A/N: Whassup, my people? I have decided to write a new story. I just got this idea randomly. By the way, they are sixteen and high school juniors in this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own PPG.
The bell rang loudly at three o' clock. The class jumped up out of their seats and rushed out of the room.
Buttercup heard a quiet giggle. She turned to see Bubbles walking next to her, laughing. "What?" Buttercup demanded.
"He was staring at you again," Bubbles said, flipping one long blond pigtail over her shoulder.
"Who?" Buttercup asked, annoyed with her sister.
"Butch!" Bubbles erupted into fits of giggles.
"What's so funny?" Blossom, Buttercup's other triplet, wondered as she came out of Pre-Calculus.
Bubbles continued, "If he fails History, we'll all know whose fault it is!" She nearly doubled over in laughter. Blossom gave her a confused look. "Butch was staring at Buttercup again," Bubbles explained.
Blossom didn't laugh, which Buttercup was pleased about. But much to her dismay, she said, "Aw. I think you guys would be cute."
"Come on, Blossom!" Buttercup groaned. "Give me a break! I mean, he's just so...just so...so Butch!"
"That's the same thing I said about Brick," Blossom reminded her. "And now look at us."
Buttercup grinned. "And the same thing Bubbles still says about Boomer."
Bubbles blushed and she elbowed Buttercup. "Shut up, Buttercup."
"Speak of the devil," Buttercup noted. Brick, Blossom's boyfriend and fellow redhead, came into the scene. His locker happened to be right next to Blossom's.
"Hey, Bloss," he said as he put his things away. "What's going on?" That was directed at all three girls.
"Oh, nothing," Bubbles trilled happily.
Brick's ruby eyes glinted with frustration. "Girls are really confusing," he complained. "Always so vague."
"Amen," Buttercup muttered under her breath.
Brick's brothers, Boomer and Butch, joined him. While Brick was the self-proclaimed leader, Butch was the tallest, at about six-foot-two. The others were around five-foot-nine.
Boomer and Bubbles exchanged embarrassed glances. "We'd better get going now," Brick said. "I'm willing to bet Fuzzy's getting lonely." He chuckled darkly. He gestured to his brothers and they left. Butch spared Buttercup a lingering gaze.
Bubbles was right. No one had looked at Buttercup like that before. It was kind of nice.
"Come on, girls," said Blossom. "We should go home, too."
"I think I'll stay in town for a while," Buttercup said quickly. "I have some money. I was going to spend it on a book." Lately, Buttercup had taken a strong liking to books, especially vampire novels.
"Okay," said Blossom. "We'll take your stuff home for you."
"Thanks." Then they parted ways.
By the time Buttercup had selected a good book, it was after dark. She had picked up every monster book she'd found and read through the first chapters of all of them before deciding on one worth her time and short patience.
As she walked home, she couldn't help but get an unbearably creepy feeling. She soon realized why.
Two thugs, around college age, stumbled out of an alley, empty beer bottles in their hands. "Oh, hey!" one of them, who was wearing a Yankees cap, said. "It's a Powderpuff Girl."
"Correction," Buttercup said coldly. "It's Powerpuff."
"Ooh, fiestly," said the other one, who had cropped brown hair. "I like that."
"If either of you touch me, I'll knock both your freaking heads off," Buttercup threatened.
"So the rumors are true," said Yankee boy. "You really did get the most spice." He grabbed her arm.
"I said don't touch me!" Buttercup punched him in the gut. Hard.
The other one began trembling. "Uh, Paul," he stammered. "You'd better look out. It's Butch." He pointed to something over Paul's shoulder.
Butch did look pretty imposing under the flickering streetlamp, his spiky black hair quivering as he twitched--either with excitement or anger. Maybe both. His emerald eyes could freeze water in July.
Butch was famous in the backstreets and alleyways of Townsville. The police let him get into all the fights he wanted to, so long as he kept the thug population at a minimum.
He stalked over to Paul and grabbed his collar. "Leave the girl alone," he growled. He let the guy go and the two idiots scrambled away.
Buttercup stared after them, dumbfounded. After some time, she turned to Butch. "I could have handled that myself, you know," she grumbled.
Butch just laughed. One brief, harsh-sounding, "Ha!"
Buttercup glared at him. "What? So you don't think I could have taken care of them?"
"To be perfectly honest, no." Buttercup walked faster. Though she was much smaller than Butch, she was fast. "Hey, wait!" He caught up to her. "Listen. I think I know how thugs' minds work a little better than you do. I couldn't just watch them assault you. I had to do something to get them away from you!" He closed his mouth abruptly, as if he'd said too much.
"Okay, fine, whatever," Buttercup sighed. "Just take me home."
Butch frowned. "A 'thank you' would be nice," he stated.
"Thank you." Then they took off into the moonless sky.
Okay, so tell me what you think and if you think I should continue. I also need ideas for what should happen next. The fate of this story rests in your hands.
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