A/N: Fixed I hope.

Boomer sat with his brother in front of their mother in her office, a contract on the table in front of him. Brick handed him a pen, while both his brother and mother looked at him expectedly. Boomer picked up the contract and began reading.

"You really don't have to. I've already…" Brick began but trailed off when he saw his mother staring at him.

"You should always read a contract," Mrs. Jojo said, patiently waiting for Boomer to read the paper.

Most of it was filled with legal mumbo jumbo about not disclosing information and blah. It wasn't until Boomer saw the word police that he paused.

"It says I can't go to the police with any information." Boomer said, making sure he understood this correctly.

"Yes. I already told you this was drafted by the kidnappers. I think not getting caught would be very high on their list," Brick said as if he were talking to a four-year-old.

Boomer rolled his eyes, doing his best to ignore Brick's rude delivery of that comment. "I mean," he stressed. "The police are going to ask questions. I can't just tell them I don't know."

"They won't ask questions," Mrs. Jojo said simply. "According to everyone outside this room, you have been studying abroad all this time."

"What? You mean no one was even looking for me?" Boomer stood up, enraged. "What if it had been Brick? I bet you would have had the army, navy, and the air force looking for him!"

"Sit down Boomer," Mrs. Jojo snapped. "I was contacted about your kidnapping not an hour after it had happened. While they were indeed slow in returning you, they would have been complete idiots to harm you."

Boomer calmed down slightly. "I won't sign it," Boomer mumbled, taking his seat.

"Stop being childish. They have promised something bad will happen if you don't agree," Percilla was getting tired of playing this game.

"Bring it on. I doubt they'll be able to get close to me again without getting caught."

Brick sighed but knew it would be a losing battle to fight his brother on this.

…

Bubbles stared at the room, her sisters by her side. She had been told by the bodyguards outside that she would be provided with new clothes. They had given her a duffel bag and asked that she take no more than could fit in the bag. She doubted she'd need even this much.

"What about this?" Blossom asked, holding a framed picture of the family. It was an old one, in it, their mother was still alive and smiling like crazy. Bubbles would love to take it, but they only had the one.

"I shouldn't," But Blossom was already placing the picture inside the bag.

"Just make sure you bring it back," Blossom said, hugging her sister after just because it looked like she needed it.

Although Bubbles had agreed to this, she didn't think it would be this hard to leave the house she had grown up in. Bubbles sighed as she put Octi, her stuffed purple octopus, in the bag. Buttercup put a few more items in there, her jewelry box, a poster of a boyband they got out of a magazine and a few books that she had never actually read. Blossom tossed in her art supplies and few other less important stuffed animals.

After packing just a few more items they couldn't think of anything else to take. Bubbles still scooted around the room looking for anything else. She was stalling and she knew it. The bodyguards were waiting for her outside, but she just couldn't bring herself to leave.

Buttercup noticed that Bubbles had stopped packing and just stood staring at seemingly nothing for a while. She approached her sister and hugged her, Blossom joining in on the hug. Before long all three girls were silently crying and hugging.

…

Butch lazily scrolled through his phone, chuckling to himself as he came across a funny meme. He was in the sitting room listening as servants went in and out of one of the guest rooms. He figured someone was coming to spend a few nights with the way were preparing.

…

Pricilla frowned as she followed the girl. How had she managed to convince her to go shopping, and in a mall no less. Priscilla had not shopped for her own clothes in years. She had her staples and there were stylists for the special occasions. The mall was filled with people. Families pushing strollers or carts filled with purchase, couples walking hand in hand, all too close for comfort. She was already tired and annoyed.

It was not until someone bumped into her that Priscilla stopped. "We're going to a department store instead," she declared, abruptly turning around and heading in the opposite direction.

"Oh, but we're almost there," Bubbles whined, her face took on a practiced look of pleading, eyes wide and lips in a firm pout. She pointed to a store a few feet away. It was nearly empty and one of the more expensive clothing stores. Priscilla doubted she girl had ever even stepped foot in a place like that. The older woman hesitated, but Bubbles grabbed her hand. She looked down at her hand, shocked that she had the nerve to touch her. She gave Bubbles a stern look, but the bouncy girl had her eyes on the store ahead of her, dragging Priscilla in her wake.

Bubbles wasted no time looking at the rakes of clothes. Picking up shirts and blazers one by one and never taking one unless she had Priscilla's approval. "I think you'd look good in this one," Bubbles said, holding up a gorgeous grey dress with an intricate lace design on the collar.

"We're only shopping for clothes for you," Priscilla reminded her. She did not mention how flattered she was that she would even think about getting her something.

"It's no fun if you don't get something too," Bubbles said, pointedly placing it on her arm with the rest of her selections.

Bubbles was picking up another blouse when she yelled in surprise, causing Pricilla to jump at the sudden noise. "What happened?" she asked, slightly embarrassed at having jumped.

"Oh, I hadn't realized these were so expensive," Bubbles mumbled. She moved to place the items back on the rack. Priscilla placed a hand on Bubbles' arm to stop her.

"I'll decide what is too expensive," she said, motioning for Bubbles to continue.

At Bubbles' behest, they tried on every piece of clothing Bubbles picked out. Pricilla even tried on the grey dress. It fit perfectly and really was a clever choice. Mrs. Jojo exited the fitting room, appraising the dress in the mirror.

"Oh my gosh, you look amazing!" Bubbles gushed, smiling a wide toothy grin. Priscilla smiled back, feeling as great as she looked. Bubbles was wearing a pale blue sundress and a white cardigan. Priscilla picked up a hat and placed it on her head.

"Perfect," she said. Bubbles flushed at the compliment. Priscilla frowned she had not meant to compliment the girl. She hadn't meant to go to the mall or have a good time either. Still, she found her smile infectious and after all she had done to her, how horribly she had treated her, Bubbles still had smiles left for her.

After purchasing the clothes, they went to a few other stores. Priscilla taught Bubbles what to look for in quality items.

"You must go shopping every day," Bubbles said wistfully as they walked to another store. The surrounding people didn't bother Pricilla nearly as much as they first had.

"Hardly," Pricilla said, laughter in her voice.

"But your clothes are always so beautiful, and you're just so put together every day." Bubbles objected.

"Yes, well that takes years of practice. You will see, once you get into a routine the rest will come easy. Start with the staples, a nice pair of jeans, an everyday top and a well-fitted blazer can take you far."

Bubbles stared wide-eyed at Pricilla, soaking up all the information. Mrs. Jojo beamed, wishing for the first time that she had had a daughter.

They bought all the necessities, clothes, hats, shoes, makeup and undergarments. They got their hair done together and mani-pedis as well. They didn't leave the mall until it closed, but Priscilla felt neither tired nor annoyed.

…

"I don't like the idea of you walking to school on your own," Blossom said to Buttercup as she prepared to leave.

"You do it all the time. Stop being a worrywart and go to school. I'll be fine," Buttercup said, practically shoving her sister out the front door.

Blossom sighed but went to get her bike that was chained up on the side of the house when she saw a fancy red convertible parked in their driveway. Even more surprising than that, Brick was leaning against the car, seemingly waiting for her.

"What are you doing here?" Blossom asked although it was obvious.

"No girlfriend of mine rides a bike to school," Brick answered casually, opening the passenger side door for her.

"I prefer my bike," Blossom said as she continued to walk to the side of the house.

"Why do you always have to make things so difficult?"

"Blossom!"

Blossom paused, that was Bubbles' voice.

"Blossom where are you going? It's my first day. I was hoping we could go together," Bubbles got out of the car and smiled sweetly at her sister.

Bubbles looked as if she'd just stepped off the runway. Her hair had been professionally styled with a pixie cut that perfectly matched her personality. She wore designer socks and expensive jewelry. If Blossom hadn't known better, she would have thought she was born a Jojo.

Blossom reluctantly walked toward the car. She hadn't expected Mrs. Jojo to go as far as enrolling Bubbles into Bullet private school. It seemed the woman really intended to make Bubbles a part of their family. She didn't know if she should be happy or worried.

"Using my own sister against me?" Blossom said to Brick as she got into the car.

"Whatever it takes," Brick replied as he closed the door for her.

Bubbles couldn't keep still as they rode to school. "So um, when did you two start dating?"

Bubbles asked her sister. Blossom stiffened; it was hard enough being forced into this relationship without having to explain to her sister this lie.

"It's only been a few days. It just sort of happened," Brick answered after a moment of silence.

"No offense but I thought you liked Boomer."

"Things change," Blossom snapped, not meaning for it to sound as curt as it did. "What happened to the limo?" Blossom asked Brick, wanting desperately to change the subject.

"I like to drive on special occasions." He gave her a meaningful look to which she looked away.

When they got to school a crowd was surrounding a couple of students. Brick placed an arm around Blossom's shoulders, squeezing her close as she tried to pull away. They approached the crowd and saw Butch and Boomer in the middle of the sea of students.

"Yeah, the boarding school wasn't really all they said it would be so here I am," Boomer was saying to the group. "I didn't…" he cut off as he locked eyes with Blossom. He looked from her to Brick, whose arm still clung to her small frame. She saw the hurt in his features and tried again to shove Brick off. From behind her she heard a squeal and saw Bubbles squeezing through the crowd to give Boomer a huge hug.

He was caught off guard a nearly toppled over from the force of it. "It's nice to see you too," Boomer laughed immediately giving her his full attention.

"So you survived Brick's driving," Butch said, beginning to walk to the school building as if no one stood in his way. The crowd moved with them allowing Brick and Blossom into the center as well.

It was strange how no one spoke to them, but everyone was talking about them. She heard them as they wondered who the cute new girl was and how had she and Brick become a thing. Some students talked about Boomer and others about how strangely nice Butch was being to the new girl. Blossom doubted she'd ever get used to this but concluded this must be what it's like to date a Jojo.

…

Boomer barely paid attention as he sat in class.

"So, who's the new girl?" the guy next to Boomer asked when the teacher allowed for some free time.

Boomer hadn't bothered to learn the kid's name as little as he attended class. "An old friend of mine," Boomer answered. Other students had been asking him the same question all day. Bubbles was friendly with everyone. They gravitated towards her cheery attitude that was so often lacking in his classmates, but whenever she caught sight of him she would forget everything else and smile only at him. It felt great, but also got everyone talking about them.

"Not your girlfriend then?" the kid asked, hopeful.

"No," Boomer answered quickly.

"Told you." He heard the kid behind them say, patting his friend on the back as if he'd just won something.

Boomer looked away from them, trying to hide his annoyance. Just because he wasn't dating her, didn't mean she was open to dating anyone else. Why did every guy in school think they even stood a chance with her? He knew he was being selfish. He wasn't planning on dating her, but he also hated the idea of her dating anyone else.

Thought of Bubbles reminded him of Blossom. She was dating Brick now. He had managed to get further with her in his two-week absence than Boomer had gotten in the two months they had been talking. How had he even done it? The last time he saw Blossom she was his date to the dance, and she fully hated Brick. What had happened to make her forget all that he'd done to her, not to mention he thought that she actually liked him.