I'm back, baby! Oh my, I think I'm becoming alittle bolder than I should. Sorry about the wait, I usually save chapters in my flash drive since I share a computer with my sister and she has a history of re-naming my document and/or hide them in my computer; I lost my flash drive, but I was finally found it! Anyway, here is a new chapter of 'All I Wanted for Christmas is'. I had a lot of fun planning these next few chapters so read and I hope you enjoy this new chapter!
Blossom Utonium, the vice president and co-founder of P.P.G Incorporated, was walking down the hall, the heels of her hot pink high heels shoes clicking against the marble floor. She was carrying some cream-colored files with her, pressed against her chest as she walked.
Blossom has been suspicious of her sister, Buttercup, since yesterday. Why, you ask. It's because Buttercup didn't come back from her lunch break until 10:00 PM! Not only that, when she finally did come back from her extremely long lunch break, she as humming.
*flashback*
"Where could she be?" Blossom panicked, her hands were literally getting ready to pull out her hair. Blossom and Bubbles were in Buttercup's office, waiting to discuss a way to get out of this Watanabe Problem.
"Relax Blossom; she's a grown woman now. Moreover, if anything bad happens, she'll just use her powers." Bubbles said as she adjusted her thin framed glasses, which she wears to work every day to make her look more professional.
"What if she was attacked by three huge thugs?" Blossom exclaimed, apparently not hearing a word her youngest sister said. "She could have been raped and killed! Oh god, her body could be rioting under a bridge right now as we speak! THAT'S IT! I AM CALLING THE POLICE!"
"Blossom," Bubbles tried to calm her down by grabbing hold of her so she'll stop pacing, but she ended up being dragged after Blossom as she made her way towards the phone on the desk, not noticing her. Cruse you, superhuman strength!
"Hmm hm hmmm," Blossom came to a halt; her fingers froze above the numbered keys of the phone. She turned her head to see Buttercup coming through the door of the office, her hair lightly covered in snow and frost. Hm, it seemed to have snowed alittle early this year.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Blossom screamed at her sister, slamming the phone on the desk. Buttercup paid no mind though; she had expected this since she was out so late. "I WAS JUST ABOUT TO CALL THE POLICE!"
"Oh nowhere," she sang slightly, not really listening to her older sister. "I just met an old acquaintance and we chatted for a little while. Shockingly, he's not the same guy he was back then."
"Wait a second," Bubbles said, her ears peaked in sly interest. "Did you say 'He' as in you were out with a guy? For hours?" Blossom exploded.
"YOU WERE OUT WITH A GUY?" She yelled. "YOU'RE TELLING ME, THAT BUBBLES AND I WERE GOING OUT OF OUR MINDS WORRIED ABOUT YOU, WHILE YOU WERE OUT WITH SOME GUY!?"
"Yep, pretty much." Buttercup replied causally. "Hey Bubbles, can you do me a favor and put together a fancy party for tomorrow night? And can you also order a huge pretty birthday cake too?" Buttercup asked Bubbles, tuning out her older sister's ranting.
"You want to host a party?" Blossom questioned, raising an eyebrow and is strangely calmer than she was less than a second ago. "Buttercup, we don't have time for parties! We need to figure out this Watanabe mess!"
"Yeah," Bubbles agreed. "And you hate those fancy parties so why do you want to host one?" she did make a good point. It is well known to her sisters that Buttercup hates dressing up and going to 'fancy' a.k.a BORING parties.
"Plus you seem to keep forgetting our problem! Mr. Watanabe wont had over his company if he knew we lied!"
"Calm down, Leader Girl. I got the Watanabe problem taken care of." Buttercup responded, picking some files and scanning them, looking for something.
"What do you mean?" Blossom asked suspiciously, eyes narrowed. Bubbles quietly began to plan the sudden party for tomorrow night. It's better not to get involve in her sisters' conversation when Buttercup is ignoring Blossom and Blossom looks like she's going to explode or experience a major meltdown.
"All in good time sister dear." Buttercup said mischievous. With a victorious grin, she pulled a couple of business cards from a cream-colored folder that had a red tab on top of it. She put her coat back on and stuffed the cards in her pockets.
"'Sister dear'?" Blossom repeated in disbelief. "Ok, who are you and what have you done to my sister?"
"I think it's time we went home." Buttercup declared. "We have a big day tomorrow! The party will start at seven, and my genius plan will save our butts!"
"Buttercup can you please explain to us what you're planning?" Bubbles asked, in between calls and writing e-mails to an extremely fancy cratering shop in Pairs that owed them a favor. With Bubbles super speed, she can run to Paris and pick up the cake herself in thirty seconds flat!
"It's a surprise," Buttercup replied slyly, pressing a couple of business cards against her lips. "See you tomorrow!" before either Bubbles or Blossom could say anything she was already out the door, humming again.
*end of flashback*
In the twenty-five years that Blossom had known her sister, she never hummed before! If that wasn't suspicious enough, she suddenly declares that she wants to host a party! Buttercup HATES parties! Especially the kind where you are required to dress up! . . . How long has it been since Buttercup called her Leader Girl?
"-Som."
Fifteen, maybe even twenty years since the last time! Why now of all times? During the worst problem they had faced in a long time. After they stopped fighting crime in Townsville and moved to the city at the age of fifteen, to be exact.
"Blo-"
Blossom made a mental note to investigate her sister sudden change in attitude later. Buttercup suddenly wasn't acting like her usually 'business women' self. She didn't tell her what she was up to. She indirectly refused to tell her where she had been and who she was with. She kept smirking with that devilish gleam in her eyes. Seriously, she's acting almost like . . .
"–som!"
She's acting like she used to be, before the professor died. . . .
"BLOSSOM!" Bubbles screamed, cutting through Blossom's train of thought. Blossom let out a shriek and dropped the files she was holding.
"Bubbles!" She hissed. "Don't startle me like that!" her glare melted when Bubbles let out an airy laugh while pointing to something in front of Blossom. She looked in front of her to see that her hand was on the doorknob of the MEN'S BATHROOM! Shocked, and embarrassed, Blossom quickly snatched her hand away. Oh god, hopefully no one else saw this.
Awkwardly smoothing down her skirt as an embarrassed blush invades her face; she briskly walked towards Bubbles.
"Hi Bubbles," Blossom said, clear her throat in mid-sentence. "How long have you been standing there?"
"I've been walking right next to you since you entered the elevator and went through the maze of desks."
"Really?" Blossom asked, uncertain. She doesn't remember getting into the elevator. However judging that she's on the top floor, she must have.
"I was so lost in thought that I must not have noticed," she said, her finger combing through her red hair on the side of her head in slight annoyance.
"That's so unlike you," Bubbles pointed out, concerned. "You're always so focused and aware of everything that happens in this building! Is something wrong?"
"Agh, I don't know." Blossom confessed, slumping down on the couch that was in her office. Wait, she's in her office!? Last time she checked she was in front of the men's restroom! Oh my, she's must be really out of it!
"Are you worried about what happened to Buttercup yesterday?" Bubbles guessed, sitting down neatly on the couch next to her sister. "Buttercup was fine when she came back. In fact, she seemed in higher spirits than usual!"
"That's what I'm worried about!" Blossom said, earning a puzzled look from her youngest sister. She shifted in her seat a little, sitting up a bit straighter. "Buttercup has always been rebellious in a way but now she seemed a bit different since yesterday."
"Go on."
"She seemed so lively; in fact, she hasn't been that lively in a long time! I can't help but wonder what made her so . . ."
"So much like she was before the professor died." Bubbles finished her, surprising Blossom a bit. "I noticed too."
"Yeah well, after he died, all we had was each other. You wouldn't smile, I couldn't stop crying, and Buttercup nearly destroyed Townsville, trying to find the professor who she strongly believed was still alive . . ." Blossom choked back a small sob. "She was the first one to find his body. . ." the girls stayed silent for a moment reliving the memory silently. Blossom shook her head.
"The Mayor was nice enough to find one of our relatives to take us in." She said. "Ms. Bellum even drove us to her house in the city."
"Grandmamma Utonium." Bubbles remembered. "When we first met her, she scared me half to death! I almost believed that she was going to cook us in the oven." The two sisters laughed at the memory.
"But she loved us in her own 'work-us-to-the-bone' kind of way." Blossom laughed, and then her laughter melted in a sad smile. "Even though we had some many good memories after what happened, Buttercup was never that upbeat . . . maybe I didn't do my part as her big sister right."
"Now that's not true!" Bubbles huffed. "I can remember Buttercup acting like that a handful of times! Like when it would be Halloween and she would trick-or-treat or steal her enemy's candy. Or those times when our birthday came along and she would torture us by not telling us our presents she got us and only gave us clues that we can never figure out!"
"ha ha h, ok Bubbles, you're right." Blossom admitted. "Maybe I was getting a little paranoid."
"Hey, what's that?" Bubbles pointed to the folders Blossom had in her hands.
"Huh?" Blossom looked down, her eyes widen. "OH NO! I was supposed to give these to Buttercup!" Blossom used her super speed to get to her sister's office, which was the office next to her, but tripped five feet from where she started. That goes to show that no matter how fast you are, you cannot run in high heels.
"Why don't we walk there?" Bubbles suggested. Today is just not Blossom's day, is it? Less than a minute later, they were in front of a green glass door, which indicated that it was Buttercup's office.
"Hey Buttercup, here are the- where is she?" Blossom wondered, discovering that Buttercup wasn't in her office. As if on cue, the phone on the desk rang.
"Hello?" Bubbles answered the phone. " . . . Buttercup?" Blossom immediately was at her side and pressed the speaker button.
"Oh great, someone finally answered the phone!" Buttercup's voice was heard on the other line of the phone.
"Buttercup, where are you?" Blossom demanded to know.
"Hi to you too Blossom."
"Buttercup, why are you late?" Bubbles asked.
"Are the preparations for the party tonight being assembled at my house about now?" Buttercup asked, avoided her question.
"Ah, yes. Everything will be ready by five and the party will start at seven. I sent out many e-mail invitations and had a huge responds back. Mr. Watanabe will also be attending the party." Bubbles informed her.
"Perfect."
"Buttercup, where-"
"Mira! Don't stick you head out the window!" a male's voice was heard from the other line.
"Awwwwwww, but daddy!" a small girl's voice was heard.
"Buttercup, why am I hearing a man's voice on your side of the phone line?" Blossom asked, her voice sounded more like a warning than a simple question.
"Ahhhhhhhh . . . .I'm going in a tunnel. . . ccccrrrssshhhh . ."
"Buttercup, I know you're faking now answer me!"
" Ah, your breaking up . . ccccrrssshhhh."
"Buttercup!" Blossom warned .
"See you at the party!" Buttercup hanged up. Blossom stared at the phone in disbelief.
"BUTTERCUP!" Bubbles took a few steps back from her raging sister.
"Well, this is going to be an interesting day." Bubbles said to herself.
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