Kitty Note: *comes out of secluded corner* *looks around* *walks towards the stage* *rotten fruit are thrown* I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY! My computer broke and I lost everything that I had for the next couple of chapters. And on top of that I had writer's block. AND on top of that, I am a very lazy person. But luckily I got a laptop for Christmas, so I made sure that I would be able to update before the New Year. So consider this a late Christmas present to all of you. Enjoy!
An Angel's Wish
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls...
Beta-ed by Singing Bella ;)
Dinner was tense. Buttercup was picking at her food while having a glaring contest with her sister. Bubbles ate quietly, shrinking under the tension between the two sisters. Blossom stood up, startling the blond as she looked at her meekly. "I'm going to my room now. I have to do a report in the morning, so I would like to get some rest." She said, not breaking eye contact with the brunette across from her.
"Tch, nobody's stopping you." Buttercup commented, looking at the ginger, a challenge evident in her eyes. Blossom bit back a snarl before turning around and heading for her room. Buttercup waited until she heard the door close before getting up and putting her dish in the sink and going to her room as well. Bubbles sighed as she was left alone at the table. She washed the dishes and went into the living room. The youngest girl went through the mail and saw that she had mail. Her heart pounded against her chest.
"Dear Miss Utonium, I am glad to tell you that you have been accepted into the Townsville Institute for Aspiring Young Chefs. Your cuisine was exquisite and we will be happy to have you in our school." Bubbles squealed as she read the list she needed for school. She will need to pick up these things at the market after her shift at the restaurant. Bubbles skimmed over the list, but when she hit the last sentence that was italicized, her blood ran cold.
'Your cooking was exceptional. You will be taking advanced classes that are taught by I, the founder of this Institute. You will report to room 204 on Monday at 0800 hours. I would love to see you there!
~Boomer Jojo'
No, no, no. This can't be happening. Bubbles read the letter over and over, hoping that she was seeing things or that she was reading the name wrong. But every time she read the name, the same result came from it. Boomer Jojo. Her now ex-boyfriend. The same person she was in love with. The blond put her face in her hand. She felt like crying over him, but at the same time she wanted to go over to the mansion she assumed he had and strangle him to death. Bubbles rubbed her temples. For some reason, Monday did not seem that far away.
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"Order up!"
Bubbles scurried to the counter, picking up the two dishes from the counter. "Table two, Bubbles." The chef mentioned.
"I know. Thanks Blake!" She said with a smile, dashing to the table. She gracefully set the two plates in front of the respective guests, which was a middle aged couple. "Do you guys need anything else?" She asked, with her trademark bubbly smile. The man shook his head and couldn't help but flash a smile of his own to the bubbly blond.
"No I think we're fine Miss Bubbles. Thank you." He said as the wife nodded. Bubbles blushed at the formality used.
"Oh please, just call me Bubbles. No need for the 'Miss'." She said as she excused herself, hearing another order being called to the counter. Bubbles grabbed the plate and brought it to a table with two elderly women. She smiled politely at them as she went to get drinks for another table.
Being a waitress is a tiring job. She thought to herself as she brought a cup of apple juice for a cute little toddler, who gave the biggest grin imaginable. "Don't mind him. He's a little flirt who always had a thing for pretty girls like yourself." the mother had said to her, causing Bubbles to blush at the unexpected compliment.
"I'm sure he'll be a heartbreaker when he's older." Bubbles agreed, causing the woman to laugh at the comment. Bubbles went off to the counter, when her manager had walked up to her. "Is there a problem, Mr. Robinson?" she asked, nervously.
"Yes, there is Bubbles." He said, causing the young woman to gulp.
"What is it?" She asked, meekly, taking a plate off the counter.
"It's that it's your break time and you're still working." Bubbles stared at her boss for a second before breaking into a relieved grin.
"Oh, I don't need a break Mr. Robinson. I'm fine just the way I am." She said, about to take the plate to the table, when Mr. Robinson took the plate from her hands and looked at her sternly.
"I give every employee a break. You take it whether you like it or not." He said to her as Bubbles pouted.
"But-"
"No buts Bubbles. You need to take a break."
Bubbles blew a strand of hair out of her face with a sigh. "Fine. But can I at least take that plate to the guest. I don't want it to get cold before it gets to her." Mr. Robinson began to think about it before handing the plate back to her. Bubbles scurried to get the plate to the table.
"Last plate then break. Understood?" Mr. Robinson called after her.
"Yes, sir!" Bubbles called over her shoulder. When she looked back ahead of her, she didn't have anytime to react to the body that was blocking her path. She squeaked as she rammed straight into whoever was standing there at the time. The plate she was holding, which happened to be some kind of pasta, fell in between the two of them as they toppled backwards. People gasped as the two hit the floor, the man landing with a thump and Bubbles landing on top of him. Bubbles wondered what had broke her fall when she saw the broad chest that her face was buried in.
"I am so sorry!" She said, scrambling off the groaning man in a hurry. Another waitress had brought her a cloth as Bubbles accepted it graciously. "I am so very sorry, Mister." She said as she began to brush off the pasta and the sauce that coated his suit jacket and blue dress shirt. She was brought bowl with water and she began to dab the cloth in the water to rub the stain out. "And this is probably such an expensive suit." She thought aloud as she continued to clean the sauce.
"If I were you, I would be more concerned about cleaning my uniform than cleaning mine."
Bubbles froze at the voice. Oh, no. Please no. Let my hearing be wrong. She thought as she shifter her eyes from his chest to his face. There staring at her were a pair of cerulean eyes. The man had shaggy blond hair and a small grin she would never forget. For the love of, out of all the damn restaurants in Townsville, he just had to pick this one. She thought furiously, but on the exterior, she kept a calm façade. Bubbles finished cleaning the coat and shirt, leaving a dark damp spot where the stain had once been.
Bubbles had stood up, causing Boomer to stand up as well. "Actually, I was going on my break." She said as she undid the apron that was now covered in creamy alfredo sauce. "I'll just clean it once I get back." Bubbles turned to where the employees room was. "Once again, I am terribly sorry about what happened to your outfit." She said, walking towards the Employees Only door. She only made it so far, when her wrist was grabbed. She looked at him questionably.
Boomer smiled awkwardly. "Um, sorry, but I heard you say that you were on break." Bubbles nodded slowly, causing the young man to grin. "Great! How about I take you out for lunch?" Bubbles' left eye twitched. She turned around to face him.
"Forgive me for asking this, Mr. Jojo, but you have a girlfriend, yes?" She asked rather coldly. If Boomer felt the chilliness, he didn't show it.
"Yeah, but, it's not like that. Just think about it as me taking a friend out." Boomer said.
"I'm sorry Mr. Jojo, but you are a very well known person. I'd rather not get tangled into the tabloids. But I do appreciate the offer." Bubbles said, turning away again, hoping he received the message. Apparently he did not, as he grabbed her wrist once more.
"Please, I know a place in a secluded part of Townsville where the paparazzi would never find us. You can take this as an apology for ruining your apron." He said to her. Bubbles looked into his deep blue eyes, feeling her heart jump, she sighed.
"How do I know this for sure?" His smile was enough to make her heart skip a couple beats.
"Just trust me, Bubbles." Bubbles felt her heart flutter as her eyes widened. Does he remember...?
Upon seeing her surprised look, Boomer chuckled. "I read your nametag before you took your apron off." He explained, causing he opposing blond's heart to plummet. Nonetheless, a small smile did creep onto her face.
"Fine, I'll give you a chance, Mr. Jojo. Let me just grab my coat." Bubbles said. Boomer grinned as Bubbles emerged from the room.
"Ready, Bubbles?"
"I'm ready, Mr. Jojo." She said, stuffing her hands in her navy blue pea coat as the two walked out of the door. Boomer looked down at her with a slight grin.
"If I'm allowed to call you Bubbles, then you're allowed to call me Boomer." He said as Bubbles hummed in annoyance. She inwardly sighed.
"Alright Mr- I mean... Boomer."
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Blossom was in the house on her laptop, finishing an essay she had due for her biology class. After adding the finishing touches that would definitely give her an A, she closed her rosy pink laptop and went to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and saw that there was no more leftovers from dinner. "Might as well go to Bubbles' restaurant." She said as she went to change.
After changing into a decent outfit, Blossom grabbed her keys and her coat and headed to the restaurant. When she got there, she noticed the absence of her blond hared sister. "Hey Tiffany, where's Bubbles?" She asked, pulling aside another waitress.
"Oh she's on her break. Went out with some guy that offered her lunch." Tiffany had said before going over to a table. Blossom rose her eyebrow. On break? Bubbles never went on break. Blossom left the restaurant and decided to go to a little café that one of her classmates had told her about. After getting a table for herself, she looked through the menu when she heard a familiar airy giggle. Blossom peered over her menu and couldn't help but gape at what she saw.
On the other side of the restaurant was Bubbles and Boomer.
Sitting at a table.
Together.
And laughing.
Blossom felt her hands clench around the menu. She took a deep breath. It's okay, Blossom. Bubbles is a grown woman. She can take care of herself. She thought as she skimmed through her menu, trying to ignore the sight before her. Blossom peered over her menu again with narrow eyes. But what is Bubbles doing here with Boomer? How did they meet?
"MA'AM!"
Blossom broke out of her thoughts and looked up, startled. The waiter let out a sigh of relief. "You were like on a different planet there. I was worried for a minute." He chuckled. Blossom did a once over on the waiter. She had to admit, he was pretty attractive in a nerdy kind of way. He could lose the glasses...
"Well, my name is Dexter and I'll be your waiter. Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked politely with a smile.
Blossom lifted her menu and this time actually looked at it.
"I'll take a cherry limeade please." She said, returning the smile with one of her own, causing Dexter to blush a bit.
"A-Are you ready to order or do you need a-a minute?" Dexter said, stuttering a bit in embarrassment, which Blossom found adorable.
"I'll take another minute, thanks." She said, winking at him. Dexter nodded frantically, scurrying to get the drink. Blossom blinked. Did she really just flirt with the waiter? She shook her head. Brick rubbed off on her too much when they were together.
Dexter came back a couple of minutes later with Blossom's cherry limeade. "A cherry limeade for the pretty lady." He said. Blossom smiled a bit, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Are you ready to order?" He asked, pulling out his pen and pad. Blossom nodded.
"I'll take the club sandwich with chips." She said, pointing at it in the menu. Dexter nodded as he wrote down the order.
"Is that all?"
Blossom nodded. "That'll be all. Thank you." She closed the menu and handed it to him. Dexter took it ad was about to leave when he looked at her one more time.
"Can I ask you a question." He asked, rather shyly.
"Go ahead."
"Erm... are your eyes naturally that colour?" Dexter said. Blossom looked at him and then laughed, causing Dexter to become puzzled.
"What pink? Yeah, due to some unnatural mutation, I got pink eyes. Do you know how many people ask me that?" She said, still giggling. A smile crept its way onto Dexter's face as he nodded and went to the counter to place the order for lovely ginger at his table.
Blossom was still giggling to herself when she noticed the two blonds were getting up to leave. She watched as Boomer pulled out the chair for Bubbles and handed her coat. She didn't miss the blush that was coated on her sister's cheeks. The two of them walked out the café as Blossom made a note to bring this up when she got home.
Dexter came back with her plate in hand. "And here is your meal. Is there anything else that I can get for you?" He asked her. Blossom shook her head.
"No I think I'm fine. Thank you." Dexter nodded as he went back to the kitchen. Blossom took one of her chips and dipped it in ketchup. When she finished her meal, she took her check to the counter. As she paid for the meal, she saw Dexter through the corner of her eye. He was talking to someone with black hair and bigger glasses than him. "Dexter!" She called to him, making him look up.
"Erm, hi." He said as she approached him. Blossom was writing on a piece of paper and she gave it to him. She smiled and waved before walking out of the door. He opened it, he grinned.
"What is it?" Mandark, the brunette, asked. Dexter showed him.
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Blossom ;)
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Buttercup was sitting backstage at the nightclub she sang at. She was leaning back in a green director's chair as she sat in front of a lit up mirror. She had a show tonight and was supposed to be practicing for it since she had the day off today. Instead she decided to hang around until her show was to begin. Mostly because Blossom didn't have any classes today and the brunette had no intention of speaking to her at the moment.
Buttercup knew going to Ace was wrong, but doing bad things is how she coped with her emotions. It always has, why else would she had affiliated herself with Ace in her teenage years? Buttercup sighed, looking at the time. Three o'clock. It was time for her dress rehearsal. Her show started at seven and Madame Fray wanted her measurements to be exact for performance tonight.
The brunette walked in on the French woman sewing the last part of the dress into place. "Ah, hello darling! You have cane just in time! I have just finished! Come, come, come!" The heavy French accent littered her words as she shuffled Buttercup in. "What I have for you goes perfect with your song tonight." Madame Fray had revealed the mannequin wearing the red, sparkly dress. Buttercup gasped as she held the fabric.
"It's beautiful." She said, admiring the dress. Madame Fray smirked.
"Of course it is, darling. I made it myself. Now, try it on so I can make the adjustments." Buttercup nodded, taking the beautiful piece of work with her to the back to change. When she came back, she kept trying to pull the top of the dress up.
"Madame Fray, is this dress supposed to push my chest up this high?" Buttercup huffed, giving up on the dress. The middle aged woman didn't even look back.
"Of course! This era was all about being sexy and bodacious." Madame Fray looked Buttercup up and down. "And you, my darling, are bodacious." Buttercup growled as pink danced across her cheeks. "Ah, here we are. Put these on." Madame Fray held a pair of sparkly elbow length gloves to Buttercup, who stared at them. Dresses were one thing, but princess gloves were a whole other ball park. She thought they were a little too much. When Buttercup voiced her opinions, the Frenchwoman gave her a look that even made Buttercup intimidated.
When Buttercup put on the gloves, she had to admit, it did add something more to the outfit. While she was admiring herself in the mirror, Madame Fray came up behind her with a slight frown as she held an object in her hands. "I haven't the slightest idea why you would want this, darling. But I made I out of request." She said, handing Buttercup the black masquerade mask. The young woman smirked as she put on the half mask, covering the majority of the left side of her face. Only her lips remained on that side. She smiled.
"Thank you, Madame Fray, it's perfect." She said, looking at it in the mirror. Madame Frat tsked and muttered something in French.
"But tell me darling, why did you want this mask? Such pretty porcelain skin gone to waste..." Buttercup turned to the Frenchwoman,
"So he won't remember."
Buttercup was going through her phone before her show starts. She saw that she had three missed calls from her older sister. She rolled her eyes and decided to ignore her. She would see her when she got home anyways, so why bother? Buttercup looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She ran her hand down the half-mask that concealed her identity. Hopefully it was enough to do so.
"Miss BC, you're on." The stage manager came to say. Buttercup turned and nodded to him as a thank you. She slipped the black princess gloves, both of them shimmering in the light. The girl confidently strode onto the stage, stopping in front of the vintage microphone she had asked for. The brunette scanned the ground, just in case Butch decided to show up. Her name has caused a stir in many talent agencies. When she him, she refrained from snarling. How dare he try to come and sign her? Buttercup huffed when the music started to play.
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As soon as Butch heard word that Miss BC was going to sing again at the same nightclub he heard her the first time, Butch cleared all appointments he had at the time and made a beeline to the club. He had made it there twenty minutes before the singer was to perform, but he didn't want to miss her. The brunette sat at one of the tables and was waiting anxiously for the woman to come on stage.
When the announcer announced her, Miss BC strode fearlessly onto the stage. This time she was wearing a shimmering red dress with a black half-mask and elbow length gloves. Butch watched as she began to scan the ground inconspicuously. When her eyes landed on him, however, he saw her eyes flashing something that looked an awful lot like rage, but Butch dismissed it.
The spotlight shined onto the girl, making her shimmer even more. Butch had to admit, the red made Miss BC's eyes a much brighter green and her hair look darker. She looked amazing in Butch's eyes. He felt his heart stop when he heard her sing the first notes.
At last
My love has come along
Butch saw her glove covered hand grab the vintage microphone, bringing it closer to her ruby red lips. Butch found himself memorized by the voice he heard.
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
Oh yeah yeah
At last
Miss BC began to sway her hips to the beat as she closed her eyes and let the music take her.
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
Her voice was smooth and soothing, just like the song was supposed to be. Her eyes opened as they seemed to be shimmering as much as dress was. Butch felt himself smirk as a smile made its way onto the young woman's face.
Oh yeah yeah
You smiled, you smiled
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
for you are mine...
At Last
Miss BC swayed to the beat as the band played the last couple of notes. The crowd went wild when it was finished as Miss BC smile turned into a full blown grin. She curtsied and waved before heading backstage. Butch took this as his cue to head backstage as well. He got to the door and the bouncers immediately recognized him and let him in. He walked down the hall before seeing a door marked 'Miss BC'. Butch knocked on the door and was greeted by a middle-aged Frenchwoman. She eyed him for a minute before turning to the room.
"Darling, you have a visitor." She said, before facing him once again, blocking the entrance to the room. Butch looked at her before raising an eyebrow.
"Can I come in?" He asked, trying to look past the woman, only to be slapped upside the head.
"Pervert, she may have not been decent! Did your mother not teach you manners?" The woman scolded. Butch felt his eye twitch as he glared at the Frenchwoman. She, in return, crossed her arms.
"Let them in, Madame Fray." A voice said from within the room. Butch looked at Madame Fray smugly as she glared at him, letting him in. He heard the woman muttered something in French that was most likely directed towards him. The brunette rolled his eyes. Butch saw a flash of red in the corner of his eye, so he turned and saw Miss BC sitting in a green director's chair in front of her vanity mirror. Glancing at the chair, he decided that he liked this woman.
"Hello Miss BC, my name is Butch Jojo-" To his surprise the female brunette cut him off.
"I know who you are, Butch, and I am not interested." She said. Butch felt his eyes widen. Did he just get rejected?
"Excuse me?" He spluttered, looking at the girl incredulously.
"I said I'm not interested in your little record deal you were prepared to offer me." Miss BC said in a monotone. She wasn't even looking at him anymore, showing that he had been dismissed. Butch gritted his teeth, becoming frustrated.
"With a voice like yours, it sure is going to waste just singing here. You can become famous all over the world." Miss BC looked at him in boredom.
"I don't want to be famous all over the world like that band your girlfriend is in. What is it called? Oh yeah The Powerpunk Girls. I'm fine where I'm at." She all but sneered at him, taking the gloves off of her hand. Butch noticed the ring on her hand, it looked familiar, but he decided not to ask about it.
"You can be so much higher than this. Why don't you just give it a chance?" He groaned out, never feeling so frustrated by one person.
"Easy. I don't like you or your snooty brothers." She said to him, standing up and facing him. She only came up to his shoulder, but the fore in her eyes showed that she wasn't backing down from this fight. Butch heard himself growl.
"And why is that?" He asked her, meeting the challenge in her eyes. A flash of something went through those emerald eyes of hers. It looked a lot like... pain?
"Because... UGH! You wouldn't understand! Just... just leave me alone! I'm not signing onto your damn record! You can kiss that fucking dream goodbye!" Miss BC gathered her bag and coat and left the room, leaving Butch in shock. He looked in the direction where Miss BC had stormed off. He clenched his fists. He will find her. And he will sign her.
Butch will find out who that woman is under the mask.
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Buttercup had changed out of her performance outfit and was now walking home. She was still fuming over the fact that Butch had the nerve to show up at her show. She was so mad that she didn't even notice the person that trailing behind her. She went to her apartment building and took at her key. She stood at the door with her key out, only to turn away. She went to the Mitchelson's door and knocked. She was warmly greeted by the pregnant Robin.
"Buttercup! Long time no see!" said Robin as she ushered Buttercup into the house. Robin was now five and a half months pregnant and was definitely showing. The two women sat on the black velvet couch. Robin had her hand on her stomach as Buttercup sat across from her. Buttercup was staring at her ring. Robin's smile faded as she sighed.
"I guess you found out." She said. Buttercup looked up, shocked.
"You knew?" She asked, gritting her teeth. Robin nodded as Buttercup stood up, angrily.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Buttercup all but screamed. Robin felt tears sting her eyes and blamed her pregnancy hormones for oversensitivity.
"I couldn't tell you.! And even if I did tell, you would have went over there anyway! And don't you dare say that's not true!" Robin shot back.
"Why didn't you tell him? What he was doing was wrong?" Buttercup hissed. Robin stood up to face her friend.
"If you really want to know, fine. Butch and his brothers cut off all communication with us when they became all rich and famous about three and half years ago!" Robin held her stomach as she let her tears flow. Buttercup's face softened as she looked at Robin's sad look. "It devastated the both of us, Mitch and I, when they just stopped. Mitch still hasn't forgiven them yet, but I think that it is all those girls' they're dating." Buttercup helped Robin sit down as she at down next to her.
"The Powerpunk Girls?" She asked as Robin nodded.
"Yeah them. It was around that time that the Ruffs met them. They thought they were so high and mighty and looked down on Mitch and I. I think it was them who convinced the boys to cut all ties with us." Buttercup knew she didn't like those girls but now she loathed them.
"But Butch, none of them, even remembered us. They thought we were strangers. he didn't even remember..." Me being his guardian angel.
Robin gasped. "After all you guys been through. That's horrible. I'm so sorry, Buttercup." Buttercup felt her own tears well up in her eyes as she shook her head. She gathered her things.
"It's fine. I have to go." She whispered as Robin nodded, understanding. She got up and opened the door for her friend. Looking at Buttercup's eyes now, she can see just how broken she was. And Robin was afraid that only Butch can put her together again.
"Take care Butters. You can come anytime you like." She said as Buttercup nodded.
The brunette opened the door to her own apartment and was greeted to the smell of Bubbles' cooking. She smiled slightly as she locked the door behind her. The brunette walked into the kitchen and saw her sisters eating. Buttercup dished out her plate and sat in between them. Blossom put her fork down and looked at Bubbles.
"Good, we're all here. There was something I wanted to ask Bubbles while Buttercup was here." The blond looked from Buttercup to Blossom, wide-eyed.
"What is it?" She asked, wiping her mouth. Blossom looked directly at her, her pink eyes peering into her soul.
"How was your little date with Boomer?" Buttercup choked on the food she was eating as she dropped her fork. Bubbles went bright red as she glared at Blossom.
"You went on a date with Boomer?" Buttercup asked, enraged.
"It wasn't a date! He just took me out since he ruined my work apron. And how did you even know? Are you spying on me?" Blossom turned red at the accusation of spying.
"Of course not! I was going to eat at your restaurant when Tiffany told me you went out with someone for break. I decided to go to this café that my classmate referred me to. And you so happened to be there fraternizing with Boomer." Bubbles sat back into her chair. Buttercup was trying to wrap her head around things and Blossom stood up and left.
Buttercup stood up and looked at Bubbles with the most hurt and betrayed expression that made Bubbles want to burst into tears. The brunette walked out the kitchen.
"I called you three times today."
Buttercup glared at the ginger in her pathway. "And I didn't pick up three times today." She replied as she began to shove Blossom out of the way, only to have her wrist grabbed.
"What were you doing out until eight o'clock at night? You didn't have to work today." Blossom questioned, her eyes showing that she was taking no bullshit from anybody at the moment. Buttercup glared even more.
"If you must know, I went out today to get away from your snobby ass. And if you paid any attention to me, you would of heard me tell you that I had a show today at seven. Then I went to visit Robin." Blossom's lip curled into a snarl at the first comment.
"I do pay attention, unlike some people. And what happened to your hiatus, Buttercup? What happened to you going to school?" Blossom asked her.
"Obviously not all three of us can go to school at the same time. Especially since you don't have a job!" That comment drove Blossom overboard.
"I'm working as a full-time student so I can get a job that can provide for all of us!"
"I don't need you to provide for me, Blossom! I'm a grown ass woman, I can provide for my God damn self!"
"Obviously not since you sneak out at night to go do drugs with your buddies from the Gang Green Gang!" Blossom sneered back at her and Buttercup felt herself shaking with rage.
"That was one time! One fucking time! And you know damn well why I did it! You know how I cope! How dare you even bring that up, you selfish bitch!"
"How am I a selfish bitch, Buttercup? I spent my entire life looking after you and Bubbles! Did I ever get a thank you from either of you? NO!"
"Did we ever ask you to do so? No we didn't!"
Bubbles burst through the kitchen. "Please! Stop it, you two! It's no worth it!" She cried, stepping in between the two, but Blossom kept going.
"You wonder why you were brought to heaven with a black wing, this is why! You are evil, Buttercup! You can't appreciate or do anything right! You're always doing the worst things!"
The room went silent as Buttercup paled visibly. Bubbles had her hand over her mouth as Blossom just seemed to realize what she just said.
"Buttercup I-"
"It's aright. You're right. I guess I am evil..." Buttercup felt tears come to her eyes. "That's why Butch doesn't want to remember me, isn't it?" Blossom felt as if she ripped her sister's heart out of her chest. Buttercup sounded so broken and lost and Blossom felt as if she was to blame.
"Buttercup that's not what I meant. I didn't mean any of it..." Blossom trailed off as Buttercup pulled on her coat. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"I don't know. Anywhere but here." Buttercup opened the door only to have her blood run cold. "H-How did you find me?" She asked him.
"I have my ways." Blossom walked to the door.
"Buttercup whose at the-" Blossom felt her rage take over. How dare he come here? Bubbles trembled at the sight of him and hid behind Blossom.
"Long time no see, Blossy." He said as Blossom snarled at him and pushed Buttercup behind her.
"What do you want, Ace?"
Kitty Note: Oh shit, Ace made his debut. What does he want with the girls, or more specifically Buttercup? Find out next time in An Angel's Wish! Don't forget to like me on Facebook, the link is in my bio.
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GreenLoverButtercup987- Well, you'll find that out in the next chapter!
StarAF938- Well, you're about to find out in the next chapter! Stay tuned!
Misty59- Everything is going to brought to the light in due time. Hopefully soon. I can't answer all the questions, but yu will find it out
1D-MLP-Forever286- Yep, shit's 'but to go down. Especially between Blossom and Ace. Erm, please don't kill the boys and the Punks. I kinda need them...
P.S.: Good I thought was the only one who was Mephobic ;o
Kyogan-Saori- Here's the next one
Guest- Hop in line. I'm trying to incorporate the Blues and Reds more in the story than the last one. I'm just so used to having just the Greens, but I'm working on t. I hope I did the Blues justice in the top half of the chapter. I'm trying to keep it as realistic as possible and my own idea and the battle of the bands plot with the PPG and PPNKG for the hearts of the RRB is kinda cliché to me, no offense. Thanks, but please don't slaughter the boys...
thisgoodgirlhasgonebad- I had a feeling that a lot of people wouldn't like Ace. I did make Blossom and Bubbles with Buttercup sing briefly in either the Prologue or first chapter, but I think that I can make them actually have their own parts to sing.
The-Silly-Green- I know, but I had to have someone in the way since Princess got thrown into the mad house. But I have an interesting back story planned out for them...
The CrazyCute Girls- Maybe... maybe not xD. Don't worry I'll keep going.
Neko-Sama123- Okay, I'll update, senpai...
allyD- I'll make sure that you always have more.
Guest- Don't worry, I'll keep writing.
Anna Mariea- YES MA'AM! *salutes*
I hope you guys like this chapter. Hope you guys had a great Christmas and have a Happy New Year! See you guys next year!