Today was Saturday. Finally! I glanced at the clock and groaned as I rolled over on my side. 11:15 am.

Whoa, I was up pretty early, considering the fact that I fell asleep at around three or four in the morning. My head throbbed with pain, making me grunt in aggravation. Just as I began to get out of bed to ask Blossom for a Tylenol, my lime green iPhone vibrated as the screen lit up a bright blue. I reached for it on my nightstand and squinted at the screen. It was a text message from Mitch.

'hey, bc. still mad at me?'

I rolled my eyes and typed a response.

'what the hell do u think?'

After a few minutes, the screen lit up again.

'im sorry. tell u what… come by to my house for a game of football?'

I thought for a moment. What did I have to lose?

'ok. see u at 12:30. still pissed, though!'

I threw the covers off of me and sprinted to the bathroom. The door was closed, and I could hear a high, squeaky voice singing "Speak Now" by Taylor Swift. As much as I would love to say that I felt content at the moment, there would be two things wrong with that theory:

Taylor Swift's songs are sappy and annoying, and Bubbles was hogging the damn bathroom as usual.

"Don't say yes—run away now

I'll meet you when you're out

Of the church at the back door

Don't wait—or say a single vow

You need to hear me out

And they said speak now"

I covered my ears and screamed.

"Bubbles, hurry up!"

The shower water stopped. I heard footsteps. Then, she snatched the door open.

"Why?"

"It'll only take fifteen minutes!" I exclaimed, pushing her out of the steamy bathroom.

I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, then rushed out of the bathroom, leaving a startled Bubbles.

I scampered into my room and threw on a pair of lime green Victoria's Secret jogging capris. And, no, I don't shop there at all. Bubbles bought a pair of baby blue ones for her, green for me, and pink for Blossom. Said she caught it on a buy-two-get-one-free sale. What can I say? They're pretty comfy.

I threw on a My Chemical Romance band tee shirt with a black background and lime green block letters that read:

'Sing it out.'

After that, I laced up my black Converse with neon green shoelaces. I whipped my hair into a quick piecey ponytail with my long bangs swept to the side. I dashed into Blossom's room. Sure enough, she wasn't in there. Blossom was always up before us, so she must have been in the kitchen or the living room.

I bolted down the stairs and ran into the living room where Blossom was lounging on the couch, her ginger-tinted hair thrown up into a messy bun. She was wearing a light pink camisole and her hot pink Victoria's Secret capris.

When she noticed me, she looked up and smiled slightly.

"Where are you going?"

"Mitch's house for some football."

Her smile turned to a frown.

"I thought I told you not to hang out with him."

I sighed as Bubbles descended down the stairs, her damp hair up in a high ponytail. She wore her baby blue Victoria's Secret capris and a white

tank top with fuzzy blue bath slippers.

"What's up?" she asked as she plopped on the couch beside us.

"She wants to go to Mitch's house," Blossom stated.

"Buttercup…"

I looked down, avoiding their eye contact.

"I told him I would be there in fifteen minutes. I don't wanna stand him up or anything…"

"Buttercup, why would you—above all people—spare Mitch's feelings? You used to despise him a few days ago!" Blossom raged, standing from her seat.

"I was just going to play some football!"

"Just you and Mitch?"

"Yes!"

"You can't play football with two people, Buttercup."

"Whatever! I'm going! I'll be back in a few hours."

I turned and walked towards the door.

"Buttercup—wait!"

I turned my head to see Bubbles face-to-face.

"Can you please just tell Mitch that you can't make it? Just once? Can we—as sisters—just have a day, together?"

"Yeah. We could go to the park or something!" Blossom chimed in.

"I wanna play football!"

It was silent for a moment.

"Can we come with you?" Bubbles pleaded quietly, twiddling her thumbs.

"Would it be fair?" I asked thoughtfully.

Blossom pondered the idea for a moment.

"I've got it! Buttercup, text Butch and ask him if him and his brothers would like to come!"

"Yeah that would be great! Wait. That would make it four against three…"

"Oh, well! We're just looking for fun, right?" Bubbles said friskily.

"You're right!" I exclaimed. I ran upstairs and grabbed my iPhone before racing back down to my sisters.

"I better ask Mitch if it's okay first."

I typed up my message to Mitch and sent it. It read:

'hey, can I bring butch, boomer, brick, and my sisters?'

It didn't take long for him to respond.

'umm…whatever. i guess so, but I was really hoping to just be with you alone. go ahead and bring them…

I don't care.'

I nodded to my sisters and quickly found Butch's number in my phone.

'hey butchie! wanna bring ur brothers and come meet me and my sisters at mitchs house? Its football time!'

We waited a few minutes before my screen lit up.

'umm…yea, yea! sure bc I'll be over there…will mitch care?'

I eagerly messaged him back.

'mitch doesn't care! come on wit ur brothers!'

I grabbed my sisters' arms and dashed out of the door. Bubbles left a note on the refrigerator telling Professor and mom where we were going. After Bubbles and Blossom laced up their sneakers, we took off into the sky, leaving a trail of green, pink, and blue in the sky that Townsville hasn't seen together in years.

Butch's Point of View –

I was sitting on my bed, alone in my room, moping over what had happened Friday, when she sent me a text. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that it was Buttercup! She had asked me to bring my brothers to go play football with her and her sisters at Mitch's house. I was reluctant at first, but I was soon eager to go. Maybe this could be the day that Buttercup finally sees!

I rushed to tell my brothers and throw on some clothes. The only thing that could get my good mood down was Mitch. And I wasn't about to let that happen. Not today.

"So… are you sure that Blossom's gonna be there?" Brick asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, why?"

"Blossom doesn't seem like the type to play football."

"Well, she's gonna be there."

Boomer blushed, twiddling his thumbs with his hands clasped over his lap, humming nervously.

"Bubbles is gonna be there, too, Booms."

Boomer blushed an even deeper shade of pink, grinning like a fool.

"If you say so," Brick finally replied. We took off into the skies towards my destiny. There's too, sort of. But mostly mine. I had a heart to win, and nothing could get in the way of that.