I am a horrible author. I didn't update for like a week(year), but now I did so there.

Chapter 6: Acceptance

It was really quite in their room. Blossom was absent for some reason and Bubbles, Buttercup and Robin were sat on the carpet.

Robin was frowning at her phone. Buttercup glanced at her for a moment and continued with her game.

"What?" she asked, looking at her gameboy.

"Mike asked me out just now,"

Bubbles jumped in surprise. "You're kidding,"

"No, look," Robin showed Bubbles the text she'd gotten from Mike.

"He asked you out through a text?" Buttercup mused.

"What's wrong with that?" Bubbles asked, happily reading the text.

"You were talking about dating a gentleman not long ago and last time I checked. . ." she pushed some buttons on her gameboy and snapped it close only to stare at Robin. "Gentlemen don't ask you out through texts."

"Who are you dating?" Blossom pushed the door close with a kick and handed a cup to Robin.

"Mike, a gentleman such as he is, asked Robin out through a text."

"Really?" she sat down next to Robin. "How do you know if it's not a joke?"

"I don't," she said, "and we're not dating yet he just asked me out for pizza."

"Do you know what happens after pizza?"

"Oh, I do!" Bubbles shot her hand up. "You go on a romantic walk holding hands and when he drops you off at your house you both have the most amazing kiss ever and then you can't sleep at night because you're thinking about him and-"

Blossom cut her off."I think she gets it."

"And that's bad because...?"

"It doesn't just end with a kiss,"

"Oh my god Buttercup I can't believe you just said that!"

"What?" she shrugged. "It's the truth. Ask Bubbles."

"Buttercup!" Bubbles half-shouted.

"Oh was it supposed to be a secret?" Buttercup asked and scratched the back of her neck. "Sorry."

"Wait! Are you saying that Bubbles isn't...?"

Buttercup shook her head. An expression of horror settled on Blossom's face as well as Bubbles'. Suddenly Robin raised her hands in hopes of easing the tension.

"Can we focus on my problem for now girls?" Her voice was loud. Once they settled down, Robin exhaled. "What should I say?"

"Say no," Blossom and Buttercup said at once.

"No!" Bubbles shouted. "She can't say no to the first guy who's ever asked her out!"

Both Blossom and Buttercup frowned at Robin. "Since I've come to Townsville," She cleared out.

"She can and she will, I don't want her to date any of my friends!" Buttercup argued.

"God Buttercup you can't have a crush on every single one of your friends!" Blossom countered.

Buttercup gasped. "What-"

"Stop it!" Robin snapped. "I'm saying yes."

"You can't!" Buttercup whined.

"Why not? I can date whoever I want to."

"I don't wanna hear any stories about you guys makin out and doing stuff because I'd wanna punch him and I will!"

Robin paused to look at Buttercup. "Are you worried that I'm going to be taken away by him?"

Buttercup's face went blank. Robin placed a hand on her chest and pretended to wipe a tear away from her eye. "My Butters is jealous, oh that makes me so happy,"

"I'm fucking done with you guys,"

"Mind your language Buttercup, how many times does Blossom need to tell you?"

"Girls, It's school night!" Professor's muffled voice came from downstairs.

After a few moments of silence Buttercup sprang. "Shit I didn't do my homework, Robin let me copy yours."

"Uh-uh no copying," Blossom pointed, proceeding to get up from the floor.

"It's an emergency!" Buttercup fussed and gave Robin a pleading look.

"Good luck," Robin got up and patted Buttercup on the shoulder.

After the exhausting night, the day came with full bloom, except for Buttercup.

"I'll cut its legs off Bubbles you get the hands," Blossom gave instructions to her sister.

Bubbles nodded. "What about Buttercup? She's been stomping that thing for a while now."

"We'll just let her do what she wants," Blossom zoomed off towards the fish.

A sound as loud as a gunshot echoed through the buildings. Bubbles looked at the trail of smoke that formed just a moment ago leading to the ground below. Upon the impact, the pavement cracked open with Buttercup inside, who had been stomping the monster furiously and obviously got paid back for what she did.

"Is she okay?" It seemed that she was unconscious.

"We have to take care of this now Bubbles!" Blossom yelled at her from a distance. "Or else we're going to be late for school."

"Is that all you care about?!"

"Hey girls, great job today."

"Thanks," Blossom gave a smile.

"Get a move on Buttercup," Blossom hissed at her sister who was giving off negative vibes.

Bubbles poked her cheek. "People are going to run away if you keep making a face like that,"

Buttercup shoved her hand away. "Stop it."

"Why lookie here . . . just exactly what I needed to lift my mood," Butch commented as he came striding down the hallway. "Good thing the freak-eyed man-eater isn't here to ruin it."

Blossom told Buttercup to ignore him but when she looked to her side she found nothing there, it was as if Buttercup had disappeared into thin air. It wasn't surprising; she was a superhuman after all.

"Where are your brothers?" Blossom inquired.

Butch lifted his head to look at her as he slid his hands in his jacket. "Why would you need to see my brothers?" he titled down and lifted his eyes at her. "Aren't I enough?"

Blossom smiled at him for a moment and came close to him. She was only a few inches shorter than him so she could easily reach his ear.

"If you were enough . . ." she said slowly into his ear. "Then I wouldn't be asking."

As she walked away from him she signaled Bubbles to follow her, leaving Butch behind.

A smile crept up his face as he slid a hand through his spiky rough hair and continued his walk down the hall.

"To think I'd have to see his face so early in the morning . . ." Buttercup muttered. She was positive that if they had any talk then she would have dented his face which already seemed rather ugly to her.

She still couldn't grasp the fact why girls were all over him all the time. There were many other good-looking boys at their school and this one was getting all the attention. Mitch could get a lot of attention, she thought. He did get a lot of attention, until the Rowdyruffs came.

In a way it relieved her to think that Mitch wasn't getting any attention anymore. But she was confused that she felt at peace.

Lost in her thoughts, Buttercup reached her classroom. As she was about to step in she realized that they were in the same class so she thought that it best that she skips the first period.

She decided to go to the rooftop instead. Since Blossom had started taking AP it had been easier for Buttercup to bunk the class. She slowly made her way through the stairs, humming her favourite tunes.

She thought about meeting Mitch at break time and maybe watch a movie after school.

A strong wind hit her face as she stepped on the roof. It was pleasant to get some fresh after pulling an all-nighter to do homework she didn't remotely understand.

She thought about getting back at her sisters for this and Robin too, she had become a cunning woman ever since she came back from England.

She made her way to the edge of the roof and stood there for a while. A moment passed and she looked down only to notice two figures at the back of the school.

"Well well well . . . what do we have here?" she mumbled to herself. It had become sort of a hobby for her to spy on some couple in the back and shout something like the teacher's coming or something else that would make them panic and run away. She was wondering who it was she'd scare away this time.

She rubbed her hands together and sneaked on the ground so that she wouldn't be visible to the people but she could see them clearly.

She squinted but then realized that she had enhanced vision for these kinds of purposes. She concentrated on their faces only to be shocked.

"Wait is that . . . Mitch? With a girl?!"

"That asshole's ditching for some girl?! Oh just you wait, I'll make sure you get your sorry ass caught."

At first she didn't pay attention to the girl with him. She noticed that the outfit was a little too familiar. It wasn't just one of those cheerleaders Mitch usually made out with, she was a brunette.

Robin. She was confused now, why would she meet Mitch? She figured that it must have something to do with Mike, probably.

She moved a little forward, in hopes of catching a word or two of what they were talking about.

When she couldn't hear anything she just sighed and continued to observe. After a moment, she saw them moving closer to each other. Buttercup's eyes went wide the moment they did. It was only for a moment but Buttercup caught it.

Her jaws were tightly clenched as she continued to look at them. It made her angry.

Angry? Why would I be angry? It's their life and they can do anything they fucking want to.

She got up from the floor and flew away as fast as she could.

"Bubbles, have you seen Buttercup?" Blossom asked.

Bubbles shrugged. "She didn't come to class. I went to check on the rooftop where she usually is but she wasn't there either."

"What do you mean 'where she usually is?'" her jaw dropped. "She usually ditches first period?"

"No, not always," Bubbles defended.

"Don't cover for her; you know her grades are dropping!"

Bubbles solemnly apologized. "But she did her homework; there was no reason to ditch class,"

"Who ditched? Hey Bubbles,"

Blossom fixed her eyes on Boomer. A moment later he noticed her looking and smiled. "Hey Bloss, didn't see ya there," and went back to eating.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He looked up. "What? Am I not supposed to eat? You're banning that too?"

"I mean on this table," she hissed.

"Oh because Bubbles and I -"

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Brick slapped Boomer on the back of his head. "Get up."

"Oh great," Blossom mumbled but it was loud enough for Brick to hear.

He ignored her. "Boomer," he ordered.

"I'm just eating with my friends!" Boomer whined.

Blossom snatched the plastic fork in his hand and snapped it in two. "We're not friends."

"Gee talk about anger issues . . . fine I'm getting up, see you later Bubbles," he waved. Bubbles was looking at her food like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Boomer frowned and snapped his fingers right in front of her face, causing her to flinch. She looked up at him. He smiled, she didn't.

"Move it you idiot," Brick carried him away by his arm.

Blossom gave Bubbles a questioning look. Bubbles sighed, "He thinks I'm hot,"

"WHAT?" she yelled. A few heads turned to look at her, she apologized and the yelled quietly. "What?"

Bubbles told her that she'll tell her when they get home and to have a little control over her voice.

"I do have control over my voice!" she shouted.

"You guys were making quite a ruckus in the cafeteria today," Robin said.

Bubbles nodded and continued to look through the racks. Robin and Bubbles were having a shopping date. It had been a long time since she had went shopping with someone who would be genuinely interested in clothes and not just there to stand and say 'It looks good' to every dress that she picked.

Robin gave her honest opinions and Bubbles appreciated that.

"So, what happened?" Robin asked. She was looking through knee-length dresses, which were expensive AF.

Bubbles came over to her. "During lunch? Just Blossom being loud,"

Robin chuckled. "What about Buttercup?"

"Oh she wasn't there at lunch . . . I don't know why," Bubbles muttered.

"Wh- she wasn't there at lunch?"

"Nope,"

"Where was she?"

"No idea,"

"Was she on the uh . . . rooftop by any chance?"

"No, I checked . . . she wasn't there. Why?"

"I-It's nothing,"

Blossom entered through the door to their house and found nobody inside. A few noises came from the basement indicating that it might be her father working. She decided not to disturb him.

She noticed that Buttercup wasn't at home.

Where could she be? She thought to herself. She took her phone out of her bag and called Buttercup for the umpteenth time. Engage. She didn't know what to do; she had asked every one of her friends but nobody had seen her, not even Mitch.

Worried to the point that she started imagining worst things that could happen to someone, she almost slapped herself trying to get it together.

"I'm home!" Bubbles announced in her squeaky voice. "Is Buttercup home?"

She saw Blossom's pale face and guessed that she hadn't come back yet.

"I'm going out to find her," Blossom rushed towards the door but Bubbles yanked her back.

"She's not a kid anymore Blossom; granted she's a bit irresponsible but I think she knows what she's doing,"

"But what is she doing?"

"I think I'm standing right here . . . so you know . . . I wouldn't know," mumbled Bubbles.

After the day had passed Buttercup came home all gloomy, and without talking to her sisters or even sparing a glance she went up to her room and shut herself in.

Bubbles stopped Blossom from going after her and said that it was best if they left her alone for now. Professor Utonium was still downstairs having no knowledge of what was occurring with his daughters.

The next day Buttercup didn't talk to Robin or Mitch. She knew if she had then she would have done something she didn't mean.

Robin asked Buttercup if she was okay quite a few times but she replied with ether a scoff or a grunt. What Buttercup didn't realize was that she wasn't the only one with a temper.

"Okay cut the bullshit," Blossom slammed her hand on the table.

Bubbles stared at her sister; it wasn't every day the eldest used such crude language.

"If you have a problem then just say it," said Blossom, trying her best to keep calm.

Buttercup glanced in her direction from above the magazine she was holding. "I don't," she curtly replied.

Blossom squinted at her. "Right," she turned to Bubbles. "She doesn't have a problem Bubbles . . . she's just being her normal annoying self."

Bubbles looked at Blossom to Buttercup, who had put the magazine down.

"Don't act like you know everything, you bossy bitch,"

Blossom inhaled sharply, she was about to burst when Bubbles placed a hand on hers. Blossom looked at her, her mouth a thin line, she exhaled and nodded.

"I don't know anything, Buttercup," she started slowly, "that is why I'm asking you-"

"What a way to ask," Buttercup scoffed.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry that I talked like that, so please tell us what's wrong?"

Buttercup looked at her sister, Blossom's face was full of concern; she wasn't just saying that, she meant it. Buttercup's eyes got a little teary. "It's nothing. It's . . ." she looked away and sniffed. "Stupid."

"If it's bothering you so much then it's not stupid," Bubbles spoke.

Buttercup sighed in frustration. "Just stop it okay?! I don't want to talk about it!"

Then there was silence. Buttercup threw her head back and rested it on the back of the sofa. Her vision was blurry.

It all came back to her mind; how they moved closer . . . what they did. . .

"I saw Robin and Mitch kiss," she had finally said it. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Uh, umm . . ." Bubbles fought for words and suddenly said, "but that's good news isn't it? I mean sure Mike will feel bad but . . . why does it bother you so much?"

"I like Mitch okay?! There I said it," she had jumped up. She pointed a finger at Blossom, "and don't you dare make that smug face and say 'I knew it!' because I'll hit your damn face!"

Blossom's face twisted at her ridiculously squeaky impersonation of her but then she remembered to say, "Language."

Buttercup groaned and slumped back down. There was a loud thud followed by some clatter from the door in the back and then came a muffled voice 'I'm okay!'

Blossom cleared her throat. "So," she pursed her lips for a moment, "Robin and Mitch, huh?"

"But she said yes to Mike when he asked her out, I mean . . ." Bubbles wondered.

"Are you sure it wasn't Mike?"

Buttercup blank stared at Blossom, "I think I can tell the difference,"

"But if there was something like that then she'd say so, and I haven't ever seen them together," Bubbles reasoned.

"Not if they're keeping it a secret," said Blossom.

"I don't think something like that would go unnoticed and she would have told me or you if that was the case,"

"Maybe it was a onetime thing,"

"That's even worse!"

Buttercup grunted. "This is making my head hurt,"

Bubbles walked over to her and took her hand. "You don't worry about a thing Butters, I'll talk to Robin tomorrow,"

Buttercup backed away, a little creeped out by the light in Bubbles eyes. She turned to Blossom as in need of help.

"I'll go with you too . . . just to be safe," said Blossom.

The next morning: stormy weather, adding to the winter cold. Everyone had dressed warm and someone like Buttercup who even catches colds in summer, decided to stay in but of course she wasn't allowed to.

She borrowed a few of Blossom's sweaters and wore them under her own. Everybody stared at her in the school which she returned with her own glares.

"Whoa . . . somebody ate a lot last night," Butch commented.

Buttercup grunted and groaned at the same time; partly because she couldn't escape in time and partly because of the comment.

"I'm not fat!" she puffed through the woolen scarf wrapped around her neck which covered half of her face.

"It's kinda hard to take you seriously when you look like that," he snickered.

"Maybe I should take a few things off?" he moved closer.

"You pervert bastard get away from me,"

"Buttercup stop playing around and get to class," Blossom called.

"Yoooo, sexy sis is here,"

"Yoooo, stay away," Buttercup shoved him back.

"Hey I'm tryna be nice here,"

Buttercup glared at him as he slapped her hand away. He returned the glare but then his expression changed, like some sort of realization had struck him and the next moment he was grinning.

"I heard your boyfriend kissed another girl,"

Buttercup's eyes spread open and his grin grew wider.

"How the fuck did you-"

"Oh I have sources," he cut in.

She pointed a finger at him. "Don't you dare say a word about it to anyone!"

"Ah shit you shouldn't have said that," Butch inhaled through his teeth. "It makes me wanna do it more,"

In a flash, Butch was up against the wall with Buttercup strangling his neck. He pushed her hand away and punched her right across the face.

Buttercup groaned and pushed him into the wall; he clenched his jaws so hard that one could see it clearly, but he didn't do anything. She grabbed him by the collar and threw him across the hallway. In a second she was on top of him, raining punches on his face.

He used his weight to shift their position but she jumped up and bounced backwards. Just as she stood up she ran towards him with her arm back and ready to swing at him with all her force. She yelled as she pushed her fist forward.

Butch caught her fist in time but the impact caused him to slide back a few inches but he couldn't stand on his feet because Buttercup was flying with him through the glass doors that were at the entrance of their school building.

Butch fell to the ground as Buttercup stopped right outside the door. Her face had a few cuts which were turning red as the blood began to emerge through them

She took off all her clothing except the green t-shirt she wore underneath. In the midst of all this she failed to notice that her opponent had thrown a tree at her. She barely managed to dodge it and it flew through the broken glass doors.

She turned her head from the tree to her front and flinched as Butch came swinging his leg towards her. She put up her arms for guard but the force pushed her back and she hit the wall. He zoomed up to her and held her thin neck in his hands. He clenched his hand as Buttercup fought for air.

"I thought you learned your lesson already you bitch," he spat.

She scratched his hands and then his face, struggling to let the words out but instead she just gasped.

His eyes had started to turn red. Buttercup's eyes widened as she let out a weak 'No' but it seemed as if he had gone deaf to everything.

She squirmed to get out of his clutches; swung her legs around, hit him as hard as she could but it was like he couldn't feel it. He had lost all his senses, she realized, and that he was going to do it but it didn't stop her from trying to get away.

It was as if it had happened in slow motion. The fiery red rays left his eyes; Buttercup was looking right at him. She couldn't look away, couldn't close her eyes. All of a sudden there was no one she was looking at. The hand around her neck had vanished, so had the person.

She took in all the oxygen around her and slid down to the ground. Her vision was blurry; she could see shapes running towards her and that was the last thing she saw.