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The day was young, and a certain trio of superhuman adolescents had just arrived in their home after a tiring first school day. Earlier that day, a certain raven-haired mistress decided to open a can of whoop-ass all over Butch Jojo's testicles; and after treating these wounds the three boys decided on how this day would commence.

With the late sunset of summer mysteriously vanishing, the boys decided it'd be best if they simply just stayed at home and watched television—but not without the company of another set of triplets to spend the night with.

The only problem with this decision was that contact through electronics seemed to be impossible for Brick and his brothers tonight; text messages wouldn't go through, the internet seemed to be acting faulty, and Brick's rising frustration only added to the fuel of the moment.

They'd tried everything in the last forty-five minutes, from recalibrating the Wi-Fi, to calling their internet service provider, their efforts were all fruitless. The three seemed to be in a dilemma—until Boomer advised a simple solution that made Brick cringe deep into the sofa cushion; "We could just…you know, go over to the girls' place?" This seemed do be a very justifiable decision, but Boomer should have known all to well that his brethren were much too lazy to commute to the girls home.

A silent squall of stares, grunts, and head-nods were more than enough for the boy's decision to follow through with Boomer's suggestion. Albeit lazily, the three soon piled to the door to begin a second trip out of the household.

It didn't catch his brother's attention as it had his own, but Brick made a mental note of the situation outside; despite being just the beginning of September, a normally sunny four fifteen was a pitch black, cold night of pure despair. The bleakness of the weather was deepened on the trio's ascension to the girl's home; not a soul littered the streets and a mysterious fog seemed to strip ones breath away. This was brushed off by Brick though, who brought together an assumption that this was due to a heavy storm that was headed towards the city.

A two minute flight was the only thing needed to bring the trio to the Utonium household. Brushing off the stifling weather once again as pure coincidence, Brick hastily banged on the door, hoping they hadn't made a flight out here for nothing.

Expressions lit when the door opened to reveal a cheery Bubbles, who was holding a large bowl of buttered pop-corn. Her voice was one of surprise when she spoke: "Hey boys, we were expecting Papa John's, but I guess this is a pleasant surprise too. Come in, come in." With that, the three were ushered inside by the anxious blonde.

The smell of popcorn, juice, and perfume lingered around the house as Brick and his brother's realized that the girls were gearing up for movie night—and for good reason, the seniors only had to attend school once that week as the rest of the classmen were gearing up for orientations and such, and the professor was out on a business trip. In the spacious living room gazing at a large plasma screen were Bubbles' siblings, Blossom and Buttercup.

"We've got company!" was what Bubbles had announced in a singsong voice as she and the boy's strolled into the makeshift entertainment room.

Buttercup raised a brow, while Blossom decided she'd probe the boy's for answers.

"Why are you three here?" she asked suspiciously, stretching her last word to note her concern.

Brick spoke up, "Where here cause we couldn't get into contact with you guys after we got home, reluctantly we decided—well Boomer decided that we should just come over instead of sulking over why our stuff wasn't working."

Blossom muttered something along the lines of "Mhmm", which was dripping with disbelief. However, the matter of electronics not working alerted Buttercup, who had dealt with a similar problem.

"Wow I thought I was the only one. I tried to get on Facebook earlier but the internet was getting really Hollywood on me." Buttercup added.

"Purely coincidental I assure you BC." Blossom interjected; she began to speak again only to be interrupted by an ear splitting siren and the news simultaneously appearing on HBO.

An anchorman promptly appeared on the screen following the switch to Townsville's local news station. Adorned with an ever present aura of composure, he spilled the contents of the emergency broadcast.

Folks have been filling into their homes this Tuesday evening extremely early; and how can anyone one blame them. A high rating tropical storm was rolling its way into Townsville and meteorologists are stunned at the storms ferocity and speed. The storm is also what has been tampering with phone signals and halting internet access. Folks if you're indoors—stay indoors, this is gonna be a big one.

Before flipping back into HBO's regularly scheduled program, the anchorman also spoke of a strange object that scientists have spotted hurtling towards the Earth at what seemed to be a breakneck pace, and would arrive in two week's time. The teens however brushed this off, except for Bubbles, who seem compelled to speak of how awkward it was—she however kept quiet at the thought of being jeered at by her peers.

The six gave each other strange looks as they adjusted themselves back to the television, and sat in silence as the rest of the night played through—pizza guy and all. Soon though, the storm had begun to make itself apparent, prompting Butch to speak up.

"Guess we're crashing here tonight, right girls?" he said suggestively with his eyebrow cocked, earning him yet another brutal facial assault from Buttercup.

"Don't get ahead of yourself Butchie McDouche" Buttercup retorted while cracking her knuckles. Sure, she didn't mind Butch's suggestion act—she though he was kind of cute, but she had a reputation to uphold, and wouldn't let him tarnish its well being.

Blossom just nodded her head at Butch's statement, acknowledging their stay; everything seemed fine as Blossom rose up to grab a drink, but she couldn't help but notice Bubbles fidgeting nervously while circling her fingers through her blonde pig-tail curls.

"Bubbles, is there something bothering you?" Blossom had asked with a voice laced with concern for her younger sister.

Bubbles choked down a nervous wad of saliva in her throat as she looked up at her elder sister with concern in her bright blue eyes.

"The space object thingy" she whispered. "Why stop a HBO movie for something that seems so trivial?" Bubbles was fighting back tears at this point, tears welling in up her eyes was evidence of that.

Everyone else in the room gave Bubbles a look, while Blossom sighed. "Bubbles, I'm sure that was just an extra in the emergency weather broadcast."

Boomer chimed in while moving to Bubbles protectively, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, even if it gets too close, it's nothing we shouldn't be able to handle right?" The teens all nodded knowingly, and jumped at the crack of thunder outside.

After grabbing her drink and retiring to bed, Blossom was the first to succumb to the grips of sleep, followed by Brick who crashed on a beanbag chair, then Butch at the kitchen table, Boomer and Bubbles on the couch, and finally Buttercup, who also retired to her bed.


Boomer's POV

I had awakened in the middle of the night after yet another grisly thunder crack. Thirst overwhelming me from the intake of the greasy and salty snack foods of movie night, and I slowly got up to pursue a glass of ice water.

Upon my return, my eyes gazed upon Bubbles sleeping form. Unlike Butch, I had never realized how beautiful the female form truly was, specifically Bubbles. Her curls sprawled down her slender neck, while her perfectly shaped body was scrunched into a ball on the comforter's edge. Her face however, was what made her so attractive to me. In fact, all of the Utonium girls uncanny resemblance to certain actresses made me wonder what their creator had been thinking of when he conceived them. To me, Bubbles was most like Jessica Alba…yeah that was about right. I was losing myself in my train of thought, and also went on to think how Blossom was much like Emma Stone with red hair, and Buttercup like Megan Fox, attitude and all, topped off with voluptuous bodies.

I'd decided on picking up Bubbles bridal style and returning her sleeping form to bed. I walked silently to her room with her in my possession, and sat her down softly. As I sat staring at her again, I'd lost my self control and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. This was my little moment with her, so I shrugged off what my brothers may have said, and smiled inwardly as I went back to my position on the couch.

End Boomer's POV

What Boomer didn't know was that Bubbles had been awake for his little 'episode' and she'd let it play out. She, like Boomer, had seen this as her little time with him. So when he had kissed her and returned to his spot on the couch, she also smiled inwardly as sleep once again overtook her, ignoring what here sisters may have thought.


2nd Chapter is done. If the appearance of the girls bothers you for some reason, don't fret, as you can imagine them and the rest of the characters looking anyway you want.

I'm trying to draw this out into a nice long first story, so stay calm as I know it's not going as fast as you may like.

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