(Buttercup's POV)
No Professor. No home. No clothing. All that being destroyed is what it took for Bubbles to be back. It's worth it to see her smile. It's been three days and she still giggly and happy. She hasn't even came close to losing her temper. I've got my baby sister back and I couldn't be happier!
Mojo is back in jail for the next six months so the Ruffs are letting us stay with them. Well we really had no choice. They more like told us without question that we would come live with them. I'm not complaining though. Getting to see Butch all the time is amazing. Bubbles was right. I've become way too wrapped up in Butch. I'm in love, that's what it's supposed to be like right? I shouldn't have neglected Bubbles either. I stopped being her rock and that's why we had that huge argument.
The funeral was earlier today. None of us cried though just because the sun was shining. If the Professor taught me anything, it's that coincidences do not exist so he's making the sun shine. Bubbles has been singing that song off and on the past few days. Whenever we hear it, we know she's thinking of Dad.
As for how the house burnt down, it was none other than Brute Plutonium and Breaker Coco. To say they're having trouble breathing right now would be an understatement. When Bubbles saw them after we figured it out, let's say ape-shit couldn't even describe how she lashed out on them. Of course Blossom and I went ballistic too but Bubbles really proved that she is the toughest fighter. After seeing that, I'm not even going to try and regain my title. Anyway, Brute and Breaker are in a sleep chamber that Blossom randomly had in the middle of the desert fifty miles out of town. Blossom and I go there when we start getting upset, but Bubbles goes there once, sometimes twice, a day to knock the shit out of them. In Bubbles's words, "If they can't go to hell, I'll make hell a place on Earth." It's better she lash out on them than us!
Anyway... I meandered into the kitchen bored and grabbed a bottle of water. Butch is trying to repair their wash machine but he's having trouble.
Brick is at the table, yanking at his hair as he pushed buttons on a huge calculator.
"What's wrong?" I asked him. I've never seen him look this stressed.
"According to my calculations by the time we buy you girls some replacement clothes and food, we're going to be out of funds in a week." He explained.
"The Professor was insured for millions, don't stress." I smiled a little bit. I see how Blossom thinks he's adorable. It's sort of funny to see him stress. Wow, that sounds sadistic doesn't it? Oh well!
"You aren't allowed to touch the money until you're 18, I've read his will fifty times and he makes it clear no matter the situation, you are not to have any of your inheritance until you are 18 years of age. He made no air pockets. No room for loopholes what so ever." He frowned and threw down his pen frustrated.
"Chill, dude. Us girls already have jobs at the CIA, we'll just go through their local office instead of the D.C. office. We have our GEDs so we'll just drop out until we can afford school. They're willing to pay us well and we'll only be gone a few days every other week on missions. " I started concocting a plan.
"I guess my brothers and I will have to get work where we can find it." He sighed.
"The CIA loves it's super heroes." I suggested. It's true. They practically begged us to join them. "They also offer a GED program so you wouldn't have to worry about school."
"You mean ex-super-villians." He reminded me.
"The FBI does it!" I rolled my eyes.
"Don't believe everything you see on TV." He shook his head with a smug little smile. Asshole.
"Only cartoons!" Boomer finished as he walked into the kitchen with Bubbles on his back.
"Oh because cartoons are so realistic." Bubbles giggled.
"You're one to speak, Anime Eyes." Boomer teased her. How sickeningly sweet!
"Anime Eyes?" I questioned.
"Yeah because of that puppy dog look. Her eyes are irresistible, just like anime eyes." He explained.
"How do you even know what anime eyes look like?" Bubbles asked.
"Anime is awesome." I rolled my eyes. Yeah, I like anime! Sue me!
"Do you even understand what they're saying?" She smiled knowing I didn't speak Japanese. Stupid Japanese speaking, anime eyed, white chick.
"There are English dubs for a lot of them and subtitles." I rolled my eyes. Boomer smiled. It's none too often you find someone other than a dork that likes anime. See anime isn't just for nerd! You wanna call me a nerd sucka! You'll be sucking your own dick. Who am I talking to? Great now you're a crazy nerd, Buttercup.
"Mental arguments aren't healthy." Bubbles giggled.
"Speaking of the mentally unhealthy, Boomer, you've gotta getta job." Brick broke the news to him.
"Sure. I'll have one of the girls put in a good word for me in with the CIA." He shrugged. See, he lets us help him. I downed the rest of my water, refilled it, and stuck it back in the frig.
"What are you doing?" Boomer asked confused.
"Dude, people don't call me the Eco-sister because my favorite color is green." I laughed.
"Seriously? You are eco friendly. That's surprising." He mumbled.
"Why? Gotta save the Earth one bottle at a time. Plus, us Puffs have a small campaign going for 'Take The Lead'. I'm Eco Before Time. Bubbles is Love's Still Love. Blossom is Miss Say No." I told him. Had he not recognized us from the commercials. They're on all the time.
"You mean you're that band that does all those humanitarian commericals?" He looked dumbstruck. Yeah we sing rap and hip-hop about our causes. I'm of course for loving the earth, Bubbles represents the LGBTQ, and Blossom is the above the influence girl.
"Of course we are. Gotta get the message out there." Bubbles giggled. I looked around bored.
"My stupid boyfriend better get done with that machine fast, or I'm going to explode from boredom." I grumbled.
"Your stupid boyfriend is finished." He kissed my cheek without touching me with his filthy hands. He washed them of course keeping the water running.
"You know, I love the planet I live on. Do you?" I asked him.
"Don't go eco on me." He wimpered drying his hands on his shirt. "See, I didn't waste a perfectly good paper towel for drying my hands." He smiled.
"We stopped buying paper towels years ago." Bubbles told him while I just wore a smirk. Silly boy.
"Guys!" Blossom screamed zooming into the house. I thought she went to let out some steam on the Evil Greens. They're like green beans. Green and evil. "They escaped!"
"What!"Bubbles shouted shaking the house.
"When I got there, they weren't there! They dug a hole in the sand!" Blossom explained.
"Nice going genius! That's what you get for not putting tile floors down!" I growled just wanting to kill them.
"I'm sorry! I never thought we would use it!" Blossom whimpered as she stared at her feet.
"Let them go." Bubbles sighed. What! She's liked them in their more than Blossom and me combined! "Sometimes we just have to let things be. We can't keep fighting fate. We don't write our own destiny. It's already written for us. Fate is a cruel and twisted person but without her we wouldn't be here today. We never would of even existed. None of us would of ever existed. Fate knocked in the chemical X. Fate gave Mojo the idea for the Ruffs. Fate brought us all together. We keep fighting her and she'll tear us apart - this time for good."
Whoa. I will never call Bubbles ditzy again. That was inspiring and deep and so beyond Bubbles. That's like fortune cookie worthy.
"So what now?" Blossom asked her. Blossom? What? Leader girl asking what to do! This is officially a world gone mad.
"We go on with our lives. If Fate hands us the opportunity to kick their asses, that's what we'll do, but we're not looking for a fight." Bubbles sounded so much like Blossom.
"Thank you, all wise one." Blossom smiled. "Now Brick, stop stressing like I know you've been doing. " She's baa-ack!
"Dude, you need a serious dudes-night-out." Butch suggested.
"And we need a serious girls-night-in." Bubbles smiled at the idea of chick flicks and gossip like before the boys came. We do need some sister time.
"That's sounds like a brilliant idea!" I chirped.
"I'm game." Boomer agreed and Blossom answered with an excited smile while we all looked at Brick for his answer.
"We shouldn't be wasting our money." Brick reminded us. Oh shoot.
"Don't worry big brother. I've got it covered." Butch smiled.
"You've been gambling again." Brick narrowed his eyes.
"I made 50 dollars, 5000 dollars." Butch smiled his goofy, childlike smile.
"Okay, I guess we could hit up the bar or something." Brick smiled giving in and causing a chorus of cheers.
"I find out you were at a strip club and I'll rip your balls off. Have fun!" I smiled and pecked Butch on the lips as the boys finally got up to leave. It's around eight so this is perfect.
"Do you guys need some money to rent movies?" He asked putting on his coat. Then he started digging for his wallet... hopefully since his hand's in his back pocket.
"Nope." I smirked. Us puffs have a special way of getting things.
"Okay girls let's go get the movies!" Bubbles danced out of Boomer's room in a short skirt and tight tanktop. I never said it was a very proud way of getting them! All the boys jaw's dropped. Excuse me! Nah. Bubble's is the most attractive of us and get's this attention all the time. It's nothing to get jealous over anymore.
"There is no way you are going out in that!" Boomer stumbled over his word having a hard time keeping his eyes on hers. Stupid boys. "I'm the only one that gets to see you in that."
"Sorry Boomer." Bubbles kissed in on the lips quickly. "It's my turn. Buttercup did it last time."
"You own an outfit like that?" Butch smiled suggestively.
"Yes and I hate it with a passion." I grumbled.
"How did it survive the fire?" Brick asked confused yet not figuring out Blossom had a similar outfit.
"We had some of our clothes in trunks and that were non-flammable just in case of this situation. We have a good week's worth each and then these. We had to keep them safe." Blossom laughed. We were prepared, sue us!
"Wait. You mean you have your own?" Brick asked wide eyed...like a virgin touched for the very first time! I love that song. Don't tell anyone. My sisters don't even know I like Madonna.
"Of course. It's my turn next." Blossom rolled her eyes.
"You're really trying to get me to tempt me aren't you." He shook his head.
"Dude, stop sounding like such a virgin." Boomer nudged him. "Come on, I'm ready to get shit-faced."
"You know, the bar isn't very fun for the designated driver!" Brick grumbled.
"Too bad. You're the oldest." Butch laughed.
"How are you guys getting in?" Bubbles asked still confused.
"Fake IDs." Boomer smiled impishly and they left before we could say anything about how illegal they are.
"Okay come on Bubbles. Time to work your magic." I laughed and pulled out my keys. It's less suspicious to drive. With my speed-demon driving, we got there in no time. Since Bubbles is tonight's magician, she gets to pick the movie. We watched from the car through the mirror. She picked out I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. I love that girl! She got up to the front where a early-twenty's dude was working and leaned over enough to give him a good look and started twirling her hair. Hook. Reading her lips I make out thats she's saying something like, 'it would make me really happy if you could just help me out. I do favors for those who make me really happy.'. Line. Okay, I know this sounds really skanky but it's not like we actually do anything with them. We kind of use stupid boys raging hormones to our advantage. She smiled and walked out. Queue him asking about the favor and Bubbles telling him that she has a boyfriend. Sinker.
"In honor of the great Buttercup, I chose a movie you would like." Bubbles laughed as she got in the car.
"I know. I saw. We're not all blind." I laughed.
"You suck." She giggled. Again like lightening I drove us home. I flew into the living room and couldn't wait to start the movie. This is great.
(Brick's POV because I don't know how to write drunken thoughts)
We arrived at the newest club in town. It was all techno looking but they played obnoxious rap music. Why can't they play rock or at least something other than this cheap rap. What happened to Lil Wayne and Eminem! This Beiber chick can't sing to save her life! It sounds like a little boy on helium! Like that Fred dude from Youtube!
"Hit me some whiskey." Butch told the bartender.
"Bro, come on. Be little more risky. Give us both a shot of vodka hard." Boomer corrected the order much to Butch's dread. Boomer has this thing for seeing how many hard drinks he can handle before passing out.
"Guys, come on the girl's aren't letting us back in until at least two in the morning. At midnight you guys can start going hard." I compromised. "They'll both take a beer."
"Can I see ID?" He asked. They pulled out their fake IDs. Thank Goodness I'm a computer wiz. These are better than any you can buy on the streets. He nodded and gave them their beers. "What for you sir?" He asked.
"Water." I shrugged. He gave me a strange look. "Designated driver." I frowned. I'm usually am besides the times Boomer tried to get me to hire some prostitute and finally do the deed. Unlike them, when I drink, I get buzzed not drunk. I know when to quit. That's why they make me be the designated driver, little fuckers. He nodded and handed me a water. I swiveled on the chair and looked around. Last time we were in a club, they were looking for chicks to bang. I doubt they'll be doing any of that. Especially with what Buttercup said before we left.
"How did you do it?" Boomer asked me.
"Do what?" I asked confused.
"Say no to the sex, drugs, smokes, everything?"
"Never been offered." I shrugged. They both snorted.
"Now that's a lie." Butch shook his head at how obvious it was. "Brick, you have the ladies all over you, yet you'r still a virgin. You've never gotten shit-faced drunk. You've never smoked. You get good grades. You never make your girlfriend legitly mad. How?"
"When do you make Buttercup mad?" I asked confused and then got back to the real questions. "I just said no. That's not what I wanted for my life. I guess honestly I've always had Blossom on my mind since we first met. I'd just see how disappointed she would look if I did any of those things." I admitted. It was quiet for a moment and then I had to ask.
"What's it like?" I mumbled.
"What's what like?" Boomer asked. "Sex?" He guessed. I nodded redder than ever. I'm the older brother going to my younger brothers for sex advice! Great!
"It's a whole hell of a lot of fun." Butch told me but he had a tone of regret in his voice.
"I kind of wish I would of waited for Bubbles though." Boomer admitted. "It feels so empty if you're not in love with the girl." Butch nodded in agreement.
"I'm guessing you and Bubbles have gone all the way then." I questioned.
"No. She's not ready and honestly neither am I. I don't want to be able to compare our first time together to a game of baseball. I don't want emotionless sex with her." He told us.
"What about you?" I asked Butch.
"She likes to tell everyone we've been to second base just so people don't think we're lying and think anything more but we haven't got close to going that far. Sure we make-out but she wants to wait so I'm not pushing it." He sighed. Since when did my brother's listen to women. It's sort of refreshing.
"What about you and Blossom? It seems like you're always out of public sight." Boomer winked with a chuckle.
"Blossom wants to wear white at our wedding." I shrugged simply. They understood what I meant.
"Now when she told you that did she say 'my' or 'our'?" Butch asked to clarify.
"Our." I smiled still feeling on top of the world. "Don't worry though. She's not in it for me. She's just in it to for her brothers-in-law." I laughed.
"Of course. Don't be stingy!" He laughed.
"This is so fucking weird." Boomer said out of no where. We both gave him confused looks. "Well, see Brick, you're like an older brother to Bubbles and Butch, you're like an older brother to Blossom but Buttercup hates my guts."
"No she doesn't. She just takes longer to warm up to people." Butch laughed and patted his shoulder much to his annoyance. I looked around the club again and saw quite a few college girls looking our way.
"Clubbing was a lot more fun when we didn't have girlfriends." Boomer frowned. "No way am I getting Bubbles pissed though." Three girls seemed to be dancing closer and closer as they booty danced and grinded against each other. Why do they think men find that attractive? Only a complete and utter pig would want to hit that. Unfortunately two of them are sitting with me. I popped them in the back of the head.
"You have girlfriends, you idiots!" I reminded them. The grumbled and Boomer couldn't hold out any longer and asked for shots of vodka for the both of them. Three each. Of course. Looks like it's going to be another night of playing babysitter and making sure they don't do anything stupid. They threw back their three in record time. To Boomer that was nothing but Butch looked like he was about to hurl. He's always been a light weight. Boomer ordered another round and threw back both their rounds. Nine shots hard vodka, he should be done in by now. After a minute, his eyes looked glazed over and I knew he was intoxicated.
"Boomer, I think it's time you quit." I told him and he shook his head and almost fell out of his seat.
"Arrrre yooooooou Kiiiiiiidddddinnnnn' meehhhh! 'Notherrrrrrrrr rooooouuuuund!(Are you kiddin' me! 'Nother round!)" Boomer hollered.
"He's had enough." I told the bartender and he nodded in agreement and pulled out a bottle of apple juice and filled the shot glasses. He must deal with this a lot. Boomer them back like vodka and started choking when he realized it wasn't.
"Yooooou suuuuuckkk!" Boomer pouted. "Iiiiii'mmmm ggggoooooinnnnn daaaannnnnccccinnnn!(You suck! I'm goin' dancin'!)"
"Have fun." I told him and both my brothers went to dance with the slutty girls. When will they ever grow up? I doubt it.
"Are you a loner?" I heard a high, shrilling girl's voice asked. I turned to be met with curious gold eyes.
"Not really. I just have a girlfriend and I'm the designated driver." I told her.
"That's cool. You remind me of my fiance. He's into all that chivalry stuff too. It's nice to meet another guy that's traditional. Your girlfriend is really lucky." She told me speaking a smile a minute. "Oh! Silly me! I'm Alice!" (Yes, another Twilight reference but this is the last you'll see of any of them. Don't judge me. I'd use Misty from Pokemon but it's been forever since I've seen that!)
"I'm Brick and thanks, I guess." I smiled semi-confused.
"So who are you here with?" She asked still curious.
"My brothers. Those two drucken assholes." I pointed them out and she let out a tinkling laugh.
"Those two drucken assholes are dancing with drucken skanks of my someday-to-be-sisters-in-law." She explained.
"Sucks, doesn't it." I snorted.
"Yeah! You seem kind of young to be in a club." She noticed.
"Few people of age actually are in this club." I reminded her. "People are idiots when it comes to fake IDs."
"Don't you worry about getting caught?"
"Nah. I'm the best in the biz." I laughed.
"I bet not. My fiance's look like magic." She handed me a car that said she was 21. What a lie! She looks 16 or 17. Still not better than mine. I handed her mine and she looked at it impressed. I gave her hers back as she did mine.
"You're good. Well, I better remind them that they do have boyfriends to go home to. It was nice meeting you." She smiled and got up to drag her friends away from my brothers who came back to the bar looking worn out.
"Damn. Those chicks were. Dayum!" Butch slurred. I rolled my eyes.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked.
"Yes, very, very mad!" I laughed knowing they'd remember nothing in the morning.
"Awe! But why!" He pouted.
"You know damn well why!" I tried to conceal my laugh.
"I'm sorry! Boomer made me do it!" He cried.
"No I didn't!" Boomer yelled causing a scene.
"Yes you did you little fucker!" Butch yelled back. Boomer threw a punch and Butch retaliated. I know I should be doing something but I'm too busy laughing. That's when I heard the sirens. Oh shit.
"Guys! It's the police!" I yelled. They didn't stop fighting. I flew off to the bathroom not wanting to get caught. I heard the police brake in and heard as they tazed the shit out of my brothers. I waited for a minute after I heard them leave to come out. Yeah I'm a chicken but there's no way I'm going to make Blossom have to bail me out of jail. I ran out of the bar and started following the police car at a safe distance. I waited for 15 minutes for them to get processed before tossing my fake ID. I headed in there making sure I looked scared and confused like a normal 16 year old.
"What you here for kid?" He asked.
"Are my brothers here? I was at the movies waiting for them to get done at the club and when I came back they were gone. They weren't home so I figured that got in trouble." I explained my made up story. He shook his head like it was sad I'd be having to pick up my drunken brothers.
"Boomer and Butch Jojo?" He asked with pity in his voice. I nodded. He walked over to one of the cells and I followed. Butch and Boomer were passed out.
"Do you need to call your parents?" He asked.
"No our father's in jail and our mother walked out on us." I frowned. Who says I can't act! Pfffft!
"I guess since it's their first offence I'll just let off with a warning." He smiled. I smiled faking relief. He let me in to wake them up. I pushed Butch off his bench to make him wake up. Then I pulled Boomer's arm around my shoulder knowing it'd be impossible to get him up. I started dragging is dead weight towards the door. I smiled again the officer as he sat at his desk looking at paperwork.
"Oh and kid, where do you buy your fakes?" He asked with a knowing smile.
"I know a guy." I chuckled.
"Homemade." He mumbled with a smile and went back to his paper work. He is officially the coolest police officer, ever!
"Hell man. How did you get him to let us off the hook?" Butch asked and I moved Boomer so he was draped over my shoulder and started towards the sky.
"I guess he was a teenager once." I shrugged the best I could as we got close to the Volcano.
"Wierd." He muttered as we arrived home. I went straight to Boomer and Bubbles's room and tossed him on the bed. Bubbles rushed by me to check on him.
"He'll be okay. He just hit the vodka a little too hard." I assured her.
"That boy can say goodbye to any chance he had of making out in the next week." She mumbled as I left the room. I chuckled as I walked downstairs to see the girls messing with the still slightly intoxicated Butch.
"Awh, don't be so mean to the poor guy. He's going to have a nasty hangover in the morning." I laughed knowing all too well.
"Remind me to beat the shit out of Boomer in the morning." Butch told me and threw up in the bucket they got him. They were having too much fun laughing at his pain as am I. Somehow the Puffs made being sober worth while. Life has been so much funnier since we came here!
"You all suck." Butch groaned before hurling again. Yes, life is definitely a whole lot sweeter.