Blankets of white, fresh snow covered the hills and planes of Townsville as the sun rose over the momentarily sleepy town. Blossom watched from her window, a nice hot cup of coffee grasped delicately in her hands. Buttercup snoozed away in the warmth of her bed, tossing every few seconds as she mutters incoherent words in her sleep. Bubbles worked her way through the kitchen as gracefully as a waltz, cooking for everyone. The Professor continued working on the newest project in his lab, not an ounce of sleep in his system. The Utonium house hold was quiet and peaceful on the bitter cold winter morning.

School started back up today. After two weeks of winter freedom, everyone was going back. Blossom was excited to get back to her studies, and Bubbles was happy she'd get to see her friends, but Buttercup would much rather sleep the day away than go back. Waking up at the, 'Ass crack of dawn' as she would put it, was not something the Toughest Fighter enjoyed. Professor didn't know what day it was, let alone the fact that it was the new year. The girls just let him be in his laboratory as they went on about their lives. They saw him at the dinner table and he'd make brief appearances around the house when Bubbles forced him to take small breaks, and this morning was no different from the rest. Professor wouldn't be joining them and would be working the day away in his lab. Bubbles walked a plate of breakfast down to the lab and placed it on his desk along with a sandwich for lunch.

"Blossom, it's almost breakfast time!" Bubbles called up the stairs.

"Alright!" The redhead called back, turning her attention away from the snow covered Townsville. As per every morning, it was Blossom's job to wake the sleeping dragon. It wasn't a fun job, it was the least she could do since Bubbles always gets up at five in order to get ready and cook for everyone.

As the girls got older the Professor expanded the house, making more space to build more rooms. Blossom's room is what use to be the one they shared, next to her was Bubbles, and the last room on the second floor was Buttercup's room. Between all three rooms, Buttercup's was the darkest with the most amount of stuff. Posters, graffiti, painting of cities, and random objects cluttered her walls. When she was awake music poured out from under the door and vibrated the walls. And when she was fourteen, Buttercup swapped her normal light bulb for a black light bulb and it stayed pretty much the same after that.

With a deep breath, Blossom knocked on the door and announced herself before opening the door. As she pushed the hard wood door back, she poked her head in the see exactly what she expected: Buttercup wrapped up in her heap of blankets, her black mass of hair poking out from the top, and one of her legs out from under the cocoon of blankets and hanging off the side of the mattress. With a heavy sigh, Blossom pushed the door open further, just enough for her to get through. She walked to the side of the bed and peeled the blankets from Buttercup's exposed skin. The dark headed Puff curled up and tossed over in aggravation, a hand stretched out and searching for her blankets. A few gibbering gruffs left her lips before she barely cracked an eye open.

"Blossom, this isn't funny! I'm cold." Buttercup groaned and reached out for her covers.

"I'm not laughing." Blossom shop back. "Bubbles has breakfast ready and we have school in two hours. It's time to get up." She stated, her free hand pushing back her hair frustratedly.

"School?" Buttercup cracked and then groaned as she turned onto her back. "Fuck," She growled and pushed back her matted hair.

"Language, Buttercup." Blossom groaned and rolled her eyes. Was Buttercup ever going to outgrow that vulgar mouth? "Come on, get up. I'm not playing around anymore. Get up." Blossom ordered and pulled at her sisters arm.

"I'm up, dammit! Let go of me." Buttercup yanked her arm back and glared at her sister. "Shit, you don't have to be so fucking handsy. I'm up, you can leave now."

"Not until you're in the shower and getting ready." Blossom crossed her arms and stood her ground.

Buttercup glared at her sister, knowing damn well she wasn't going to move from that spot until she heard the shower going. With a growl, the Green Puff flung her feet off the bed and onto the cold wood floor. She pushed past her stubborn sister and to her closet where she grabbed whatever she saw and then stomped off to the shower in the hall. Blossom did in fact stand in that spot, not moving an inch, until she heard the shower head go. With a satisfied 'hmph', she threw Buttercup's blankets onto the bed and made it up nice and neat. At least she could make one thing in her sisters room neat.

Victorious once again, Blossom bounced down the hall and the stairs. She swung around the corner and joined her blonde sister in the dinning room. Bubbles had gone all out this morning. She made chocolate chip pancakes (Buttercup's favorite), bacon, eggs, sausage, and she even made Blossom a small parfait. Happy and ready to start the day, Blossom started eating.

Buttercup came down the stairs a good half hour later and had just enough time to inhale breakfast. Bubbles packed the Toughest Fighter's lunch and carefully placed it in Buttercup's backpack, trying to make sure it wouldn't get crushed amongst all the clutter in it. Blossom made her way downstairs to tell the Professor it was time to leave and a few minutes later they piled into the car. In the back Blossom looked out the window, a small smile on her lips as she looked out at all the snow on the ground. Buttercup thumped her head against the cold glass, longing for her bed and cocoon of covers, and wishing Bubbles would play something else other than the crappy overplayed music she was picking so far. In the front Bubbles alternated between manning the radio and texting the mass of people she knew.

"It's such a beautiful morning." Blossom said aloud to herself.

"Yeah, well I'd rather be asleep." Buttercup groaned from her spot next to her sister.

"You're right, Bloss. It's so pretty outside." Bubbles agreed, completely ignoring her second oldest sister's grumpy comment.

"Maybe we can build a snowman when you get home like we use to. How's that sound, girls?" The Professor chimed in, looking at the rear view mirror to see the other two. Buttercup rolled her eyes and said nothing, while Blossom cheerfully agreed to the idea.

"That sounds great, Professor!" She smiled brightly.

"Yeah, great." Buttercup grumbled, looking out the window.

"I think that sounds wonderful, Professor." Bubbles chimed in, switching the radio to another cheery pop song. Buttercup groaned and cupped her ears, attempting to block out the sound.

"Bubs, can you please change this crap?"

"And what? Change it to the stuff you listen to? No thank you." The blonde frowned, shaking her head. She wasn't a fan of her sister's music. It took everything in here to tolerate it when she blared it through the house.

As the School's flagpole came closer into view, Buttercup found herself feeling grateful. She hated this sugary pop crap Bubbles and Blossom listened to more than she hated school. She could at least sleep through her teacher's lectures. As the Professor pulled up to the curb, Buttercup flung herself forward to kiss the his cheek.

"Thanks for the ride, Pops. Love ya." She rushed out, flinging herself out of the car and into the cold.

"I love you most." Bubbles giggled and pecked his cheek for exiting the car.

"We'll see you at home, Professor. Love you. Bye." Blossom smiled and kissed his cheek before heading into the cold.

"I love snow!" Bubbles cheered. "I love winter! I love life!" She threw a few fluffs of the ice cold specs into the air, giggling as she did so.

"You love everything, Pocahontas, not shut up." Buttercup grumbled, zipping her jacket up further and hugging her arms.

"Why are you so grumpy in the mornings?" Bubbles asked exaggeratedly, a sour look pointed at the dark haired girl.

"Why are you so stupidly happy all the time?" Buttercup shot back.

"I am not stupid!" Bubbles shot back.

"Why don't you go find your jockstrap boyfriend and leave me be?" Buttercup groaned, pushing the doors open to the school.

"You're so rude." Bubbles pouted. "I do wonder where Johnny is though." She pursed her lips and looked around.

"Probably flirting with the mirror." Buttercup quipped, a smirk on her face.

"He isn't self absorbed, Buttercup." Bubbles shot. "He wouldn't be dating me if he was." She add more calmly, sticking her tongue out.

"Oh yeah? Then explain to me why he's dating someone who's so similar to himself."

"What do you mean?" Bubbles raised a perfectly manicured brow.

"You both have blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and you both are into popular sports." Buttercup listed off, making Bubbles think and begin to pout.

"I am not pale." She shot after a minute.

"Face it, Bubs. You're pale." Buttercup mocked.

"What are you two fighting about this time?" Blossom sighed, approaching her sisters.

"Dating one's self." Buttercup answered, and Blossom raised her brow in confusion.

"Heya ladies!" Robin called out, grasping all three girl's attention.

"Hey, Robs." Buttercup waved and leaned against a set of lockers. "How was your break?"

"Great! The family went skiing! Gah, it was so much fun, and there were so many hot guys there." The brunette smiled widely and mock fanned herself.

"So, the trip went well?" Blossom asked, smiling sweetly.

"Yeah, it was fun. I mean, after two weeks being stuck in a cabin with my brothers, I was ready to rip their heads off, but you know how siblings are." Robin giggled and rubbed the back of her neck.

"No kidding." Buttercup snoring, shooting a meaningful look towards Bubbles. The blonde stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes.

Something behind the two caught their friend's attention, and then she waved with a wide grin, "Hey Mitch!" Buttercup and Bubbles spun around, now face to face with the school's bad boy.

"Hey, Raven." He grunted, not really paying any attention to the girl. "The principal's looking for you, Blossom."

"Why?" Blossom arched a brow, cocking her head to the side.

"Dunno. He said it was important though." He shrugged. "Oh, and he wants you two too." He looked down at the blonde and dark headed girls.

"As well." Blossom corrected.

"Whaever, he wants you now." Mitch shrugged and pushed past them. "Oh, and BC, you meeting me and the guys later?" He spun around and asked boredly. Blossom and Bubbles rolled their eyes at the moronic nickname hat was given to their sister. BC? What the hell was that?

"Maybe." Buttercup shrugged.

With a short wave goodbye to the brunette boy, Buttercup turned and headed down the hall. Bubbles and Blossom gave Robin a hug and a proper goodbye before taking off to catch up with their sister. The Principal's office was all the way across the building, but if it meant she could miss her first class period, Buttercup didn't mind. Principal Falcon was a total dickweed most days, but when he pulled her away from her classes, Buttercup thought the guy was a saint. Blossom pondered on the idea as to what he could want, and Bubbles was to caught up in her phone to really care.

"Do I really have to go? Johnny just texted and said he's in the weight room!" Bubbles whined, shoving her phone in her pocket.

"Sorry, Bubs, but you gotta tell pretty boy 'no' for once." Buttercup mocked.

"Shut up, BC." Bubbles shot back.

"Oh, don't you start with that crap." Buttercup halted her movement, turning to face her younger sister.

"I don't know what you're talking about...BC."

"You are treading in some dangerous territory, Little Blue." Buttercup growled.

Blossoms sighed, taking her place as the responsible one, and pushing the two apart. "Can you two please stop fighting? It's getting ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous is that you still wear that stupid bow." Buttercup snapped.

"Yeah." Bubbles agreed.

Blossom groaned and muttered, "At least you're finally agreeing on something."

Arguing finally set aside, the trio continued down the hall. A few people caught their attention, briefly stopping them for a chat, but only after a few spar moments and a handful of shared words, Blossom would push the girls on and apologize to their company. It was, after all, Blossom's job to make sure the girls got to where they were suppose to go. They would never make it to the office in appropriate timing if she didn't. Buttercup would end up getting distracted by the sports teams, and Bubbles would probably end up sucking face with Johnny in the weight room.

"Mr. Falcon," Blossom pushed the door open to the office, "you asked for-"

It wasn't the pudgy, bald man that greeted them. No, the company they were greeted with were no Mr. Falcon. Their new company caused an immediate groan to slip from Blossom's lips and a shiver down Bubbles' spine. Buttercup just grunted and nodded her head in 'hello'. All three stood in front of the doorway as the door itself shut behind them.

"What are you three doing here?" Blossom spat.

Boomer leaned against a wall, a half hearted grin on his lips as his eyes flickered in the direction of the girls. He gave a small, lazy wave, before turning his attention back to his brothers. Butch had settled himself on the center of the abandoned secretary's desk, fiddling with the name plate. He looked up from the object and sent a wink and devil-may-care smirk towards the green puff, then a perfunctory glance towards the other two before returning back to his fiddling. Brick leaned against another wall, glancing up at the three from his peripheral vision. His hands stayed shoved in his pockets and his posture stayed a little bent, and he seemed as though he had no care for the girl's presence.

"I asked you a question." Blossom growled.

"And we don't care." Brick shot back coolly.

"Maybe we should play nice, Blossom. They haven't done anything wrong so far." Bubbles squeaked, slightly hiding herself behind her two older sisters.

"They're the Rowdyruff Boys. They always do something wrong." Blossom quipped, placing a delicate hand on her hip.

"How nice of you to say, Pinky. It really warms my heart." Brick straightened up, glaring eyes zeroed in on his counterpart.

"We'll good for y-"

"Girls! Oh, girls, you're here!" The tall and slender secretary popped out from behind one of the doors.

"Mrs. Hatter," Blossom relaxed, her attention still slightly on the boys.

"Mr. Falcon's been waiting on you three. Please, follow me." The woman was jumpy and nervous, a common reaction to the boys' presence.

Silently, the girls started to follow the secretary. Blossom shot glares to the other three while Bubbles avoided eye contact and Buttercup walked without a care. The green Puff did in fact reach out her hand, catching the heavy rock paper weight Butch had been throwing in the air as it fell. She shot her counterpart a cool glance before silently following her sisters. The three walked down the hall and a loud slamming on the Principal's door told the boys they had made it.

Brick smirked as he heard the angry slam. No one could slam a door like his counterpart. Boomer glanced up and shrugged before turning his attention to the ceiling, pondering whatever it was that Boomer pondered. Butch let out a roar of laughter before a flying rock collided with the back of his head, sending him face first into the carpet. Brick smugly chuckled and turned his gaze towards the hallway, waiting for their presences to be called upon.

"Ah! Girls, you're here." The bald man shot up from his seat behind the desk and quickly waddled his way towards the three. "Thank you for coming. Please, take a seat." He shook Blossom's hand and gestured towards the three armchairs.

"What's this all about, Mr. F." Buttercup asked, shockingly calm.

"Well, I guess we'll get right to it then I suppose." The older man's face fell and he rubbed her massive hand over his shinny dome. "You see, Girls, the school has been thriving off you for quite some time now. Blossom's academic abilities and Buttercup's athletic skills bring the school a lot of attention. And Bubbles, your victories in all of the art and drama UIL matches have won the art department thousands of dollars."

"Thank you, sir." Blossom sighed. "But that doesn't-"

"That doesn't explain the boys. Yes, I know." He sighed. "You see, you girls have brought the school great amounts of prestige, but-"

"But, so have the Rowdies." Buttercup finished.

"Yes. Brick's excellent grades and AP courses has captured the Board's attention. And Butch's championship and district wins has got more College scouts coming around. And Boomer's band has won so many competitions, the Music Department has overwhelmingly increased." Mr. Falcon exclaimed.

"Sorry, Sir, but I still don't see-"

"Why I've called for you?" Blossom nodded. "Yes, well, even with all the money and awards and prestige you six bring this school, you're...rivalry is seeming to bring just as much warning and caution. We haven't had as many transfers in the last four years, and our Freshman class numbers have seemed to take a little dip since the six of you have started here. Between all the fighting, the occasional physical outburst, and the utmost feeling of discomfort and uneasiness, the school has caught a reputation for violence." Blossom hung her head in disappointment while Bubbles bit her lip in guilt. Buttercup stood completely unfazed, bored expression plastered on her face.

"And how exactly would you like us to fix this problem?" Buttercup quipped.

"Buttercup-"

"No, Red, I'm serious." Buttercup quickly cut off her sister's angry lecture. "Townsville is home to the two most powerful groups. We were raised to defend this town, while the Rowdyruff boys were taught to destroy it. If anyone is responsible for the, what was it you called it, 'rivalry?' between our two teams, it's the citizens of this town. No one cared to take the boys away from Mojo and Him, and we were told just to fight them and defeat them. Not to help them. If the tension between us and the Boys is too much for the town to handle, then maybe you should do something about it yourselves and stop blaming us for acting how you initially wanted us to." Blossom stood speechless. She couldn't really argue with her hot-headed sister. Her points were spot on, and very accurate. Blossom cut her eyes too the Principal, waiting for his reaction.

"You're right." Shocked, Buttercup and Blossom's eyes widened and their balance faltered for a brief moment. Bubbles just raised a curious blonde brow, still a little foggy on what everyone was talking about. "You are very right, Buttercup. This hate between you six is our fault. We should have tried to help those boys, and we should have made you feel more worried for them rather than to ask you to just defeat them."

"Uh, Thanks." Buttercup choked out, adjusting herself to look more confident than shocked.

"And with that said, we as a town have decided," The round man sighed, looking up to meet the three girl's eyes. "You and the boys are going to patch the gap between you."

"What?!" Bubbles and Blossom gaped. Buttercup just stood there, eyes boredly looking at the man in front of her.

"You're joking!" Brick spat-

"No friggin way!" Boomer gaped.

"Hmph." Butch shrugged and looked over at the Office fish tank.

"Sadly," Blossom groaned, "he isn't."

"I know this might be a little hard at first, but the town believes if the six of you can become more acquainted with each other, then you might not be so prone to fighting and referring to violence." Mr. Falcon frantically explained, nervous and half-expecting a school rumble to break out.

"This is all you're fault!" Brick and Blossom both shouted towards their green claded siblings. Bordly, Butch raised a brow, and Buttercup twitched in annoyance.

"Our fault?" Buttercup angrily laughed. "I'm sorry. How is this our fault?" Her brow twitched and her fists clenched and unclenched.

"You two are the violent ones. If you two wouldn't fight so much then-"

"That's it!" Buttercup snapped. "Mr. F, how many time have Butch and I physically fought in the last year alone?" Buttercup angrily asked, darting her slightly glowing green eyes towards the fat, old man. Butch raised a lazy brow, not adding in his two cents.

"W-well, only a handful maybe. I think only six or seven perhaps." The shifted his weight, dabbing a white square of fabric against his sweat drenched forehead.

"And how many times has Everything Nice and the Puppy Dog Tails gotten into it?" The angry Puff spat.

"Bubbles and Boomer. Well into the twenties, if not thirties." Mr. Falcom furrowed his brows. Blossom looked over to Bubbles with a harsh glare. Brick growled in his brother's direction, looking at him through his peripheral.

"And what about the Golden Girl and Brainiac Boy?" Buttercup was growing rather impatient.

"Surely over sixty, quite possibly in the triple digits." Mr. Falcon stated.

"'Over sixty, quite possibly in the triple digits'. Huh, well, I guess that means this whole bullshit over some rivalry has really nothing to do with me and Butch. We're just guilty by association." Buttercup seethed. "It seems, to me, that the real culprits are the two finger pointing stereotyping-"

"We get it, Buttercup!" Blossom snapped, rubbing her temples.

"As surprising as it is, Buttercup and Butch are the more calm ones in this predicament. They hardly resort to physically fighting each other, let alone anyone in the school."

"Sports are too important to risk." The two greens commented in unison.

"I'd gladly put someone in their place during off season." Butch shrugged.

"I guess people know better than to...aggravate us." Buttercup grinned.

"Aren't you two suppose to be more prone to physical outburst of violence? How is it you two have such a low record of school fights?" Brick raised a brow.

"Like we said, sports are too important to risk." Butch quipped.

As the six went back and forth on Butch and Buttercup's lack of physical fighting, Mr. Falcon stealthily handed out slips of paper. None of them seemed to notice as they took them fro him subconsciously. It wasn't until Bubbles looked down at her two slips of paper that the Principal was caught.

"Are these class schedules? Why do I have two?" Bubbles chirped, grasping everyone's attention.

"What?"

"Schedules?"

"Mine looks almost the same as the last one."

"My lunch got switched. Dammit!"

"Buttercup, language."

"Now, now, kids. Like I said before the town think that it would be best if you six became more acquainted with each other." Mr. Falcon frantically stated.

"Wait a second," Brick's eyes narrowed at the older man. "No-" He finally realized what was going on. He snatched Blossom's schedule out of her hand, gaining a protest and lecture in the process.

"-and who do you think you are snatching my sch-" Brick's red orbs frantically switched between the two slips of paper. His eyebrows furrowed and a few beads of sweat dotted his forehead until finally he'd gone over the eight class periods. He slowly looked up with wide red eyes and handed his counterpart's schedule back to her.

"Our classes," He started. "They're the same." He gulped. "Class for class. All eight. Every second of every day," He looked pale, as if he was losing balance in his knees. He held onto the edge of the secretary desk tightly, trying to prevent himself from falling face first. "-even lunch." He muttered.

"What?" Blossom's eyebrow shot up and snatched his slip of paper from his hand. "AP Physics, British Literature, AP Calculus..." The further she went on, the drier her mouth got and the quieter her voice got.

"But I still have two schedules. I have two sixth periods." Bubbles whined. "Mr. Falcon,-"

"I do to. I have Football and Theatre." Boomer stated.

"I'm sorry you two," Mr. Falcon sighed. "The only two classes you had in common on your previous schedules were Theatre, and Football and Cheer. I'm afraid you're going to have to come together and choose."

"But they don't have to choose!" The two blues cried out.

"Butch and Buttercup had pretty much all the same classes, they just had to be rearranged in order to match up." Mr. Falcon explained. "And Brick and Blossom already had pretty much the same schedule, there were just three or four classes that had to be rearranged and swapped out. I'm sorry you two, but you have to pick." The pudgy older man squeezed the sad pale blonde's shoulder and gave the dirty blond a sorrowed looked.

"But I just got Vice President of Theatre club," Boomer sighed disappointingly.

"I finally made Cheer Captain!" Bubbles cried.

"Coach Williams said I was a shoe in for first string."

"I got to pick out the uniforms. They were going to be so cute!"

"Pick Theatre!" Buttercup cheered.

"Pick Football!" Butch hollered.

"Football? No! If Boomer picks football then that means Bubbles is still in Cheerleading!" Buttercup growled in her counterparts direction.

"And if Bubbles picks Theatre, than that means the team will be losing their best quarterback. Have you seen Boomer's sick spiral?" Butch snapped back. "What's so bad about Bubbles staying with cheer? She's pretty hot in her uniform, and from what I've heard she's the best tumbler they have."

"Second best." Buttercup quipped. "And if she stayed with cheer, that means I can't quit!"

"Awe, but I like you in that short skirt, and that shirt is-"

"Mr. Rowdy, please refrain from any further comment." Mr. Falcon cut the boy off. "But I am sorry, Bubbles, Boomer. If you two don't make a decision I'm going to have to myself."

The two blonds shared a sad look and then sighed. "We'll choose, Football and Cheer."

"Coach Williams and Coach Graham will be happy to hear that." Mr. Falcon smiled and took the two other schedules.

"Dammit! I'm never getting rid of cheer!" Buttercup pulled at her dark hair.

"Good." Butch grinned, licking his lips.

"Pervert." Buttercup snapped, glaring daggers.

Butch shrugged, "I just appreciate the female body." And with a grin and a side glance to his counterpart, he added, "If you call that being a pervert, than I guess that's what I am."

"That's the definition of 'Pervert'." Buttercup retorted flatly.

"Buttercup!" Both dark headed super-humans looked over their shoulders boredly.

"Hm?" Buttercup raised a dark brow and turned to face the tall, thin girl. "What's shaken, Elana?"

"Hopefully your ass in sixth period." Butch muttered lowly. It was barely enough for Buttercup to catch it, but when she did she jabbed her elbow into his gut. "Humph! Shit." He coughed.

"Oh my goodness! Buttercup, I have been looking for you every where!" The girl cried, holding onto her knees as she sucked in air.

"I'll see you in class, Butters." Butch grunted, and unenthusiastically walked towards his class.

"Whatever," Buttercup waved over her shoulder and turned her attention back to the brunette. "So, Elana, what can I do for you?"

"Coach Graham wanted to make sure you and Bubbles chose Cheerleading. He heard that Bubbles was going to have to choose, and everyone knows her decision effects yours." Elana huffed out, still trying to regain control of her lungs. "She was afraid you two were off the team and tha-"

"We're still on the team. You can inform Coach G of that." Buttercup sighed. "I've got class to get to. Bye." The green puff groaned and turned on her heels sharply, stocking off to class.

"Man, this shit is so boring." Butch groaned, his arms folded on his desk and his chin resting boredly on them. He looked over to Buttercup as she did her work. She had put her headphones in ages ago and was concentrated on finishing before their next class.

Buttercup had changed since they were kids. Even Boomer could see that. She was still Butch's kick ass, bad mother fucker counterpart, but Buttercup was less boyish to say the extremely very least. She was shorter than Butch, and she was shorter than Blossom, but she wasn't a shrimp. She was more 5'4'' while Butch stood at a good 6'3''. Her hair was longer than it use to be, in fact it fell just between her shoulder-blades in heavily black silky waves. Her lips were full and her eyes were bright green and always filled with some kind of passionate emotion. Her skin was sun kissed and smooth, never a blemish on it...well, there was the one little scar on her hip bone that she bore and that was from Butch himself. And then there was Butch's favorite feature on her: Buttercup's figure. She was a curvaceous girl with wide hips, a tiny waist, and a dream of a rack on her. Her ass was plump and her breast were perky, Butch had 'accidentally' groped them enough to know by feel and looks. His counterpart was truly a image of his dirtiest dreams, and of his purest dreams. Her attitude matches his and her fire for the fight and for a good challenge made him twitch in adoration. He'd never tell anyone any of this, but that didn't stop him from thinking it.

He smirked lightly at the girl and then turned his attention back out to the window. He wasn't getting any work done. If anything, he'd just convince her to do it for him somehow later on.

"Hey, Bubbles, Mr. Carr says we have to switch lab partners." Krista Matthews, the science partner Boomer's had since Freshman year, announced to the petite blonde.

"What?" She squeaked. "But why? You're Boomer's partner. You have been si-"

"He said we have to switch. I'm sorry, but your in my spot." The redhead sighed and placed her things on top of the lab desk.

With a heavy sigh and her head hung low, Bubbles apologized and picked up her things. She glided over to her new lab spot in complete depression. Boomer hunched over the lab desk, soundlessly asleep on his stretched out arm. He never did his work in his science classes. Not that Bubbles really did her work either, but at least she paid some attention to the teacher's lectures! Boomer always just came in, plopped down in his spot, and was out in a matter of seconds.

Sadly, Bubbles plopped down in her chair and dropped her things onto the black top. She dug into her bag for a pen and began her work, thinking hard about the formulas they'd learn the previous semester. She was stuck on a certain question, her head pounding and pushed to it's limit. She growled lowly to herself and looked towards her sleeping counterpart. He was still snoozing away, not a care on his flawless face. Bubbles rested her cheek into her palm and just gracefully took in her counterparts features. He'd grown up to be hansom, she'd give him that. He was her counterpart after all, it was well expected for him to be the more charming one in the looks department. His hair was dark than her pale blonde locks, in fact a lot of people called it dirty blonde. His shagged over his eyebrows, carefully touching the tips of his black lashes. He had high cheekbones and a perfect jawline, with some softer features like how his eyes stayed pretty much half open as if he was always bored and disinterested, and how soft and compelling his lips were. He stood at a good 6'2'' while Bubbles herself stood at 5'2'', and his shoulders were wider and more muscular that you'd expect the dumb and more careful Ruff's to be. He was lean and well defined in his tones stomach, pecks, biceps, triceps, and other ares of mass muscle. He had no scars, blemishes, or any faltering marks on his perfect peach colored skin.

Bubbles caught herself in mid-thought, immediately shaking her head and turning back to her work. She did everything to keep her mind off the sleep boy next to her. And just before the bell rang, she finished her work, which was just in time for Boomer to wake up, wordlessly take her finished work and walk out of class. Stunned, Bubbles sat there in shocking stillness.

"Wha-"

"He's going to copy it and then turn it in tomorrow." Krista sighed as she patted Bubbles' shoulder. "Get use to it." The redhead sighed and walked out of the class, leaving Bubbles to silently ponder her knew second period life.

"I'm sorry you two, but you're just going to have to get use to it." Mrs. Alberez groaned and rubbed her temples as her two shining students complained about the new class assignment Pair-Ups.

"But, Mrs. Alberez, how am I suppose to concentrate and do my work properly with him as my assignment partner!" Blossom cried out, anger contorting her face.

"Like I want to work with a bossy dictator like you." Brick shotback. "Mrs. A, you gotta put me with someone else. I can't work with her!" The hotheaded Rowdy leader was livid. He hated that he had every class with this-this Bitch! But to make matters worse, every teacher has assigned new assignment partners, and suddenly every teacher wanted him and Blossom together. This whole 'Let's-make-amends' shit was not going to fly for very long.

"You know, Butch and Buttercup don't give me this much grief." The middle aged Hispanic woman shot towards the two. "And they aren't in my advanced classes. You two are supposed to be more mature than this. Why can't you just learn to work together? I'll give you extra credit if you just work together without giving me a headache."

"Extra credit?" The two straightened up.

"Fifteen extra points on every assignment you accomplish without giving me or the class any grief." The teacher chirped up, hope finally in sight for peace in her classroom.

The two redheaded super-humans looked towards each other, a small gleam in their abnormally colored eyes, and slowly the nodded and turned to their teacher. "Deal." The both shot out and turned around and stalked back to their desks.

Brick looked towards his counterpart. She gave him a never ending headache. Every time she opened that mouth of her's, he got a sharp pain in his temples. If she would just stand there and keep her trap shut, she wouldn't be so bad to be around. Brick would gladly admit that his counterpart was a looker. Her hair was long and fiercely red, and had a red ribbon in it in someway. It was like silky red heaven and it smelt like cherries, and her skin was slightly tanner than pale. Her pink eyes were round and always hungrily scanning over words in a book. Her lips-when they weren't open and spilling out shrill words-were perfect and the most amazing shade of pink. Her body was curvier than her youngest sisters, with her C-cup breast, tiny waist, and round ass. Her legs were long and striking, always looking beyond perfect in the heels she wore every day. Brick would admit to anyone that he thought his counterpart was a 5'6'' slice of outer perfection, but when they asked him about how he felt about her personality...he was no where near as nice in describing her.

"Grouching bitch." Brick spat under his breath and turned his attention to the board.

"He's such a-a...gah He's a-"

"A what, B? Jesus Christ, spit it out." Robin groaned and rubbed her temples. Blossom had been trying to say the same fucking thing since she walked into the cafeteria over ten minutes ago. Sadly, Bubbles and Buttercup were still standing in the lunch line, leaving the poor mundane girl to deal with Blossom and her inability to describe her hate for her counterpart.

"A-a...he's just so...ugh!" The redhead pulled at her hair and clenched her jaw. "You know?"

The poor brunette just looked at her friend with a cocked eyebrow and a fork frozen inches from her mouth. "Yeah..." the girl agreed awkwardly. Out of all three girls, why couldn't Robin get stuck with Buttercup for fifteen minutes? She never went all crazy psycho babble girl about Butch. The worst Robin had heard out of her about her counterpart was about his perverted remarks or maybe she got a little bent out of shape about a one-on-one game of Knock Out during gym. But Blossom and Bubbles were both very particular about their other halves. Neither one of them got a long with the blue and red Rowdy boys.

"This is such crap! Every one of my teachers have me pair up with that-that...Ger-uh!" Blossom growled and harshly pushed her tray away.

"Maybe it won't be as bad as you think, B. I mean, Butters gets along with Butch pretty well." Robin hesitantly offered her opinion, gaining an icy glare from her friend. "Or not." Robin held up her hands and laughed awkwardly.

"Or not what?" Bubbles chirped as she joined the two.

"Yeah, whatcha talkin' about?" Buttercup smirked and plopped down next to her older sister. She pointed to the abandoned tray and looked to her sister with a questioning brow. Blossom waved her hand and rolled her eyes in response and turning her attention towards the quad. Buttercup shrugged and pilled the food on Blossom's tray onto her own.

"Oh, nothing." Robin sighed and relaxed her tense shoulders.

Robin didn't understand the tension between the two red leaders and the blue popular teenagers. She didn't get how the two bad-ass, hot headed, fighters got along so well, and yet the two mature leaders couldn't find a way to be civil, or how the two popular and lovable blues couldn't find some kind of middle ground. Just before the winter break, Blossom and Brick had nearly completely demolished the library in an all out brawl, and Bubbles and Boomer had gotten into such a bad fight right before that, the town had to rebuild the school's electrical system. And, she didn't get how Blossom, a very appreciative observer of the male body, and Bubbles, the biggest girly-girl Robin knew, didn't just drool over the counterparts. Hell, Butch was a sex-God himself.

Boomer himself was a music loving, relaxed, chilled-back guy. He made you weak in the knees, but his brothers really took the cake. Brick was H-O-T hot. His hair was short now, but it was shaggy enough to poke out from under his hat, in fact his bangs sprung out from the tightening strap on his hat. Standing tall at 6'3'' with broad shoulder and a half hearted smirk on his lips, Brick was white hot Eye Candy. His jawline was a creation of God, and his red eyes bore into your soul like a hot knife through butter, and his skin unnaturally tan for a redhead, but he pulled off the anomaly. Robin nearly passed out every time she saw Brick during Gym, he was always shirtless playing basketball with the other boys. He was lean and muscular, more so than Boomer. He had a tribal tattoo of a phoenix on his left arm; it's wings reached up to the meeting of his arm and shoulder, and the tail's tip barely touched above his elbow. Something about the sharp edges of the marking and the black ink made his arm seem more muscular and defined. Plus, Brick had this air of mystery about him, He was always very quiet, more observation rather than out spoken. He was brooding and mysterious, which just added more to his attractiveness.

And Butch? Good gracious, don't get any girl in this school started on Butch. He was truly a sex God, the pinnacle of bad boy, the most obvious about his attraction to the ladies, the dirtiest with his words. One word uttered by him, and most girls were dripping...if you get what I mean. He stood tall at 6'3'' with wide and broad shoulders, muscular build, and skin that was kissed by the sun. His dark eyes scanned over every girl with a certain kind of hunger, his perfectly white canines were always shown off with the sexy smirk on his face. His onyx black hair was shorter than Boomer's, and about the same length as Brick's, and was like black silky waves you just wanted to run your fingers through. His voice, along with Brick's, were deeper than Boomer's, but Brick's was a always bored and Butch's was a little more rough and husky. His biceps and triceps were bigger than both his brother's, and it was known that not a single girl could wrap two hands around them. But, what made Butch even more sexy was when he was in his athletic practices. He was always on skins, when then coaches had the boys places shirts vs skins. He was muscular and delicious, and when he was sweaty it just added to his appeal. And, like Brick, he had a tattoo, but he's was massive in comparison to his redheaded brother's. Butch's tattoo started just under his rib-cage, going up his body and right peck, over his shoulder and down a quarter of his arm. The very bottom of his tattoo on his arm, a few of the lines went down and licked at his elbow, and in the middle was a tribal wolf. Butch's tattoo, build, body in general, and man-whorish attitude made him the school's most sought after bed partner.

"Yum." Robin let out without realizing.

"Yum? The food here isn't all that good, Robin." Bubbles innocently chirped.

Buttercup rolled her eyes and humorously looked to her friend. "I don't think it was the food she was talkin' about, Bubs." She chuckled.

"Then what was she talking about?" The blonde pondered. Buttercup sighed and shook her head before grabbing her sister's head and turning it towards a table three rows to their left. Boredly, Buttercup rested her chin in her free hand and waited for her ditsy sister to catch on. "Oh! Oh my goodness, Robin!" Bubbles jumped slightly and turned her attention to her friend.

"What? They are nice to look at." The brunette blushed and shrugged. "Even you have to admit that." Blossom looked up and raised a brow. She looked back to her counterpart and his brothers, stared for a good minute, and turned her attention back to the other three.

"I can't argue with visible facts." Blossom sighed. "But, that doesn't change how much of a...a-"

"Just say jack ass." Buttercup deadpanned.

"I don't curse." Blossom shot back.

"Sure you do." Buttercup grinned. "You curse all the time when you-"

"I don't do that either, Buttercup!" Blossom snapped a little loudly.

"Really? Maybe you should. Might get rid of some of that tension." Buttercup chuckled and looked over to the table. She could see Brick turning a little red, Boomer was covering his mouth and trying not to spit out whatever was in his mouth, and Butch was laughing, lazily relaxing in his chair. They heard her and she knew it. Maybe she could get Brick to go as red as his hat. "Hell, Red, maybe if you let Leader Boy go to town down stairs you might find something you like about him. I mean you are the one always saying he has a wicked tongue." Blossom was bright pink and Brick was a deep red, eyes focused on his tray, trying to seem as though he heard nothing.

"I don't mean it like that, Buttercup!" Blossom jumped, her eyes wide and embarrassed.

Buttercup looked back to Butch's table from the corner of her eye and added, "Sure, but I've heard he's very talented with that thing. It might be just as wicked as you claim it is." Butch bursted into a fit of laughter, roaring in hysteria. Boomer was wide-eyed and swallowing dryly. Brick was tense and redder than his eyes, and completely embarrassed. Everyone was looking at the three boys, even the girls. Buttercup was lazily looking over at them, a victorious smirk on her face. Bubbles and Robin looked at them curiously, while Blossom wondered if they had been listening in on their conversation.

"She, ahahaha, she said-oh my god!" Butch boomed as he clutched his gut as he roared in laughter. "I ca-can't believe y-your, hahahaha, a-and w-with the wicked. I'm dead!" Butch held onto the edge of the table and he leaned forward, unable to stop his fit of laughter.

"Wonder what's wrong with them." Bubbles asked aloud.

"Oh, nothing." Buttercup chirped innocently and turned back in her seat. "Brick's probably feeling a little hot right now." A sound of someone spitting out their drink told Buttercup Boomer had finally heard enough and the sound of someone angrily pushing themselves from their lunch table told Buttercup she'd hit the mark on Brick's nerves. The bright red teenager stormed out of the teenager and to wherever it was that he retreated to.

"Why do you say that?" Bubbled chirped in curiosity.

"I think I know." Robin stifled a giggle.

"Don't worry about it, Bubs." Blossom groaned and looked to her other sister.

Buttercup looked at her from her peripheral vision. It took another two minutes before Buttercup raised a brow innocently and asked, "What?"

"I hate you." Buttercup groaned as she stretched on the blacktop.

"Why?" Bubbled pouted as she looked up from her splits.

The cheer squad did their solo stretches in a little spot on the track as the football team did their group stretches on the field. Butch and Boomer led their team's pre-practice workout as Bubbles and Buttercup did their solos. Buttercup stretched out her leg as she soot up, grabbing her left heel to do a Y. Smoothly, Buttercup shifted from her Y to a Scorpion pose and holding it with ease. She switched back to her Y then brought her leg to the front of her body, where she held her shin to her face before promptly dropping into a splits.

"Dammit," Butch groaned, bouncing in his spot.

"What?" Boomer raised a brow, stretching his right arm across his chest.

"Buttercup as a cheerleader." Butch growled towards himself. "She doesn't know what she's doing to me." Butch switched his arms, calling out the stretch to the others. He turned his head back to the turf, watching his counterpart continue her stretching. "God, those shorts." He moaned out and dropped his head back.

"Ten minute break, ladies!" Boomer roared, dismissing the boys for a brief break. "What about them?" He turned to his brother. "Don't all of the cheerleaders wear shorts?" He looked to the girls, his eyes resting on a certain blonde angel for a few more moments.

"Those shorts." Butch grinned and watched his counterpart bend down and press her nose against her kneecaps. Boomer was right, all the cheerleaders wore the same shorts, and shirt for that matter. But something about those purple short, spandex shorts on his counterpart had him on the edge of losing self-control. And the way that yellow sports bra clung to her skin, oh God, it was hard to control himself with her as a cheerleader.

Boomer wouldn't lie about loving the way Bubbles looked. Her pale blonde hair was long now, so even in a pony tail it touched her lower back, and her toned body had him kind of weak in the knees. Her legs were tones and strong from all the years of cheer and fighting crime, and her skin was like cream peach and oh-so touchable. Her hips were wide, but smaller than both her sister's, and her chest was a nice C-cup, which gave her a beautiful figure. Her eyes were pale blue, and if Boomer wasn't so annoyed by her most of the time, he'd let himself get lost in those perfectly blue eyes. He'd never admit it, but he loved the way her lashes rested on her cheek, almost lightly kissing her skin. He loved how flexible she was, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't...think of her in that uniform when he...was alone. He watched her hold herself in a handstand and ease her body into a splits, touching her nose to her leg. He inwardly growled.

"Alright, Bubbles, I'm starting." Buttercup called out and rolled her head, adjusting her muscles.

The blonde looked up and straightened her torso. "Ok! I'm watching!" She waved and gave a thumbs up.

Butch smirked, knowing exactly what was about to happen. "Tumble Time!" Butch chanted to himself. "Tumble Time. Tumble Time!" Boomer deadpanned and looked to his brother and he slightly bounced.

"You haven't changed."

"A front walkover cartwheel back handspring-stepout round off back handspring!" Bubbles called out and the boys watched as Buttercup tumbled across the field. "Handstand forward roll!" Buttercup eased into a handstand and started falling forward until she rolled back to her feet. "Punch front, roll, roundoff, backhandspring, back tuck!" Bubbles called out and Buttercup executed. Butch loved watching his counterpart tumble. There was a certain kind of bliss and gracefulness the she gave off when she was tumbling. Butch knew she could complain about cheer all day long, but he knew she secretly loved it.

"Alright, ladies, circle in!" Coach Williams called out, grasping Boomer and Butch's attention. They shrugged, gave the girls one more look, before running towards the rest of the team.

"Alright, girls, it's not that hard. Ok?" Bubbles chirped. "Buttercup's going to show you the first eight count, and we'll go from there." Bubbles placed a hand on her hip and gestured to her sister. "Take it away."

"Alight, girls. It's gonna look something like this," Buttercup hit her knees on the ground and started the eight. "Hold one-two, go three-four," she place one hand out flat on the ground on three and the other down and cross the other on four, "Up on your toes, downward dog on five," Buttercup said, her ass towards the sky. "Right knee up and tucked on six," She showed off a lung, "push up on seven, on your toes, one foot in front of the other, and arms in High V on eight." Buttercup stood perfect, no broken wrist, legs were balanced evenly, her torso straight and not arched.

"See? Simple." Bubbles giggled.

"So, it's left hand on three and right on four?" One of the girls asked.

"No. Right on three, left on four." Buttercup corrected.

"Ok." The girl chirped and Bubbles started counting for them. She went over it only three times before Buttercup started the second eight count.

"Alright. So, from the High V on eight, front left high kick on one, drop on two, start left splits on three, hold four, swing back leg on five, roll into back tuck on six, roll forward on seven, and catch yourself with your left leg extended and your right tucked under your body on eight." Buttercup quickly demonstrated and helped them while Bubbles called out the counts starting from the last 6-7-8. It was like this until the last eight count. It was fast and Bubbles didn't take it easy on them. She was fast past and only excepted perfection.

"No, Elana! It's not 360 turn, high kick, right splits! It's high kick into a 360 turn into a right splits. Its fluent and the kick comes before the turn!" Bubbles groaned. She had the squad on time with music by the middle of the class period. She was relentless.

"What?" Bubbles heard Buttercup yell. She looked over her shoulder at Coach Graham and Williams, raised a brow, and turned back to the squad. "Get a drink of water, ten minute break, and then get back to practicing. I want you game ready by the time I get back." She ordered and turned on her heels. "Coach! What's wrong?" She jogged up to the three and stopped next to her sister.

"We can't! They don't have any rhythm and-and they don't even know how to-"

"Buttercup, you'd be helping us out." Coach Williams, a broad shouldered, tall, dark, and hansom older man sighed. He looked down at the hotheaded sixteen year old and begged with his eyes and demeanor. "We're hoping some of those turns you girls do will help them during the game, and," the coach sighed and rubbed his eyes, "some of the boys got in trouble with Mrs. Cantress."

"And what has that got to do with me and my squad!" Buttercup snapped. "We didn't piss off the feminist."

"Buttercup, language!" Bubbles snapped. "I'm sorry, Coach. She's got a bit of a temper on her. But if you don't mind me asking, what do you want with my squad?"

"Well, Bubbles, Coach Williams needs you girls to come up with a routine." Coach Graham, a tall woman with a petite figure sighed.

"That's easy. We just need the music and we'll have one in no time." Buttercup scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"That's not all we need, Bubbles." Coach Williams sighed. "Because of our team rules, all of the boys are in trouble. So, now all of them need to do a routine."

"You lost me." Bubbles furrowed her brows.

"Ok," Coach Graham stepped in. "Bubbles, both Coach Williams and I agree that you, your sister, and the girls need to help the boys with the routine, and be in it." She laid a hand on the small girl's shoulder, hoping she understood.

It took a few moments before Bubbles looked up and said, "You want us to do a collaboration routine with the football boys?"

"And she finally gets it!" Buttercup snapped, throwing her hands up.

"What's going on, Butterbu-" Butch stopped himself as he approached the coaches. "Coach, what's going on?"

"You're ability to stay out of trouble!" Buttercup snapped harshly and pushed past the boy. Butch was shocked, and thrown off. What had he done this time. Wide-eyed he watched him counterpart stomp off, fuming before he looked back to his coach.

"I didn't do anything!" He quickly stated and held his hands up.

"Yes you did," Coach Williams deadpanned. "You just didn't do what we were discussing."

"What's wrong with Butters? She seems...mad." He chose his words carefully.

"I'll leave you to explain, Coach." Coach Graham sighed and patted Bubbles on the shoulder. "Let's go back to practice, honey."

Butch watched in confusion and looked to his coach. The man looked at the teenager and groaned.

"This is ridiculous!" Boomer slammed his hand on the table. "What about practice! We have games, dammit!" He was pissed, and that wasn't usual for the blond.

"Boomer, chill out." Butch rolled his eyes. "We'll still be practicing during sixth, and we'll still have Saturday practices. We aren't loosing the much practice." The Barron of Berserk stretched out on the wall, scratching it on the edge.

"But after school everyday? It's bad enough I'm stuck with Bubbles in every fucking class, but now I have to spend three hours after school with her?" The Dumber than the Dumbest growled.

"You and your buddies shouldn't have pissed off, Mrs. Cantress." Butch shrugged.

"All I said is that we should do more plays with strong male leads!" Boomer yelled.

Butch deadpanned and looked at his brother, "She's a feminist, Boom. She takes offense to the sight of a man."

"Are you two ready?" Buttercup rounded the corner, not very enthused.

Butch looked to the girl and raised a brow. A smirk slowly grew across his face as he looked her up and down. She'd obviously changed back into her normal clothes for seventh and eighth period, but she'd changed into another pair of clothes for practice. "Shit," He muttered, and looked up and own. She sports skin tight hooded long sleeve cop top and some baggy black sweatpants that hung low on her hips. Her hair was down, but she was pushing it all onto one shoulder.

"Are you ready or not?" Buttercup snapped, but on the inside she was thanking God for the talk Coach Graham had with her after practice. The woman was only twenty-four, so she understood teenagers and their emotions. She calmed down the hot head, reminded her that if she did this then she'd be helping the athletics program...and she reminded Buttercup that it was giving her a chance to press up to the hot sex god that was her counterpart. She definitely noticed the cut off shirt and the way his muscles looked so delicious, and the basketball shorts that hung loosely on his hips.

"We're ready." Boomer groaned and followed the girl.

"So, pair up!" Bubbles ended her lecture to the girls. The girls spread out, happily choosing their new dance partners. Hell, all of the were excited to press up to the biggest boys in the school. What girl wouldn't be excited about pressing up to a six-foot something with a nice build and strong arms? A few girls crowded around Butch, arguing over who got to dance with him.

"Wow, ladies. There's enough Butch for all of you." He winked and grinned. He tilted one's chin up and winked at her. He chuckled to himself when she nearly fainted.

"Oh hell no!" Buttercup snapped. "Alright, girls, break it up!" She pushed the girls out and away. "You're not turning this into sex partner hunting ground." She stated to her 'friend'.

"I am doing no such thing!" Butch mocked hurt and pressed a hand to his chest as if he was insulted. Buttercup cocked out a hip and raised a brow. They looked at each other for a good minute before they both started to slowly grin. Buttercup rolled her eyes and Butch slung an arm over his counterpart's shoulders. "Sorry, ladies. I'm a taken man." He waved a hand carelessly behind him and followed Buttercup.

Buttercup and Bubbles called everyone over and asked them to sit with their partners. Buttercup wrote each pairing down and then they moves on. Bubbles went over the rules and the current predicament. Everyone was to be on the stage at exactly 4:00, not a second later. Thirty minutes was enough time to get dressed and on the stage. If her girls could get to the field in under ten, then the boys could make it to the stage in thirty...hopefully.

"Alright, guys. Today's more about getting to know each other. Why don't we get to know our partners first and then we can get started on the group." Bubbles sighed and racked hand through her hair. She turned on her heels to face her boyfriend and start with their flirting.

"I don't care!" She heard someone, someone familiar snap. She sighed and turned to see Boomer fuming and looking down at his partner.

"What's wrong?" She jogged up to the two.

"He's ridiculous!" The small brunette snapped. "It's only be a minute and he's refusing to do anything! I asked him if we could do some stretches and he said no. I asked if he wanted to-"

"Maria, it's ok. I know." Bubbles held a hand up. She turned her attention to the tall blond and sharpened her glare. "What's wrong? You don't like your partner?" She snapped.

"I don't care about my partner. I don't want to be here!" He snapped back.

"Boomer, man, we've already been over this." Butch groaned from the far left of the stage.

"I don't care!" Boomer quipped.

Bubbles groaned and tied her hair up. "Ok, what do you want? You have to be here, but what can I do to make this better?" Always the hero.

Boomer looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. Was she kidding? "What?"

"I'm not kidding. Do you want another partner?" She sighed.

"I-"

"Bubbles," Johnny growled.

Boomer looked up at the boy behind his counterpart and rolled his eyes. "What are you even doing here? You're not on the football team anymore." Boomer and Johnny did not get a long obviously.

"There isn't enough football players permitted to be apart of this." Johnny snapped back. "I volunteered."

"Permitted or not, you're not suppose to be apart of any football activities." Butch snapped up, joining in. "This just so happens to be a football activity." He stood between the two, knowing damn well Johnny wasn't dumb enough to mess with him, at least he didn't think he was dumb enough for it.

"Butch," Bubbles started.

"Bubbles, they're right. Johnny isn't permitted to be here." Buttercup joined in, stepping between everyone.

"Buttercup!" Bubbles cried.

Buttercup sighed and looked down at her sister. "Bubbles, he started a fight in the middle of a big game, he fought all of his teammates, and he got caught with pot on school grounds. I'm not siding with Boomer and Butch, I'm siding with the school's athletic board." She tried to sympathize with her sister and then looked up at Johnny, a guy Buttercup herself wasn't very fond of. "You need to get out of here. This is a private practice." She said calmly and seriously.

"Who do you think you are?" He snapped down at the girl, causing Butch to growl and take a step forward. Buttercup reached her hand out and held back the dark haired man.

"Bubbles," Buttercup said and looked down at her sister, "before I let them do what they want." She was serious. Bubbles knew that. With a pouting sigh she turned to her boyfriend and placed a hand on his chest.

"Johnny, please." She sighed.

"Bubbles," He started.

"I'm giving you exactly 60 seconds to get the out." Buttercup stated. "I will let them go. Don't underestimate my lack of care for rules."

"Bubbles, I'm not leaving."

"55 seconds."

"Johnny, please. Don't make a scene."

"40 seconds."

"Shut your trap, bitch!"

"45 seconds-" "What did you call her?!"

"Johnny, please."

"Are you really choosing them over me?"

"You've got 30 seconds to get out of here."

"Johnny, she isn't kidding! Please just go!" Bubbles begged, gripping onto his shirt.

"Fuck you!" He snapped, pushing Bubbles off of him and storming out of the auditorium. He slammed the door behind him, making Bubbles wince. She was mad. She was sad. She didn't know how to feel.

"Bub-"

"You happy? He's pissed at me now!" Bubbles turned and snapped at her sister. Buttercup leaned back and raised a brow. A small twitch of her arm told Butch she was getting angry, and a hardened over look in her eyes told Bubbles she'd crossed a line. "Buttercup, I didn't mea-"

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Buttercup growled, slowly straightening up. "You knew he was expelled from any and all Athletic activities. You're the one who asked him to come knowing that. I didn't do anything wrong here, so check your self before I fucking do it for you." Buttercup was oddly calm, but Bubbles took the miracle and just nodded her head. "Get this shit started. I have a fucking headache." Buttercup turned and pushed her counterpart back and around to face the others.

Bubbles sighed and looked back to Boomer and Maria. She had an extra cheerleader now. "Ok, Maria, do you think you could sit out of this one? One of you are going to have to." Bubbles sighed.

"Hell yeah. I'm out." The Latina smirked, grabbed her things, and made her way out of the auditorium.

Bubbles sighed and rubbed her temples. "Ok, now that that's taken care of, Boomer you'll be my partner." She heard him growl, but he didn't protest. "Alright, we're going to go over stunts and other basics. You're going to have to get comfortable with your partner and build some trust. They're going to be your new base, ladies." She looked up and turned her attention to her sister. "Care to demonstrate a few?"

"Give me a few minutes to warm up and teach him the basics." Buttercup shrugged. "Take a fifteen minute stretch and water break. Be ready to work." Buttercup sighed and turned to her counterpart. "Let's go." She led him to the mat covered floor and started on her work.

Bubbles looked at her counterpart and sighed. "Alright, we need to get started on some of the combinations." She sighed and stretched out her arms.

"What do you mean?" He arched a brow. "Isn't that a stunt?"

"No. I mean combinations as in girl/guy dance steps." Bubbles giggled lightly. "I already have an idea for the song, so don't worry about that." She slowly went into a backhand spring, a habit she had, and dropped into a crisscross sit.

"OK, so what song?" Boomer asked, squatting down in front of her. Was he being civil with her?

"Well, the first one I was thinking Opposites Attrack. You know, by Paula Abdul?" Bubbles looked up and smirked. "There's a lot you can do with eighties music."

"What do you mean by 'first one'?" Boomer raised a brow. "I thought-"

"Mrs. Cantress makes all of her performers use up at least six minutes, but she typically wants your to use more." Bubbles laughed. "One song isn't even close to cutting it." She pushed herself up, holding her hand up for Boomer.

"You want me to dance for six straight minutes?" Boomer gapped, taking her hand.

Bubbles lightly chuckles and shook her head. "No. We just have to have six minutes of dancing. That means we have to take turns on a few eight counts." She explained.

"Like waiting for a Que in a play." He thought aloud.

"Exactly!" Bubbles chirped.

"Ok." Boomer sighed and looked over to the other X-powered teens. Butch had Buttercup sitting on one of his shoulders, facing the other way. He watched as Butch raised his free hand at Buttecup's request and place it around her back, and tighten his hold of the one of her abdomen. Buttercup counted softly to four and smoothly leaned back with her arms extended and palms flat. Butch bent lightly until Buttercup's hands were on the floor, then she smoothly pulled her legs off of Boomer's brother's shoulder and position herself into a handstand, and then she smoothly let her legs fall back to the floor.

"Graceful, isn't she." Bubbles chirped next to him.

"Hm?" He looked down at the blonde.

"Buttercup. Something about tumbling and stunts has always made her look so graceful." Bubbles giggles. "I couldn't teach someone a cartwheel to shoulder stunt to handstand to up right position that face and still look that graceful." She sighed happily.

Boomer looked down at his counterpart and raised a brow. For once, she was at peace near him. She wasn't uptight and bitchy like her eldest sister. Maybe this whole situation wasn't going to be so bad. If Butch and Buttercup could get a long so could he and Bubbles. They were the sweeter ones after all...