Wow, I thought the previous chapter should have more words, but I decided to narrow it down. I was very tired of writing it because I wanted to move along with my writing to chapter 4. I hope I update 2 chapters at a time every day.

Hope you all enjoy my current story I am writing right now, A Week's Worth.

Chapter 4: Week 4

Day 1

Bubbles' POV

Last week, I had asked Buttercup what it was she was fighting Butch for. And she gave me this reply:

~Flashback~

I stood next to her, smelling her cinnamon scent in her school uniform, seeing her walk with other people with her style of a tom-boy because she was determined to make everything her own, her hair as it waves from little curls in her rear ends. I still stared at her, not even daring to interrupt her with her soccer teammates as they met up, even if her talking was so bad that came from her small lips, even if I already knew she had tons of business for soccer practice on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, even if she just ignored my comments and speeches I made at home, even if she eats so rudely, avoiding her manners and the policy, even if she thought I was strange to date Boomer, and even if she had fought Butch for a brutally idea, I still watched her as she went on. I had peeked one last of her figure in the breeze wind until she was gone with her teammates.

After school, I didn't start thinking about how she would act like when I really stand up to her for answering my question. I just grabbed her and saw she was breaking away her smirk within reading a book that says "BECOMING A BETTER FRIEND" on it. I had no idea she had such intentions on reading this book, but I saw her smirk so differently than her usual ones, even if she was smirking like she read this book earlier and thinking about "ah-hah, I already know this" some kind of way, her smirk separates from her whole figure who wasn't much like the Buttercup I knew.

She closed the book and I stared at the pages all crumbled up and stacked upon each other once she shut the book. She was then smiling at me, her eyes not usually the same one I used to see, her mouth curled up like she was actually Blossom, her eyebrows in a positive way, and somehow to me, she doesn't even seem to appear as a tom-boy which she brags and describes herself every time.

"What is it, Bubbles?" she was totally different and cool now. This would be the best for her and I wish I could remember it, I didn't even know what my expression was now. I think my external appearance was my eyebrows all wrinkled up in depression, my eyes starting to squeeze out tears, my hair blowing with the wind, my eyes snap shut in front of her with my stupid face on, and grasping Buttercup's arms as strong as I could. Buttercup might be saying "What the heck are you doing, Bubbles!?"

"Bubbles, are you listening?" that's what I heard. Nope, I didn't hear "What the heck you are doing… blah blah blah. It was just those words and I heard it all myself.

I flew a step backward and sighed, "Oh, I was wondering why you were fighting with Butch last week? I want to know, and I feel like I have the responsibility to know this. Please tell me."

"You deserve it, Bubbles. I wonder anytime would you be starting this conversation," Buttercup dropped her book back to her unzipped backpack that I just noticed. She always leaves her backpack unzipped and nobody dares steal it because they all knew Buttercup left it open for two reasons: 1. She knew somebody would be thinking of stealing stuff and unzipped it so she will fight that person so roughly. 2. She just is messy and doesn't want to unzip her backpack for being lazy.

"Okay, please explain," I waited for her to continue.

"Look, I fought Butch just to take my duty to look over my sisters, and maybe not Blossom because she doesn't want me in charge over her… I'm sorry that I fought your "boyfriend's" brother. You know, I fought him all the time… but why would I beat him so stupidly in soccer practice, right? He deserved a fight from me so I just punch him the next moment before I knew it. He was torturing you that morning, saying things for you to give up on Boomer, and making you start to think about why we were avoiding you. That stupid Butch just doesn't even know how to make things happen. I rather fight with him one more time in soccer practice."

My eyes widen as she finished, "Well… that wasn't necessary."

"I don't know, but it just happened. This is my 3rd week now and I have already got 4 detention slips so don't worry, it doesn't always matter. I fight with him all the time!"

I just sighed.

~End of Flashback~

"She has already got 4 detention slips," I muttered to myself. I didn't notice that Boomer was next to me and that I was so stunned myself. He must have heard a bit.

"Still thinking about it? I bet you had thought about it during the weekends, too? Am I right?"

"Yeah even though I couldn't even persuade myself to speak more to Buttercup now," I answered him. "Besides, when she's at home, she feels like nothing happened."

Boomer just smiles, "You still don't know a lot about your sisters, don't you?"

"No, I could sometimes feel their hearts and feelings… not that I could be able to check through them all though, and I just found myself covered with their feelings into a separate category."

"But since you know the answer from Buttercup now, then what?"

I was shocked to hear him say, it was like he was upset, upset about me not talking about him. It was so sudden that it made my heart go deep. I wanted to cheer him up, but I couldn't find the right words like Boomer. I am good in words, but not in this problem. I think I need Blossom's help, though that's just ridiculous.

"Boomer, can I go home now? I will talk to you tomorrow," I felt my whole body trying to melt, trying to fade, trying to throw up, and trying to avoid him even more.

Day 2

"Boomer, will we be together?" I repeated like I did the last time.

"Yes, of course! You are the happiest-" he was about to continue the rest of the sentence, and I cut him short because I knew them all already. Now I was starting to think that he could just come up with that answer every time, maybe he even used that too his previous girlfriends before too just to cheer them up. I didn't want this thought to circle around over my head.

"I know, Boomer, but…" I started, "will your brothers accept it? Butch still hasn't been solved."

"Yes, I asked him, too," Boomer smiled, looking up at the sky as we were gazing down at the sunset over the hills.

~Flashback~

I sat in the couches and fixed my eyes all at Butch. Brick was busy finishing his homework to get a perfect A and Butch was just playing video-games. I sat there, all alone, and I didn't even try to interrupt him or tell him to pause it because I was holding something inside my brain.

He pressed the video-game controller all so hard for the object was really Buttercup itself. I started to get annoyed when the pressing gets louder and louder. He even cussed when somebody threw his "player" to the walls. He also cussed when the opponent had a stronger power than him. Really, it's just a video-game, Butch.

When he was finished, I headed to him and took the remote away and hid it in the couch. He just stood up and glared at me. I only smiled, I wasn't scared what he was about to do to me. I knew he wouldn't dare hit me right in the face since I was his younger brother.

"Butch, I just wanted to know, why do you hate Buttercup so much?"

"None of your business."

"Then telling Bubbles about me and her being together is also none of your business!"

He shot back at me, grabbing my collar with anger, "What do you think you are saying!? I don't need you to remind me about this."

"Why do you get mad that fast? Are you pissed off?"

"No, why would I? My business doesn't stay within the border lines! So shut up and get you butt on the couch!" He took the remote.

In a good time, I grabbed it back from him and hid it behind my back. He tried snatching it all and over again. Brick became curious and stopped in the middle of his homework; he had been seeing figures just little above his eyes. He had been seeing us standing and moving so strangely. He had been seeing us snatching back the remote.

"Had you guys been like that for past 5 minutes?" Brick questioned in puzzlement.

"Look, I just want to know! Please tell me, Butch!"

Brick scooted away with our problem and began to continue working on his homework. He knew what our conversation was about when I started saying "Look, I just want to know…"

Butch sighed, "Alright. You have been leaving this house like 2 to 4 hours each day and me and Brick are just left in the house. Mojo goes to work and cannot even come back home till 11:00 p.m., no one watches us – and I don't mean I NEED SOMEONE TO WATCH ME, but Brick lately has just been focusing on his worksheets and paid no attention to what I have been doing, saying, and etc.! These days, I felt like I had been spending with myself alone. AND I DON'T MEAN I NEED YOU HERE!"

Brick turned to Butch, "Hey! I want t complete my work done here so I don't have to mess with ya."

I stood there stunned. "Are you over now? But that doesn't explain why you talked to Bubbles-"

"SHUT UP! I did this so SHE CAN BE SEPARATED FROM YOU, DO YOU THINK I WOULD WANT A POWERPUFF WITH MY BROTHER OR IN A VISIT!?"

"Butch, Bubbles' really nice. You have to start this over and know more about Bubbles. Her sisters and family just avoided from her because of me – but it doesn't end anything. Just because she was a Powerpuff-"

"Why didn't you choose another girl instead of a Powerpuff? Why, out of all the freshman girls, would it have to be her? And only her?"

"Butch, stop interrupting me! I know you will understand one day. You will acknowledge why the Powerpuffs are actually good… and you later will accept Bubbles. It's only me okay? Not you! Just give her a chance, and let me tell you, she even made this for you when the first week we went together: a model of a soccer setup. You can activate it and make them move like it's a real soccer game."

"I don't need these toys."

"Hey, you wanted them and she knew it. She wanted to give something to you both. She wanted to-"

"Be nice," Butch finished, but I could tell he wasn't happy about the word.

"He even gave Brick an A-to-Z Encyclopedia that brick has waited for all years!" I went through my room and got out a wrapped box. As soon as I reached my brothers, I began to untie the box to reveal a big encyclopedia.

"She did?" Brick stood up.

Butch just stared at the encyclopedia and then at the soccer model setup. He sighed.

"Besides, I think Brick is getting along with Blossom," I continued.

Brick just grinned, "Better than ever." I knew he was lying, lying that he wants to get this over with, want to get the name "Blossom" out of his mind, wanting to let Butch shut up and let the living room be calmed once again.

~End of Flashback~

Normal POV

Bubbles streamed down tears, "You even told him about that?"

Boomer just laughed at his girlfriend beside him, "And you are already crying?"

Day 3

Brick was way more than happy when he checked his grades on the school website while in his Physics in Technology class. He was happy that he got perfect grades but nobody often knows that he does. Everybody assumes that the second place on the list was actually a person who was smart in his class. The grade sheet doesn't even have their names written, it was only their student ID numbers.

He exited out the website before other classmates of the class starts going to him and asking what his grades were. If the person sees his grades, the classmate will think that's not possible for him. Brick wants to prove it. However, he doesn't want to boast and stayed where his lines at till becoming a senior, ready for college.

The bell was about to ring and he was determined to go to his 3rd period class, one of his favorites, Math.

I hope it's more than the others… And anyways, I just finished it off with Brick… as unexpected. There wasn't anything to describe next so wait for the next chapter!

Anyways, stay tuned! The next chapter is Chapter 5: Week 5!

- ScienceCRaZyZone