Sorry for the long wait guys, I had a block and wrote a one shot (in my new account) and now I feel better! XD Are you ready for suspensful, funny, ackward moments?! XDDD I'm so EXCITEDDD! XD I guess i should write it down so you guys could read some of my excitment ;D mischief ahead!
Boomer fixed the nike bag that rested on his shoulder and checked to see if his cell phone was on. Then rang the doorbell. He gasped a little when he saw Blossom opened the door. Shouldn't the members of the party answer? He tried so hard to avoid this mean girl at school, along with Princess and James.
"Uh, heeey..." She said slowly, testing her voice. Blossom gave her a steady glance, and showed a slow, almost apologizing smile.
"Hi, Betsie. Won't you come in?" She said in a nice voice. Betsie had to wonder if she was just pretending to be nice for information she could use against her.
"Um, the sleepover was originally going to be held outside, but now it's being held upstairs." She said, ackwardly. Betsie nodded her head slow as if it would slow down time. Then Bubbles came in through the kitchen doors.
"Betsie!" Bubbles ran up to her and hugged her.
"Bets!" Buttercup yelled and jumped over the stair railing to join the hug. Betsie laughed as she accepted the embrace. Blossom looked on enviously and akwardly. How could she make her two sisters happier than she can? Bubbles seperated from the hug and skipped back a bit to Blossom.
"Blossom's joining our sleepover! Isn't that great?!" Bubbles squealed. Betsie's face dropped. "I mean she's been a bit mean but she really wanted to join the fun!"
"Yea, She's so weird." Buttercup mummbled teasingly to Betsie.
"Heehee, yea..." Betsie said nervously back. She knew at school that she never got the chance to get close to Blossom like the mission was suppose to cause she was really mean. But this was a chance for her to get on her good side. Betsie got a little frown on her face as she thought of the misson over again in her head.
After getting on their good side, she'd tell them that "girlfriends are forever", and secreats are supposedly suppose to be spilling left and right. Then the Rowdyruff boys would have the advantage to strike them and then... what?
"Betsie!" Bubbles squealed in her face.
"Huh, yea?" she asked, out of her train of thought.
"Let's go upstairs, Buttercup and I wrote a whole list of what we can do." Bubbles said, happily. She took Betsie's hand and started leading her to the stairs. Betsie felt a wave of emotions go through her. First, nervousness, then calmness, shyness, scared and guilty, and then sadness. They were so nice to her, why should she go through with this?
=Later=
-make-overs-
Betsie couldn't help but giggle as Bubbles did Buttercup's make-up. She wasn't doing any better on Blossom. Half of the reason was because she didn't like her, but the other half was she couldn't handle a brush. Brick always did her make-up for her.
"And 1, and a 2, and a open your eyes!" Bubbles squealed. Betsie and Bubbles were holding mirrors to their test subjects as they opened thier eyes. Buttercup had orange eyes shadow with a yellow trace, which clashed with her eyes, and her lips were an obnoixious pink color.
"AH! Ew! Bubbles!" Buttercup yelled, but then she looked at the mirror again and started laughing. Blossom looked at the mirror and gasped audiably. Betsie wasn't able to stay in line, so her lip stick, (a red orange color) came on and off the lines of her lips. Her eye shadow was just random colors, not complimenting the other and of course they didn't match her eyes.
"The FRICK?!" Blossom gasped, looking at her face in the mirror, happy it would be able to come off. Everyone was laughing at her outburst.
-Pillow fight-
Betsie tucked the camera onto bubble's counter top, and set it to take pictures every 30 seconds. Just as she turned around, a pillow plopped onto her face. Bubbles was giggleing like crazy and jumping on the bed, that was supplied with at least 10 pillows. Betsie felt an overwhelming urge fill her chest as a smile broke loose on her face and she squealed, jumping onto the bed. She quickly picked up a pillow as Buttercup and Blossom joined and they all started whacking each other with the soft items.
A couple of times, the girls would use thier super stregnth to knock someone down, almost getting trampled between small feet and a soft ground. Once, when Betsie was knocked down, She looked up to see night gown straps slipping off thier shoulders, or their loose night gown pants slipping slightly to reveal blue, pink or green underwear, before they pulled their pants back up. Betsie could only wonder what pictures where getting caught for Tyler.
Then, a beautiful sight unfolded as the feathers from the pillows began flowing everywhere. The girls just squealed more and continued to whack each other. Betsie was laughing as she was just now directing her attacks on Bubbles, when she heard Buttercup said behind her something like "Protect Bubbles!" And she was knocked to free fall to one side, making her feather filled world dizzy as she collapsed. She was giggling like crazy now, but when she opened her eyes, she saw blond hair on the floor, on the side of the bed. Betsie felt a cold sweat run through her body as she touched her head. It was her normal wind swpet rowdyruff hair. She looked back to the giggling mess of feathers to see if anyone noticed, but they were still a giggling mess, oblivious to the wig off the hidden guy's head.
Betsie swept up the wig, gave her pants one more tug to stay around her hips and ran to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and tried to get the wig back on. But any angle she put it on her head, or how many times she rotated it, it wouldn't look right. She took the Scrunchie out from the wig, hoping it would make more sence to fit on, but it just made a bigger blond mess of hair in her hands. Betsie was really starting to worry when she heard outside the bathroom, "Hey, where's Betsie?" Betsie wimpered and whipped out her phone, typed the number 2 in her dial, and clicked the answer button. Brick's speed number immediantly started to dial.
"I think she's in the bathroom." She heard one of them answer.
"Yo?" Brick asked, a bit sleepy.
"Dude, I am freaking out, the wig fell off and its not making any sence! I can't fit it back on my frickn' head!" Betsie almost sobbed into the phone. How could a fun moment like this go so wrong?
"Leave her alone, she's probably on her period." Betsie could distinctly hear blossom say. The hell is a period?
"What how'd it get off your head? You know what, we're coming." Brick answered.
"We're? Dude, Don't bring-" Brick hanged up. "Butch..." Betsie groaned. She paced the bathroom for 30 seconds, feeling absolutly horrified that someone might jump into the bathroom. She eventually just locked the doors. After 1 minute from when she called brick, there was a tap at the bathroom window. She almost felt she would burst with releif.
"Oh thank goodness! Get in here!" Betsie snapped. She opened the window and they flew in. "Why did you bring butch?" Betsie whispered.
"Because I wasn't losing sleep without Butch losing sleep too." Brick said, taking out a comb and a brush. He looked at the bundle of blond and looked back at Betsie with a "Really?" Look.
"This is what I have to work with?" He asked.
"Listen, you know I can't do anything with my hands!" She groaned. "And keep your voices down! There are three girls in the next room that has been wondering what I've been doing in here for the past four minutes!" Betsie whispered.
"girls? Oh yeah, I forgot we were at the powerpuff girls's house." Butch said, waking up. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind seeing they're ex-boyfriend." Butch said, looking in the mirror to try to fix his bedhead hair. Betsie grabbed his arm.
"You are not going out there!"Betsie complained. She swears, all they ever want to do is embarrasss her! Brick grabbed her chin and brought it around so she was facing him.
"I gotta get this on straight boomer!" Brick said sounding frustrated. Betsie giggled alittle to herself, because this sounded alot like the first time Brick tried to get her into this.
"But I gotta make sure Butch doesn't escape!" Betsie said. Brick looked confused.
"What are you taking about? He's already gone."
"What?!" Betsie screamed, turning to see a towel in her hand instead of his arm. She thought his mucsles felt a little flabby.
You're head!" Brick said, frustrated, turning her head back straight.
"Butch!" Betsie said. She whacked Brick's flitting finger away from her hair, and pulled down on the wig. She double checked in the mirror to see if it looked ok. It looked a little less like hair and more like a wig than hse'd want, but ,again, BUTCH! She ran out the door, to see him peeking past the Blossom's bedroom door, to see if they're in there.
"Butch!" Betsie yelled out, and jumped on his back. He fell to the floor, making a big thud sound.
"Butch?" Betsie heard Buttercup's voice echo from downstairs. They must be making s'mores.
"dude, get off me!" Butch groaned. Betsie dragged Butch off his feet and pushed him into Blossom's room, and closed the door. Buttercup climbed up to the top of the stairs.
"What was that thud? Why were you yelling Butch's name? What's going on?" Buttercup said, walking to Betsie's side, her back to the bathroom.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhh..." Betsie moaned looking at her. She stood expectantly, waiting for the answer. Just then, Brick opened the bathroom door, looking mad because he was just blown off in the bathroom, and losing sleep because of this mess.
"You can fly right? I always wanted to see that! HAHAHAHA!" Betsie cried nervously. She had grabbed Buttercup by the arms, and threw her over the railing.
"WAH!" She screamed out.
"Boomer, I-" Brick began, But Betsie grabbed him and threw him in Blossom's room too, just as Buttercup flew back up the stairs.
"Betsie, that wasn't very nice!" Buttercup snapped.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhh..." Betsie moaned again, but Buttercup just started laughing.
"But it was fun! C'mon we're making s'mores!" She said, grabbing her arm.
"But!" Betsie protested. Then, Blossom came up.
"Hey guys, whatcha doing up here, the fun's downstairs? We're melting the marshmellows in the toaster." Blossom said. Blossom was really excited, She was having fun and finally having some real bonding time with her sisters!
"Where are you going?" Betsie asked, sorta blocking the door.
"I'm getting my slippers, the kitchen floor is cold." Blossom said.
"You can't do that! becuase..." Betsie said, looking between the two sisters. Then she heard the knob behind her twist, and figured they were trying to get out the room again, so she shoved them both off the stair railing, laughing loudly nervously. Betsie turned around to the door.
"The frick?!" Betsie asked sharply. Butch tossed her the slippers, and she scoffed, "Thanks."
"Whatever." and he shut the door. They just floated back up the stairs. Buttercup was laughing.
"Why?" Blossom asked.
"Surprise!" She said nervously, and gave her the slippers. Blossom shrugged and went back down the stairs. Buttercup was about the follow when she just remembered something.
"So. why were you yelling Butch's name?" Buttercup asked.
"Uhhh-" Betsie started.
"Why? You jealous?" They heard butch's voice ring out from behind the door. Betsie cursed herself.
"uhhhhh, Whats that over there!?" She yelled pointing in a random direction. But Buttercup didn't move. She didn't want to do it again, cause it was kinda getting old, but it seemed like the only option. She shoved her off the stairs. Besides, she didn't mind.
"Wah! ow!" Betsie heard Buttercup yell, and Bubbles' voice that yelled out in pain. Betsie yanked open the door to see Butch sitting in Blossom's desk chair with a victouirous smirk in his face, and Brick was looking at Blossom's dresser top, seeming lost in his memories.
"Go, go go!" Betsie whispered sharply, pointing them to Buttercup's room, the other room, they weren't using. They ran over there and Brick turned around.
"Your hair!"
"Don't care! go!" Betsie said. When they closed the door, Buttercup and Bubbles floated up rubbing thier heads.
"Sooooo sorry!" Betsie said.
"It's ok, I just came to get you." Bubbles said. Buttercup floated around her and checked Blossom's room.
"And for the record, Im not jealous, Butch can do whatever he wants." Buttercup said, throwing her hands in the air and floating back down.
"Ahahah, yeaa..." Betsie said, looking back at the room, while half following bubbles. At the bottom, she got an idea, and fake shivered.
"I'm cold, aren't you? I'll just get my sweater!" Betsie said running back upstairs. Brick finished her hair. She stuck her sweater over her head. She never felt more relieved than when she watched them fly off into the dark of the morning.
Well, thats part one of the sleepover! I decided to make it two parts, since it was getting a little long. Enjoy! The chapter after the next chapter's idea was given to me by Quanktumspirit. I thought it was good.