A/N- So it's my first PPG fanfic. Enjoy!

FYI- Butch and Buttercup and all of their siblings are 17 or so. There may be OOC tendencies.

Diclaimer- Don't own PPG, nor do I own Yeah Yeah Yeah's song "Cheated Hearts" which this is titled, yet it's not a songfic.

Cheated Hearts

I'd fucked up again.

Typical.

Sitting on the window sill I turned to my bedroom to see the crack under my door dark. Everyone must've gone to bed, now that we had gotten seperate rooms, it made it a lot easier to go out on the weekends. Sighing I glided out the open window into the night.

The Professor got yet another call from Mrs. Peal, my History teacher,

"She's in danger of a failing grade Mr. Utonium...I'd really like to see progress..." The typical teacher bullshit that gets you nowhere fast.

Flying through the night I sped toward the school.

But that was typical, the little tough green Powerpuff growing up to be the irritable green Powerpuff that seems to fuck up every chance she gets. I looked at the grass peeking though my toes, the hair tucked behind my ears falling in my face. I looked up at our high school Townsville High, and chuckled. I hated it so.

I was no outcast, oh no. But just...there. I was tired of floating class to class, brainless, slapping on a grin and waving to friends/teammates/siblings. I wasn't happy, I was bored. Walking down the block I opened my bag and pulled out my pack of Marlboro Ultra Lights and brought one to my lips. Stopping halfway down the sidewalk I dropped my lighter. The clanking filled the air. Bending down I could hear someone walking in front of me and then stop. Laughter filled the air, and while I snatched up the lighter I sighed heavily, lighting it when I returned to a standing position. Dropping the lighter in my bag, my eyes finally met the stranger in front of me.

"Hey Buttercup, little late isn't it?"

Exhaling I tried to hide my blush, "I don't know Butch...you tell me?" Coming closer I noticed he too had a cigarette dangling from his lips. Taking one final puff he tossed it to his feet and put it out. Then he flashed that trademark Rowdyruff grin of his and my legs felt like jello. "Stop it, he's nothing but shit Buttercup, you know this now grow up!" I couldn't help but think about the day right then.

Flashback to that day.

I woke up, irritated that I could no longer be in my oh-so wonderful sleep. As usual. Bitched at Bubbles for hogging the bathroon to straighten her hair. As usual. Got a lecture from Blossom on how I should carpè diem and try the best I can to make my D's dissapear. As usual. Now if you can't tell by now, I get this shit everyday. Rolling off my bed I hopped into the shower downstairs and washed my hair which reeked of pot and cigarette from my night of "reflection" beforehand. All I could think was, thank god it's Friday.

Staring into the fogged mirror I decide my look for the day.

Blowdry hair, sleek and shine, style as wanted.

Now just because I strived on being a badass on the battlefield doesn't mean I should carry it through the toughest years of my life thus far, high school. That I attempted freshman year, the results lead to depression and perscriptions for Zoloft. So I tossed the baggy clothes, the chains, the darker than dark make-up. And went for something a tad more clichè.

Slipping on a bra to hold up my C cup "problem", I put on a white camisol and slipped on a pale green low-cut tunic that had forest green apple pattern on it. Putting on a white beaded necklace and then a longer green necklace I slipped on my jeans. It was way too early, why did I always take the shortest amount of time? I decided today I would actually wear make-up so I put on eyeliner and some mascara. I hate make-up, even in my early years I hated it. Now in my Junior year I was still in pain.

Strolling down the stairs I got the usual squeal from Bubbles, "Oh my GOD Buttercup! That is the CUTEST outfit! Thank GOD you ditched those old clothes...yadda...boys...yadda...puppies..."

Get the drift? Grabbing my lunch money off the counter I said my goodbye to the Professor and grabbed my keys. That was the normalcy that I called for, I didn't want to fly to school everyday anymore, I demanded a vehicle. So the Professor gave in when I got a job, which I didn't keep mind you. Bubbles and Blossom aren't allowed in my car, ever. Only when it's important, other than that they can fly their asses everywhere. Hey, I saved up for the car, I get to make the rules. Hopping in my car I rambled off some "morning tutoring" lie to the Professor and sped off to go have some "relaxation" before school.

Sitting in the backlot, nobody was around and I lit up letting the smoke slowly billow out of my window. It's 6:50 and I'm not myself anymore, it makes me easier to act like I am truly happy to be here. I toss the stuff in my middle compartment and literally hose myself in Bath and Bodyworks spray. After I open the door I see Bubbles and Blossom, on time as usual. And they see me, gaping, as usual. I wander the lot for a bit to get rid of the scent of freshly smoked weed combined with Sweet Pea. I walk in a haze into the school. The typical path, I see Kim with Rich and she's excited about something. I nod my head and laugh with her; I find everything funny. I don't have any idea what she talked about. I saunter down to my locker and see those eyes burning into mine. That emerald green, the high's intensifying. I get to my locker and I smell him, Axe: Touch combined with the scent of his morning filterless. Timeless, and It only made me want him more.

"So, clambaking again?" I look at him, do I look high? He laughs when he see my eyes.

"I remember when you were akward little Buttercup. Grumpy, slightly dykey, and oh-so tough." My jaw dropped and I hit him in the chest, hopefully leaving a lovely five-star for later.

"Asshole." I grab my World Lit book and slam the teal locker.

He stares at me, "But I like that you've only changed in school, and not when you kick ass." I roll my eyes and turn to walk away. He tries to say something but is interrupted by the bell. I turn back to see him still standing there.

"Is there something you need Butchie?"

He grins and says, "Nope, I'm good for the day." He looks in my eyes and turns around nonchalantly.

That son of a bitch, why does he have to act like he's so hot? I smile, god, why do I think about him? For the rest of the day I was in a fog, seeing Butch give me looks and stare at me in the halls. I knew he was watching, I was longing, longing for him. That afternoon after detention I slid into my car sighing, he had gone home and I had homework for the weekend. Popping in my Bright Eys CD I tuned to "Poison Oak" and lit a cigarette; this day needed to end. After lingering in the second-hand for a few moments I drove home, to another boring, Blossom-filled evening.

Bubbles always went to a party, got fucked up, and passed out beside my bedroom window every night. I was her savior always dragging her up to my window where she would puke and I would have to clean her up and place her in bed. She always came to me, I don't get why. I'm not her biggest fan, I guess she thinks I'm better to talk to than Blossom, which is true. I remember when she thought she was pregnant, when I knew very well that she hadn't even had sex yet. What an attention whore. I would tell Butch these stories, and we would laugh and smoke weed in his car by the river. We were best friends, and it killed me. It didn't suprise me that I had seen him tonight.

Butch looks at me again and pulls out his pack and lights up yet another cig. We're sitting on the curb now, and haven't said a word to eachother for the past ten minutes.

He turns to me, "Why haven't you been with anyone since John left?" John. My ex flame when I was 13, what an asshole. He moved to Citysville and we never spoke again, I never liked him anyway. What a random thing to bring up.

Butch looked at me and I gave him a look back. I remember that year, we gave subtle hints. He must've known how I felt.

I remember when he and his brothers returned again when we were 11. They were cocky, but willing to compromise their evil power to be good. Butch always gave me a hard time, and me being the little badass I had to snipe back. One day I was talking to the girls when he walked up, kissed me and walked away. I was left in shock and fake anger. He went to Brick and got money, and looked back grinning. I saw in his eyes though, that he had liked it. I wouldn't dare say, that I liked it too. From then on the glimpses, the secret stares, never lead onto anything more, so I was left feeling love for someone I figured would never love me back.

"What an asshole."

I shrugged, "I don't know."

Looking at the filter of my cigarette. He nodded like he knew everything. I flicked my cigarette into the street and watched it go out. Butch began to grind his into the ground. I stood up and so did he, and all we could do was look at each other. He took a step closer to me, I could smell his tobacco breath.

"Butch..." I was stopped suddenly by his lips against mine.

My eye closed and I kissed him back. Then they shot open and I shoved him away my mouth slightly ajar with a look of confusion. He placed a hand on my cheek and began to stroke it. My mouth closed and I stared at him. Moving in closer I felt his other hand pull me towards him. I placed my hands around his neck and we were forehead-to-forehead. I lunged at his lips and we held each other close. This wasn't your average tacky swapping spit make-out, this was kissing, expressing emotion through an action. I stopped him and he took my hand.

"Buttercup..." he cleared his throat and looked down, searching for words.

"It's...ah...it's hard to be in love with someone for so long, and not be allowed to."

I looked at him quizically.

"Brick and Boomer, they...they wouldn't understand...and I thought you just...wanted to be friends."

I chuckled and kissed him lightly, "I love to fuck with you, and kick your ass, but for the longest time...I've just wanted you."

He smiled and chuckled.

Looking at his watch he hung his head back, "Fuck, it's 3:38. I gotta go before I get caught by them."

He gave me a long kiss and held my hand tight before speeding off leaving an emerald trail, and me, behind him. My hand still remained in its position. I smiled to myself, he felt the same way. I picked up my tossed bag and looked at the moon. walking towards my street I lifted off the ground and landed on my window sill moments later.

Crawling in, no one was awake. I changed into my PJ's and turned on my TV quietly. Shuffling could be heard from outside. Then giggling and shushes to keep quiet. Rolling my eyes I got out of bed; there she was in her drunken glory being held up by Marie and Tory. I glided down, scooped up Bubbles said goodnight...er good morning to the girls and went back up to place her in bed.

Fucking routine.

Screwing up.

Getting high.

But it was the weekend and now that Butch was there the winds had changed.

Tomorrow, it wouldn't be routine anymore.

A/N- DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.

Feedback encouraged...one-shot or no?

I don't know if I should continue or not.