So I know some of you were reading Girls and Boys and I haven't finished that but i'm sorry because i'm not going to finish it. The writing was bad and I don't know where exactly I was taking the story. So I hope this new ppg story will soothe your pain.
Disclaimer: I don't own ppg.
The assembly was as boring as it was every year, once we started high school we had expected everything to become magical and exciting like in the movies, sadly that wasn't the case. Bubbles sat on my left, Buttercup on my right. The whole school had been piled into the gym, to spend what was supposed to be an exciting end to the day to get us hyped for the soccer game after school.
I threw a glance at Buttercup to make sure she was okay. She had tried and failed to stay on the soccer team but school and monsters weren't a good combination and eventually she had to quit. She looked bored and slightly irritated, but that was normal.
Her uniform, a long sleeve button up that the guys adored do to its sheer fabric and tendency to become tight at the boobs after a few washes. This was especially true for Buttercup who had had somewhat of a growth spurt recently and had to buy all new bras. Her shirt was unbuttoned at the top and a bit of cleavage peaked out. She had an athlete's body and was slim and toned everywhere else. Her legs, a favorite of the guys were long and toned a striking white against her black skirt.
Cheering erupted, or rather it kind of trickled through the auditorium, most people didn't bother with it and so it was rather a weak attempt at spirit. Bubbles clapped and wooed next to me, seeming completely oblivious to the silence around her, though I knew that was untrue. Bubbles was the most observant person I knew, possibly even rivaling me. She jumped up and down, still cheering, and it caught the attention of every boy, and most girls, around us.
Bubbles had always had small boobs to match her slim body but they gave her an appeal all her own. They weren't a miserable size, they were just Bs bordering on Cs but with her petite frame they looked a lot bigger. Big enough to bounce a bit as she jumped. She had the build of a model but was shorter than one by a long shot, she was 5'3'' and hated it because I was 5'6'' and Buttercup was 5'8''.
She got teased about her height a lot but that didn't mean that she still didn't get called hot and whistled at. In fact, most every guy in the school said even if she was shorter than most girls they'd still—never mind.
"It's ending!" Bubbles squealed catching me in a hug.
"Thank god. I thought I might have to run out to go fight an imaginary monster if it didn't." Buttercup ran a hand through her hair making it fall in silky waves around her face. She usually neatly parted it down the middle but it was always a different story halfway through the day.
We made our way through the crowd and I wanted to just fly but skirts and flying weren't the innocent match they'd been back in the day. Especially not these ones that always seemed to have plans of their own. I hate crowds, I'm not claustrophobic or anything but people always rubbed up against me, up against my boobs and I couldn't do much about it with all the people around. I had boobs bigger than Buttercup and I had adjusted but they always seem to get in the way.
Bubbles held close to me, not wanting to get swept away and Buttercup never had too much trouble in these situations. People kept their distance from her, after the last time she'd been on edge and almost broke some guys arm.
"Finally." I sighed catching up to Buttercup with Bubbles by my side. We were flying now and the breeze felt amazing.
"I hate assemblies." Bubbles sighed falling into formation slightly behind Buttercup.
"Then why do you get so excited and cheer?" Buttercup asked.
"If I don't who will?" She shook her head disappointed. "I wouldn't want to be the one stuck down there performing for a completely silent audience."
"They aren't cheering because 1) the cheerleaders suck. 2) The teachers are annoying and 3) because they all look just as bored as we are." Buttercup scoffed, Bubbles looked a bit sad but knew it was true.
"I guess you're right."
"Besides" I offered. "I'm pretty sure you don't even like the cheerleaders."
"No. They don't like me. There's a difference."
"Really?" Buttercup pushed looking as skeptical as ever."
"Yes. If I didn't like them then there would be hell. Thankfully because I do like them there is opportunity."
"Opportunity?" I asked.
"Opportunity for friendship." She sang. Now that she was older her voice was less nasally but all the same her singing sucked. Buttercup cringed, shooting us the evil eye.
"And we know how much she loves friends." Buttercup commented flying through her window. The professor had added onto the house and we all had our own room now. Each the same size of the old one. Bubbles had stayed in the old one, and cried a whole bunch when we left despite the two doors that linked the rooms together.
I had the left room, and it was painted crème with pink accents. A computer and desk in the corner, bookshelf on the far wall, pictures and posters had lined the wall until recently when I took it all down in favor of a few paintings Bubbles had done. One was of us and the professor and another was a monochrome painting of my favorite scientists juxtaposed together in pink, pretty standard stuff.
I drew the blinds before I started changing giving the room the feel of a horror movie. It was a relief to get my shirt off, it always felt so constricting and I've torn shirts while fighting because I can't throw a good punch with my boobs being smashed against me. I threw on a t-shirt with Albert Einstein sticking out his tongue and pajama shorts then floated down to the kitchen where Bubbles and Buttercup were already at.
"Aaron Reed invited us to a party tonight, should we go?" Buttercup asked shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
"Aaron Reed?" I frowned picturing an 18 year old social-light. He was on the soccer team and his parents were pretty well off so he was popular but mostly he was just a pervy senior I caught giving me bedroom eyes a lot of the time.
"He's nice—but a party?" Bubbles questioned. As the town's heroes we were automatically popular when we got to high school last year. Bubbles had been basically the same naturally gorgeous blonde as she is now except our height differences weren't as apparent and she had a little less boobs and you didn't have to be psychic to see where Buttercups boobs were going but she had messier hair and always dressed in sweat pants and a hoodie, which I'm sure she would still be doing if not for the new dress code. My boobs were about the same my face was about the same, I pretty much wore the same thing too. Bubbles and I got invited to parties all the time but buttercup, not so much, and so Bubbles and I didn't go to any. We never even mentioned we got invited to any.
"I don't know do you want to go?" I looked at Buttercup unsure.
"I don't care." She said, but she looked away like she always did when she lied and I knew she really wanted to go. Bubbles and I shared a look and it was pretty much decided that we'd go.
A few hours later I sat on my bed a shopping bag lay on the floor full of clothes I'd bought at the mall earlier. It only took a few minutes for Buttercup to realize that she had nothing to wear and that led to the mall and led a bag full of new clothes.
On my bed, with the price tag still attached was a red satin dress. It was completely gorgeous, hugging my body in all the right places and sitting just below my upper thigh. I smeared a bit of mascara and green eyeliner on to play up my eyes. Unlike Bubbles who had eyes that seemed to be a cross between a tranquil ocean and diamond and Buttercup who always looked like she was about to pounce on someone and rip their shirt off although I'm pretty sure that was never true about her, my eyes, though as pink as my bed sheets, didn't have anything but grogginess in them. A few hours of straightening my rapunzel-esque locks and painting my nails later, I met up with the girls at the front door. The professor had been locked in his lab for days now, we weren't completely sure why but we've learned not to ask. Bubbles set out some tacos she had bought at chipotle a few hours earlier and they were gone now, a good sign that he was still alive.
"Well, how do I look?" Buttercup asked half jokingly and half terrified.
"Hot." Bubbles confirmed looking her up and down with the look Aaron Reed gives me at lunch, and rightfully so, because Buttercup looked practically pornographic in an emerald skater dress with a sweetheart neckline and lace sleeves that stopped below her elbow. Her eyes were smudged with gray mascara and her lips had a trusty and true red shade of lipstick applied with perfect precision. I wanted to do her and the feelings got stronger hen I swept her long creamy legs and stopped at the black pumps she wore. I hadn't seen her grab them but the half lace half velvet duo was doing it for me no doubt.
"Sexy." I said cocking an eyebrow and biting my lip a bit, making her blush a bit in embarrassment.
I wasn't sure about flying to the party in our dresses but Aaron lived miles away and super speed wasn't an option in heels. While we flew I caught sight of Bubbles. She wore a dark blue skater dress with short sleeves and a white collar. It was simple and innocent but had some kind of sex appeal around it that only Bubbles could have. She had wore white pumps with a bow on the back and little to no makeup Just a bit of lip gloss, and a bit of brown eyeliner around her wide eyes. Her eyelashes were already longer than some fake eyelashes so she didn't bother with mascara and she just swept her shoulder length waves to the side.
It was hardly any time before we got to Aarons and the party was in full swing. When we walked in the door there was no moment of silence just some drunken stares and whistles, another reason to never trust movies.
Despite our efforts to stay together we all got swept away, it's not like e planned to stay together anyway when in social settings. Bubbles got pulled off to who knows where and Buttercup found some of her guy friends nestled off in a corner, and me, lucky me, got pulled aside by Aaron.
He looked me up and down his eyes not completely fogged over by booze but getting there. We stood in a corner and no one bothered us, they were all busy with other stuff I guess.
"So you came. Didn't think you would." He said his voice low and husky.
"Neither did I." I said feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment rise up in me as his eyes settled on my breasts. The halter dress I ore felt kind of unsecure to me and I felt myself get kind of defensive.
"Well no that you finally came to one of my parties want to dance? We could just talk all night too, I can get lost in your eyes." He sighed, finally looking down at my face.
"Oh really?" I laughed harshly. He didn't seem to notice my tone he just smiled down at me with a goofy expression. His hazel fixed on mine. He looked sweet but there was still something behind his expression that creeped me out.
"Hey I've always wanted to ask." He said breaking out of his daze; he leaned close to my ear, scaring me. I jumped back a bit before but I could still hear what he said. "Are you a virgin?"
I swear to god I almost killed him. I was seething. I swung my fist to kill, but someone caught me, and when I looked up and saw who it was it seemed only right to kill him instead. Brick stood, smirking and holding my fist back.
This definitely something I had expected. Partly because it was just stupid to get between a powerpuff girls fist and partly because it was Brick. Who had left Townsville years ago when we were young? It was odd that I even remembered his face. Let alone recognized him but he hadn't changed honestly. Same challenging eyes, same messy red hair, and same blood red piercing eyes.
I turned my rage on him, though I wasn't mad at him, I really had no reason to be. He left and I got to live a somewhat peaceful life. But anger and embarrassment still welled inside me and here was someone I could beat up all I wanted without having anything on my conscience, so I swung—hard.