The Start to a Weekend

Bubbles

A Sunday is all I look forward to these days. It's one of those unofficial off days you can always count on. Especially with company.

It's Friday, I've awakened hours before my alarm, yet again; I shift to my nightstand, oak and hand carved by my father himself, and glance at the bright neon colors glowing in the dark right above it. 5:30. This is where all of the rich people supposedly get a head start on this world. My conscious can get so negative, I'm not sure of the last time I've slept in.

I prop myself up and close my eyes, and begin listening. Practicing stillness enhances my moods especially in the mornings. I spend minutes doing this and open my eyes, only to reveal I'm hovering mid air. I didn't even notice I was levitating. Usually I'd feel weight on my shoulders, and heavy, especially when exerting that much energy. This is new.

I feel strong. Not that I'm complaining, perhaps it has something to do with my age. I plop down on the hardwood floor, and begin making my way to the bathroom. The hallways are cold and dark, and so mute in this hour. I begin floating again after creaking a few times; Blossom is the lightest sleeper of all time. She'd be ecstatic if I were up this early. She'd drill it in my head for weeks expecting this, when waking up can be fairly inconsistent.

I zip into the bathroom and begin running water. Father had a bigger tub built for all of us so we didn't feel the need to use the hot tub outdoors, especially since my sisters and I have gained a lot of traction on social media. My sisters and I would just fly to a nearby spring if we really wanted to, to ensure such privacy. We don't even use the pool here. I drop rose petals that I collected from our garden yesterday morning, epsom salt, a bath bomb, and some sweet oil. I float towards the tub and press the corresponding hidden tile on the wall that is hidden as a button. A television slides out of the wall towards the front and immediately begins playing animal documentaries, right where I left off.

I slide my satin sleep gown off of my shoulders, and let the sky blue gown flow right onto the floor. I kick the dress into the hamper, and begin levitating. Slowly and carefully, I plop myself into the now steamy and fragrant bath, listening to the documentary and closing my eyes. Before I know it, I'm thinking about my days ahead, and what I'll be doing on Sunday.

I look forward to Sunday because I have no responsibilities. I get to roam around and do what I'd like, make memories, and spend quality time with my sisters rather than just seeing them as a nuisance, because I'd rather celebrate. Maybe simply I'm naive, but I'd rather go see things with my sisters, experience landmarks and nature, go sight seeing and vacationing. Instead, we're still stuck in the country.

I should elaborate. What do my sisters and I do for a living? Well, we're class S hero's, under the American government's eyes. This means we get paid a boat load for protecting A-list celebrities, government officials, or we go on classified crusades either rescuing spies and assassins caught outside of the American government's land, therefore, imprisoned or tortured for information with no way out. It truly depends, though we're immortal, and we stop aging at a certain point.

We started off in a lab, my father's lab. He was a professor, and now a retired novelist and award winning scientist. A single father looking to create his offspring, it simply took a turn for the best. He raised us and spoiled us well, letting us fight crime in the small city we originally grew up in.

Now, we live in Montana, secluded and surrounded by land, wildlife, and mountains. My sisters and I agreed to move out, so father could redirect his consistent worrying around our adult lives. We understand, too, he's just too concerned at times, as if he doesn't know we're immortal.

Blossom is our fearless leader. Eyes pink in demise, she's always up for a challenge. Her hair has grown so much over the last few years, and she started wearing it down since we moved out. Her hair falls all the way to her feet. She's almost always floating so she doesn't step on her hair anymore, but she's still as assertive as ever. She always took her job seriously, and did it best, encouraging Buttercup and I to follow foot.

Buttercup is a the strongest of all of us, her endurance and willpower to keep going can get concerning to say the least. She's taken questionable fights and has always come out on top. Her eyes are emerald green, translucent, soft. She's the mean one, the one who you need to watch out for. She has a huge fan following, as she's almost unreachable anywhere else. Her jet black hair was always to her neck, but now it stretches back to her thighs. She rarely wears her hair down, but she does love rocking pigtails.

Me? I'm unsure where I fall between my sisters. I could say I'm fast, agile, quiet. There's not much to it, we're all capable of unmeasurable strength, and we're the fastest beings to inhabit this planet. I have blonde hair, always have. I outgrew the pigtails that my fans loved when I was a child. I wear it down for the most part now, it almost reaches the floor. You can guess that I have sky blue eyes, the lightest of blues I might add.

Our relationship? We're inseparable. I love my sisters, and I love living with them. The home that we bought was completely paid for by the government in hopes of apologizing to Blossom with how the last president man-handled her. We took a two week vacation and publicized it, letting the world know America was unprotected. It only took seconds for POTUS to contact Blossom. That mistake only cost them a little under a trillion. So much land, privacy, and a huge home suitable enough for an entire military squad, aided to our little perfect worlds. Blossom lives on the north side of our mansion, while Buttercup has the entire third floor to herself. I live on south side of our mansion, I get to have the second floor as well. Three kitchens, with our corresponding colors and themes, and an entire garden out back. There is more than enough space when I want my privacy, as spending all of this time with my sisters can get dangerous.

After my bath, I change into a navy blue suit, with suit pants and black stiletto heels, and a white silk lace top to go underneath my suit jacket. My makeup is usually fairly simple, just a touch up on the brows and lips. Today, I'm deciding to go with a high pony tail, so this way when I'm walking around in my heels, they barely hit the floor. You don't want that, especially with a platinum blonde, close to a white. Who knows how dirty the floor is! I go into my office to grab my iPad, and float towards the kitchen.

"Good morning madam X." The soft voice of the maid threw me off as I floated in checking my emails and tasks to do for today. I look up and Esmeralda, the maid I hired when I initially moved in. She was jobless, and new to America. I gave her medical attention when I first found her about 10 miles away from our home, her screeching cries of pain made all of the surrounding wildlife flee. She indeed got my attention, and I zapped to her aid in a millisecond. She was all alone, and was willing to do anything to keep me from taking her to a hospital at the time. I decided to take care of her, and give her a job here. The thing I absolutely love about her is her love of nature, and willingness to discover the unknown. That's why I found her so stretched out, she could've died out there, especially as soon as it turned to dusk.

My eyes dart to her, her sun kissed skin and her flushed face is so pure, so human. A smile creeps on my face, "How is your morning," I ask her in a peppy tune.

"It's great, I hiked this morning and got to see the beautiful sun rise just before I got here. Can I interest you in any breakfast, dear?" She quirks her head at me, and smiles again. She has hazel eyes, and her air is short and pixie cut. She's like a fairy, as she's smaller than all of my sisters, and still has the most energy.

"Sure," I answered, forgetting she asked me about breakfast, "I'll take some eggs on toast." She nods off and slips into the kitchen. I continue to float towards the main living room. The living room near the main entrance is where we all meet for about an hour for work, and then take off shortly after. The living room is contemporary, green with color and nature, thanks to Buttercup. There's a fountain running around the floors, and waterfall stone walls surrounding the clay couches. The living room etches all across the entire entrance, and with the windows as tall and wide as walls, you have a beautiful view of the sunrise and mountains. Buttercup will always say that you're a product of your own environment, and she still lives by that.

I take a seat on the couch and begin scrolling through my to-dos for today. Most of them have been completed earlier this week, especially with Blossoms commitment to do handle most of the easy things so we don't have to take too much time to get it done.

"Good morning, Sister," Blossom pops out of her hallway, wearing a long pink dress and white heels with glistening with Swarovski crystals, and a matching necklace to accentuate her breasts cupped in a square cut dress and supported by a hot pink leather corset. "I love your attire for today," she said, nodding her head to my suit. I had pearls on, a little less sparkly, but I was shooting for a classic businesswoman look today. A smile spreads on my face, and I return the compliment.

Buttercup appears shortly after. Her choice of attire is streetwear. She's become highly popular on her social media as a model. She never speaks to the public, and always exclaims to make it about equity. She states we'll be on this earth forever, and she isn't wrong. Fashion is where she loves to express herself. She has a vintage 80's straight leg, low waist Levi's denim, washed and with split hems towards the bottom. You can spot that orange tag from miles on end. Truly, a rare find. She paired it with a distressed black Nike crop top, exposing her entire abdomen and her v muscle, showing off her figure. She has a diamond necklace latched on her waist, just over her bellybutton and her diamonds dangling from there. I bought her those diamonds for her neck, but I'm glad it fits her waist too! Her shoes are by Sean Witherspoon, slightly limited shoes.

"Good morning, bitches," She says, as she plops down right next to me, her diamonds still in tact. "What's on the agenda? I know you said to dress nicely," Buttercup asks, directing to Blossom who is swiping through her phone.

"Well, there's these gentlemen in San Francisco who will be traveling for work. They need protection," Blossom responds. She purses her lips in thought, and then shifts her gaze to me. "Bubbles, remember Boomer?"

I thought for a moment, thinking of where I've heard his name before. "Doesn't ring a bell," I let out, after seconds of pondering.

"Well, father is in touch with their parents. There's three of them that we need to protect. We'll be traveling to Greece for a few weeks, then to The Caribbean. We'll be gone for about a month, but they're valuable. Brick, Boomer, and Butch. They work for the government. They're trained assassins, they're technically operations officers for the CIA for the legality, but they're trained in espionage." Blossom walks over to the sectional in front of mine, and takes a seat.

Esmeralda appears with my breakfast, along with freshly brewed coffee for all of us. Buttercup and Blossom make a few quick requests and she runs back into the kitchen. I start diving in.

"Why do they need us, you might ask," Blossom continued, pouring oat milk and agave in her coffee. She sits back and begins stirring her coffee, "There have been several kidnappings in Greece, specifically around tourist areas. Many Americans are missing and it's growing at an alarming rate. Not only that, military equipment has been stolen and MIA. The same military equipment appeared in Greece, as well as multiple explosions. There's something going on, and this will require these agents from the CIA. They're the best of the best," Blossom took a sip of her coffee, and smiled. I could tell she melted from the taste.

"POTUS wants us to help them get intel, and protect them, as they're only human and won't be able to withstand military grade equipment. At least to get them in, see through walls, freeze enemies, and gather intel from the ones we do capture. There's just one thing," This is where Blossom darted her eyes to Buttercup, still attentively listening. I could tell she was amused by the idea of traveling and vacationing for a month. "We are going in as tourists, and we'll be escorted by each one of them. We need to appear as normal couples, this way we can be targeted."

"Sounds refreshing," Buttercup said. This took Blossom and I by surprise. She hates men.

"G-great," Blossom stuttered, attempting to read Buttercup's face.

The last time a man grabbed Buttercup, she stopped and looked into his eyes. I saw her eyes glow green for a moment, and after that, he immediately let go, and acted as a body shield for her from the paparazzi. It's like she mind controlled him and made him feel pain while doing so. She claims to not know what she had done, but since then the public hasn't harassed her or laid a hand on her.

Blossom continues, hoping Buttercup won't come to her senses. "The Caribbean is also a hotspot. Same thing going on there, but we verified that a volcano, called La Soufrière, contained DNA and evidence such as clothing, hair and footsteps of tourists that have traveled there in the last year. We have to do the same thing there and find out who is doing this, because it sounds like they aren't harboring tourists. It sounds like they're just murdering them." Blossom had a concerned tone in her voice.

"When do we leave?" I say, breaking the silence.

"I know we shouldn't be vacationing in high hopes, but the best that we can do for now is enjoy ourselves and work hard to find these missing tourists." Blossom looks over to me and gives me a sigh of relief and the cheekiest smile.

Esmeralda enters with more food, an omelet for Buttercup and oats for Buttercup. "Esmeralda," Blossom called, "The girls and I will be leaving the day after tomorrow. I'm hoping you can watch the place while we're gone?"

Esmeralda's eyes grew huge and she squealed of excitement, nodding viciously. "Thank you madam X!" She exclaimed as she twirled to her guest bedroom, Blossom amused.

"So, today's task is to head over to California and meet our counterparts. They'll be escorting us as dates. Statistically, couples disappear most often." Blossom finished her coffee and dove right into her oats, I look over and Buttercup has a face full of omelet, not seeming to mind being escorted by a man for a month. I saw Blossom take a peak too.

I'm hoping this goes well.

"I hired a personal assistant as well," Blossom continued. "Lately there has been too much to work on when I should be focused on us. She worked for N.A.S.A and is an engineer. She was the First Lady's personal assistant years ago. I matched her pay at N.A.S.A and then some. It's all simple work for a big brain, and that way we don't have to worry much about the small things." Blossom pulled her phone out and showed us a picture of her, in her lab coat.

"Some say she's inhuman. She sounds more than qualified for us, and I'm hoping you'll like her. She'll be staying in my guest bedroom so she doesn't have to commute on a weekly basis. She's a pilot, so she doesn't have to rely on us to run errands as we're in the middle of nowhere," Blossom scrolled and showed us an other photo. The second photo, she's more casual, in a blouse and a pencil skirt. She has brown curly hair down to her waist, and her eyes are a tint of hunter green. She has freckles all over her face as well. Her features are soft and small.

"Her name is Poe," Blossom giggled, "what a cute name!"

"I can tell her to do anything?" Buttercup started, gulping her coffee down right after.

"Yes, Buttercup, but I require you to be nice! She's here to make our lives better. I'm actually having her pack for you all while we're gone, and we'll be having dinner with her tonight. She'll be coming with us on our trip." Blossom continued with the details, and all I could think about is Boomer, and the excitement of not having to do small annoying tasks.

Why does his name linger in my mind? I don't even know what he looks like. I'm sure I'll find out, I'm amazing with faces. He'll be escorting me as well, hopefully he enjoys my company. Where will be sleep? How serious is this couple thing?

My mind immediately went through all of the fun landmarks we could go to while in Greece. All of the food and olives, the free roaming pets who sunbathe on roofs, the wildlife around there must have stories of a lifetime.

"So, are we ready to meet them? We'll be headed to their home, we'll be given a tour of their city and we'll grab lunch together as well. This way, we can plan everything and get to know our counterparts." Blossom starts levitating, and floats over to the table and leaves her empty dishes there. Within seconds of the clink of dishes, Esmeralda's heels begin to trickle down the hall, becoming louder and faster within seconds.

"Let me clean this for you Madam X," she pops in with a sweet grin. She grabs all of the dishes with one hand still available. Before speeding off, Esmeralda twirls to Blossom.

"Miss X, are there any allergies I should know about for miss Poe?" She inquired, Blossom looks at her phone to double check, "It looks like Poe has a nut allergy. Other than that, you're good. She mentioned that she loves pasta. Thank you for checking, Esmeralda." Blossom, still floating, lands right next to Esmeralda and takes a few plates off of her arm, and heads to the kitchen.

Buttercup is still as ever, staring off into space. She then shifts her gaze to me, feeling my intense stare.

"I know what you're thinking," Buttercup starred, levitating up to the air and floating around on her back, relaxing. "Seems like these men are educated, I'm sure I'll be recognized. If anything, I'll mind control him. That's only if he annoys me," she smirked after saying that. That's the catch, deservingly so.

"I won't tell if you promise to do the same." My response is greeted with laughter from the both of us. Blossom sweeps in with her purse in her hand.

"Ready, ladies?"

And with that, we were off to San Francisco.

Thank you much for taking the time to read this today. Please give me as much feedback as possible to make this series most entertaining for you all. I love getting ideas from readers too! I would also like to know if the length was okay for you all.

I'll be planning to do two to three chapters a week depending on the length and time available.

I know nothing is happening yet to be worthy of an M rating, but patience! I likely won't dive into smut until the characters are a bit more developed. ;-)

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