Chapter 2: Stop-N-Go... Or Not
Buttercup's POV
"Residents are being urged to stay in their homes and to wait for further updates regarding the situation. Now, in other news-" *Click!*
"Hey, I was trying to listen to the TV dude," spoke an agitated Blossom. Bubbles, of course, couldn't care less about the weather, and I can tell that she really doesn't care when I can hear Fleetwood Mac from clear across the room. I swear, she's gonna go deaf from that, someday.
"Hey, Bubbles? Do you think that's loud enough?" I shouted at her with my hands cupped around my mouth. She pulled her headphones down around her neck.
"What, whaddya' want?" She had absolutely no idea what I said. "I've told you not to interrupt me when Stevie's performing!"
"Bubbles, you say that about everybody you listen to," Blossom reminded her.
"Maybe so, but there's a good reason behind it!"
I was about to lose it. "If I hear her sing the word 'angel' one more time, I'm gonna shove those headphones down your throat!"
"Buttercup, calm down!" Blossom ushered me. "If we're gonna wait this storm out, then we're gonna have to remain calm with each other!"
"Yeah, Buttercup. Keep calm," Bubbles mocked. She was really pushing it.
*Ding! Ding! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!*
"Who in their right mind would be outside right now?" Blossom walked over to and opened the front door to find Butch standing on the front stoop with a wad of something in his arms.
"Sorry Butch, but we've got too much laundry in the wash to throw your stuff on top, this time," Blossom told him.
"No, no. This ain't mine, it's Bubbles'. She left it at our place the last time she studied with Brick. Here ya' go, Bubbles!" He tossed the balled up jacket into her hands.
"Oh my gosh, thank you Butch! I've been looking all over for this!" She spread it out and admired her giant logo that she had created for the Townsville Tiger Sharks (our football team).
"Well, I guess I should be going, now," Butch told us with a toothy smile.
"Come on, don't go so soon! We still have a little bit of time before the storm is supposed to roll in!" Bubbles added.
"Hey, aren't you gonna let us in, as well?" Brick was suddenly standing in the doorway with Boomer peeking in from over his shoulder.
"Guys, what're you doing here?" I asked.
"We got tired of arguing and decided to follow you. We just assumed that you headed here, since you took the jacket."
"Plus, we'd rather be anywhere other than with Mojo for an undetermined amount of time," Boomer added.
"I'm not gonna wait the storm out with them, guys! I just came over here to return the jacket before the storm! I was planning on headed right back to the observatory!"
"Well then, let's go!" Boomer belted.
"Sorry girls, but I gotta go. Maybe we can stick around, afterwards?" Butch wearily asked us, as though he were upset about leaving. Pfft! Yeah, right! However, right as they turned around and stuck one foot outside, a giant flash of lightning raced down and struck the earth like a godly sledgehammer, and rain immediately began to pour from the extremely dark, carbon-black clouds that loomed overhead. It was as though the sky had cracked open, and a giant waterfall seeped out, drenching everything in Townsville.
"Or, maybe we could just stick around for a while," Brick chortled, walking back inside with Boomer and Butch, closing the door behind him.