Okay, since a lots of demands (nah, only 3, but you guys were the reason for this story) I decided to write the story about the Buttercup story I had written.

This part will be like an introduction of the story, but if you don't want to read it, then skip ahead to the other line and began.

The powerpuff girl will not have superpower.

They moved to Townsville at six.

No, if they don't have superpower, what makes you think they were born from an experiment. However, the professor will be a scientist still, and their father.

Italics are thoughts

Bold would be story change or something

So let began...

February the 13. One more day till Valentine, huh. I wonder what Butch will do.

I turn around to see my boyfriend, of 6 months, doing silly faces.

How did I ever like this idiot?

"Hey Butts! Hey! Hey!," my so-called idiot of a boyfriend starts to scream.

I walk towards him and use my hand to smack the back of his head. "Ow!"

He looks at me with pained written all over his eyes, but all I said was, "I told you to stop calling me that."

He smirks then says, "Would you rather be called B-cup?" Uh, no. "Why can't you just call me normally. Buttercup. You know my given name."

He leans over and gives me a small peck on the lips and tells me, "It's not fun."

After that, he quickly grabs my skateboard and run off.

"Hey come back!" I scream. I start to chase him everywhere and his laugh fills the skate park.

~ After chasing Butch, he suddenly falls. Buttercup runs up to him to check on him. After the incident, it late at night, and Butch is walking(limping) Buttercup home.

"Butch, you don't have to take me home." I told him.

"And spend less time with my babe, no way. Beside, I'm okay. It's just a small scratch. Nothing I can't handle," he assured me. "With you next to me, I can face anything."

"Anything?" I asked. "Anything."

"Even Brick, when he is angry? Or Boomer, when he's sad?" I questioned.

"Okay not anything, but most things." He restated.

We start to see my mailbox that happens to be a few feet away now.

Should I remind him that tomorrow is Valentine?

I turn to face him and can't help but stare. He looks so calm and peaceful.

"Well, I guess were here." He says. He leans in, our forehead are now against each other. He stares into my eyes, and I can't help but forget everything that moment. Then he pulls me toward him, just so I would be closer to him. He gives me a long squeeze before he releases me.

"Bye Butterfly." And he walks off (or limping) into the street and out of my sight.

Dang it! I forgot to tell him. Maybe he'll remember.

Revision notes (5/10/2018) : Wow, I still can't believe I wrote this. But hey there's not a lot of fanfic, so I guess you can add my crap to the garbage too.

But anyway I just made a few changes. Not like any big so don't have to re-read if you don't want to. And newcomers, thanks for giving my story a try.