A.N.- Hey there, Peeps! I sorry I'm not around to be my ever so charming self randomly though out this chapter but it was alot to get down and i didn't have anything to joke or explain so yeah. No a.n.'s

Brick: "What do you mean no- holy shizz there's no A.N.'s. What the hell is wrong with you lately!"

You're ever so supportive like i said nothingg to explain or joke about. Now that we got into the actual story... 13 chapters in, I'm being alittle more serious. I got all the fun and randomness of my system beforehand. And you know shizz changes over the years.

"We're getting old..."

Definitely. Start the show... NOW!

Blossom's P.O.V-

I stared at my notes as if it were some ancient hierogliphic. It doesnt even resemble my hand writing. well... maybe if you turn it on its side it kinda looks like... maybe Dexter's hand writing when he's chicken scratching his chalk board with math problems.

I smiled alittle at that, trying for the umpteenth time to read this. i kinda feel bad. i vaguely remember in the first fifteen minutes i was following along with the lesson just fine. Taking notes but then i just zoned out and when i looked back Dexter ambushed my notebook. And she seems so passionate about this lesson too. Poor Ms. Winstrauton. I silently pray she doesn't notice my disrespecting the sacred pact between teachers and students.

Maybe if i just look at each word individually and- "Blossom!" i slammed my book down, shut it and covered it with a textbook- which was apparently supposed to be open- as if this would hide its contents. Which it "does".

"Yes, Ms. Winstrauton?" i say trying trying to ignore the 32 eyes flickering in my directions, probably because of all the noise, but you know at least not all of them are staring.

"...Right..." Ms. Winstrauton just blinked at me before turning her attention to somewhere behind me. "Ms. May." She says brushing off the whole ordeal like nothing just happened.

"Hm?" A voice chimes in casually.

"Please wake up Ms. Utonium, we wouldn't want her to miss out on anything, would we?"

"Well sure" I turned back to see Buttercup face down on the desk- hopefully not drooling. Brigget makes a show of poking and prodding at her for a bit but as soon as Ms. Winstrauton carried on with the lesson she let's out a swift kick at Buttercup's side.

It landed with actually a pretty good thud, it was a solid blow, a pretty satisfying sound if anything. Just as quickly Buttercup reached out and grabbed her foot. I couldn't help but smirk when i saw how hard May was trying to look sorry, pouting- hiding behind her brunette locks under Buttercup's glare.

She probably had a few choice words she wanted to share. It's a shame the bell blared just then, a clear demand to head to our next class. "You're so lucky, May." She pushed her leg away with a sigh. "Later, Bloss." Just like that she all but drags her out the class...

...I guess it's my turn. I stared down at my books trying not to get lost in my thoughts again. I don't know why I'm so distracted today. When i noticed the first few students filing through it hit me that i should... Go. I have English next. I stood and pushed past afew students lingering at the door, halls and stair case. Maybe they were biding their time before class, or just skipping. I didn't waste my time scolding them about the importance of being punctual, or reminding them that their grades would be affected by this. I closed my eyes instead, trying to drown out the voices and giggles bombarding the walls.

I just need a moment to let muscle memory give my brain some rest.

If only the walk was alittle longer. Before i knew it, i was at my table being greeted by two sets of blue eyes and glasses. I gave a weak smile in return, Bubbles' dropped. "So, Bloss. How's your day been going?" She adjusts her glasses casually, accusingly.

"It's been alright, really." And it has, i just haven't been paying attention to it. She didn't seem convinced. "Dexter, what are we doing?"

"Well, we're advised to-" He didn't get too far before she cut him off.

"But, you were late." She says this like it's concrete evidence to a crime i commited by sitting in my seat. Even going as far as removing her reading glasses and closing her book. Either I'm missing something or I'm more tired than i thought.

"Yes, Bubs, I'm late. You were late 6 times last week." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Now, you're being defensive."

"I'm not being defensive."

"She says defensively..."

"How do you expect me to not be defensive, when all you've done since i sat down is throw cryptic accusations at me, rapid fire?" I sighed attempting to calm down abit. I need a breather. And really, who needs being interrogated by someone using black and white detective show tactics? Bubbles seemed to want to lay off as well. Although never the brightest, her intuition has always made up for it ten fold. God, I could never be more greatful.

"Look for the past two weeks you've been just... On edge. Everything gets to you. In the angry way not in your usual... 'Worry wortty selfie'." She put on her glasses and turned her attention back to her book.

"I'm..." Fine? Irritated at her passing comment? "I'm tired. Ive hardly had more four hours of sleep in almost three weeks."

"Three weeks?" Dexter finally decided to join the conversation he was pushed out of. "Why didn't you tell me? I'm aware of your problem with traditional medicine but I'm more than qualified to find some sort of way to give my assistance."

"I'm fine, Dexter." I said laying my head on the table. I think im starting to accept im going to get nothing done today... I'll just work on everything tonight.

"Please, I'm sure you can find better company to use that line on later." He said dismissing any arguments. I looked up at him, just watching him. "I can cure simple insomnia. 5:30." I wasn't exactly annoyed by his behavior. Something told me he didn't even spare me a glance as he threw out my protest. It's the way he is. Everything is so simple to him. He says it and thats the way it is, and if it's not; he'll make it be. Maybe slightly cold, yeah, but he does care. Especially with the way his hand keeps touching his journal, gently biting his lip. Or maybe he's just begging to go back to his comfort zone. Neither would surprise me.

I couldn't help being... Maybe alittle cheeky as i took a peak at his paper. "Thats wrong, you know."

He dropped -slammed- his pencil on the table and looked at me as if i crossed all his lines with that one statement "Nonsense. It says right here-"

"The trees aren't actually trees. They're a metaphor for growth or life or something. No one desperately needs trees that much..." Bubbles said scribbling away doodles. He gave a perplexed look then glared at his paper.

"Oh..." He said. "I thought it was a serious case of objectophila. I was planning of speaking to the teacher about pushing ideals on stupid impressionable minds." Suddenly the sound of scribbling stopped and i dared to lift my head in fair warning that being punched in the face hurts. And it does. He smiles doing a great job at looking docile. "Such as us students" Bubbles and i continued to stare. "...Such as I."

Well at least Bubbles seemed pleased. Funnily enough Bubbles and Dexter are actually close friends. She might be part of the reason he's more laid back now, since when she's around he actively has to use smaller words and quote unquote chill. I laid my head back down and idly watched them chat about absolutely nothing. I dont have the energy to join in even if i wanted to.

Watching them talk like this... It kinda makes me wonder what else they have in common. It's weird how they've almost adapted to being around eachother. They really get along. Maybe it's cause their schedule almost completely matches. Whatever it is it's kinda-

"Blossom" Dexter put a paper on my head, homework? I grabbed it and looked it over. Classwork. How do i know? Well big bold letters at the top kinda give me a solid hunch. I looked back at him. Normally id panic you know cause i know nothing about the story, but...

It's already filled out.

"Dont get to excited. He's the one that did it..." She giggled.

I look back at the paper, wordlessly. Trees, huh?

Instead of defending himself he stared packing up acting as if he either didnt hear her words or his pencil case had far more value to him. He put on his bag and the second he turned to leave the bell rang. Well there's an other class gone to waste. "How the heck does he do that..." I turn to Bubbles she's apparently finished with doodling because she too busy looking at him as he turns in his paper.

"Huh?"

"That bell thing. I see him all day and it's like he turns into a robot afew seconds before the bell. It's freakin' creepy. Nice alarm system tho." She then laughs at her own joke as she stuffs all her things into het bag.

"He doesnt like the crowds in the hallway."I could help joining in with an attempt at a small chuckle. She finishes and stands apparently waiting for me. Not a long wait since i didn't take out anything anyway.

We hand in our papers, or i guess hers and dexter's unofficial second assignment. I was so shocked i didnt thank him... God, how useless can i be today. Bubbles didn't seem to mind that i was quiet on our walk to meet up with Buttercup. Of course she was late coming in to the only class she took seriously...

"I'm sorry but i scored amazingly on my placement tests. On every subject. Why is English and Biology my only APs?"

"You are also part of a team aren't you?"

"Well, yes."

"Well, teams are treated differently than individuals."

"Why?"

"Tell me, is your dynamic good in your team?"

"I guess so..."

"We wouldn't have accepted you if it weren't one of the best we've seen. Do you have any moves that need more than one of you."

"We do..."

"Which means your powers are dependent on or in synergy with your sisters."

"Yes..."

"So you're better as a team. If only one of you were a available in an emergency, you might pull through. But it wouldnt be as easy, or as likely."

"But-"

"-We do not risk our students safety for trivial things such as 'APs'. A team of supers- so it has been since this school was founded- to be effective has to have atleast two members in the same class at all times. I'm sorry Ms. Utonium but we tested your sisters as well. And your sister Bubbles Utonium was the only one to match your AP ranking. And that was in English."

I know it makes sense on paper... But do we even have go to the bathroom together? When one of us are absent does it have to change our entire schedule? We get to class just to get a hall pass to drag back the freaking sloth who won't. get out. of the bathroom! Part of me -the really tired and overdramatic part- almost wanted to cry. I hush Glitter away to keep from doing so. Not that she's around to do so. But I think it's mainly from frustration, so the last thing i need is to "look at the bright side..." Though i do miss her. Half way through week two she just stopped talking to me... Maybe i should bring it up to Dexter tonight.

Again I'm just really happy bubbles- "You know... " God, kill me. "If you keep pacing like that you might break the floor-" I'm pacing? "-Which would be fine, honestly but... We're on the second floor." She smiled softly. There's a weird look in her eye i can't place.

I sighed, and stopped pacing, or well i chose leaning against the wall next to bubbles instead. "Sorry." A simple phrase, really. I truthfully don't even know why im apologizing. Buttercup should be the one apologizing... But i did.

"It's okay. I used to have nightmares all the time and you'd have to deal with me being just horrible to everyone. I don't know how you did three weeks" She chuckled. I don't know if it was because she was pulling up a private memory or if she just had nothing to say. I decided to throw her a bone anyway noone should have to talk to a wall.

"I'd take naps in the middle of the park sometimes." I quietly, as if it was some kind of huge private secret.

"Like a homeless person?"

"Like a homeless person."

"Why?" She sounded more interested than shocked or... Judgy.

"I don't know. Maybe it's all the people it just doesn't happen therr. I'd lean against a tree, sit in the shade and all's good."

"What if something happens?" I smiled, maybe my first real one all day.

"Ive been blasted through building, set on fire, and shot down fron the sky. What-" suddenly the door opened -finally- and buttercup stepped out, already dressed in her gym clothes. "Your kidding me... You... You were dressing in there that whole time!?"

"Relax, Super Peach. I know better than to make you wait over something like this... You wouldn't let me forget it." She said it that last one under her breath and walked passed us. "Now if you excuse me... I have a snot noesed idiot to kill." I marched after her with Bubbles close behind.

"Well then what happened." I said really trying not to sound beyond peeved.

"Mitch freakin' Mitchelson happened. Last night we went out to play some basketball and i said something about how his form looks like someone just hit him in the back with a car and somehow only broke his wrist."

"Okay..?" I didn't seem to get how this long winded story fits in but bubs apparently found it hilarious.

"So we went home and everything was cool. To me at least. I come in. All's cool. We go to algebra. All's cool. When i open my locker to get my gym clothes it's full of worms and dirt! And then i found this!" She hands me a note like it's the answer to everything and bubbles being bubbles seems to feed off that energy.

"What does it say?" What is wrong with my family...

"'Guess who-'" i didn't far before buttercup began playing detective again.

"I'll tell you what it says! 'Guess who'll look like they've been run over by a car when blossom finds out they're late.'" That's... Not all it says.

"Yeah that's part of it." She quickly snatched it back. I really dont see why she gave it to me if i wasn't supposed to read it.

"What else does it say?" If bubbles wasn't interested before... She made a quick grab for it.

"Nothing!" Buttercup held it over her head and bubbles actually jumps for it. I'm surrounded by children.

I smile at them, as buttercup hides her note like it's some kind of weird ransom love letter.

The day went by pretty quickly after that. I walked out of the school with buttercup and brigget in tow. Brigget, seemed more interested in staring at the sky than listening to whatever her best friend had to say. Me, lost in trying to tuning the two of them out. And buttercup complaining to a silent wall.

We split up like that and i hardly noticed it.

Odd day.

Time skip

I decided to go to the park. Bubbles did invite Dexter and me to go get pizza but im sleepy and Dexter had to make something to make me... Sleepy enough to actually stay asleep.

So here i am posted against what's quickly becoming my favorite tree, reading a book i don't know the name to, on a chapter i honestly can't tell if i passed. Probably.

But it's comfortable, familiar. Like im not slowly losing my sense of time. I'm not stupid enough to convince my self that that's not what's happening. But i don't understand why. Subconsciously. I'm hoping staring at this book would help me figure it out. I remeremember that day. Vaguely.

Glitter latched herself to me that day. How could i forget it? And it hurt. My gods, it hurt. But... I'm not... I mean it wasn't the first time ive been zapped and stuffed in a machine. Not even willingly like that time was. Then why do i still feel...

"So. How's that page treatin' yah?" I jumped and slammed my book shut. I'm really going to have to sit down and have a talk with my self about this.

"Fi-" i looked up, blushing, thats when i noticed... His eyes.

Buttercup's POV-

Brigget seemed to linger on Blossom's back when she walked away. She's probably thinking but honestly... It's hard to tell what she's thinking sometimes. When blossom finally got out of ear shot, I openly frowned.

"What-"

"What's going on with your sister?" I couldn't tell if she was dodging my question or if that was really an accident...

"What are you on about?"

"You didn't notice? She seemed out of it."

"Well... I guess but blossom's always weird like that." She keeps her thoughts to herself. Why would i need to dig at something that has nothing to do with me. "Look, i dont remember doing anything to set her off lately. If that's what you mean. I've been a good girl. Honest."

"I'm not accusing you of anything. Im just asking if you notice." Does everything have to be a riddle now?

"Fine I'll bite. Notice what?" I fake a gasp to really sell that she has my attention. And i get a pretty good eye roll out of it. Lucky me.

"How should i know? You're the one that lives with her?" Good point. Still a shame i don't see it.

"Well why do you care so much, you're not even friends. Since when did you two become close enough to read each others' feelings."

"First. I consider everyone my friend. Unless they're not..." She looked like she got a bad taste in her mouth when she said that. "And second... I wouldn't have but it's been like a week since i noticed and it's concerning."

"Ill keep an eye out or whatever if it makes you happy." She nodded and smiled at me.

"Thanks."

We continued walking, talking about nothing much. Just like regular stuff when she suddenly stopped. Like just stopped. "Okay. What's your problem today?"

"I have to go." She turned around and started shuffling away. Honestly that had to be the fastest ive ever seen her go. I'd be shocked and impressed if i wasnt peeved out of my mind.

"What do you mean you have to go? You've been quiet and distant all day! We finally -finally- have a normal conversation and now you have to go?"

"I'm sorry-" i cut her off, not wanting another remix on the apology I've been hearing all day.

"No! Tell me what your problem is." Then she started jogging. Holy- no... Now's not the time to be hella impressed. I'm angry darn it.

"Buttercup. I'll tell you later. You need to go." She's really not getting it... I was going to give her a piece of my mind when an explosion rang out right in front of me.

It's not like i dont see these things every day. But when you don't expect it you might as well have sucked an entire wasps nest into your lungs. In only happened afew yards in front of me too. "Brigget..." I was about to shout for her this time when the dust cleared enough for me to make out two figures. I slowly walked closer to make out what was going on. Wait... Is that... brick? A much older, taller, less baby faced version of brick i almost gasped what i noticed that it was my best friend he had his grubby little hands on. His hands were around her neck and he seemed to be saying something in a less than friendly manner. "Hey!" They didn't break eye contact. I'm really sick of being ignored today.

I dashed forward, I cant take my frustration out on her so i figured it's a god send for a nice little punching bag to literally fall into my lap.

i could feel the heat off his cheek before i got plowed into the wall. "This doesn't concern you, peach fuzz."

...God, no.

I couldnt tell if i was more annoyed or humiliated when he planted his foot into my chest. But I think either or works right now. "You have two seconds to move that foot." I glared at him, and i am serious. Even if he seemed to be amused at my warning. It might be that I'm maybe just alittle winded by the sucker punch he sent my way.

"Or what?" He said grinding his foot in.

"Or I'll remove it from your body." Again, I'm serious. "Get off now, and i might let you keep it after" he started laughing and seemed like he wanted to say something equally obnoxious when Boomer landed.

"Just get off her, bro. You said she wasn't in this. So cut it out." He said quietly. "Please..." Butch lifts his foot, and the psychopath actually seems disappointed.

"Fine. Look, get lost. Ruffs only and all that." I stood up slowly. I swear to myself that I'll never admit that he has an impressive arm...

"And leave you with Brigget? Go screw yourself." I grab him by the collar, swiftly pull my arm back and connect my fist to the side of his jaw. I dont hold back. Flying back a few yards is way better than losing a leg. I did him a favor.

"...Okay. He deserved that." I turn to Boomer who seemed to want to go over to his side. Let him. I have other things to deal with. "You know... You're only getting in the way." He grabbed my wrist as i turned away and i really dont want to be touched right now. I'm seriously tired of this game.

"Listen here pip squeak-" a sharp pain rang through the back of my head then...

Nothing.

Brick's PoV-

"Brick-" when she said my name my hand involuntarily clenched. Stupid move if i want answers but, i couldn't stop it.

It pissed me off

"Don't you dare interrupt me. You think after everything you put us through you can just walk around here playing... What ever this is." I don't know why but this stupid get up she has going is irritating.

"Hey... harsh... I spent a really...long time making this outfit." She chuckled faintly. She hasn't tried fighting back or pulling my hands away even though I know she can't hold out longer than i can actively try to kill her.

"I'm not talking about your stupid clothes, B."

"So you like it? Awe... Im getting... all choked up." She gave a short wheeze laugh thing again. "Get it?" I stared at her. While she just smirked back. The problem was the smirk wasn't threatening or unnerving. I almost doubted that she was even the same person. The only thing that reassured me that it was infact the right person is that her neck isn't broken yet.

When a loud crash sounded behind me i fought the urge to turn and give her any openings. She however did and her face dropped. "What was that?"

"What ever it was. Ths boys aren't too far behind, they'll handle it." I smirked, she seemed torn for a second. Its as if a few seconds ago she wasn't joking about the situation at all.

"Call them off." It was a simple statement. I don't even think it was an order.

The boys were here. I turned, and was met with a... Situation.

"What...?" One of those puff girls was unconscious against the wall. Boomer was holding a less that happy Butch going through with one of his tantrums, and an unconscious puff sprawled across the floor. "What's she...?"

"I was followed." Followed?

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! Can't a girl have a few admirers? Friends?" In her defense she does seem almost offended i said that.

"You don't have 'friends'" Butch said apparently over what happened. "And she doesn't seem like one of your usual... 'Admirers'. Two strikes. Last shot. What the hells are you getting at."

"Fine." I almost forgot i was holding her when she effortlessly shifted away from me. "She's useful to me. Happy?"

"I'm never happy"

"He's never happy"

Butch punched him in the shoulder. "Oww..."

"Look. I'd love to catch up boys. Trust me. And we will. But later." She starts retreating when Butch grabs her.

"What makes you think I'm letting you go?"

She scans us over. Again not pulling or reacting to being manhandled if anything now she's actively trying to retreat. I looked at her... Companion. Still breathing evenly. Bea seems too docile when i grabbed her... Then that doubled as soon as she noticed her litte partner.

She knew she was being followed. And didn't try that hard to get away. Let her keep up, and puffs from what i remember aren't that hard to lose... They were together? But the distance. I only saw Bea turn the corner running when i dashed. She was running away from her? No. That doesn't make sense. She would have been more than capable of losing her if she was actively trying to get away, now she's refusing to be hostile. 'Useful' huh?

That leaves three conclusions. She was leading her away to encasipate her and we just did the grunt work. She's been sent as part of a 'game' of Him's and it doesn't involve us. "Because, you have an image to uphold around here. And it doesn't envovle beating up a young, innocent, defenseless girl, does it?" Or, fighting could damage the 'cargo'.

Either way. It makes sense for her to disengage right now. There's nothing to gain from this encounter...

For either of us.

"Why you-"

"Let her go" i said.

"What!? After that? One puff gets hurt in the cross fire and suddenly we're making plans for picnics!! Well fraqin' great and good Brick! W-"

"Enough, Okay! What? We get back and the first thing we do is gang up on some girl and the local hero? Let go." He started shaking but let go of her any way. "But you. After you take care that. I want answers."

She smiled. "What makes you think I'll come clean just cause you 'spared' me, oh great one? "

"You say that like i expect you to. Or like you had to for me to get my answers in the first place."

She turned and picked up her companion, and begun to retreat. "Fine. I'll take care of the girl i didn't do anything to now, i guess."

"Welp, I'm going for a walk." Boomer carelessly as he walked off. Butch just looked at me, nodded and flew off.

That left me to walk in a rndom direction on my own. Suddenly home seemed unappealing.

Why are my siblings so hopeless?

A.N- Thanks for making it past what's probably my longest chapter... Ever.

Brick: "no, there's no probably. That's the longest. I keep track cause you refuse to when you write around in circles. Trust me, i know."

Pfft... I do not write around in circles. That sounds like way too much work.

"right, denial. Fun isn't it?"

... Yes.

But that's besides the point! My next few updates will just be me editing the prelogue for the second time.

"That's right, all of that was edited to make more sense before. Puts things in perspective, huh?

Hey! It's not that confusing... Anyway Here kitty, kitty is our next scheduled program so be sure to catch that, See yah!