Chapter one: Unexpected Visitor

What felt like the increasing speed of a steady going treadmill indicated that half an hour had passed and his morning workout routine was complete. Shutting it down to sleep mode, he climbed off the exercise machine and reached for the water bottle that was sitting on the end table. Knocking over the freshly picked daisy's that were arranged accordingly in a glass vase, it rolled on its side and crashed to the floor. Blossom lowered her book, just below her nose and glared over at him, snarling. "Can you please just try to be a little more considerate of my mother's things? I know you don't want to be here, because I don't want to be here, but I am sure that she spent a lot of time picking those."

"Sweetheart, just because you are miserable doesn't mean I am," he winked, chugging down the water, letting some of it to escape from his mouth and slither down his neck. Most of the sweat was washed away, but she could still smell his stench. He loudly grunted feeling refreshed. Kicking his feet up on the coffee table, only proving her disbelief in his consideration, he fell back in the cushions of the couch beside her. Propping his arms up, he placed one behind her and crossed his legs, "As long as your parents give us the room with the ocean front view," he began, nudging her on the shoulder so that she was forced to lean nearer to him, "then I am more than happy to call them… ma and pap."

Rolling her eyes, she shoved him away and scooted as far from him as she could. "God, you are so typical! I thought that we had this all planned out!"

"What? You enjoy keeping secrets from your family? Ha, and I thought you were the responsible one-"

"That has nothing to do with this, Butch!"

"It has everything to do with this, kid'o."

Holding a strong fist, she hid it in the side crack of the sofa. She didn't know why this bothered her, that when they fought she was suddenly the one yelling and he was so calm. It hadn't always been like that between them. This was just something that sprung onto their relationship. It seemed to Blossom like ever since their wedding had popped up in their lives, things suddenly changed. "Hey, can we please just enjoy now, as now? We're getting married! Life's good as it is, why change something that is working?" she cheered.

Holding her gaze, he cupped her hand in his. "Fine." Softly kissing it, he agreed. "I am sorry I ever doubted you. You are absolutely right…as always." Brushing the hair out of her face, she blushed and continued to hold his grasp.

Looking around the room, he observed everything around him. The well-polished floors, the vaulted ceilings, the sculpted statues, everything was perfectly clean and everything was expensive. However, no matter how much these things cost she was worth the most to him. Butch Jojo wasn't the type to give love the chance to change him in any shape or form. He never set high standards for hopes of marriage or children. He was continuously switches careers.

He moved from one apartment, to the next. No foundation was being built and none were expected to, yet Blossom was someone that he gave the chance to change him. Make him the 'good guy'.

"I love you, and that is all that matters bitch," she teased, slightly hitting him in the side, like a fist pump. However she was stunned by the expression he gave her. Pretending to be offended, his nostrils were snarling and with this gesture she was taken back. Though, she soon learned that he meant nothing by it, as she did, and he began to tickle her. Reaching for her most ticklish places, that he learned over the time they spent together, Butch knew these would cause her to laugh the loudest. The sun beamed in through the windows that took up the entire wall behind them.

Today was going to be a good day, Butch thought. The wind blew in the perfect amount of cool air that whisked across the grains of sand. The sea level perfect and the waves were high enough to enjoy for a beautiful walk along the beach tonight. Perfection. It truly was the perfect Autumn day, and Butch thought that life couldn't get any better. He felt a strong connection with a good emotion. Happiness, he was plainly, and simply happy.

"Miserable! Those miserable sons of bitches, they can't do this! This is my house! My house! The place where I live? Where I sleep? If this is what happens when you forget to pay a few bills – I mean, for Christ sakes' I donate to the children's hospital every damn near Christmas! I pay taxes! I am a good damn citizen! I work hard-"

"BC?"

"I attend jury duty!"

"BC?"

"Well I mean accept for that one time, but that is beside the point. I vote every election!"

"Buttercup!" Bubbles exclaimed over the phone, causing her sister to keep her mouth shut long enough for her to speak. "You are over exaggerating this! Don't you think that you could handle this with a little more respect? This is exactly why they are taking your stuff, why they are taking back your house! Because you don't respect anything or anyone, you just… let things clutter and turn into a huge mess! The only reason you didn't pay any of your bills… any, is because you forgot about them! You forgot about them piled underneath ten tons of clothes, and books and who knows what else? I mean god, just…" she was timid, well aware of the outbursts that it could cause. It was a bit much to say that Buttercup was short tempered, but it was also to say that she handled criticism in the most polite of ways.

It was silent between them. Buttercup didn't say a word, and neither did her little sister, simply because she was too afraid. However, when it had been long enough Bubbles relaxed her body from tensing anymore of her mussels and figured that it had been long enough. If Buttercup was going to vent her feelings, she would have done it already. Moving the phone in closer to her ear again, because she was handling it out, just in case her sister decided to vent as loudly as she could, she listened in to find out why she was being so quiet.

Once it was pressed firmly against the side of her head, she could now hear into the phones full sound and listened. Stuttering on the first syllable, she whispered, "Bu-Buttercup?"

All there was to hear was the ticking of her clock on the wall. She tapped her fingers to the table, and still remained to wait, if she hung up on her that would only led to more problems! Clearing her throat, she tried it again, "BC? Are you still there?" With no sure response, she had wasted enough of her time to continue on like this. Pursing her lips, she ended the call. Unzipping her purse, she placed it back into its proper slot and got up to go check on the pasta that she was making for lunch. The smell of it, when she opened the lid of the pot, immediately traveled throughout the house. She learned this recipe from her mother when she was little, and had it every Thursday afternoon.

Stirring everything together evenly, she checked the time and found that it had another ten minutes till it was done. Bubbles had turned the heat up on the stove, when she got a text message from her roommate. Opening the message, she read it quietly to herself and noted the fact that she was going to be staying out with her friends that night. "Dang it, Cassidy, and she knew we were supposed to be studying for tomorrows exam."

Dropping the phone to the table when the doorbell rang ten times in a row, she swept across the floor to open it. "I'm coming, I'm coming, hold your horses," she called, making it to the other side of the dorm. When that person rang the doorbell again another ten times, she was beginning to become frustrated with that annoying person. "I said I am coming, gees!"

Once more, the doorbell went off like crazy and when she finally made it to look out the peep hole, the doorbell stopped and there was no one in the hall from what she could tell. Unlocking the knob, and detaching the chain, she went out to have a look around. Peering from side to side, there was no sign of anyone in either direction. Glancing down to her feet at the mat, where she stood, she checked to make sure that no one left a package. Jumping to conclusions she narrowed her eyebrows and marched out into public wearing her pajamas.

Stomping across to the other side of the corridor which was where the boy's side of the campus was, she stopped at dorm number twenty seven. Beginning to bang loudly, she screamed at the top of her lunges, "Boomer D. Jojo I swear to the heavens that if you don't get your sorry, no good for nothing butt out here this instant, than I will personally come in there an-"

The door opened, and she immediately wanted to stuff her ears with toilet paper from the very high volume of the music he was listening to. Holding a burrito in his hand, he moved his underwear out of the way, with his feet, so he could take a step outside. With a dirty smug, and a drenched in stains t-shirt he presented himself to her. "Yeah?" he smacked, chewing the food in his mouth. "What' you want?"

Now not only wishing to stuff her ears with toilet paper, she wanted to do the same to her nose. Putting up with him all together, she tried to remember why she had come over here in the first place. "Boomer Jojo, did you just annoyingly come and ring my doorbell a hundred times over to piss me off? Because if you did then I am no-"

"Whoa, chill out. I haven't come near your precious doorbell all day, I've been chilling here with the guys," he showed her that Brick and Dexter were sprawled out in his chairs, and held up a bottle of beer in honor of her presences. "Besides, what kinda lame ass freak do you take me for? I wouldn't do it just to piss you off, I would do it to make you come out in your frilly nighty night clothes," he laughed, reminding her of what she was wearing but still didn't confess to doing anything. Sly. Very, very sly.

Looking down at her outfit, she was boiling and just as Bubbles was about to open her mouth, he shut the door in her face laughing, "Later homie."

"Ugh, Boomer? Let me in! Boomer? Shoot." Racing back to get dressed for her first class at ten, she supposed that even if he said he didn't then he must have, being the only suspect. He was just stubborn, she figured.

Turning around to put the chain back on, and lock everything up again, just in case he was telling her the truth about being innocent. However, when she heard a crashing drop, she spun around to see who made it and noted the open window. Though, when she brought her attention to the floor she then noted her sister lying flat on her back, groaning in pain.

Gasping, she rushed to Buttercup's side and kneeled down beside her. "What the heck are you doing here? And why are you climbing in through the window like a manic?"

Grunting, she tried to get up. "Because," she began to explain, holding her head from the pain, "You wouldn't answer the god dam- or… you wouldn't answer the damn door!" Buttercup tried to improvise from using cuss words, even though she knew that Bubbles also cussed to herself about things too.

"So that was you? You were the one that kept ringing my doorbell over and over again? I walked out in my pj's… oh, whatever! Why are you here? Is someone in trouble? Is it daddy again? Is he trying to outrun the police? He knows what mom told him about doing that!"

"No," Buttercup reasoned with her, "I am."

"What?"

"You were right, I was over exaggerating! I always knew that mom had the right idea in mind when she told me to move in, seven blocks from your college! Now that those sons of bitches are confiscating my things away, I can live here with you till I land that job in the corporation business!" Swinging her bag over her shoulder, a dog like noise barked from the inside when it was banged against Buttercup's arm.

Bubble's eyes darted around the place, looking for the location the noise had come from, but in the end they managed to be set back at BC as she pulled a dingy, scraped up puppy out. As Buttercup was brushing her fingers through its black, knotted hair, Bubbles scolded. Normally accepting, and loving all animals, this was forbidden, therefore, she was not pleased. "Where did you get that..?"

Smiling up at her little sister, she question her, "Where did I get what?"

"Th-that, that thing? That furry, little cute, yet, disgusting thing you scooped up from the alley? You know that they don't allow pets here, why would you bring it?"

"No one ever said that they had to know you brought it!" she winked, studying the reaction Bubbles had. "Oh come on, you choose now to be demanding?" she urged her to agree that the dog can live there with them, but it seemed that she was going to have to go to plan B. Stern, her voice was raging, "Cannon' stays, end of story! …Now what is it that you are cooking in there? Those bastards took my refrigerator! I'm starving!"