Kitty Note: Well a lot of you guys guys guessed the Everybody Hates Chris reference but nobody got Terry :(. He's from the same show! Terry is based on Terry Crews, the dad from Everybody Hates Chris. Still can't believe nobody got it D:. Anyway here's the next chapter!
An Angel's Wish
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I still own nothing. WAAAHHH D':
Beta-ed by: Singing Bella :)
Buttercup went to work, exhausted. She slumped against the counter at her job.
"Feeling tired, love?" She groaned as she looked at who was talking to her. She saw it was the guy from the day before.
"Brett?" she asked. He grinned at her.
"The one and only love." he said as he leaned against the counter. Buttercup smirked.
"Well what do you want, Brett?" she asked, stretching as she did so.
"Actually, love, I don't want anything, I work here." He said motioning to his own uniform. Buttercup raised an eyebrow.
"You weren't working yesterday." she pointed out, wondering if he was stalking her. He laughed at her response.
"I was off yesterday." he said.
John came from the back. "Brett! Welcome back from your vacation! I hope everything went well." Brett nodded.
"It did, Mr. J. Thanks for giving it to me." the dark haired boy said, grinning crookedly as he brushed his bangs out of his eyes.
John shook his hands sheepishly. "No problem, Brett. You have worked a lot these past months. You deserved it." John then noticed Buttercup, who was staring at her boss with amusement.
"Brett I see you have met our newest employee, Buttercup." They both nodded.
"I see you finally fired Amy." John crossed his arms at the finally part.
"What do you mean by finally?" he asked as Brett grinned nervously.
"Well no offense Mr. J, everyone kind of hated her." he said truthfully.
John just shrugged. "I figured that. Well get to work, you too." he said as he went back to his office. Brett hopped over the counter.
"Well Love, wanna tell me a little about yourself?" he asked, as he made a caramel macchiato. Buttercup looked at him.
"Why?" she asked as she handed a woman her change.
"Well if we're going to be working together I want to know a little bit about you. Is that okay, love?" he asked as he handed the women the macchiato. The women flashed him a flirtatious smile and slipped him a piece of paper. Brett opened it and read it. He scoffed and threw it out.
Buttercup looked at him. "What was it?" she asked.
"Another number from another girl." he said.
"I guess I'm the heartthrob of the cafe." he added with a wink. Buttercup rolled her eyes with a smile. She glanced down at her ring. Brett reminded her so much of her fiancée. His purple eyes looked at Buttercup.
"Are you going to tell me about yourself? It's pretty slow until lunch time." Buttercup smirked.
"You're persistent. Fine. My name is Buttercup Utonium. I'm twenty- three. I like many things and I dislike many things. I have two sisters, Blossom and Bubbles. We're triplets but we look nothing alike. I'm engaged so don't get any ideas." Brett held his hands up in defeat at the last statement.
"Don't worry, you're too old for me anyway." he said, earning a glare from Buttercup.
"Your turn." she said. Brett chuckled.
"My name is Brett. I'm eighteen. I too like many things and dislike other things. I have a younger sister from my adoptive family. Her name is Rose. I have no idea if I have any biological siblings, because I'm adopted. I'd like to know who they are if I have any. I'm single but I'm waiting for that one special girl." Brett finished. Buttercup smiled at the last sentence.
"You'll find her. It's funny because my younger sister would have turned eighteen today." she sighed.
"Would have?" he asked. He realized how the older girl's whole demeanor changed. "You don't have to tell me. I mean if it's personal." he added. Buttercup smiled but it didn't reach her eyes.
"My parents were brutally murdered when my sisters and I were only five. My mother, Jennifer Keane Utonium, was pregnant when she died. Her due date was today eighteen years ago." Brett placed a hand on Buttercup's shoulder.
"I'm sorry." he said. The shorter girl wiped her eyes furiously.
"Its fine." she said, not looking up.
"Let's just get back to work."
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"BRAT!"
Brat dropped the frame she was holding because of the shriek that startled her. She started grumbling after she told one of her butlers to clean it up. Brat slammed open her sister's door. "What the fuck do you want Berserk?" she snarled at the redhead. Red met dark blue before a glass was thrown from the former. Brat dodged the cup before glaring at her sister expectantly.
"Get me a cafe macchiato." Berserk said as she started to file her blood red nails.
Brat raised an eyebrow."You want me to do what? Hell no. That's why we have maids." Right before she left, she heard footsteps coming towards her. Brat turned around to see Berserk's red eyes boring into her soul. She grinned sadistically.
"If you don't get me what I want, I'll tell little Boomie something you really don't want him to know. You don't want that, do you?" Berserk asked, tracing her nails across her sister's cheekbone.
The blond gulped. "Y-you wouldn't." she stuttered.
Berserk chuckled darkly as she grabbed the younger's chin. "Oh but I will. You want to get me what I want?" she asked. Brat nodded. "Good girl." Brat took her chin out of her sister's grip.
"I'll be back." she mumbled, walking out of her sister's grand room. The blond walked to her own room. She put on a Yankees baseball cap pulling her blond ponytail through the back. She put on a pair of sunglasses. Brat walked back into her sister's room. "Where do you want it from?" she asked Berserk.
"That new one near the nightclub. I heard that they're good." she answered without even sparing a glance at her sister. Brat inwardly groaned. That was across town. "You're leaving." Berserk said, glaring at the girl. She sighed. To this day she wondered what Brick saw in her. Brat walked out of the mansion, making sure nobody saw her. She took a taxi to DT. She then walked to the cafe Berserk was talking about. She kept the brim of her hat in her face as she made her.
"I'll have one cafe macchiato and a cappuccino with whip cream." she ordered. She heard a familiar chuckle.
"Coming right up, Captain Mysterious." the familiar voice said, before she turned around to tell the other employee her order. She looked up to see her sister, Brute working at the cafe. She was also wearing extension to make her hair longer. So this is where she's been.
"Brute." No answer. "Brute." Ignored. Brat glared at her 'sister'. She lowered her sunglasses. "Brute!" 'Brute' turned around and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Did you just call me Brute?" she asked. Brat glared at her.
"Brute, it's me, Brat. What are you doing here? Berserk's been looking for you. She's being an extra bitch to me because you're hardly there. Is this what you're doing? If she finds out, she'll have your head." The blond said to her. 'Brute' took a step back.
"I don't know who you are, or why you look like my sister Bubbles, but I'm not Brute. My name is Buttercup and it's always been Buttercup." 'Brute' said, much to Brat's confusion.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, but then she analyzed the women in front of her. Brute's eyes were a darker shade of green. Brat grabbed the women's hair and saw it was her real hair.
The women, now identified as Buttercup, stared at Brat like she was mad. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. You look just like her, except your eyes are lighter and your hair is longer. And now that I look at you, your natural features are softer than hers. And you wear a lot less makeup. Other than that you look just like her. You should try out for a Powerpunk lookalike contest. Well here's the money and I'll be going." Brat shoved the first bill she pulled out into the girl's hand and ran to the exit with the drinks in hand.
"You forgot your change!" The girl yelled after her.
"Keep it!" Brat yelled, before leaving the shop. Brat called a taxi and had it drop her off in the outskirts of Townsville. From there she walked to the Punk Mansion. One of the maids opened the door for her as she stormed in. Berserk walked out of the bathroom naked.
"What took you so long?" she demanded, snatching her drink. Brat averted her eyes from her nude sister.
"There was a line." she lied before heading into her room. She then heard the door open. She looked to see Brute walking into the building. Berserk, still nude, began yelling at her for always being gone. Brute yelled back, not showing any signs of noticing Berserk's lack of clothes.
Brat sighed. All their fans thought that they were all loving sisters. But in reality they all hated each other. This my friends is a day in the lives of the Powerpunk Girls.
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Blossom sat in her class, absolutely bored. She sighed. She learned this all in high school. She began drawing little hearts and flowers in the margins of her notes. Math had always come easy for her. Calculus was no difference.
"Ms. Utonium, would you like to work this problem in front of the class?"
Did I mention that the teacher, Mr. Claus, thought she was nothing but a smart ass? Blossom stood up and walked her way down to the board. She picked up the chalk and began to work the problem fairly easily. When she finished, she handed the chalk back to her Professor. He looked over the problem and grudgingly said it was done correctly. Other students began taking notes on the problem, writing down the steps she took. Blossom smiled and took her seat.
When the bell rang, Professor Claus held Blossom back. "You needed me, Professor?" she asked kindly, hoping she wasn't in some kind of trouble.
"Yes, Blossom. It seems that you have a knack with math and your science professor says the same. What are you majoring in Blossom?" he asked, folding his hands in his lap.
"I'm majoring in Biology, sir." Blossom answered.
"As I thought. With someone with your skills, you would become an excellent doctor." Blossom was surprised. She always thought Professor Claus hated her. "I don't hate you Blossom." he said, as if he read her thoughts. She smiled sheepishly. "I just know that you have a lot of potential and I feel that you're not using it all." Blossom looked down.
"I see." she said. She looked back at her Professor, her pink eyes blazing. "What can I do to show my true potential?" she asked. Professor Claus smiled.
"I would suggest tutoring some of your classmates. I know many who are struggling with Calculus." Blossom nodded.
"Is there tutoring today?" she asked. Professor Claus nodded.
"Tutoring is Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at three-thirty to five-thirty." Blossom grinned.
"May I do the tutoring today?" the redhead asked.
"Yes you may. I would hurry up and go now if you don't want to be late. It's held in the library." Blossom gathered her stuff and hurried to the library. She turned back and yelled her thanks to her math professor.
Blossom slammed open the library door, causing everybody in the library to look at her. She smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her neck. "Hi, I'm Blossom. I'm the new calculus tutor." she said, introducing herself. The calculus students motioned her to their table. Blossom scurried off to the table, taking a seat in the middle, setting down her red backpack on the back of the chair. "Well you guys take out your homework and get started. Tell me when you need help with anything." The other students nodded. Blossom took out her biology essay rubric and began reading what she had to do.
"Um, Blossom?"
Blossom turned to the girl who said her name. She had to be only eighteen or nineteen.
"Yes?" she asked, turning her attention to the brunette.
"I'm Maxine, and has anyone told you, you look almost exactly like Berserk?" The other students began murmuring their agreement as they began analyzing the redhead. Blossom furrowed her eyebrows.
"Who's Berserk?" she couldn't help but ask. The students looked at her in shock.
"You don't know who Berserk is? From the Powerpunk Girls?" a blond gasped. Blossom shook her head. Everyone scoffed.
"What? I've been... out of country for the last five years." she defended herself.
"Oh, that explains it. Well here, this is a picture of the Punks." Maxine said, giving her phone to the clueless women.
Blossom's pink eyes widened. These girls looked almost exactly like her and her sisters. Blossom fished for her own phone from her backpack and pulled up a recent photo of her and her sisters and showed it to Max.
"This is my sisters and I?" Max gaped at the picture. Blossom was holding the phone as Buttercup made a peace sign and Bubbles had bunny ears behind the redhead's head.
"That's unbelievable." Max said as the others began crowding around the girl, all having similar reactions. Blossom gritted her teeth. Something wasn't right about this whole picture.
"Yes, unbelievable indeed." Blossom murmured. And she was going to find out what.
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Bubbles was humming to herself as she saw Blossom walk towards the house. She put down the dish she was washing to open the door for her older sister. Blossom muttered her thanks to her sister before throwing her bag on the couch and opening her laptop. Bubbles seemed puzzled by her sister's action. Usually when she comes home from school, she goes in the fridge to find something to satisfy her sweet tooth.
"Blossom, are you okay?" she asked, sitting on the couch next to the girl.
"Bubbles have you heard of the Powerpunk Girls?" she asked. Bubbles shook her head.
"No, why?" she asked.
"Because look." Blossom turned her laptop to face Bubbles. Bubbles stared at the picture.
"I don't remember taking that picture." she said, rubbing her chin, trying to remember this picture.
Blossom threw her hands. "Because it's not us! Those are supposedly Powerpunks." she said. Bubbles furrowed her eyebrows.
"Then why do they look almost exactly like us?" Bubbles asked, staring at the picture once again.
"That's what I want to know as well." Blossom said as she began researching the Powerpunk Girls.
"Do you think that we're related to them?" Bubbles asked, thinking about the situation.
"It's a possibility. But wouldn't you think that mum or dad would tell us about relatives that look almost exactly like us?" Blossom said. Bubbles shrugged.
"Maybe they didn't know about them." Bubbles shrugged.
"It says here that they are twenty-five. So there's a two year age difference on us. They are a Pop/Rock band containing of Berserk, the lead vocals/bassist. Brat, the drummer. And Brute, the lead guitarist/occasional backup vocals. Berserk is my look-alike, Brat is yours, and Brute is Buttercup's." Bubbles listened carefully. "They have two studio albums. 'The Powerpunks Girls' and 'Welcome to Vilestown'." the blond read.
"They were born in the Vilestown. They moved to Townsville seven years ago when they were eighteen. We were supposed to turn sixteen that year." Blossom said.
"So they were here around the time Buttercup got assigned Butch." Bubbles concluded. Blossom nodded. Right when they were about to search some more, the door opened.
"I'm home." Buttercup said. They noticed someone behind her.
"Buttercup, who's your friend?" Bubbles asked, eyeing the teenage boy behind her.
"Oh, Blossom, Bubbles, this is my coworker Brett. I was wondering if he could eat dinner here tonight, since his parents took his sister Rose somewhere for school." Buttercup said. Brett waved, his eyes studying the three sisters.
"You guys really look like the Punks. Like it's scary how alike you look." Brett said, after analyzing the triplets.
Blossom rolled her eyes. "So we've been told." she muttered.
"How was work today?" Bubbles asked Buttercup. The latter sat on the couch and motioned Brett to sit next to her.
"Same old, same old. But I did get a ninety dollar tip from some weird girl who thought I was Brute, whoever that is." the green-eyed girl said nonchalantly as Brett's jaw dropped.
"Was the girl blond?" he asked. Buttercup raised an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"Did she have really dark blue eyes?"
"Yes..."
"Did she have four blue bangles and two yellow bangles?"
"Now that I think about it, yes."
"Did she have a blue ring that had the letters PPNK in the stone?"
"Erm... yes?"
Brett threw his hands up in frustration. "Dude, you served Brat from the Powerpunk Girls today!" he said. Buttercup raised an eyebrow again.
"And?" she asked, not seeing the big idea. Brett stared at the women in shock.
"Have you even heard of the Powerpunks before?" He asked, exasperated.
"Nope." Buttercup said, popping the p. Brett stared at Buttercup.
"Are you sure that you're only twenty-three?" he asked. A vein popped on Buttercup's head.
"What are you trying to say Brett?" she asked, smiling sweetly. Bubbles, who knew that smile too well, chuckled nervously.
"So, Brett. How old are you?" she asked, preventing Buttercup from committing murder.
"I'm eighteen." he answered, feeling relieved that Buttercup's murderous aura was now dissipating.
"Really? You are the same age our sister would have been today." Bubbles said sadly.
Brett nodded. "Buttercup told me already. She was about to cry when she started talking about her." he said, smirking. He then regretted it when a familiar murderous aura appeared next to him. "So Bubbles, what's for dinner?" he asked, scotching away from the middle sister.
"I am going to do vegetable lasagna with some brochette." Bubbles answered.
"That sounds amazing, Bubbles." Brett said, causing Bubbles to giggle and blush.
"Well, isn't he the little charmer." she said as he flashed a crooked grin.
"So Brett, are you planning on going to college? You graduate this year right?" Blossom asked. Brett shook his head as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Actually no, I graduated last year as valedictorian. I don't go to college until next year." he answered, a little embarrassed. Blossom looked impressed.
"Really, valedictorian? That's really impressive. How come you won't go until next school year?" she asked. Brett's face blushed in embarrassment.
"Because my mum didn't want to let me out in the world as a minor." he said. Buttercup stifled her laughter as Blossom shot her a look.
"Well it is a hard world out there. My sisters and I left our foster house when we were fourteen. It was a hard two... Erm four years when we lived off of our family's trust fund." she said. Brett looked down.
"It must have been hard. Losing your parents at such a young age. I guess I kind of get it, since I never knew mine." Brett said. Blossom glanced at him.
"So I guess we all have parent issues." she joked. Brett chuckled.
"I guess so." he said.
"Well Brett if you ever need anything, we're here. Our house is your house." Bubbles said, coming out the kitchen with a spatula. Brett smiled as Buttercup ruffled his hair. "Well if you guys are hungry, the food is ready." Bubbles announced, giggling as Buttercup and Brett raced to the kitchen.
As the four sat at the table, they talked about random things. Brett helped Bubbles clean up. "Thanks Bubbles, that was amazing. You really should become a professional chef." he said. Bubbles smiled.
"That's what I want to be. I applied to culinary school. I'm waiting for acceptance." she said.
"So Blossom wants to be a doctor and you want to be a chef. What does Buttercup wants to be?" he asked, his eyes showing his curiosity.
"Buttercup believe it or not wants to be a singer." Bubbles answered as she handed a wet dish to Brett. The younger gaped. Buttercup? A singer?
"Can she sing?" he asked. Bubbles nodded.
"Very well too. You should ask her to sing for you. As a matter of fact she's supposed to be getting ready to go sing at the jazz nightclub near the cafe." As if on cue Buttercup walked into the kitchen clad in her black and green star pajamas. Bubbles gasped. "Buttercup! You're supposed to be getting ready! There's going to be agents there!" she shrieked as Buttercup just rolled her eyes.
"I decided I'll put that on hold for a while. Once in a while it's cool to do, but right now we're trying to sort things out. You need to get into the culinary arts school and Blossom just got into that prestigious college. Our lives are hectic as it is. We don't need me trying to get a record deal making it even more hectic. I want to get my Bachelor's in Art, so I'll have something to fall back on." Buttercup said, getting some milk.
Blossom gaped. "That was very... smart of you Buttercup." she said, still not believing what she's hearing. Buttercup smirked.
"Close your mouth Leader Girl, you'll catch flies." The star clad girl said before going into the living room. The three remaining people looked at each other.
"Who was that and what did they do Buttercup?"
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Butch groaned when he got the message. "What's wrong, babe?" a feminine voice purred.
"It's nothing Brute. Its work stuff." he said smoothly as his girlfriend snuggled into his chest.
"You know you can tell me anything." she said, drawing circles onto his chest.
"I know. I'm fine." he said, kissing her forehead. In reality, everything was not fine. He just got the message from Terry that Miss B.C. was taking a hiatus from singing and that he'll get a call when she performs next. Who knows how long that will take. He shuffled a bit causing Brute to get up.
"Butchikins, what's wrong?" she asked, pouting.
"I need to tell my brothers this. I promise I'll be back." he said, getting up. Brute crossed her arms.
"What about me?" she asked, annoyed at the situation. Butch sighed and pecked her on the lips.
"I'll be back, wait for me?" he asked, against her lips.
"Fine." she answered before pecking his lips. "I love you." she said to him Butch smiled.
"I love you too." he said, causing a smile to spread across her face. Butch left the room and knocked on his brothers' doors, leaving a note on both of them.
"Master Butch, are you alright?" Alfred asked. Butch nodded.
"Business stuff." he answered.
Alfred nodded. "Would you like me to prepare the conference room?" the butler asked. The younger man nodded before dashing to get his phone from his nightstand. He heard Brute go into his bathroom, so he quietly went into his room, grabbing his touch screen phone.
Butch walked into the conference room to see his brother and Alfred. "What's wrong Butch? This has to be important if you called an emergency meeting." Boomer said as he stared at his brother curiously. Brick just crossed his arms and stared at his brother intently.
"Well remember that girl we saw yesterday? Miss B.C.? Yeah she's on hiatus for who knows how long." Butch said, watching his brother's expressions. Boomer seemed to be surprised as Brick failed to show any emotion, as usual.
"So that makes our chances of finding out who she is, is little to none." Brick said, scowling at the thought.
"She was supposed to come tonight. There was going to be talent scouts." Boomer added.
"I don't know what caused her to do this at this time, but it seems like a stupid move." Butch said.
Brick stood up. "We'll find her. With vocals like that, she shouldn't be hard to find." he said, before leaving the room. Boomer and Butch looked at each other before sighing. Boomer shrugged before too leaving the room. Butch ran his hand through his hair before deciding to go back to his girlfriend.
But lately that title didn't seem right.
Kitty Note: So Blossom and Bubbles are suspicious about their lookalikes but have yet to tell Buttercup about their findings. Do you think that they should tell her about it or leave her in the dark? Do youapprove of Buttercup's decision to put her singing career on hold? I'm trying a new righting style by suggestion from my beta. Tell me what you think about it. Is it easier to read when I start a new line when a new person starts talking?
Anyway mailbag time!
ROC95- Thank you Roro! I'm glad you liked the chapter!
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NyanicornYAY- Yeah I'm back. I lived in the UK, so yes I moved to America. I know it was too long. I felt bad for leaving you guys to wait. If I forgot my password, I literally would have cried. But yes, Butch is being quite a dick for not remembering anything
denardra- Yes, Everybody Hates Chris is one of my favourite shows. I could't help but throwing that in there.
PureBliss288- Yeah I love that show and now you know who Terry is.
Singing Bella- Thank you sooooooooooooooooooooooo much for being my awesome Beta!
Evilgoddess7676- I will update as soon as I can
cartooncritic3- Well people usually say the sequel is never as good as the first. But I do like reading constructive criticism. After reading the chapter I kinda felt the same way.
Shady Breeze- I'm glad that you chose to read my story. Maybe you'll even start like ButtercupxButch ;)
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