I do not own the Powerpuff Girls.

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This was originally supposed to be another chapter in Get Mixed, but somehow it morphed into a story… then a series of stories. This is the first of many. Hope you guys enjoy!

WARNING! There will be mention of alcohol use and minor drug use (smoking pot) in this fic, but it's a really good fic. I haven't been able to stop writing this one since I started.

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"I'm a bad, bad girl now. Can't love anyone and no one can love me." Bubbles has spiraled down from grace because of something in her past. Her sisters have no clue, and so it rests on Brick to put the pieces back together to the broken Puff who refuses to let anyone in. BubblesBrick

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You know devils don't fly
So don't expect me not to fall
Devils don't fly
By God, we almost had it all
But I got chains and you got wings
You know that life ain't fair sometimes
Devils don't fly, but I try
Devils Don't Fly ~ Natalia Kills

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Like A Bad Girl

Chapter 1: I'm A Bad, Bad Girl

Her heart had been broken. Ripped apart, really. In the days she had spent trying to mold it back together she had found that all that was left was a pit of emptiness.

Sugar shouldn't be this bitter, but she was. No one is ever going to love me. She declared to herself, but she couldn't let her sisters know. She was responsible for their happiness, not her own. Bubbles smiled brightly and pretended she didn't want a hero to save her from herself.

She dated Boomer, but cheated on him with Butch. While she messed around with Butch he broke things off to get with Princess. Neither of them could ever have her heart because it was long gone. She didn't bother learning the names of the others she had used along the way.

Brick, however, wouldn't flirt with her back. He wouldn't accept her late night calls with her crying about how she was so lonely and she just needed someone's arms wrapped around her. He'd bring her home from the clubs she partied at nightly but refused to stay the night with her.

"Why can't you just be with me for the night? I don't care if you don't love me! Come on, please Brick!" Bubbles begged. She was tipsy from the pretty colored cocktails boys had bought her.

He sighed. "What's happened to you Bubbles?"

She giggled. "I'm a bad, bad girl now. Can't love anyone and no one can love me."

"You're drunk. You can't really believe that."

"It's true. I've hurt so many people and I don't even care. The only thing that makes me feel bad is I can't get over my first love. Can't you love me tonight Brick? Can't you pretend?"

Brick sighed because he's held back so much from Bubbles. He's always hoped she'd get out of her rut and quit using people left and right just to make herself feel better for a moment. He knows he can't save her, but he can't help but be pulled into her broken smile.

"You're better than this Bubbles. You don't need me to make you feel better."

"Yes I do, I need you." Bubbles pulled on his neck. "Why can't you be like the rest of them? Why can't you just give me what I need?"

"I care about you." Brick pulled away. "I care and I know you don't feel the same way about me, but that doesn't mean I'll be your punching bag just because I like you."

"You… you like me?"

"Go to sleep. You'll feel better after the alcohol is out of your system." He adjusted his hat and lifted one leg through her open bedroom window. "Night Bubs."

"Brick! Wait!" She stumbled from her bed where he placed her, but he was already soaring away in the night. "You LIAR! You don't like me, you don't!"

She sobbed against the window sill. People who really care don't leave.