bridgewood Florida State University, her dream school since she was six years old. John always told her that he would sell his soul to get her into that college. It was perfect for Blossom, but it was half-way across the world.
Where she would love to attend that school, she couldn't leave everyone behind. All of her sisters, friends and her boyfriend would still be in Townsville, and she didn't want to have to leave them all behind. It just wasn't an option for Blossom.
Blossom sighed and shut her laptop violently in frustration. She ran both hands through her long, silky red hair. A frown crossed her lips as she lay back on her head-board, pictures of her dream school flashing through her mind.
"Stupid college. Stupid Townsville. Stupid graduation." Blossom muttered over and over.
She rose to her feet and abandoned her laptop, deciding to go talk to Bubbles and forget all of her problems for at least a couple of minutes. She began to walk towards the door whilst smoothing out the wrinkles on her knee-high, floral print red dress.
Her shoes clicked as she made her way down the stairs, rubbing her aching temples with both hands.
Before going into the living room, Blossom took a detour into the kitchen. She wandered towards the fridge to grab a chilled bottle of water. She instantly took a rather large gulp from the bottle before taking a long calming breath. All of this reading was seriously messing with her head. She was sweating and stressing, and she was getting sick of it.
After closing the fridge, Blossom strolled silently into the living room. She looked up and noticed Bubbles sitting on the couch, with her own laptop sitting in front of her on the oak brown table. Bubbles' blue eyes were lit up like christmas lights and there was a contagious grin on her face. Blossom fell intrigued, wondering what got Bubbles so happy this particular day.
"Hey, Bubbles. What are you doing?" Blossom asked casually as she walked towards her sister. She quickly took a seat on the fancy red arm chair beside the fire-place, watching as Bubbles finally tore her eyes away from her laptop, fully aware of her sister's presence, and sent a greeting smile her way.
"Bloss, I have amazing news! Like, really amazing news!"
The red-head laughed at Bubbles' enthusiasm. She had never seen Bubbles looking so excited. Blossom raised her eyebrow in curiousity as she watched the blonde's smile turn into a full blow, ear-to-ear grin.
"Yeah?"
"I just applied to one of the best Performing Arts college's in the freeking world! It's honestly perfect for me. It has the most amazing dance program!" Bubbles squealed, practically jumping in excitement.
Blossom blinked.
Was this really happening? Blossom slyly tried to pinch herself in the arm to make sure that she was awake. The sting of the pinch was enough to assure her that this was as real as day. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to look as happy for her sister as she could, but failing miserably.
"Wow," Blossom muttered. "You um..you applied to a college?"
Bubbles beamed. "I sure did!"
Blossom's heart sank in her chest. For the first time in a long time, she felt genuine jealousy towards her small blonde sister. Just thinking about it made Blossom feel silly. She shouldn't be jealous of Bubbles for applying to a college, it was what they should all be doing right now, those who wanted to go anyway. Nevertheless, Blossom couldn't help but feel envious.
"But wait," A thought suddenly occurred to the red-head. "I've been reading up for days, and I haven't seen any amazing Performing Arts colleges in Townsville. In fact, there is only one, and it's awful." Blossom said bluntly before taking another drink from her water bottle.
Bubbles began to chew her bottom lip nervously. "Yeah..that's because it's in New York."
"W-What!?" Blossom exclaimed after spitting the water she was drinking out, all over the expensive carpet. She stared at Bubbles with wide, unblinking eyes. Time seemed to stop as Blossom stared off into space, a million emotions running through her mind.
The thought of leaving Bubbles to go to her dream school in Florida was heartbreaking, but the thought of Bubbles leaving her to go off the New York for the better part of three years was enough to render Blossom catastrophic. She came close to dropping her bottle of water, but managed to collect herself before she could.
"I know, I know, it's a huge move. But the college is fantastic, Bloss. It's everything I dreamed as a kid. It's..It just feels right." Bubbles said softly, frowning as Blossom refused to meet her gaze.
It was no secret that Blossom and Bubbles had a better friendship than either did with Buttercup, they trusted each other with everything. They had always planned as kids that they would go to the same college and always live together. But they were just naive little kids back then. They both had to grow up and move on, apparently Blossom was having trouble dealing with it all.
Blossom swallowed the lump in her throat and turned to look at Bubbles once more. She let out a shaky breath.
"If you really think that this is the best thing for you, then you should go for it."
Although the sentiment sounded sincere, Bubbles could tell that Blossom had to force the words. Of course she didn't want Bubbles to go to New York, it was insanity. Blossom didn't worry that she couldn't do this, Bubbles had grown up so much the past year, and she could handle life in the big city on her own, but that didn't mean that Blossom wouldn't miss having her around.
"Bloss..you know that I don't want to leave you. I just..I need to leave. Townsville will always be home to us but we can't stay here forever. We all need to grow up. Graduation is just around the corner and if we don't start taking this seriously, then what's the point? Look, I just want you to know that if I could, I would stay here for the rest of my days, but I just can't."
Blossom closed her eyes tightly, trying to remember how to breathe.
"I love you, Blossy." Bubbles smiled brightly.
The red-head rose from her seat and began walking towards the door without saying a single word. Bubbles furrowed her brows and watched her sister go with a glum look on her face. She watched and watched as Blossom calmly walked up the stairs and disappeared.
Bubbles looked down towards the ground and frowned. She didn't think that this would be such a big deal. Bubbles thought that Blossom would be happy for her, and that she would be going off to college somewhere else too. She didn't realise that it would hurt her this much.
Blossom had realised that she was right before, this was just the beginning..
Music blasted through Buttercup ears. She listened with a bored expression on her face as a hard tune played through her earphones. She was counting how many songs had went by since she had been stood there, waiting, waiting, waiting.
Ignoring the harsh sting on the rain on her hands, Buttercup once again checked her phone for messages. She rolled her eyes before stuffing it back into the almost empty pocket of Butch's leather jacket draped around her shoulders. She shoved her hands back into the pocket of her black jeans, shielding them from the rain.
Butch was late.
He was supposed to meet her at the skatepark eighteen minutes before. It wasn't a date or anything, but he was the one that suggested that they meet up and spend some time together. He was the one that planned it, yet he was the one that was late.
Eighteen minutes late to be exact. Five minutes, Buttercup could deal with. But eighteen? Now she was pissed. Buttercup sighed in frustration as she dug out her phone again. She knew that it had only been around twenty seconds since last checking but she was officially getting annoyed by Butch's tardiness.
Buttercup never liked to be kept waiting. It frustrated her to no end. Eventually, she decided that constantly checking her phone was just a fruitless attempt. She crossed her arms and looked around the abandoned skate park.
Then the rain hit.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Buttercup muttered as the rain hit her. She pulled the leather jacket she was wearing tighter around her body, lifting her shoulders up and letting her chin hit her chest.
She lifted her head back up and flipped her hair around, pushing it back with her hand so that it was all gathered to one side. Her eyes instantly narrowed as a dark figure appeared in her line of sight. It was dark, only the street lights clearing her view, but she could still make out Butch's facial features.
The second that Buttercup's jade green eyes laid on Butch, she felt herself smile uncontrollably. There was something about this one boy that could just make her smile upon command. She immediately forgot all about being mad seconds earlier and simply watched him approach her.
Buttercup cursed herself for letting her anger disappear so easily. Butch really was a bad influence on her personality.
She looked him up and down, from the midnight pea coat jacket with the green muscle shirt hidden underneath to the sleek black jeans and eye catching green boots. For some reason, he was dressed up more than usual. On any given day he would present himself in a leather jacket and casual jeans and sneakers.
Buttercup's mind raced on the possibilities of why Butch Jojo of all people was dressed more formally. She felt her breath hitch uncomfortably as one single thought crossed her mind. Perhaps he had a meeting with someone. Something to do with what was going to go down after graduation. Butch was one of the few that had not expressed his desire to a particular field.
She took a step towards him, her smile faltering but still showing clear. Butch broke out in a smile of his own as he approached her with an odd spring in his step. She instinctively stood as still as a statue, waiting for Butch to come to her, not the other way around.
"I'm late, I know. Please don't stab me with a blunt pencil." Butch said melodramatically with a wicked smirk on his face. He liked to joke about the fact that on one occasion, Buttercup did actually intend to stab him in the hand with a blunt pencil. Moral of the story; Don't call Buttercup Utonium cute. She will retaliate.
Buttercup crossed her arms. "Luckily for you, I don't have any pencils on me. You'll just have to make it up to me."
"And how, pray tell, will I make it up to you?"
"I'll think of something." She smirked devious before stepping more into the light. Her and Butch were suddenly inches apart, only a sliver of daylight between them. Buttercup felt the thick droplets of rain fall carelessly onto her, damping her soft raven-black hair.
The rain reminded her of Butch. How he stood before her and told her that he loved her. She didn't find it real at first, but then it all seemed far too real to pass of as a dream. He had this strange power of Buttercup. He made her eyes burn in a good way.
Now, whenever she stood in the rain, she thought of him and that day..
Flashback; - Chapter 43 - Off The Rails.
"Go on then," She drawled with a grin. "What do you want to tell me, Butchy boy?"
Butch grinned back at her and stood before her, a sparkle in his eyes that Buttercup had never seen before. He took a long breath and nodded, more to encourage himself to say what he wanted to say to her. Their eyes locked on each other's and it felt as though a spark had struck them right there.
"Buttercup," Butch laughed. "I really freaking love you." Buttercup took a step back with wide eyes. She tilted her head and her eyes locked with his. This didn't feel real. None of it. She couldn't even feel the rain anymore, it just seemed not important.
"You..what?"
"I really freaking love you," He repeated. "I joke about it all the time but I mean it, I love you. It's different and it's pretty messed up, but I do." He laughed again. Buttercup was about to smack him for laughing at such an important and intimate moment, but she didn't. She couldn't move a single muscle.
"With you, I'm off the rails, and it's amazing." Buttercup's face furrowed. It was no surprise that Butch was 'off the rails' around her, he changed for her, completely. He changed his whole direction. He wasn't himself, he was better, he was a man. He was the hero that got the girl, as Bubbles once said.
"You really love me?" Buttercup asked in shock. "No one's ever said that to me before."
Buttercup went her whole life without love, real love anyway. No one had said those three little words to her, then again neither did Butch, but he said it in his own way.
"Well I'm saying it now." Butch said with a grin. The rain made his spiky hair die down, and fall into a black mess on top of his head. His face and clothes were soaked but he still held her in his arms like he did when they were warm and dry back in her room. The rain didn't affect him, this moment was too special to ruin.
Buttercup didn't know what to say, but she noticed that a smile had creeped onto her face, and that did the talking for her.
"You love me too right?" Butch said with a raised eyebrow and a grin on his face, he wasn't worried at all, he already knew her answer.
Buttercup laughed and relaxed in his arms, bringing her lips to his. They kissed with so much affection that Buttercup felt like she was floating. The kiss knocked everything out of Buttercup. She was stunned by how passionate yet sweet it was.
"I guess you were wrong," Butch whispered against her cold lips. "You do believe in love after all."
Buttercup rolled her eyes and smirked. "Maybe I do."
...
She never imagined falling in love and the feeling of wanting to be with someone for as long as possible, but she always wanted to feel like that. She chased that wonder and excitement until she came to Butch and he made her feel things that she never thought possible.
Buttercup met Butch's eyes as she pulled herself from her daze. He smiled warmly at her before slyly slipping his arms around her small waist, shredding their small distance from each other. Buttercup instinctively snaked her arms loosely around his neck and relaxed in his arms.
"So, why did you want us to meet here?" She asked curiously, once more giving his outfit a secondary glance.
"Do I need a reason to spend time with my girlfriend?"
"Yes." Buttercup laughed, lacking any amusement.
"I just wanted to do this." Butch said in his husky tone before leaning forward and hovering over her cold lips.
He took no time in pressing their lips together and pulling her into a passionate kiss. She could feel Butch's lips curving into a smile. Buttercup gave in and tightened her hold around his neck, dragging him into her as much as humanly possible. She titled her head to the side and deepened the kiss more if it were even possible.
Buttercup was suddenly reminded of their first real kiss. It was much like this, it was passionate and demanding and dramatic. During that kiss, whenever their bodies left, they would pull each other back in. Whenever their lips left each other's, they would ache. To be honest, most of their kisses where like this. They were never really sweet and soft like when their siblings kissed, they were more fierce, like they needed it. Like they couldn't breath without the urgency of it all.
They were creatures of battle. Butch and Buttercup couldn't be like their siblings. They couldn't act all cute with each other and scream "I love you," from the rooftops and cuddle each other during movie nights. It just wasn't in their nature. They were like animals, always itching to find fault and a reason to get into intense fights. It's just who they were.
Buttercup broke the fiery kiss, but her face didn't move. She stared deep into Butch's eyes, those eyes that made her own burn in desire, and just watched him. She could hear the music still playing through her earphone. She only had one in, but it was loud enough to distract her from her thoughts.
A particular song came on that always reminded Buttercup of Butch somehow. It was such an emotional song that managed to get Buttercup every time, which was hard to achieve. She listened to it silently while watching Butch, his lips still hovering over hers, pulling her in for another kiss.
Blue jeans, White shirt.
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn.
It was like James Dean, for sure.
You so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer.
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop.
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know,
That love is mean, and love hurts,
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby.
I will love you till the end of time,
I would wait a million years.
Promise you'll remember that you're mine.
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more,
Than those bitches before.
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember.
I will love you till the end of time.
Big dreams, gangsters.
Said I had to leave to start my life over.
You was like, "no please, stay here,"
We don't need no money, we can make it all work.
But I headed out on Sunday, said I'd come home Monday.
You stayed up waitin', anticipatin' and pacin' but I was,
Chasing paper.
"Caught up in the game" that was the last you heard.
I will love you till the end of time,
I would wait a million years.
Promise you'll remember that you're mine.
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more,
Than those bitches before.
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember.
I will love you till the end of time.
Will love you till the end of time,
I would wait a million years.
Promise you'll remember that your mine.
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more,
Than those bitches before.
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember.
I will love you till the end of time.
Buttercup tore away from Butch's lips after what seemed like forever. She removed her arms from around his neck and began to walk towards the bench sitting nearby. Butch followed her, a calm smile tugging at his lips. Buttercup took a seat on the bench, watching as Butch sat down next to her.
"So, why were you so late?" Buttercup asked curiously.
Butch blinked. "I just lost track of time."
"Oh. Well I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Go ahead."
"We should have a party." Buttercup announced melodramatically.
Butch raised his eyebrow and stifled a chuckle. "You say that every week."
"No, seriously. We're all going to have to say our goodbyes at some point, right? Most of us will be going off to college and we won't have time to hang out anymore, so instead of having an emotional, pathetic goodbye after graduation, we should do it at a massive party. You know, going out in style? Come on, it'll be wicked!"
The dark-haired boy grinned at his girlfriend.
"Sure. That actually sounds awesome."
Buttercup beamed happily. She always did love a good party. It had recently occurred to Buttercup that soon everyone was going to be going off and living their lives, so what better than a massive good-bye party? It just seemed better than waiting until graduation, and everyone sitting crying about how things wouldn't be the same. The thought sickened Buttercup.
"You can be very smart when you want to be." Butch said with a smirk.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment."
Butch chuckled. "Good."
He leaned forward and wrapped his arm around her. Buttercup leaned into him, no longer caring about the rain that continued to fall around them. She raised her head up and looked at Butch. She missed the closeness, that same closeness that they could only find when on their own. Whenever they were with their siblings and friends, they acted so differently than they did when they were alone.
But neither seemed to mind. It just made their time alone more special.
"I love you, Butch." Buttercup said boldly as she caught Butch's eye.
He seemed shocked that she had just told him that she loved him without adding the word "Idiot," at the end. Nevertheless, Butch grinned and leaned forward, his free hand brushing the wet black strands from her face. He leaned forward, his lips so close to touching her own.
"I love you too." He said softly before kissing her twice on the lips.
Buttercup leaned back into him, letting her head fall onto the crook of his neck. She wondered what the future would hold for them, if their relationship would even make it past the year. But as of now, she didn't want to think like that. She just wanted to enjoy what little time they had left as teenagers.
"So..about this party..you're gonna have to talk Brick into letting us throw it at your house, because there is no way it's all going down in my house." Buttercup demanded.
Butch chuckled.
Hello guys! Sorry if it seems a little rushed, I wanted to get it up today because I have a busy couple of days ahead of me haha! I hope you liked it! Please drop a review and tell me what you thought. Thank-you all for reading :)
The song is by Bastille (Originally by Lana Del Rey) Check it out! It's one of the best songs ever.
Next Chapter - Bubbles plans to confront Boomer about his deceit. Butch and Buttercup begin planning a massive final party for the gang before everyone has to deal with exams. Maxine reaches out to Mitch after confronting him about him stealing from The Cove. And Blossom's stress grows.
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Allie
