A/N: It's me! Fantastic T! Back yet again to entertain and satisfy. Welcome back, little nuggets! Glad you decide to read more of my stories, that always means a lot to me. :)

So the day after I posted my other story, I just had to write more. I love the idea of people R&R-ing, soooo I wanted to give you a little more of my work to read.

I'm using my iPod touch to write this one, because I (unfortunately) don't have my own laptop, so I'll be updating often. All I have to do is type it, email it to myself, wait for my dad to get home with his laptop, copy and paste into Word from my email, and post….ay curumba, this is gonna be a long story.

Enjoy, darlings!

Disclaimer: I don't own Powerpuff Girls guys. The chance of having Cartoon Network show up at my door with the rights to the PPG is the same percent that I will marry Taylor Launter-about 1 in 500000000000000. But I can hope & dream!

I was asleep in her room on a bright Saturday morning, covering up my face with a bright green pillow, trying to block out the bright yellow sunlight that was streaming through my window. I laid calmly on her bed, praying that this Saturday, he wouldn't-

Suddenly, with a flash of green training behind him, someone crashed through my large, oval shaped window (breaking it for the 16th time that month) and zipped around my room, knocking everything off of my desk, breaking my lamp, and ripping my OneRepublic and Paramore posters off of the wall, and finally flinging everything but me and the pillow over my head off of my bed.

"GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE!" he yelled into my ear, whipping the pillow off of my head. He started jumping up and down on my bed like some kind of five year old.

I hissed like a vampire at the early morning light. "Butch, you just can't let me sleep in. What kind of counterpart are you? I swear to God, if you weren't my best friend-"

"You'd whoop my a.., I know!" Butch said mockingly, hitting me in the backside with a pillow. "Now get up, BC! You don't wanna miss your 16th birthday!"

I smiled. Yes, today was my sixteenth birthday, finally. I briefly reflected on all of the years passed, noticing just how much we'd all changed. Ever since crimes died down in Townsville-Mojo Jojo retired, the GangGreen Gang moved on to Citiesville, and Him disappeared-we had more time to focus on growing up, despite the rare bank robberies we were forced to deal with.

Blossom was now not only a super-genius, captain of the dance team, AND class president, but she was also turning out to be very beautiful. Her once long hair had now doubled in length, making her wavy, fire orange locks flow down all the way to her knees. She still wore signature pink clothes, but now wore her hair down with a headband instead of in her normal ponytail. Along with all that, Blossom was now dating Brick, the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys. They had just started going out a few weeks ago, and they were a nearly perfect couple.

Bubbles had changed dramatically. In addition to being Captain of the Cheerleading Squad and the most popular girl in their grade, Bubbles was no longer a crybaby, and was also drop-dead gorgeous. Her short blonde hair had grown out to her elbows, though she still wore her hair in two ponytails. She was going out with Boomer of the Rowdyruff Boys, and had been for the last two years, ever since he made it known that he was switching to the Good Side.

I, however, hadn't changed that much at all. I still wore my raven-black hair out, the only difference being that I now had swoop bangs and it had grown out to my shoulders. I still wore my green, black, and white wardrobe, and still had a "sour, grumpy, and feisty attitude with sarcasm that would never stop showing up" (according to the Professor). As usual I was the toughest out of the three of us. I played every sport known to man (and kicked butt at all of them). But other than that, Life was the same.

Other than the fact that the craziest person on the planet, Butch Jojo, somehow ended up being my best friend.

And that he was waking me up on my sixteenth birthday at...?

"IT'S FREAKIN' 12:30?" I exclaimed, looking down at the mess of pillows & blankets on the floor. I started picking them all up quickly before Butch could stop me. "Are you insane? You know, this is how I'm gonna remember this morning-me being tired and annoyed and..." I rambled on and on as I crawled back into bed, shut my eyes, and attempted to go back to sleep.

I heard Butch sigh, and then a whoosh. 'Thank God he left, I can sleep!' I thought, believing Butch had flown out of the window and left me to rest.

Until I heard screaming in my ear. "BUTTERCUP, WAKE UP! WE'RE SIXTEEN!"

Stupid sisters.

"I'm obviously not gonna get any sleep," I said, hoisting myself out of bed and practically dragging myself across the floor of my room, while Butch, Bubbles, and Blossom all cheered. I gave Butch a sarcastic glare and he just smiled a false-sweet grin at me, tossing me a Red Bull out of my mini-fridge. I caught it in my hand with ease, and walked across the green carpet into my bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

I rubbed my bright green eyes and opened them up wide, running my fingers through my short dark hair. I yawned and splashed some water on my face. Even on my birthday, I was tired and less than excited to be up so early.

'Look out, world.' I thought, sighing deeply. 'Buttercup Utonium is turning sixteen.'