Secrets and Surprises
Blossom glared across
the cafeteria at Buttercup. Then moved a slightly less harsh stare at Bubbles,
who was sitting next to her. It was both of their faults that Blossom was
in trouble. If Buttercup had just shared the stupid notebook with them
from the beginning, Blossom wouldn't have wondered if something was wrong.
And then Bubbles had to tattle on her, so now she couldn't attend her chat
with the Nobel Prize physicist that night.
"What's wrong, Blossom?"
Bubbles asked innocently as she ate her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Nothing," Blossom
grumbled. She picked up her own sandwich but before taking a bite asked
Bubbles, "Do you know why Buttercup never eats lunch with us anymore?"
"He hath at ew thwend,"
Bubbles said.
"Gross, Bubbles!" Blossom
said. "Finish eating before you talk! Yuck!"
Bubbles took a gulp
of her juice. "I had. The Professor put too much peanut butter on my sandwich
and it made my mouth stick together. I said, she has a new friend. Her
locker partner."
"But we always
eat together."
Bubbles shrugged. "You
heard what the Professor said. 'You're three unique individuals, and now
you all have different needs,'" she quoted precisely.
"But what if a monster
attacked during lunch? She'd be all the way over there and we'd have to
waste time collecting her before we went off to fight."
"Blossom, let the Professor
handle it. I don't want to get into trouble again," Bubbles said quietly.
"It wasn't very nice to read Buttercup's notebook in the first place, and
if we try and butt into Buttercup's life anymore, we'll only get into more
trouble!"
"But this is important,
Bubbles. The safety of Townsville is at stake now. So, which person at
Buttercup's table is her locker partner?"
Bubbles eyed her sister
suspiciously. "Why do you want to know?"
Blossom shrugged. "Curiosity."
"Blossom! Hasn't your
curiosity gotten us in enough trouble?"
"I'm not going to get
us into trouble. I'm just going to talk to the girl. Maybe she knows what
Buttercup could be hiding in her notebook."
Bubbles sighed and
reluctantly stood on the bench of the lunch table. "Buttercup's locker
partner is the blond girl sitting next to her."
Blossom stood, too.
"Hey, wasn't she at Buttercup's locker this morning?"
"Yeah, that's why she
was there, they share the locker," Bubbles explained patiently, kind of
enjoying the fact that she knew something her sister didn't.
"What's her name?"
"Andra. Andra...Meda,
I think."
Blossom sat back down.
"We can talk to her now, Buttercup would probably try and beat us up again.
Maybe we can talk to her after school."
Bubbles joined her
sister back down on the bench. "Maybe you can. I want to
go home."
"Fine, Bubbles!" Blossom
said in exasperation. "I guess some things you just need to do yourself,"
she added quietly, and resumed eating her sandwich.
The two Girls were
throwing away their paper bags at the end of the period when a though occurred
to Blossom. "Hey...Andra Meda. She has the initials A.M.!"
"So?" Bubbles asked.
"So I haven't thought
of anyone with the initials A.M. yet, but I've been thinking only of the
boys."
Bubbles looked confused.
"Of course you have been. Only a boy's name would be in a heart with Buttercup's."
"Maybe..." Blossom
began, but she shook her head. The idea was crazy! "Yeah, never mind me,
I was just noticing something. Kind of weird, huh?"
"Yeah," Bubbles agreed.
The warning bell rang and the two Girls flew off to class.
