Chapter 5

Buttercup landed on the driveway gracefully and checked her phone. 11:57. She was right on time. She walked up to her front door as the crickets chirping away in the quiet night.

Once she unlocked the door with her key and stepped inside she called out, "Hey dad, I'm home. I would also like to note that the time is now 11:58!"

She slid off her black leather jacket and hung it up on the rack next to Blossoms sweater. The kitchen light was on but the house was silent, she guessed her sisters were already home and asleep. Professor Utonium must be in the kitchen drinking his tea waiting for her to check in. Buttercup hated that he waited up on them. She walked forward into the light and around the corner into the kitchen and her heart jumped to her throat.

Professor was standing there leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, looking exhausted and angry. Blossom was sitting at the kitchen table, her face was red and soaked from obvious hours of crying. As Buttercup looked more around the room, she saw broken glass on the floor.

"Where in the hell have you been?" the professor demanded monotonously.

"I was at Andrew's where I told you I would be," Buttercup said speaking softly while her heart started to pound, she really didn't want to piss off the professor.

"And did you do anything you weren't supposed to tonight?" the professor continued to asked with a scowl.

"No, I just drank soda and water all night and I played with the band and that was it," Buttercup replied trying to make it sound convincing.

"Oh I see," the professor said nodding his head, "so you were with those juveniles just now?"

"Whoa they're not juveniles for one ok?" Buttercup replied, "and yes I was with them and they just dropped me off."

"So where's your guitar?" the professor asked, "I didn't see you come in with it."

Fuck, Buttercup thought quickly, "Oh… shit I left it in his van I should text him and- and- just tell him I'll get it tomorrow."

When she did pull out her phone to send her pretend text she found a received text from Ace that read: Can't wait to hear your music

"Buttercup," the professor demanded loudly.

"Yes?" Buttercup said quickly and looked up at him.

"Elena was here and hour ago and dropped off your bass," the Professor stated calmly.

Buttercup felt her stomach sink like quick sand.

"Where the hell have you been?" the Professor screamed even make Blossom jump from the kitchen table.

Buttercup had fallen into a trap and there was no good way to smooth talk her way out of this one. Even before Buttercup could think up something the Professor started shouting again.

The Professor slapped the countertop loudly and started to scream at her, "You know it's time for you to start taking your life a little more seriously! You're going to be an adult soon time for you to start acting like one! Bubbles too! She around here with her head in the clouds and you hang out with those Juvenile lesbians-"

"Hey!" Buttercup shouted bag feeling her temper rise, "don't talk about them like that! They're good people! You know you're right, we're all going to be 18 in two months and we have a right to pick our own lives. We're not all going to be the 'Powerpuff Girls' anymore."

"As long as you are all living in my house and eating my food you'll do as I tell you!" the Professor screamed.

Blossom was trying hard to cry, Buttercup could feel tears welling up in her eyes too but she was to refused to show it.

The professor yawned and rubbed his temple, he needed to go to bed but of course he was going to go back into the lab to work for a few hours.

"Where's your sister?" the Professor grumbled as he kept rubbing his tired eyes.

"Huh?"

"I said," the professor reiterated loudly, "where is your goddamn sister?"

Buttercup jumped when he screamed at her and glanced down at Blossom. She shared a glance with Buttercup, her eyes with swimming with guilt.

Soon right after the front door slammed and Bubbles came running into the house breathlessly. She grabbed the door for support, folding onto the frame taking a few deep breaths before saying, "12 o'clock on the dot."

The professor and Buttercup both glanced at their phones, 12:00. She was right on time. The professor sighed and closed his eyes.

"Fine, I want all of you girls in bed now!" the professor declared and started to prepare another mug of coffee.

Blossom stood up and she and her sisters started to head upstairs. At the bottom step was Buttercups' guitar case leaned against the wall and her one small amp. She slung her guitar case over her shoulder which 'accidentally' hit Blossoms' shoulders as they all made their way up stairs. When they got to the top steps before either of them could do anything, Bubbles grabbed them both by their wrists and dragged them into her room. Once inside she shut the door behind them quietly.

"Did you tell him anything about what's going on with me?" she demanded.

"What are you talking about? It's not true right?" Blossom said crossing her arms sternly.

Buttercup rolled her eyes and Bubbles just sort of shrugged.

Blossom shook her head, "How did this happen? I told you to be careful and gave you…" Blossom said as her cheeks reddened, "You know protection."

"Why are you so scared of the word condom?" Buttercup said shouting the last word loudly and snickered.

Even Bubbles smiled for a second for the first time in weeks, Buttercup noticed.

"Keep your voice down!" Blossom shushed, "Bubbles how did this happen."

"Look it just happened ok?" Bubbles said with her bright blue eyes shining from tears, "I didn't mean for this to happen. But I talked to Boomer…"

"What'd he say?" Buttercup asked curiously.

Now Bubbles really smiled, "Well…we talked tonight and he told me that he loved me. He's going to join the police force full time. They even offered him benefits and health insurance and-"

"Bubbles! When dad finds out that you're pregnant he's going to be furious!" Blossom pointed out.

"So don't tell him," Buttercup stated.

"You have to tell him!" Blossom whispered, "Eventually he's going to realize it once you start to grow a full tummy."

"Blossom please," Bubbles said with her small shaky voice, "please don't tell him. I'm already freaking out and scared as it is. I really need you on my side, just please don't tell dad, please!"

Buttercup glared at Blossom.

Blossom looked between here sisters and shifted uncomfortably.

"C'mon princess," Buttercup encouraged, "stop being so perfect and lie for once."

"Bubbles how are you planning on hiding this?" Blossom asked.

"Boomers already signed up for the police force and everything," Bubbles pointed out, "he signed up when he found out I was pregnant and they offered him a one bedroom apartment by the base. We're going to move in together."

Buttercup was happy to hear this, she trusted Boomer. He was the sweetest out of all the Rowdy Ruff boys and Buttercup knew he really loved Bubbles. They had their ups and downs, there was a period of time when Boomer was becoming an alcoholic thanks to his idiot brothers. Bubbles almost left him then but Boomer changed and they made it through. Buttercup knew that the two of them loved each other, she secretly envied that. She never had the sort of connection with Butch or anyone really.

"Bubbles don't you think you're too young to move out and have a baby?" Blossom questioned.

"It's not ideal, this isn't what we planned. But I love Boomer, I know in my heart I always will and he loves me too," Bubbles exclaimed.

"And what about you?" Blossom said turning to Buttercup, "Where were you all night?"

"Out," Buttercup said calmly.

"Where?" Blossom pressed.

"With who?" Buttercup asked.

"Just an old friend you guys don't know him anymore," Buttercup lied but then again what she said wasn't entirely a lie, he was a different person now.

"What kind of old friend?" Buttercup asked playfully.

Buttercup grinned and felt her cheeks redden, "We'll see."

Bubbles and Buttercup giggled while Blossom just shook her head and yawned.

"Look I wont tell him," Blossom said and looked to Bubbles, "but you should!"

With that Blossom left Bubbles room straight to hers.

"Thank you little miss prefect," Buttercup said sarcastically.

"Seriously though," Bubbles asked with a small grin, "who were you out with?"

Buttercup ran her hand through her still damp hair thinking over her time with Ace. Sure he was hot but Buttercup didn't think that Ace liked her. She didn't trust him or want to get hurt by him…again.

"Is it Ace?" Bubbles pondered.

Buttercup raised her eye brows in surprise, "who did you…"

"Well when you said old friend I just sort of assumed," Bubbles shrugged, "how is he?"

"Different…" Buttercup stated still confused.

"Is he hot?" Bubbles questioned.

"Oh my god, incredibly so," Buttercup admitted thinking back to his wet tshirt.