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Waking up was a trivial task indeed. Needing her manager scream at her from the other side of the door was completely unnecessary and Blossom knew it. Did that mean she was going to wake up earlier than she needed to? Just so that she’d be more prepared for the upcoming press conference? No, it did not. The former Puff knew she had more than enough time to get ready. Sadly, she had not yet gotten to purchasing those noise-cancelling earplugs.
“Utonium! If you don’t wake up I swear I will not hesitate to get your sister on the phone!” Roger didn’t seem to be kidding either.
The oldest Utonium begrudgingly sat up and reached out to her nightstand, fumbling around for her glasses. Once she managed to successfully grab them and slide them onto her face, she forced herself to get up from bed, pulling open the door with much less force than she had intended. The migraine from last night had not lessened one bit. Nor did it improve her mood.
“Roger! Five minutes isn’t going to make a difference. If anything, it gives me time to stare into space and do absolutely nothing!” Blossom didn’t really mean to snap. It was her migraine talking.
“It wouldn’t make a difference if you didn’t take so much time just to get your hair done.” Roger sighed, the same argument taking place every morning. He won either way.
Blossom scowled and barged past him out of her room, already headed to the kitchen for an Advil to ease her migraine. She really had to start taking the medication prescribed to her instead of opting to solve everything with cheap painkillers.
She opened their medicine cabinet and grabbed the pill bottle, popping the tablet into her mouth, swallowing it down without any water. Something that that Roger had always said was disturbing.
Blossom grabbed a kettle and filled it with water, ignoring the protests of Roger who had followed her into the kitchen, already wary of allowing her anywhere near the kitchen. She glared at him. It was one time when she had forgotten to check the boiling pot of soup, but she had managed to burn down half of the kitchen by the time she had gotten rid of the fire with her ice breath.
That and the given fact that she could not cook to save her life. Despite this she had still refused to hire a chef. Instead, Blossom forced Roger to cook for them both. It wasn’t like she didn’t have money to spend. Far from it. The famous singer did have a mansion after all. It was just something about eating gourmet food every day that didn’t sit right with her. How else was she supposed to be reminded of her father’s cooking?
Blossom turned the kettle off the second before it started whistling. She turned and gave Roger the smuggest smile she could manage. Her manager could only shake his head and grab two mugs and their box of tea bags from the cupboard next to Blossom.
Blossom grabbed the kettle without mittens. It was nearing winter anyway and she needed any heat she could get if she didn’t want to literally freeze over. She’d never used rags anyway. Roger dropped a tea bag into each of the cups, sitting down at the breakfast bar stools and pouring his cup half with water and half with milk.
Blossom scrunched her nose at his choice as she poured in her own boiling water. “One day I’m going to throw out all the milk cartons we have. Just to stop you from making that abominable creation that you call tea.”
Roger stuck his tongue out at her, manager mode disappearing into thin air as his best friend of three years clicked her tongue at him.
Blossom chuckled and took a sip of her tea. Roger casually looked at his watch, eyebrow arching when he realised they still had a good four hours before they had to arrive at the press conference location.
Blossom gave him a questioning look, obviously more worried about being late than she initially let on. When he simply shrugged and took anther sip of his tea, she sighed in relief, sipping her own tea.
The next few minutes went on in a comfortable silence, one only able to be shared by the closest of friends. When Roger got up from his seat to go start on breakfast, Blossom decided to get on with the day and went to take a shower.
Blossom dumped her mug into the sink, leisurely making her way to her room.
She closed her room’s door behind her, locking it. Blossom picked her phone up from its place on her nightstand, unlocking it when she noticed a missed call from her youngest sister. She didn’t exactly have the patience to deal with the obvious storm of questions she’d get from Bubbles. Blossom sent a simple text to the Blue Puff, saying that she would call her later that day.
Putting her phone down, she picked up her bathrobe and a fluffy towel she had left right beside the heater overnight. Having ice powers during cold weather was not as good as an experience people thought it was.
When she was younger it worked differently. She’d feel warm even in winter. After Blossom had crossed the age of 14, the effects reversed. She would freeze if not provided with warmth during cold weather.
The pink eyed woman mulled over these thoughts as she took her shower, making sure to gently massage shampoo and conditioner to her hip length hair.
Done with her shower, she drained the water and immediately wrapped herself in the warm towel, draping the robe over it to make sure the warmth lasted a bit longer. She stepped out of her bathroom, quickly padding her way over to her walk-in closet.
She stood there for a good amount of time just deciding what to wear. All of her clothes were branded and bought just to her tastes, all of them complementing her figure and accentuating her curves. In the end Blossom settled for a casual white button up and a pair of jeans. Her hair went into its usual ponytail, a dark red hair band keeping it all together. She supposed Roger was right. It did take a long time just for her to wash her hair, dry it and then tie it up.
Blossom opened her kindle on her phone to start reading her latest purchase. She walked out of her room and went to sit back at the breakfast bar. She still didn’t know why they called it that even though they used it for most meals.
Blossom stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of what Roger was doing. He stood at the stove with his headphones in, cooking and unaware that his best friend had entered the kitchen. Blossom had to hold in a laugh when he started swaying his hips and singing terribly off-key.
She couldn’t hold it in anymore when he started raising his right arm and swinging it around as he flipped pancakes with his left. Blossom burst out in a hysterical laugh, eyes tearing up.
Roger swivelled around, face burning with embarrassment. But that was only a mistake on his part. Blossom’s laugh got louder when she caught sight of the ‘Don’t you dare kiss the cook’ apron he had on. The fact it was pink and matched the shade of his blush was all it took to have Blossom struggling to breath through her laughs.
Her best friend groaned and flung a dirty dishrag at her. Blossom chuckled as she caught it, placing it down on the countertop as she grabbed a plate from the rack beside the seasoning, grabbing one for Roger as well.
He grumbled as he sat down beside her, bumping her with his shoulder in an attempt to knock her off balance. Shame he forgot that the red-head was a superhuman and couldn’t be affected by anyone but a fellow superhuman. Instead, Roger was the one who nearly got knocked off of his seat.
Blossom snickered and slid his plate to him, grabbing a singular pancake for herself and pushing the rest his way. Roger forgot his embarrassment for a moment when he saw her plate, frowning.
Eyes narrowed, he told her, “Maybe you wouldn’t wake up with a migraine every day if you ate a bit more. That’s not even enough for a person who sits around and does nothing all day.”
Blossom scoffed as she got up and turned on the coffee maker. “That’s my decision to make, Roger,” she mumbled, obviously trying to get him to drop the topic. This was the one thing they both would get into heated arguments over.
Roger sighed as he started drowning his pancakes in maple syrup. An eyebrow arched, he questioned, “Why are you wearing white today? Did you finally run out of pink things to wear?”
“Oh of course not. Just felt like something different today that’s all. I’ll be changing again before my interview at Red today, though.” Blossom muttered as she sat back down at the breakfast bar, grimacing at the sight of Roger’s plate.
“And you say I eat too much sugar.” Blossom teased. Roger pouted, ignoring her.
“Wait. You actually managed to snag an interview at Red? Aren’t they looking for their top model?” Roger did not mention the fact that her former school rival was the founder. He was sure that the pink-eyed woman already knew.
She in fact, did not.
Blossom shrugged, finishing her food in one bite. She checked her watch, then got up from her seat. “I’ll get going then. Better earlier than late.” Roger rolled his eyes at her terminology, waving her goodbye.
Blossom closed the door behind her. Her driver was waiting beside her limousine for her, and she got in as she grabbed the light pink blazer one of her maids was holding out to her.
When her driver pulled out of the driveway and started driving, she took her phone out of her pocket. Bubbles had replied, and she reminded herself to check later, but this time there was a new text from…Princess Morbucks? The singer’s eyebrows furrowed when she saw the contact of her childhood friend. She opened the chat, only to find that the 28-year-old heiress was simply wishing her good luck on the interview at Red later. Blossom chuckled at the vagueness of the text, despite Princess being the one to offer her the interview in the first place. The only thing that put her off about the sudden offer was that the other red-head had refused to tell her who the founder was.
Blossom figured that since she was free now she could go search up who it was.
Big mistake.
She almost flung her phone to the side at the name and picture that was displayed when she searched up the company name. Brick Jojo. And a picture of him posing all mysterious like in a black suit for the photo. After she had gotten over the initial shock, she scrolled down on the site, only to find that both Michael Believe and Princess Morbucks were his co-partners. The three people she had been closest to in her high school and college days were running a whole fashion brand together. And one of them had offered her a potential job position at said company. Presumably, if she managed to, as top model.
In all honesty, she did not know why Princess had suddenly offered her this job. Blossom had only just found out Princess and the other two guys owned the company she got majority of her clothes from, after all. She groaned as she massaged her temple with two fingers, feeling a migraine coming on. She took a pill bottle of Advil from her clutch, popping it into her mouth and swallowing. Blossom actively ignored the other various pill bottles she hid from Roger that sat tucked away in a corner of her clutch, covered with receipts from buying said pills.
Once they reached the venue, Blossom took a deep breath and stepped out of the limousine, her standard smile ready for the paparazzi. They all immediately swarmed her, only held back by her bodyguards. Blossom flashed them all a blinding smile as she made her way to the table provided for the conference, and the questions began.
After the press conference was over, Blossom told her driver to drive straight back to the mansion. She still had to change before the interview at Red.
When she reached the mansion, she didn’t wait for anyone to answer the door as she dashed past Roger who was in his office and into her room. She grabbed the black coat she had already put out on the bed, and changed out of her jeans and into a light pink pencil skirt that came to her knees instead.
Blossom waved a quick goodbye to Roger for the second time that day as she rushed back out of the house, already late. She had to forgo getting into her limo and instead opted to fly all the way to the company.
Halfway through the flight, she realised she had forgotten her glasses back at the mansion when she was changing. Blossom groaned as she whipped out her contacts from her clutch, including a pair of sunglasses. The weather was cold and her sight wouldn’t be affected by the sunlight due to superhuman tendencies, but she did not want to crash into a bird or a plane this early in the morning.
She wondered if these were signs that she should turn back and go home. Blossom brushed it aside in the end.
Blossom reached the company and landed, stopping a scowl from crossing her face when she realised that her hair had come out of its ponytail, hair tie presumably lost somewhere on the streets of Manhattan. She pulled out a pathetically small hair comb from her clutch and dragged it through the strands. She dusted herself off once she was pleased with the state of her hair and entered the building, going to the front counter.
Blossom asked for Princess, but they said that she was busy at the moment. But when Blossom told them she was here for the interview, her polite smile never once leaving her face, the lady at the counter apologised immediately and led her to the lounge area.
After nearly an hour of Blossom simply reading a book on her phone’s kindle, she heard a voice come from above her.
“Mam, I deeply apologise but the timing for this week is over. Even if you have a slot for the interview, you’d have to come back next Monday. My boss is not really free right now.” An obviously awkward Michael Believe spoke.
Upon seeing her best friend from her kindergarten days, Blossom smiled at him, actively making sure to keep her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. Was it childish to play mystery woman? Definitely. But did she care? No. Why should she?
“Well, tell your boss that I knew he’d say that. Nice to meet you, Mike Believe.” Michael looked confused as he accepted the hand she had extended for him to shake. How did she know the nickname he had gotten from his friends during middle school?
He had to physically restrain from flinching at how cold her hands felt.
“I’ll go tell him that then, Miss…?” Blossom grinned at him.
“You’ll know in due time.”
Michael gave her another hesitant smile as he went off to probably tell the oldest Jojo son that she was there. Blossom sighed and sat back down, knowing she would have to wait a while longer.
After what felt like hours of her reading, she heard a shocked gasp. Blossom looked up to see Princess Morbucks for the first time in years. She grinned up at her as she stood up.
“How has my favourite rich girl been?” Blossom froze when she was brought into a hug by the other red-head who was obviously happier to see her than she had let her know over text.
“I thought you wouldn’t show up.” Princess told her after the hug was over.
Blossom chuckled, “I was thinking of not coming so I would be spared of having to see you, but alas. I forced myself to come.” Princess frowned at her teasing, but ended up laughing along with her.
After the pleasantries were over, the two women made their way to the elevator. The ride up was silent, but comfortable in a sense. Princess led her out to the 15th floor and brought her to big mahogany double doors. According to her best friend, it was Brick’s office.
As Princess opened the door, she mentally prepped herself to say something nice. Maybe something kind, maybe a simple ‘hello,’ maybe, maybe-
Instead with a smirk she drawled,
“Long time no see, Jojo.”
Perfect.