Serena senses that there was more to Alma than meets the eye. 'God, I really need to stop looking at Transformers! Optimums Prime is really impacting my language.'
"You do remember that I have a curfew. I have to take care of three teenage boys." She reminded him of what she had told him earlier when she was in the car.
"Trust me, I haven't forgotten. I will get you back on your time or I wouldn't be a gentlemen of my words." Alma assures her after he swallows some of his food.
"You're a gentlemen anyway." The orange head conveys as she stabs the last piece of lobser meat, lifts the meat to her mouth, and consumes it.
He watches as she places the silverware on the plate, stretches her body and leans back against her chair a sign that she was stuffed. He could not help but to appericate her company.
"Thank you again for this little outing. It's actually refreshing to get out of the house every now and then especially when you are our age." Serena thanks the man across from her.
"I don't think that they're that bad because its obvious that you care for them. So they won't do anything rash because they have you as their sister." He expresses his opinion about the boys' personality.
"That's true...but they are still boys." She agrees with his statement and emphasizes the word "boys" in her sentence.
"As a semi grown woman, I will probably never understand their thoughts or feelings. That's why I let them make their own decision on whether or not they want to succed or fail."
"At some point in my life, I wonder why I even involved myself with being their guardian but than those idiots do something that lands them in my good graces." Serena admits as a smirk stretches across her face as she stares out in the space.
Alma checks his watch, reads the time, separates himself from the table, raise to his, circles the table to Serena, extends his hand to her, and says, "If we leave now, I can get you there on time."
He snaps her out of her daze as her response was a glances at his hand, "Look at me...I just forgot the very thing I needed to abide by. Thanks for being respectful of my wish."
"I try my best to abide by the rules my date sets forward." Alma declares before she accepts his kind gesture.
"Before I forget, there's one more thing...thanks for the sunflowers. They are beautiful." Serena thanks him for the flowers.
She shifted her hand from within his and looped it around his arm
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Buttercup eyes flutters open, scans the area she was in, and recognizes that she was asleep in their old room that they use for sisters' night.
She glanced downward and realized that she was still in her swimsuit, which caused her to slightly panic until she spotted her two sisters.
Neither Blossom or Bubbles had changed out of their bathing suit, relief washed over her body before she pushed the blanket off her entire body.
As she made an effort to recall what happened last night at Bell's pool party, the only results was a blur along with a headache.
Buttercup was slowly lifting her torso upright and rubbing her temples while silently praying that the throbbing pain would quickly cease.
'It likes its a blur...when I try to remember what happened at the party.' She describes.
The raven hair teen aimlessly stares through one of the three oval windows on her right at the skyline of Townsville.
Buttercup predicts what time it was based off of the sun's position before a sigh escapes her mouth.
'Maybe some fresh air would help...' She thinks.
She was slow to stand to her feet, stumbles a little from being unbalanced, clutches her head, and searches for a pair of pants and a shirt.
Buttercup carefully ambles about the room as she avoids the bodies of Blossom and Bubbles, who peacefully rest on spread out blue and pink blankets.
Her fingertips graze across a pair of black skinny jeans, a long lime green tank top with a yellow smiley face, and light green tennis shoes. She discovers her skateboard among Blossom's bike and Bubbles' two pairs of skates.
Once she was completely dressed, she snuck downstairs through the kitchen out of the garage door.
The raven hair teen lays down her skateboard, hops on it, and kicks herself forward.
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Butch abruptly lurches forward as a heavy burden crashes down on him from his night's rest that consists of the events that occur at Bell's party: Bell's jealously, Buttercup's transformation, Bell's robotic features, and Buttercup's merciless attacks, which ultimately concludes the night with the death of Bell.
'I wonder how she's holding up?' Butch wonders about Buttercup's sanity. She was not able to recall the incident from earlier that afternoon at Bell's party
He decides to go for an early morning jog in order to relieve emotional stress since he was not use to this type of feeling.
The raven hair teen combs through his closet and plucks from the hangers a green sleeveless t-shirt, a pair of black sweat pants and athletic tennis.
Butch made sure to snatch his iPod from the charger, slid in the empty arm pouch, stuck his headphones in the port, strapped the velcro band around the biceps of his arm, and lodged his earphones in his ears.
He treks out onto the living room and recognizes his older sister slump on the couch in her attire from yesterday, which was a black cocktail dress and black high heel shoes.
Butch halts over the sofa and watches her toss in her sleep. He then thinks, 'She deserves to sleep a little longer.'
A smirk surfaces on to his face as he tilts his head to the side and quips, 'I mean, I'm surprised that she hasn't collapsed from exhaustion. Especially, dealing with all of our mayhem.'
He withdraws a house key from the wicker basket by the door before he ventures outside of the apartment. He made sure to secure the door behind him.
As Butch executes his stretches to loosen up his muscles for the run, memories from last night appear in flashbacks. It was as if his brain tries to process the power that Buttercup was able to tap in to.
His mind starts to wonder if there was any other way to disable Bell without having to burn the android to her death.
Not to mention, the earthquakes that ravished the landscape of Bell's backyard as well as the geysers that erupted from underneath the pool.
However once he presses the play button, the music blasts away any lingered sense of thoughts from his mind about Bell's death and Buttercup's transformation.
After Butch properly stretches his limbs, he starts off on a slow pace in order to test whether or not his set tempo was proper. He would have been short winded before his jog even begin.
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Buttercup was coasting along the asphalt sidewalk while weaving in and out of the few people, and avoiding contact with them.
The task constantly required the utmost concentration, which prevented her from thinking about what she could not recall about what happened to her last night. They only thing that surfaced to her thoughts was when Bell had pushed her face forward in to the pool's water. The rest after that becomes a long blur.
'Why can't I remember anything? Am I suppose to stay in the dark about this?' Buttercup wonders.
She propels herself further along as she skates through two white parallel lines that serve as the crosswalk before she borders the sidewalk.
Her lime green eyes spot a bus bench that was perfect for a simple grind. The raven head girl decides to see if she could execute the manuever and not bust her ass on the sidewalk.
Buttercup picks up speed, swerves in and out, bends her knees, lifts herself and the skateboard upward. She was leaning her weight to the opposite end of the board, grinding on the side of the bench and sticking her landing with ease.
"Oh and good…" She cheers to herself unaware that she rolls backward. She then collides with the solidness of another human being body.
"I am so so sorry. I should've been watching where I was going." Buttercup instantly apologizes to the person, who groans, because she was in the wrong.
When her mind registered that familiar irritating masculince voice speak to her, she almost immediately regretted every bumping in to him.
"You can let go now you pervert." Buttercup mentions to the voice before she feels his arms return her back on her feet.
She locates her skateboard off to the side, scoops it up in her grasps and makes a move to leave before he gently clutches one of her arms within his hand.
"I'm perfectly fine." Buttercup asserts to the young man as she faces him and jerks her arm from within his grasps.
"A brilliant idea just hit me," Butch broadcasts after he tugs the headphones out of his ears when he hears her mumbles, "...wish I would have smacked you a little harder."
"Come on Butter, you owe me three dates, anyway." He reminds her with a smirk on his face. He watches her shoulders heave downward.
"I figured that since it's such a beautiful day and we're already out here, I say this would be the perfect time to collect on one of those favors." Butch explains to her his bright idea.
She huffed out a "Fine" with her right foot was planted on the surface on the skateboard and nudged it back and forth. It was if she contemplated her decision to stay or leave.
"To make sure you don't run away from me...I'll take your skateboard." He comments.
Her body tenses from his satement since it was her only form of transportation to escape from the raven hair male.
She glances back and forward from his hand to her board, sighs, and kicks her board over to where he was. This earns her a "Good, good," as he secures her skateboard in his grasp.
"You want to know something...maybe you should stop betting against me because you tend to always lose." He advises as Buttercup frowns, tucks her arms underneath his chest and strides right beside him.
"I don't want your pretty face to get stuck like that. It doesn't fit your face." He teases her since she was abnormally silent for a brief moment.
"It's not that. I just have a lot of stuff on my mind right now..." She speaks up before she finishes, "...and none of it makes any type of sense to me that's why. It fustrates me when I don't know what's going on around me."
'Does she know? Should I tell her? Would it be best if I do?' Butch weighs to himself until he notices her hand wave in front of his face.
"You have a really short attention span you know. You zoned out in less than three seconds flat." Buttercup discloses once she removes her hand from in front of his face.
"Beside the point, it looks as if you were out for a casual stroll around the neighborhood." She revels as it produces a smile on his face since she had a point.
"...and you're the only one to point that out. I think you like to figure out my personality as it unfolds before your eyes." He says while he casts his eyes in the direction of his raven hair companion.
"Admit it to yourself Butter...you just love being around me." Butch alleges about her feelings for him.
"Uhm nol not really…it seems as if there is some higher power that's forcing me to stay around you. They are silently torturing me..." Buttercup declares out of exaggeration when she raises her clench fist up and shakes them.
"So it seems as if faith says that we are destined to be together, don't you agree?" He poses. They traveled through another crosswalk when Buttercup spotted a girl across the street with two red curly pigtails and a parked limo.
"Shit...its Princess," She mumbles under her breath when Butch tracks her line of vision since she wears a weird expression on her face.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't our Jaded Warrior and the transfer student. Don't you two make a interesting couple." Princess loudly yammers once she spots Buttercup with the transfer students and leans against the top part of her limo.
"See even Princess agrees with me and she has impeccable taste you know." He jokes while he snakes his arm around her waist and drags her closer to him. He had swiftly erased the two inches she had created as they walk.
Princess rolls her eyes at the action and lips to Buttercup, "You, of all people, should know better then to just waltz out here by yourself...especially when the Sports Fest is coming up."
"Rumors have been floating around that the Jaded Warrior would be dethroned in this up and coming year. You know what..." She halts in the middle of her sentence before she withdraws her cellphone and presses the flash on her camera.
"You know, I was just on my way to visit Prince. He has been asking to see you for more than about two months now. Why would you ignore him? You know he cares deeply for you as you once did for him."
Butch realized that once Princess said the name Prince, Buttercup's body went ridge and glared down Princess' limousine until it drove down the streetway.
"That was intense!" He voiced after he witnessed the conversation between Buttercup and Princess.
"What was that all about?" Butch curiously probes when he sees her regain her composure once Princess had finally left them alone.
"It was nothing! Just a name that I buried with a hatchet long before I took over Pokey Oaks from the senior in charge. You do know how I did that right?" Buttercup quizzes to test his knowledge of his research about her and her reign.
"That's unimportant at the moment. We're here to enjoy our free time before we have to get involved with this Sports Fest." Butch retorts.
He had recognized that Buttercup was distraught after Princess said that name Prince.
"You know I have another idea now…you will absolutely love it!" Butch abruptly declares.
He then ensnares her hand and tugs her along with him.
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Blossom yawns and stretches her body out against the cushion material that serves as a sleeping bag for her and her other sisters'. They used them whenever they felt too lazy to retrieve the air mattresses.
She swiftly scopes out who and what was around her but did not see Buttercup anywhere.
Blossom did not instantly panic since she was already use to her disappearing acts. It had started ever since overthrew Pokey Oaks and acquired the title as the Top.
In turn, all three of their realtively normal lives were drastically change within a couple of months all while they simply try to adjust to high school life.
She executes another stretch before she wipes the sleep out of her eyes. She then leans forward with her knees to her chest, runs her fingers through her long orange hair and finds it disheveled and unruly.
'Oh well...it doesn't look like I'm going anywhere today. Wait, I need to get some supplies for my Lit. class project.' Blossom recalls her project that would count for more than half of her grade and it was due tomorrow.
She rolls over until she was near the window and removes a small silver box from the side of the wall. It accomdates all of their hair products whenever they were too weary to head to their own bedrooms.
Blossom reaches for her red ribbon to add the final touch to her hair. She complies a mental list of what she needs and estimates how much it would all cost.
'Good thing I was paid earlier this week from the school mentoring program.'
She peers over at Bubbles and decides to let her sleep a little while longer. Between the two of them, she was more emotionally drained from the entire incident last night.
''I guess that means Buttercup went out to get some fresh air. I hope she can recover from what happened! Or maybe she can't remember what all happened. I wonder what it is?' Blossom weighs when she selects a pink tank top with ruffles on the top, a pair of blue jean pants and some pinks flats.
A deep sigh escapes her mouth as she prepares herself for what was ahead of her...the traffic of the store.
'Just great! It's not like me to wait and do something as important as a project so last minute.' She surmises while she ventures downstairs and out of the front door.
Blossom floats upwards until she reaches the proper altitude and jets off in the direction of the arts and craft store.
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Author's Note:
07.16.16 Major editing revision