A/N: brightening things up! I'll try to keep it up for as long as possible.

Chapter 15: "Because there's one thing stronger than magic: sisterhood" - Robin Benway

Bubbles wrangled her hands as she glanced from Blossom to Buttercup. The redhead's puffy eyes were downcast. Buttercup sat next to her, mortified. The brunette was so stiff, she barely moved the shoulder where minutes before Blossom was sobbing on.

The blonde decided she had chosen the worst moment to ask where the aspirin was. Bubbles didn't know what happened prior to waking into Blossom and Buttercup, nor did she have the courage to ask. All she could do was sheepishly sit at the edge of her bed and watch Blossom's crying die down. Then, the redhead silently sat down by Bubbles's side, without even glancing at her sistes. Buttercup awkwardly followed suit, putting the blonde between the two of them.

The situation was too awkward to breathe. Bubbles looked up at the ceiling, praying that help from beyond would come and instantly fix everything forever.

The blonde had chosen the worst moment to ask where the aspirin was. Bubbles didn't know what had happened prior to walking into Blossom and Buttercup, nor did she want to ask.

"Well!" Like magic, Blossom broke the silence, rubbing her eyes, "Sorry about that, girls!" She turned with a smile, her puffy, rosy cheeks shining under her eyes. Bubbles and Buttercup blinked in silence. The redhead swallowed, "Y, you guys know how I get with school!" She said, jumping to her feet.

Buttercup let out a breath, "...what?"

Blossom spun around, "Yes! Yes, school! I... That letter we, we got in the mail, remember? It was for school!" She chuckled nervously, "I, it was... something to get more school credit. A program, if you will... and I was rejected."

Buttercup narrowed her eyes, "School credit?"

Blossom nodded vigorously, "Yes! Yes, y, you saw me taking the envelope, right? Y, you did. Bubbles, she saw me with the envelope."

Bubbles blinked, "...okay."

"It was an envelope." Buttercup said dryly, "Not an alibi."

Blossom froze under Buttercup's hard dark stare.

"Well!" Bubbles jumped up, "Bloss, you are always soo worried about school." She grinned, squeezing her sister's arm, "Y, you need to relax! Right, Butter-"

"How fuckin' dare you lie to me like that!" Buttercup shouted, marching towards Blossom, "What kind of stupid idiot do you think I am!?" She said, jamming a finger on Blossom's chest.

Bubbles groaned, "Buttercup..."

"No!" The brunette barked, turning back to the mortified redhead, "You don't get to pull that shit on me! I'm not a dumb idiot! You can't treat me like one!"

"Buttercup, please!" Bubbles slapped her forehead.

"What kind of dumbass would believe that!?" Buttercup kept barking at her sister's face, "I mean, Bubbles? Sure! But me? Come on!"

"Butterc... Wait!" Bubbles scowled, angrily stepping in, "What do you mean, Bubbles?"

Buttercup scowled back, "You were ready to buy that shit!"

"No, I wasn't! I was just pretending to!" Bubbles retorted, "That's what you're supposed to do, but you wouldn't know that!"

"It's not! She doesn't get away with lying to us all willy nilly! Why'd you let her!?"

"I'm trying to make things better!"

"Well, it's not working! So let's yell it out until Blossom spews the truth!" Buttercup yelled at the top of her lungs, "At least we'll be doing something!"

Bubbles covered her ears, "Yelling never solved anything! And I have a headache because of you!"

"Blossom spent last week in bed and you were manic! I WAS TRYING TO FIX THIS SHIT!"

"WELL, IT DIDN'T WORK!"

"Girls! It's the Professor!"

Bubbles and Buttercup froze, whipping their heads in the direction of the PowerPuff GirlsTM tune. Professor insisted they used that tune for his calls, since 'you will always be my super girls.'

Blossom swallowed, "We should get this, girls. He had some missed calls this morning, you know how he can be."

"She's right, BC!" Bubbles blurted out before Buttercup could protest.

Bubbles and Buttercup froze, whipping their heads in the direction of the PowerPuff GirlsTM tune. Professor insisted they used that tune for his calls, since 'you will always be my super girls.'

"Come on!" Bubbles pulled Buttercup by the wrist and paused, seizing Blossom up and down, "Bloss... is it a video call?" She frowned. The redhead simply nodded, "Well then we better get your that fixed." She said, patting down a baby hair on the top of Blossom's forehead.

Buttercup angrily rolled her eyes, "Oh, just pick up- Hiii, Professor!"

Professor adjusted his glasses, "Hey, girls!" He beamed, positioning his cellphone down in the way all parents do, so it filmed his face from a low angle that made his face look comically big, "It's been a while since I heard from you! Sleeping in from staying up too late? Bubbles? Buttercup?"

"Come on, Professor." Buttercup rolled her eyes sarcastically, "Blossom is the one you should keep an eye on."

The redhead threw her a look. Not a scolding or Please Don't Tell Dad look, more like a deer caught in headlights.

"Buttercup, stop it!" Professor reprimanded, "I barely have time to keep tabs on each one of you when I'm in Townsville."

Buttercup groaned.

It didn't matter how smart a parent is, calls with them are all the same (except for Todd, because his parents didn't love him). Usually, the calls start with the standard questions.

"Are you eating vegetables? Buttercup, don't do that face. It's Summer, the weather is always beautiful outside! Remember to go outside, but stay away from the Sun after noon or else you might get skin cancer. Blossom, the vitamin D supplements are in the kitchen cabinet. Also, remember to put your laundry away. Yes, Bubbles, this counts for the clothes you were 'just trying on'."

Then, they move to topics the local news channel talked about for five minutes. This time, it was drugs and communism.

"Are you girls doing vapes? Also, while I personally disagree with overthrowing American democracy, but know I'll always support you... Just be yourselves and have fun."

In the end, Professor was doing the best with what he had.

During the conversation, he noticed they were smiling awkwardly, but one sister in particular had a rather off-putting demeanor.

"Anything else, Professor?" Blossom cocked her head to the side, an unnerving grin on her pale lips.

The man smiled, trying to come up with the right words,"Are you ok- you girls, are you alright?"

"Missing you a lot!" Bubbles chirped, eliciting chuckles from her dad and sister. Buttercup threw her two sisters a look.

"Yes, sweetie... Me too. But..." He looked intensely at Blossom, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

He watched the redhead's smile fail for a second, "Of course! Always."

Buttercup rolled her eyes whilst Bubbles and Professor kept smiling.

"I just have to remind you, is all." The man smiled, "Goodbye, girls!"

"Byeeee!" the triplets said in unison.

Blossom exhaled as soon as she hit the hangup button.

"Of course! Always!" Buttercup mimicked in a mocking tone over her shoulder, "We're not done. You fooled him, not me."

Blossom just gave her a look, "Buttercup, I'm tired. Can we leave this for later?"

"Bitch, we have been leaving things for later!" Buttercup exclaimed, doing air quotes, "That's how we got here! And look at you! You're fucked up. We're all fucked up."

Bubbles pouted, "Hey! I'm normal!"

The brunette threw her a look, "You're the least normal person I've ever met in my life." She said bluntly before turning back to Blossom, "C'mon, spit it out! I'm not letting you off the hook with a bullshit lie!"

Blossom seemed to break for a moment, "I told you! It's not, I'm not lying." She said, lying again, "If anything, I should be mad at you!" She flipped, pointing a finger back at Buttercup, "You tampered with our drinks yesterday! And got Mike sick! He could be in a hospital bed right now!"

Bubbles raised her shoulders, "I mean, that's true."

Buttercup looked from one sister to the other, exasperated, "That's not the point! That's not why- she..." The brunette weakly pointed at the redhead as she looked at Bubbles, then back at Blossom, "You... You were-! You broke down!"

Blossom sniffed, flipping her unbrushed hair off her shoulder, "I already told you why. I'm done. You should be thinking about what you did last night, not picking up fights. End of discussion."

Buttercup's jaw hung open as she watched Blossom confidently stride out of the room. She turned to Bubbles, who looked down, rubbing one arm.

"Just let her be." The blonde said softly, "Blossom is very smart and independent. She would tell us if she needed help."

Buttercup scowled, "What if that's too late? You think she can just bossgirl her way through? My shirt is still wet, Bubbles."

Bubbles looked down, shaking her head, "Buttercup... Let's leave it for later, ok?" The blonde smiled sadly.

The brunette froze and stared at her, dangerously silent.

"Fuck it." Buttercup huffed.

On the same day, within hours she went from a near heart attack that was solved by Butch and a warhead, to Blossom's meltdown and have the same Blossom flip the situation and leave like nothing had happened. Buttercup balled her hands into tight fists.

At a nearly inhuman speed, she stormed out to change from her pajamas into some clothes she picked up from the floor before running out of the house. Butch better pick up his phone or she'll be knocking on his door.

Blossom fled to the bathroom, breathing heavily. She might have looked like a psych ward runaway with matted hair and a large grey shirt, nearly stumbling down in her knockoff Birkenstocks.

She slid down the bathroom door with a sigh after slamming it shut, as if the day could get any more dramatic. She sat, waiting.

It didn't take long to hear the bedroom door slam, then, the main door not short after. It felt like an eternity until the main door slammed a second time.

Blossom breathed out, relaxing her back against the door.

Turning against Buttercup was manipulative but when she realized the brunette wouldn't let go, it was like the flip of a switch, and her mind came up with a plan to turn the tables. Was that gaslighting? No, she didn't trick anyone into questioning their sanity. She just lied.

'Just.'

But it didn't hurt anyone, Blossom was just keeping a secret. Everybody has secrets, Bubbles and Buttercup must have plenty of secrets of their own! She was entitled to her privacy.

The girl groaned as she stood up, and looked in the mirror. She almost jumped, startled at her reflection. Purple dark circles were forming under her bloodshot eyes, her chapped lips seemed to disappear into her pale complexion. The worst of all was her hair. Blossom lightly touched a piece of it, rubbing its coarse texture. It barely resembled the silky mane she prized as a child.

Now, to say there was an attempt to fix it would be generous. Blossom meant to, she really did, as she grabbed a comb, and went to brush it, but at the first tug, something got to her.

In a swift move, she threw the comb in the sink, grabbed the pair of hair scissors under it, and... did it.

FROCK.

It was quite anticlimactic, to be honest.

The ends of her hair went from below her hips to her ribs. Which was quite short for Blossom.

The redhead slid the scissors down the bangs she was trying to grow out for senior year, and down the hair length.

The sound was relaxing. In fact, it was almost whimsical to watch each neglected strand bounce into soft waves with the sliding of the blade. The feeling was so satisfying Bloss didn't even realize the pile of hair on the sink until she looked down.

"Oh, boy." She blinked at the pile of hair on the sink, and then at the mirror, "Oh..."

Instead of sitting in one length, her hair cascaded in soft waves. It looked... lighter. It sure felt lighter.

Blossom grinned, watching the new, barely-there waves sway as she ran her fingers down her hair.

She liked it.

Whoever said the Sun and a nice walk was good to improve someone's mood was stupidly wrong.

Boomer scowled, kicking the park grass. He sighed, looking down at the tiny spot of dirt that was moved with his kick. Not even property damage improved his mood.

He scratched the top of his head and lazily walked over to a bench. Something about ejaculating so soon you don't even get the chance to have sex for the first time with your not-really-girlfriend, and then breaking up felt sour.

The Sun reflection on the lake the bench was facing hurt his eyes. The boy squinted at the ground, putting his elbows on his knees. Something about being alone for days took his mind to places he thought it would never go back to. Boomer slapped his forehead and groaned.

"I swear if I have to eat one more fuckin' warhead..."

"Boomer?"

He rubbed his face with both hands.

Great, now he was hearing her voice. Talk about speedrunning his way to the looney bin. He was even hallucinating a petite figure sitting by his side.

"Boomer...?"

The touch on his thigh almost made him jump.

"What the- Bubbles?"

Bubbles smiled shielding her own eyes from the Sun reflection, "Hi."

Boomer gawked at her, "...hi."

The girl grinned, sitting back, as if she realized they'd touched, "Huh. How've you been?"

Boomer cleared his throat, "Good! Good." He replied, scratching his jaw.

"...I like it."

He blinked, "What?"

Bubbles glanced at her side with a sly smile, "The beard."

Boomer touched the golden stubs on his face, feeling his lips quiver into a smile.

They sat in silence for a good minute. It was bittersweet, something between being comfortable with each other's presence and wanting to yell at the top of their lungs.

Boomer wondered what he could say.

'I miss you.'

'We can be friends if you want.'

'I really miss you.'

'We can be girlfriend-boyfriend if you want.'

'I began having nightmares with HIM and Mojo again.'

'I really, really miss you.'

'What do you want from me? Do you like-like me? You are driving me insane.'

'Did you see the embarrassing face I made when I came?'

"I want everything." Bubbles blurted out as if she could read his last thought (no, not that one), "I eat candy from when we were kids, sometimes I pretend I can speak with animals, I kept all my toys, and sometimes I even play with them as if that'd magically make life good again." She breathed out, "And I'm scared to grow up because I feel like I'm running out of time to be happy like I used to."

Boomer gawked at her profile. She barely glanced at him, the words just poured out of her mouth and stopped as suddenly. He sat straight up again.

What should he say? That was too much information to process, let alone respond to. And then, he'd have to think about what he wanted to tell her, and then-

"But..." Bubbles paused, making Boomer look at her again. She peered at him, "I prefer to try to be happy now. You make me happy... But I'm really confused."

Boomer parted his lips, "I'm confused too."

Bubbles turned to him, "Wanna be confused together?" She asked with a sly grin.

Boomer blinked, a smile creeping up his lips. After Bubbles smiled back, he slowly leaned over until their lips were so close she could feel his stubby beard tickle her top lip.

"I think I do."

Send the money to my Venmo and come pick it up before classes start.

Damn, how old are you? That's a lot of money.

Brick rolled his eyes at the message, talking like he was a playboy living on mommy and daddy money.

And that's a good fucking bike. If you're not up to it, tell me. I have other buyers with better offers than you.

He didn't.

Ok, ok. Fine, dude. I'll Venmo you the money and call you when I go get the bike next week.

Brick sighed. He couldn't help but feel a dent in his chest... then he thought he wouldn't need to ride with Butch or Boomer holding his waist. A car was better for all of them, even if significantly less cool... and had a lot less attachment to it.

He blinked up at the orange recipients on his study desk and bit his lip.

He had promised Blossom a date to say goodbye to Cheryl. Despite the hesitancy, Brick pressed her contact number. The phone rang for quite a while, making Brick blink at the medication recipients again.

He couldn't keep his eyes off them.

"Wh, Brick, hi! Hello. How're you?" Blossom's voice sounded hushed.

"Hey..." He opened a small smile, "Go-.

"What happened?" She blurted out, "I mean... Yesterday. I wanted thank you, and Butch too, for helping Bubbles and I yesterday. And there was the whole thing with Mike. I reckon it might have been hectic."

Brick rubbed his lips together, "It was nothing. Butch was on it, too, so losing some sleep was the least he could do."

Blossom exhaled with a quick pause before asking carefully, "Did I... Yesterday, did I do or say anything silly? Or rude? Was I rude?"

Brick grinned, "You could barely talk. You were speaking gibberish... lightweight gibberish." The boy lied.

That night was haunting him. He couldn't sleep between the memory of a disembodied voice snickering at him when he took her to the room, of Blossom in that dimly lit room telling him she wanted to sleep and the way the tiny rhinestones under her eyes twinkled like tears.

It was objectively innocuous, but it still made Brick's stomach turn.

Blossom sighed, "...is that bad? Lightweight is a pejorative adjective, right?"

Like a switch, Brick smiled again. The way his counterpart saw everything in black and white, unlike him, used to strike his nerves during class debates but with time, it became a reason to poke fun at her, and now, it had fully evolved to something endearing, "No, babe. It just means you can get shitfaced on a budget."

"Well... Anyway, thank you again for taking care of things yesterday."

"It was nothing... But I didn't call to talk about that." Brick said, deciding to just get into it.

"Oh? Why did you call then? I mean. You can always call, you don't need a specific reason to, but I guess since you said you do, I'm just asking... you know?"

"Babe... I'll have to leave Cheryl." Brick said, giddily anticipating extreme confusion from Blossom (and maybe a little jealousy).

Instead, Blossom gasped, "What! But you love your bike!"

Brick blinked, "...you remembered."

"Of course. I have a very good memory." Blossom stated, confidently.

Brick smiled at the tone, "Well, you also remember we made plans to say goodbye to her in Metroville, right?"

A silence followed, "Oh. Y, yes, that. I also remember that."

"You sure?" Brick asked in a taunting voice, "Maybe your memory isn't as sharp as it used to be.

"Oh, stop it. I have a better memory than you!

The competitiveness made Brick smile. That was more like her.

Brick smirked, "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 12. Sleep out your hangover today, Metroville tomorrow. Don't want to give you any chance to change your mind."

Buttercup was glad she and Butch had their go-to place after gym - it was like a comfort place after their comfort place.

"I'm dying for a cheeseburger."

Butch scoffed, "I'm dying to know what the fuck made you so mad."

"Nothing."

The boy smirked, leaning over the diner table. Buttercup ignored him, occasionally peering at his rough, veiny hands on the table and the silver "men" bracelet and ring he had on... and which he had to take off for the gym, so there was really no point in using those. It was obvious he only wore them to make his hands stand out like the adult women waiting tables at the diner would give him a chance.

Finally, Buttercup gave in and looked up. The contrast of the boy's deep green eyes against his tanned skin was even more striking up close.

Looking from this angle, maybe a diner waitress might look at him twice before realizing he's a teenager.

"I saw you back there." Butch said in a deep voice, "They're gonna have to find another dummy for the martial arts classes."

Buttercup sighed before looking over her shoulder as if to make sure they were alone, "Blossom is being weird." She whispered, leaning forward.

The girl watched her counterpart blink in confusion, "What do you mean? What happened?"

Buttercup made a face, sitting back on the booth, "She cried."

Butch stared at his counterpart blankly and raised his shoulders, "Well, she is a girl- ouch!" He jumped at the kick Buttercup gave him under the table.

"Watch it or I will make you cry."

"Hey! Easy! You called me to blow off some steam!" Butch complained, "And I took care of your drunk sisters. I'm still feeling Bubbles' foot in my ribs, it must've done a number on my lung."

Buttercup gave him a look, "This doesn't even make sense."

"I'm not a biologist!" Butch pouted, crossing his arms over his chest, "If you're gonna be a bitch I'll just leave you to your cheeseburger."

"Whatever." Buttercup muttered, looking away for a moment, "Look, things suck right now. She was crying on my shoulder, the fuck was I supposed to do!?"

"Cry back on that bitch!"

Buttercup grimaced, "What?"

The advice threw her off so hard she didn't even register Butch had technically called her sister a name.

"Do it back!" Butch insisted, "Like, you wanna cry on me? Fine, I'll cry on you! Bam! See how she likes it."

Buttercup twisted her face, "Ok, first of all, I don't cry."

"Then be uncomfortable!" Butch kept insisting, "Do something she'd never expect. Like... I don't know, be nice? Brick hates it when I'm nice, he gets all squirmy. Blossom's his counterpart, it might work."

Buttercup stared at him. And sighed.

"...wanna share the fries?"

Morebucks mansion was a bore.

Lounging in a golden bikini by her pool, with a floppy purple hat that would put Blossom's old bow to shame, Princess Morebucks grumpily scrolled social media.

It was interesting to watch the paupers. Like a safari. As she briefly thought about her classmates spending Summer at... "grandma's home", a shiver ran down her spine. Princess could never imagine such a... simple life... but you can only scroll through so many pictures of public beaches and "nana's special apple pie" before it got old. It was Summer break, and Princess could take her jet to stay a day in Puerto Rico, Hawaii... but she'd been to those a billion times just this year. She even began recognizing the help.

The heiress groaned, throwing her phone on the lounge chair by her side. The day before Daddy had told her he'd buy a villa in Spain... and expected her to be happy, like she came from new money.

Bleep.

Princess's phone made a sound, and she peaked at the push notification from the corner of her eye, hoping something fun would be on the screen... It was Mike thanking her again.

The heiress laid back in her chair.

Yes, she was vomited on, and there was Hell to pay for that... but wow, what a night. No wonder she was so bored, it doesn't get more interesting than watching Blossom pass out whilst Mike dry heaves. Her classmates were filthy poor trash with no etiquette... but they could be fun to watch.

Princess thought of Blossom vomiting bile on her dress and decided she missed teasing her. Maybe it was time to brush up on that old habit for the senior year... But she needed new material, and bringing up Blossom getting drunk on accident was a low-hanging fruit. She thought of the pink binder sitting in her room. Her dad's lawyer had come around earlier, looking for it like a madman.

Blossom's obnoxious stationery must've had something noteworthy in it to make a grown man hunt it down like that.

Princess sighed, tossing her hat to the side as she put on her white silky robe, and walked inside the mansion.

Time to find out what it was. She didn't have anything better to do anyway.

The rest of the day did not go as expected.

After tidying up the bathroom, Blossom went to retrieve Professor's medication. Home alone, the redhead could do it before raising any suspicions. Professor's tone in their call was eery, to say the least.

Blossom paced back to the bedroom, calmly picking up her purse on Bubbles's vanity. She shoved her hand inside the purse for a moment... then another moment... Blossom scowled, opening it wide open to see her ID, a small wallet, and a few makeup items.

Cold blood rushed through her veins.

"No. No... no no no!"

Blossom shook the purse upside down, getting on her hands and knees, patting her hands on the pink carpet. Panting, the redhead shoved her torso under the nearest bed, scavaging Bubbles' glittery clothes. She kept crawling on the carpet, patting the way. Buttercup's bed was harder to look under, Blossom had to cover her mouth and nose with a hand while the other cleared the way from used gym sneakers and unwashed sports gear. Her bed had barely anything under it except for a few items recently tossed under it.

A ringing tone made the redhead jump, slamming the back of her head on the bottom of the bed like a goofy wet bandit.

"Ouch!" She gritted her teeth, holding the back of her head as she crawled out from under the bed. Movies really underestimate how sharp the pain is.

Hissing in pain, Blossom went after her phone, hoping it wasn't Professor again. When she looked at the caller, her heart fell to her stomach. She was torn, half excited (albeit involuntarily), half worried Brick would have a go at her for the night before, for her having to be babied at best, or making an absolute fool of herself at worst.

A warming memory flash from the night before, of Brick sitting next to her, the warmth of their thighs hovering over each other's... It would be soul-crushing if he wanted nothing to do with her, though understandable. Maybe it would be for the best.

But it wasn't the case. Blossom had to smack her lips together to keep herself from smiling like a giddy schoolgirl.

A date.

After hanging up, the redhead slapped her forehead, feeling her cheeks burn hot. She wished she had time to compose herself and go back to finding Professor's and Susan's pills, but the bedroom door was suddenly slammed open, followed by a happy humming.

"Blossom!" Bubbles chirped, "Hii! Are you feeling better?"

Blossom sighed, turning around, "Yes! Yes, I'm great."

"I see! You even went for a jog!" The blonde beamed, gesturing to her sister's red-pink cheeks for a moment before freezing. Blossom gave her a tight smirk and chuckled, nervously looking around. Bubbles blinked slowly, causing a spike in her sister's heart rate, "Oh my God!" She shouted slamming her palms on her cheeks, "...you cut your hair!"

The redhead blinked, confusingly touching the top of her hair. She'd completely forgotten, "Oh yeah... Yeah, I. I still need to wash it-"

The blonde began jumping amidst excited claps, "I love it!"

Blossom grinned. Apparently, Bubbles had gone on a jog herself.

Buttercup was the last sister to go back home. When she got there, it was almost dusk.

On the way back from the diner, Butch got distracted by some ducks in Townsville's park square, and they happened to see a group of geese attacking a single duck. Instead of calling someone else to help, her counterpart decided to intervene because he'd "watched plenty of videos on the internet saying geese are not that dangerous." Long story short, the pair ended up in a bird wrestling match they almost lost, and got scolded by police for tempering with wildlife.

By the end of the day, Butch was elated because "this would be such a good short story." Buttercup just asked to read it once he was done.

...And they did talk about it while sharing a vape. Sorry, Professor.

When she got back, Buttercup was expecting the home to be silent and dark, except the dim bedroom lights. Instead, the living room lights were on, and so was the TV. The brunette furrowed her brows.

"Hey...?" Buttercup carefully opened the door.

Blossom peered her head from the living room, "Buttercup!" She exclaimed in surprise, "Hum, Bubbles! Buttercup is here!"

The brunette walked into the living room, "What's going on?"

Bubbles emerged from the kitchen, skipping as she held two massive bowls of popcorn, "Surprise movie night!" She chirped, placing the bowls on the coffee table, "Blossom! Come on!"

"Just a minute!" The redhead shouted from the kitchen, "I'm getting the cups."

"We can drink the soda straight from the bottle!" Bubbles shouted, jokingly.

"NO!"

The blonde grinned, "Fine... Sit down, BC!" She tapped the seat next to her.

Buttercup cocked her head, taking her off her sneakers, "Surprise movie night?"

The blonde nodded, "We're picking a movie to watch without reading anything about it! No trailers, no reviews, no nothing!"

Buttercup nodded carefully, slowly sitting down, "And Blossom agreed?"

Bubbles shrugged, "As long as there are no graphic scenes. Right, Bloss!?"

As if on cue, Blossom stepped in, taking a seat on the chair next to the couch as she placed the cups down, "Bubbles insisted."

Buttercup shifted on her seat, peering at Blossom from the corner of her eye. Her sister only took quick glances in her direction, as if she was afraid the brunette would bring up the events from earlier. Buttercup kept glancing at her and the popcorn at the table whilst Blossom touched her face, flipped her hair, adjusted the hem of her shorts...

Buttercup tapped her fingers on her tight, before turning to Blossom.

"I like the hair." She blurted out, "It looks... swishy."

Blossom froze, and turned back to her, "Oh..." She blinked, lightly pulling a strand between her fingers, "Thank you."

Buttercup smiled, and so did the redhead.

"Well!" The brunette clapped her hands on her thighs, "Let's start this surprise movie already! The Hell we're watching?"

Bubbles grinned, flicking through the television menu, "Let's see... How about Good Boy? By Vil... Viljar B... Viljar Boe? It's quite short."

Buttercup tapped her fingers on her tight, before turning to Blossom.

"I like the hair." She blurted out, "It looks... swishy."

"The title sounds cute!" Bubbles chirped, "I bet it's one of those movies about cute, happy dogs."

Buttercup placed a bowl of popcorn between the two of them, "Sure. Let's get it on!"

Blossom nibbled on her popcorn, "Yes." She gave her sisters a warm smile, "I could use something lighthearted."

Buttercup returned the smile as Bubbles pressed play.

"Alright... And remember, whatever happens, we have to watch it until the end!"

A/N: I beg of you to look up the plot of Good Boy to get the joke I tried to make at the end.