We meet again

Part 38

Bubbles POV:

The morning—well, more like early afternoon—came quick. I woke up upside down on the small bed, Blossoms feet in my face.

Ew.

Boomer's on his back, on the floor, snoring. Right beside him is Butch who's got an arm covering Boomers neck, and a leg draped across Buttercups stomach.

But where's Brick? I don't see him anywhere. Maybe he already woke up and was upstairs. That sounds about right. He strikes me as an early bird.

Blossom sits up, stretches, and yawns. Somehow, her hair is perfect after just waking up. It's always been that way. Mines frizzy towards the bottom, but flat and oily around the roots. Not to mention it's curly, so that just makes it worse.

"Good morning." I stretch my back, earring a bunch of popping down my spine.

"Morning, Bubbs." Blossom grins.

"Guys. Shut up." Buttercup grumbles from her spot on the floor. She glaring up at us with very tired eyes. Her hair—unlike Blossoms as well— is in a rats nest. Clumps of knots around the crown of her head.

"Morning, Buttercup." Blossom waves. Earning a groan from Buttercup.

She slams her head back onto the pillow, and attempts to pull the blanket over her head, but can't seem to make it move. "Damn it. What now?" I fight back the urge to laugh as she noticed Butch's leg. She glared at him, probably hoping that by doing so he'd just die in his sleep. After a few seconds she just rolls her eyes and lays back down.

Interestingggggggg

He likes her. That's obvious. And she likes him. That's also obvious. He knows he likes her. She knows he likes her. He knows she likes him. She knows she likes him.... She just doesn't know she knows. And it's so obvious.

I need to fill Blossom in!

I turn to Blossom to start going on a long ramble about it, but she's looking around the room. "Where'd Brick go?" Ohhhhhhh!

"No idea." I shrug. "He's probably upstairs or something."

"We should go keep him company." She says in-a-mater-of-fact. As if convincing herself that's why she wants to go see him. I smirk at her and wiggle my eyebrows. She doesn't seem to notice. "Do you want to come with me to get a coffee?"

"Like an iced coffee from a coffee house, or a coffee-coffee from upstairs?" Either way, I'd be super happy.

"Upstairs." She deadpanned. "Professor said something about making pancakes."

"What!" Buttercup shouts.

"Oh..." I scrunch up my nose. "I know he means well, but—"

"But he doesn't know how to make pancakes!" Buttercup is not quiet. I'm fairly certain she's going to wake up Boomer and Butch. And I'm also certain she doesn't care.

"He might hear you, BC. And you might wake the others up." Blossom frowns. She holds a finger up to her lips and says: "Shh!"

Buttercup rolls her eyes. "I don't care either way."

"I'm sure." Blossoms glares. "You go make them then."

"Nuh Uh." She shakes her head. "I'm not doing shit. You make 'em." Buttercup seems to notice her mistake after she's already said it.

My eyes widen. It's not that Blossom can't cook... she just... can't make certain things. Blossom spares us both the trouble of trying to convince her not to cook. Instead, she rolls her eyes. "I'm recovering from a traumatic experience. I'm not gonna make pancakes."