BC POV:

"Hey, Bubbles, Buttercup."

"Blossom." Bubbles and I greeted. Bubbles was on the floor, kicking her feet aimlessly in the air while she read a romance book.

I was on the couch, iPod on, horror book in hand. Blossom sat down next to me, smiling. "Why are you so cheery? That's Bubbles' job." My eyes didn't leave the pages.

"Oh… no reason. I just got the greatest news ever!" Her pink eyes were twinkling as she smiled open-mouthed.

Bubbles jumped up and smiled at Blossom, overly excited. "What is it?!"

"The house is getting renovations!" Blossom squealed while we just blinked at her.

Oh, wow. Only Blossom would get excited about renovations on a house.

"Why should we be happy about that? So, what? Renovations: big whoop." My eyes went back to my book before it was thrown to the other wall. "Hey!" I tackled Blossom. "I was at the good part! The ghost just ripped the guy's stomach out!"

Blossom and I wrested on the floor while Bubbles watched us from the couch, no expression.

"Girls, guess what-? Blossom! Buttercup! Knock it off!" Professor yelled at us, coming through the basement door.

I got off Blossom and straightened my green shirt, huffing. She stood and fixed her bow.

"Sorry, Professor." Blossom apologized.

She stared at me, waiting for me to repeat what she said. "Yeah, sorry."

"Professor, why is the house getting renovated?" Bubbles asked curiously.

He frowned and crossed his arms. "Blossom, you already told them?"

"Not why." She looked at her feet.

He smiled.

"Well, then! Girls, you're all finally getting your own rooms!"

My eyebrows shot up. Bout time… we were sixteen for Pete's sake! We still had only one bed too. Of course, we shared it but in a different way. Every week we'd switch: one person would get the floor, one the bed, the last the futon. It got annoying sometimes.

"Can we decorate the rooms however we like?" Bubbles asked, giggling happily.

Professor nodded. "Yes, but the whole house will be under renovations so there's some bad news to go with the rooms." He grimaced, looking ready to be hit.

I flew over to him, making myself his height. "Continue." I instructed fake-calmly.

"We can't stay in the house for about three weeks."

I blinked. "That's it?" I was expecting something that would piss me off.

"And you need to stay somewhere else," He covered his face with his arms, me leaning back as to not get hit. "At the Ruffs."

"What?!" All three of us screeched.

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Blossom, Bubbles, and I stood outside the house with our suitcases at our sides. We stared at the tall building where now people were scattered with equipment everywhere to demolish and rebuild the house. Professor was in the car and he put the front window down. "Come on, girls, time to go."

I sighed and grabbed my green bag, stuffing it in the trunk with Bubbles and Blossom doing the same.

Blossom opened the passenger side door and motioned me to get in. We were all frowning. Bubbles sat behind the Professor with Octi in her arms. Who would have thought she'd have kept that thing. Blossom got in behind me.

We drove off toward downtown Townsville.

"Remind me again why we're staying with the Ruffs?" I scowled out the window, my jet black hair shifting over my shoulder. It went a little past my shoulders since I had let it grow.

"Their house is big enough for all six of you."

Earlier, when we got the news, Professor had told us that we'd be moving in with our old enemies: the Rowdy Ruff Boys; Brick, Butch, and Boomer. They lived on other side of Townsville. They lived alone, no parents or guardians, and Professor was going to stay with Mayor. Luckily, there were three unused rooms in their house so we'd all get our own rooms and we could avoid them easily.

Unfortunately, if the house wasn't finished before summer break, we'd have to go to their school. And break was over in three and a half weeks.

"We're here." Professor announced after half an hour of cutting silence.

All three of us got out, Professor keeping the car idled. We got our bags and went to the door, Professor driving off.

The house was dark and seemed slightly damaged.

"Shut up!" I heard a male voice growl while two bodies flew through the roof.

Make that completely damaged. I recognized the dark red and dark green streaks in the air that followed Brick and Butch. Boomer flew out slowly, watching them fight, laughing.

"Hey, boys!" Blossom called.

All three turned to us, eyes shocked at seeing our bags.

Brick flew down first, standing in front of Blossom, arms crossed. "What are you doing here?"

"Didn't Professor tell you? We're your new roommates." I smiled menacingly.

Boomer's eyes twitched. "He was serious?!"

"As serious as animal endangerment." Blossom didn't blink as she had a battle with Brick, a staring contest.

I rolled my eyes. "Always so serious, Blossom." I murmured, walking ahead to the door.

I bumped Butch's shoulder and he elbowed my back, laughing. I dropped my bag and quickly spun to punch his jaw. I hit and his head flew to the side with the momentum.

I put my fist to my side as he wiped the back of his hand against his bleeding lips. "Always so feisty, Buttercup." He teased.

My eyes flashed as I grabbed my bag, going inside.

As I got inside, I took notice to the inside. Wasn't that bad, to be honest. An entertainment room with a huge flat screen TV, game systems, large couches, etc. The kitchen was stocked with all sorts of food from being healthy to deadly. All sorts of rooms: game rooms, dining rooms, any kind of room. Upstairs, there were eight doors: three being empty, three being theirs, and two being bathrooms.

I sucked in a breath slowly, trying to relax. Surprisingly, the whole place was clean.

"Your is the one with the black door without a plate on it." I heard a deep voice behind me. Three of the doors had plates on them, the boys' names on them.

I turned to see Butch leaning against the stair railing, not even two feet away from where I stood.

"Does it matter which room is mine?" I replied back, leaning on my right foot, subtly shifting away from him.

He nodded, arms crossed. "Yeah."

I rolled my eyes, a dry laugh coming out of my mouth. "Don't tell me: you guys decorated the rooms for us." I joked.

Butch didn't answer so I looked up at him. He was avoiding my eyes.

I dropped my bag to the floor and walked over to the room, opening the door. I peered inside and saw that the room was green. Different shades everywhere. There was a bed in one corner, a desk in another, a mini fridge next to a dresser in another, and the last corner held my new closet. It was all decorated to fit my style: green and casual.

I turned around to speak to Butch but he was gone. Blossom and Bubbles zipped up the stairs.

Bubbles opened the door next to mine and saw it was blue. Next to her door was Blossom's room and it was pink. Next to her door was the bathroom for the girls.

"Did the Ruffs do this?" Blossom asked, looking at Buttercup.

I ran my fingers down the dark wood of the door. A smile tugged at my lips. "Yeah… Yeah, they did." I replied quietly.

Maybe staying here wouldn't be so bad…

I'm thinking of just sticking to Buttercup's POV but I'll occassionally- possibly- switch to Blossom's or Bubble's... Review please!!