The Final Song

Hi. :D So, uhm, it isn't really a musical type, uhm, let's just say you'll find out why the title is "The Final Song" as you read this. :) It's a Butch/BC fanfic. Hope you guys enjoy! :D DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls, if I did, there'd be more episodes, and uhm, yeah!

"Bubbles, is Buttercup awake already? I can't be late today." The pink-eyed girl said, flipping through the pages of a random algebra book.
"Let me go check." Bubbles said with a smile, running up the stairs.
"Buttercup? Are you awake? We're leaving for school in a while, and you wouldn't want Blossom to be mad again, would you?" Bubbles says, facing the door.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm awake, and I'm ready. Let me just finish this Wrestling game, and I'll be down." The green puff replies. A light green guitar in hand.
"I guess I'm bringing all my babies again." Buttercup thought to herself, smiling. The three things she calls her babies are her skateboard, her guitar, and her iPod. But sometimes, she wishes someone besides the professor would and could call her baby... someone who would love her, and someone she loves...

Buttercup's POV

I zoomed down the stairs, leaving a light green trail. I'm actually feeling good today, wearing my favorite green cap, a loose green T-shirt, jeans, and my green converse, other than that, I have my guitar and skateboard with me. I just wish nothing, or no one, not even Mojo, ruins my good mood today, or they're toast.
"Hey Buttercup! You're here. Come on, so I don't get late for Advanced Algebra." Blossom says. She's reading that boring old Algebra book again! Oh well, she always was the smart one.
"I'll just use my skateboard to school. I don't feel like getting on that big yellow school bus today, besides, it's Friday, so we can just chill." I say.
"Okay. BYE PROFESSOR!" Blossom shouts, professor's in the lab, as usual.
"Bye Prof!" I open the door and skate. I wave to Blossom and Bubbles as they wait for Elmer Sglue get in the school bus. See why I don't like riding? It takes too long.

We've changed a lot through the years, physically, and mentally, but I'm still pretty guyish and violent. I mean, you know, how a girl grows up. The usual. Uh, period and all, the curves and stuff, we have fingers and toes, normal eyes (except that Blossom has pink eyes). Blossom's hair is really pretty long, and sometimes I get jealous, but I still cut my hair really short because it bothers me when I skate, or dance, or make my music. And the prettiest? Let's leave that to dear sweet Bubbles, she'd probably be the prom queen since she's head cheerleader. Of course, she isn't the snotty kind like Princess Morbucks and her co-whores, oops, I mean, cohorts.
I see my best friend Mitch waving to me as I skate to the entrance. Mitch is still the same, and well, he's under probation for bullying Harry Pitt, poor kid. I mean, it's cool, but come on, we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, right?
"Hey Buttercup!" What a fake smile, Mitch.
"Hi." I smile. He looks at me sadly, but still with an obviously fake smile.
"I'm leaving next week. The damn principal wants me out of this crap hole." He says. His voice with pure hatred.
"No shit? Y'know what, if you think this place is such a crap hole, how come it seems like you don't want to leave? The tone of your voice is a dead give-away.
"Y'know what, Buttercup? The only damn reason I go to school is for mom. And now that she can't handle me, she's sending me to a fucking military school. I ain't shitting you, it's crap." He says sadly. Since he is my best friend, it's sad and all. But okay, I'm not being plastic, sometimes I do wish he was sent to some military school, maybe then he'd be a better friend, and not the pushy kind of dude who bullies random people. It's annoying. Everyone's like, "Oh the Powerpuff who's supposed to be good always hangs out with the brat kid.". It sickens me.

"Well, it's your fault anyway, Mitch. Anyway, I'm late for gym class. Catch ya later!" I say, then I run to my locker and put my babies in, pulling my gym clothes out. I dress up and run to the gym in my usual green shorts, white and green rubber shoes and the girls varsity shirt. It pays to be a varsity member, we can wear anything for training, and go on cool competitions... Oopsie, I gotta run to the gym.
"Okay, so, on Monday, we'll have a new student, which hopefully you guys would welcome. Buttercup, since you're one of our school's sporty stars, I'd like you to keep an eye on him and help him out with our curriculum, he also is pretty sporty so I'm pretty sure you two would get along." Coach says. I wonder who coach is talking about, 'cause he looks pretty stressed about the new dude coming.
"Yes coach." I say. Then I take a few steps so I could talk to Justin, he's another school star for sports, and we usually help the coach out with the classes he handles, so we're pretty close.
"What are we gonna ask them to do today, Justin?" I ask.
"I don't really know, green girl. Let them jog around the field and we'll play soccer." He says. He is attractive and all, but his girlfriend is really slutty and such a bitch. Princess. Ugh.
"Justin, baby, if we're going to play soccer today, can I sit out? You wouldn't want your girlfriend to break a nail, would you?" As usual. She doesn't do anything for PE.
"You're missing out again? It'll be hard for me to talk to coach AGAIN so you don't flunk PE!" I say. oh, Justin's gonna kill me for this.
"It's okay, Buttercup, I'll talk to coach for you." Justin's an angel. Thank God for him!
"Thanks." I say.
"Bye freaky lez girl." Princess waves. UGH.

I used to be linked to Justin, and honestly, I like the idea of him and me… It was so much different then, when Princess wasn't in the picture. When Justin became the MVP for that basketball game, of course he became popular, and then Princess took him for herself. It's nice that he still talks to me even if Princess seriously destroyed my reputation, no one used to care about me being boyish, until Princess started spreading all these rumors, and I really couldn't care less, because I like being boyish and tough. I just hate the fact that Justin looks at her the way he used to look at me…

A/N: So anyway, that's the first chapter. I hope you like it. :) Reviews are very much appreciated, and uhm, please, no flames. :) Thanks.

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March 31, 2010// I updated it so the story wouldn't be too confusing.