Chapter 3

This is the third chapter of 'Can I Love You?'

Last time, we found out about how the Boys were doing in high school, the Girls go out for a casual dinner at a pizza parlor and Professor Utonium informs them that since that they no longer have any enormous modeling shoots, they were to attend school at Townsville High, shooting all four Girls into a raging shock

Anyway, enough with the chitchat, let's get on with the story, nya~!

"WHAT?" The entire restaurant suddenly silence, rotating all eyes upon the four girls, who suddenly realized that they were making a scene, apologized and quickly dashed into the bathroom, Blossom taking an extra precaution and locking the door, before returning to the phone call with their father, "What do you mean we're going to Townsville High?"

The scientist sighed; he had seen this coming, and made sure to keep in mind that his daughter had every reason to be upset, and to keep his cool, "I mean that until the summer fashion shows, when you'll all be extremely busy, you four shall all be attending school at Townsville High School." Bloom tried to reason, "But, Dad, all four of us are all smart enough to be in college right now. There is no need to put us in a high school. If you must ship us away to school, at least send us to Townsville University, or some college."

John sighed, he had indeed taken pride in raising his daughters to become the smartest he could have them, "I'm sorry Bloom, but all of you are far too young to attend college. You know that." Blossom spoke up next, "But, Father, even if we do use disguises and fake names, our physical appearances may attract some… unwanted attention. You wouldn't want us getting molested, or even raped, do you?" Her younger sisters gave her a crafty grin and a big thumbs-up; the orangette was trying to draw out the fatherly side of their dad, trying to gain his pity and reconsidering his decision. Normally, it would've worked like a charm, but not this time, "Again, I'm sorry Blossom, but the pity card won't work this time. I'm simply obeying the law of Townsville. Now, that you'll attending school, I'll be changing your curfew from 9 o'clock to 8 o'clock on the dot."

Buttercup roared, "8 o'clock? Are you out of your mind, Dad? We can't even finish up half of a model shoot by 8 o'clock!" John, who was currently seated in the extravagant, tastefully decorated living room back in the mansion, sipping Earl Grey tea, slammed his porcelain teacup down against the table, "Don't take that tone with me, young lady. I know that model shoots take up a lot of time, but remember what I said; all the model shoots that you have now shouldn't take more than a couple of hours, you'll make it home just fine."

Bubbles tried one last attempt, "Then, what about the homework? Since we're the Four Queens, we won't have time to do it all, and it'll look bad for both you and all four of us if we come out of this little high school farce with failing grades." John smiled at the innocence he heard oozing from his youngest daughter's tone, "Don't fret, my dearest Bubbles. It'll be alright, you'll be able to balance it. Townsville High doesn't give too much homework, perhaps three to four hours of homework per week. You should be able to manage that, right?"

Sighing with defeat, the girls spoke in unison and in a depleted tone, "Yes, Father." John smiled, "Excellent, I'm so glad we managed to settle that with no unnecessary disputes. Now, I would like you girls to enjoy the rest of your evening, for it will be your last for a long while. But remember…" The girls sighed, "Be home by 8 o'clock sharp." The scientist chuckled, "Glad I have your understanding. Goodbye," and with a click, he hung up.

The four girls stepped out of the bathroom and made their way back into the streets, after paying the bill for their meal at the counter. Blossom sighed, "I never truly thought that we would have to go back to school. After that stupid incident in fourth grade, Dad had us sent around the world, being educated in private academies all over the world. What good will Townsville High do to us?" Bubbles smiled lightly, always trying to make the best of the situation, "Well, maybe we'll make some friends at school. All the people attending all those private schools all over the world acted so… meanly."

Buttercup scowled, "This is the first time I actually wish that this spring Angelique jewelry shoot won't end, or will drag on even longer than it always does every year." Blossom rubbed her temples, "I'm getting a headache just thinking about it. But, how're we going to go there? I mean, we obviously can't arrive as the Four Queens. We'll literally get trampled and stampeded upon on by rabid groupies and fans."

Bloom took out her iPhone and began to surf the Internet, "Hm, I suppose we could disguise ourselves, either with really tacky looking glasses, wigs and cloth-" The brunette was interrupted by the beeping, signaling that she had an incoming message. Buttercup growled, "Who is it now? Dad again?" Bloom tapped the screen of her phone, and shook her head, "No, it's from Hannah." At the sound of the name the girls smiled with relief.

Hannah Boulstridge was a young woman in her mid-twenties, with long, beautiful silver hair which cut off at her knees, and a pair of absolutely breathtaking turquoise eyes, with a hue of emerald green. She had an astounding height of a flat 6 feet, with a lithe, yet strong body structure and an extremely pale complexion, giving her a ghostly, but very elegant look. She came from England at first as a fashion designer, but when she met the girls in fifth grade, she gave the fashion industry and became the Four Queen's manager. Everyone truly approved of her, for her elegant beauty went well with the Four Queens'.

Bloom spoke, reading the text, "She said to meet her at the usual studio in fifteen." She groaned, tucking her phone away, "Apparently, Dad told her about our entrance to Townsville High, and she wants to talk to us about it." Bubbles smiled, "Maybe she could help us with our little 'disguise' problem, going to school." Buttercup drew a taxi, and within fifteen minutes, the four were back at the modeling studio, seated in their private lounge, waiting for their manager to come in.

Several minutes after the given time, the silverette woman entered the lounge, dressed casually in a sky blue blouse, a pair of baggy-looking jeans and a pair of brown leather boots which came up to her knees. Blossom smiled; the presence of their beloved friend and manager always seemed to be able to calm her nerves, "Nice to see you Hannah. So, what is it that you wanted to see us for?"

The lady smiled lightly as she took a seat across from her four charges, "So, I heard that you four are going to Townsville High." Buttercup moaned, "Don't remind us. After two more days, after the Angelique jewelry shoot, we'll be sitting in a stuffy old classroom, learning useless mathematical equations that we already know by heart, when we could be hanging at a club, or taking a vacation somewhere."

Hannah chuckled, "I know, Buttercup, calm down. Anyway, I assume that you girls need help with disguises, going to a public high school." When the girls nodded, the silverette leaned into the backrest of her chair, "Well, I was thinking that maybe you should simply go as you are." Bloom's eyes widened, along with her sisters', "Are you serious? We'll literally get mugged!" Hannah chuckled deeply, "I know, that's the point."

At the confused look on her friend's faces, the manager explained, "When John informed me that you were going to Townsville High, I decided that it would be safer if I did some research on the school, as well as the students who attend there. I happened upon these five certain students." She took from a large envelope from the table, slipped the open and took out five pieces of paper, spreading them out along the table.

Blossom, Bloom, Buttercup and Bubbles' eyes all widened with shock as five extremely familiar faces were upon the papers; Brick, Butch, Bruise, Boomer Rowdyruff and Princess Morebucks. Bloom picked up Bruise's paper, "So, these five are still alive, and they attend Townsville High, huh..?" Tears began to brim in Bubbles' eyes, "I don't want to see them again. I hate them; they were so mean." Buttercup snarled, crumpling Butch's paper in her tight grip, "I swear, if that fucking bastard come within thirty yards of me…!" Bloom chuckled dryly, "And what happened to Morebucks? She at least looked decent back in fourth grade, but now. I swear something horribly wrong went wrong to make her face look that this," She held up the picture of the light brunette, making her sisters shutter with roaring laughter

Blossom turned her attention back to Hannah, "So, you want us to flaunt our wealth and popularity in front of these five, as a way of revenge?" The silverette nodded, "What do you think?" Bubbles spoke, "Even though I don't like them, that does seem a bit… cruel." The four them grinned mischievously, even the normally so innocent Bubbles, "I love it." Hannah grinned, "Excellent. Now then, simply go home, get your beauty rest and the next day, dress up in your best clothing, jewelry, make-up and drive your Jaguar XF's to school. I swear, you'll be the talk of the entire city, especially the school. You'll be drawing the media right to Townsville High."

Buttercup grinned, "Great. Well then, why don't we go home now and get ready? I can't wait for this plan to get going. This'll be so sweet!" Bloom smirked, "First time I've seem you so pumped up since the time you were going to model for that sports-wear shoot." The ravenette Queen grinned widely, "'Course, I'm gonna get my revenge on those fucking bastards who ruined our childhood!" Blossom smiled dastardly, "But, don't forget that it was due to them and their jeering that we decided to go into the entertainment business and became the Four Queens." Her younger sister sneered, "Yea, yea, and it's gonna cost them a whole world of hurt now!"

Bubbles giggled at her older sister's enthusiasm, "Well, we'd better get home now. It's 7:30, and we promised Father that we'd be home by 8." The blond pulled her own phone, dialed a contact on her speed-dial list and placed it to her ear, "I'll call Kanon to come pick us up. He knows where the studio is and he'll be here in ten minutes tops." Bloom chuckled, "I swear, Bubbles must have a crush on Kanon, the way she constantly praises him and points out all his good features, and never his bad ones."

Blossom turned her head to make sure that her youngest sister couldn't hear them, before whispering, "You think so? But Dad would never let them date anyway. I mean, although Kanon's our top butler, he's still a servants, while Bubbles is one of the Four Queens." Buttercup threw her hands into the air with exasperation, "Are you listening to yourself, Blossom? You talk as if she really does like him, and even funnier, that he likes her in the first place. Don't forget; we all have boyfriends."

The brunette and the orangette models glanced at each other, then at their youngest sister, who was still trying to get a signal, considering that there were times were the connection outside the modeling studio was bad, "You're right, Buttercup, what were we thinking?" Their little huddle abruptly broke apart as Bubbles hung up and walked back to her sisters, "Good news, I finally managed to get through to the house, and luckily, Kanon said that he could pick us up."

Within ten minutes, a sleek, black limousine pulled up in front of the girls, who were waiting by the curb, and out stepped a youthful-looking man, not a day older than nineteen or twenty, possessing sleek, glossy dark forest green hair, with a light hue of black, neatly combed back, and a pair of beautiful, ye manly and kind golden eyes. He was sharply dressed in a black tailcoat, freshly ironed out white button-up shirt, a pair of warm, black trousers and a pair of freshly polished black leather shoes.

He bowed politely, "A thousand apologizes for the long wait. There was a bit of traffic. Now then, shall I have you returned home?" He pulled upon the back door of the limousine, keeping his head bowed as Blossom, Bloom and Buttercup stepped inside and made themselves comfortable upon the leather seats. Bubbles hesitated as she stepped inside, staring at their butler with a warm sparkle within her eyes, "Kanon..?" The green-haired butler straightened his posture, staring his young mistress in the eyes, his signature warm, ye confident smile upon his handsome face, "Yes, M'lady? Is something the matter?"

The blond model simply smiled, "Thank you… for coming all this way to pick me and my sisters up. I hope we aren't too much of a burden." The butler was stunned; it wasn't exactly every day that one of the Four Queens thanked him for his responsibilities. He smiled and bowed even deeper, "I am truly touched that you would thank me. Your kindness overwhelms me." Bubbles' next words were caught in her throat as Buttercup impatiently pulled her into the car and growled, "Enough with this sappiness, let's get home. I prefer to model with my skin, than without it tomorrow."Kanon bowed one last time before closing the door, making his way to the driver's door, stepping in and started the car, driving back towards the richest side of the Townsville, for home.

Buttercup had a mini-rage at her younger sister, who had a nervous smile upon her face, trying to calm her angry sister down, "What the hell do you think you were doing? That's the butler you were just flirting with! You really think that Dad would let you two date? Not to mention you already have a boyfriend! Remember him, Bubbles? His name is James, he's about 6'3, he has light brown hair with blue eyes, like yours..?" Her younger sister smiled, "I know, I know, and I wasn't flirting with him. I like Kanon, but just like a little sister would admire her older sibling. My heart is with James, don't worry."

Blossom smiled, while Bloom handed her panting sister a bottle of water she had in her Chanel bag, "Sorry about that little outburst. We just assumed that, since you seem to favor Kanon just a little bit more than all the other servants we have at the house." Bubbles huffed cutely, crossing her arms across her chest, "It's just like you three to assume things without getting the full story! You're just like Father; so overbearing and overprotective."

Bloom grinned, "Can you blame us, though? You're our sister; and we look after our own. After all, a cute girl like you could get mugged by some bad men in an alleyway in this huge city." Bubbles cringed at the thought, while Buttercup and Blossom shot their blunt and candid sister a death glare, which she simply shrugged off without being fazed by the venomous affect. The rest of the ride was finished in peace and quiet, until the car pulled up and stopped in front of a huge, while mansion with its sturdy, yet beautifully built roof painted an elegant light lilac color, giving the immense house a castle-like feeling.

As the girls stepped out, Kanon rolled his window down and bowed his head, "I shall be a moment to park the car, and be back inside the house." With a nod of approval, the green-haired butler slowly drove off for their enormous garage, where the hundreds of varieties of the family's vehicles and modes of transportation were stored, cleaned and looked after by a group of mechanics, who come every so often.

The Four Queens walked up to the front door, slightly it pulling one of the large double doors open and stepping inside, once again surrounded by the luxury and wealth that constantly reminded all four of the Girls just how they got all this, and how to keep it that way. Sighing, the girls made their way up the enormous flight of marble steps, covered with a thick, rich royal blue carpet, embroidered with golden thread, towards the third floor, where their bedrooms were.

The mansion had four floors. The fourth floor was completely dedicated to the girls, with trophies from all sorts of competitions and contests the four girls had ever won, first place, of course, posters from all of the shoots of their entire modeling career so far, with millions of their individual snapshots as well as posters, and little trinkets that were sold in their honor. The third floor was for the girls', and John's bedroom, along with the professor's large office and laboratory. The second floor was due to the maids, butlers and all the extra help around the house, and the first floor was for the foyer, salon, kitchen, dining room, living room, library and a rehearsal room.

The girls stepped inside a spare guest bedroom, collapsing onto the large, queen-sized bed, burying themselves into the freshly washed and ironed-out white silk sheets. Bubbles hugged a plump, feather-stuffed pillow and hugged it to her chest, "Girls, to be honest, I'm a little scared of going to school after the Angelique jewelry brand shoot." Bloom groaned airily, "I know what you mean. I don't remember the last time my stomach had been churning like this." Blossom sat up and glanced down at her watch, sighing tiredly, "Come on girls, let's get to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow, not to mention the fact that Dad will probably want to give us another lecture about how to behave at school."

With an exhausted nod, the girls split their own ways, going to their own rooms. After taking a refreshing bath in their own bathrooms and changing from their sexy fashion-designer clothing into loose, flowing nightgowns, the Four Queens collapsed onto their beds, falling asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

"Excellent, there , there! Blossom, toss your hair so that it cascades down your back like a waterfall of orange locks of hair! Bloom, give me more pheromones, as if you're trying to seduce me into buying the jewelry you're wearing! Buttercup, keep that sexy glint in your beautiful eyes, and show off your earrings a bit more! Bubbles, that's absolutely fabulous, keep it up! Alright, let's take a break!" The Four Queens sighed with relief as they plopped down into the four chairs that were set up especially for them as the photographers hurriedly reviewed their individual photos, trying to get their own pictures into the magazines and advertisements for the worldly-wide infamous jewelry brand, while helping hands of the crew gave the Four Queens water bottles and dabbed beads of glistening sweat from their faces.

Bloom gulped down an entire bottle of water in one go, taking a deep breath and lapping a stray drop of water with a quick flick of her tongue, which got just about all the men within seeing distance a major boner, "We're barely half way down, and my feet are already sore." Blossom took a small hand-towel and wiped her forehead clean of sticky sweat, "I know, I know, just bare with it for one more day, then we'll be done, for quite a while."

Just then, Hannah, along with a very beautiful woman with puffy hair that rivaled Blossom's hair in its shade of orange, and a pair of doe-brown eyes, along with an hourglass shaped figure, dressed in a red businesswoman suit and a pair of black heels. She was Mrs. Sarah Bellum Rowdyruff, the Mayor's beloved assistant. The girls liked her; the woman had a great sense of humor, and never used her connection as their friend to try and bride things from them. It was her spouse's last name, as well as her four offspring who they didn't like.

Bubbles smiled brilliantly, "Hello, Ms. Bellum, what're you doing here?" They knew they should be addressing her as 'Mrs. Rowdyruff,' but they preferred not to; it brought back far too many painful memories. And, the orangette woman didn't care; that was just one more of the billions of reasons the Girls were fond of the woman. Ms. Bellum smiled, "I heard that starting the day after tomorrow, you four'll be attending Townsville High. Congratulations, my four sons attend the same school and they tell me that they absolutely love Townsville High."

The girls restrained themselves from retorting, 'We know, and if you didn't know, your sons are jerkswads who don't give a damn about anything else but popularity and money,' but since Ms. Bellum was such a kind person and friend, they simply smiled, "Well, thank you. We're also very excited to go." The orangette woman smiled back and took a look at her trusty clipboard that she always seem to have on her, whether it was in her designer bag or simply in her hand, "Now then, I'll get down to why I'm here today. You know I normally don't like intruding upon photo-shoots, but Mr. Mayor sent me here to ask if he could buy a variety of jewelry for Mrs. Mayor. It's almost their 60th anniversary." Blossom smiled and motioned to the many glittering necklaces, bracelets, rings, cuffs and earrings that adorned her body, beautifully complimenting her fair complexion and the thin silk that she wore, "Of course, just ask the designers. They're over there, with the director of the shoot."

Bubbles giggled, "Ms. Bellum is so nice and pretty. How did her sons turn out to be such mean jerks?" Buttercup shrugged nonchalantly, "Maybe they got hit by a car and the hit made them morph into stupid jerks, or something?" Bloom laughed, throwing her head back, "Oh man, that's rich! I'm so glad that Buttercup decided to be a model instead of trying to follow in Dad's footsteps like most kids do! If she did, the name Utonium would be laughed right out of the science world!"

Buttercup gave one of her very rare and unusual pouts, which simply made her older sister roar with laughter even more, absolutely loving that adorable reaction out of her normally so hard-core and tomboyish sister. The girls slightly jumped at the huge sound of the horn blaring again and the crabby old director spoke into his megaphone, "Oi, Queens, times to get back on the set. We're already behind schedule, and I for one don't want to be the director known for missing deadlines!"

Blossom sighed, "As charming as always, isn't he?" Bubbles laughed, "Well, he's right about one thing. Let's finish this. I don't like the feeling of all these bulky necklaces and bracelets anyway." With that, the Four Queens walked back under the flaring lights, and continued with the Angelique jewelry shoot.

That's chapter 3. Sorry it took so long, this chapter's a bit longer than all the other ones. Please enjoy yourselves~!

P.S: What do you all think of Hannah? I really like people with that 'mysterious, yet elegantly beautiful' look, even if its in cartoons, thought I absolutely love them in animes or manga!

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