Hi, it's me again. I know the last chapter was a bit short. I wrote it early in the morning when I was hopped up on coffee. I also wanted to get it done before I had to get ready for school. We had locker clean out and I couldn't be late. Not to mention finals and I really don't want to have to repeats classes my junior year.

Once again I am rambling. I really should cut back on the coffee. Oh well. I don't own the rights to the characters of the powerpuff girls.

BRICK'S POINT OF VIEW

After spending plenty of time in Buttercup, I mean with Buttercup, i went home. Boomer was watching TV and Butch was listening to music on his phone. Upon my arrival, both of my brothers looked up at me.

"Where have you been all this time?" Bitch asked.

He had a scowl on his face. He mused have been in a pissy mood about something.

"Out. Why? What happened?" I replied.

"Nothing. Just wondering. You were gone a long ass time."

"What is wrong with him?" I asked Boomer.

"He got really bored while you were gone and went for a walk. When he came back he told me that they closed the music stand that was around the corner. He's been like that ever since." My blonde brother explained.

"It's not like he ever buys anything. Maybe that is why they went out of business. No one was buying anything."

"I bought stuff" Butcher mumbled under his breath.

I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen. I was starving. All that work I did really got me hungry. After all, pleasuring your woman takes a lot of work.

There it was again.

I called her mine. Is she really mine? I know that we are sexual partners. Really good ones in fact. We fit together in all the right places. But what about at an intellectual level. While I am smarter than her we do talk a lot. We really connect. I had suggested before to her that we talk more so we could connect more both emotionally and sexually. Mostly sexually.

Was I falling for her though? I mean, she does have a great laugh, cute smile, and her face when she orgasms...

Not the point here. The point is that I need to sort myself out before I see her again. If I really am falling for the powerpuff, I aam in deep shit.

BUTTERCUP'S POINT OF VIEW

I sat in the bathroom on the floor in my home. My brothers were out and my parents at work. I was so sick. I spent the entire time since getting home with my head in the toilet. Why I have no friggin clue. I know I am not sick because it is off an on. The nausea and vomiting go as fast as they come. Why can't my goddamned stomach make up its mind. Either it is uneasy or fine. Why does it keep flip flopping around?

Lately I have been acting weird. My brothers and parents haven't noticed it yet but I have. I am more clingy than usual. Add the stomach issues and I don't know what the hell is going on. When I had texted Brick before I could tell that he was surprised. I hate to admit it, but he knows me really well. Maybe even too well... is there such a thing as knowing some one too well?

I don't know. What I do know is that he noticed something was up with me. Thankfully he decided to keep quiet about it. I really love that he lets me tell him things on my own time.

Did I really just say that? How can I love something about the Rowdyruff? He is a menace to society! I mean, sure, we are fucking, but that is it! Well, minus our conversations. We have never gone out on a date. Not like I would want to. We are just too different to ever work.

I'm good. He is evil. I like the color green. He loves red. He enjoys reading, I prefer video games. He likes to roller scate. I am more of a scare boarding gal myself...

Okay, with the exception of the good vs evil thing, the differences really aren't that major. I mean, every one is different. That is was makes us unique. Even Butch and I are different. He, like his other two brothers, like roller skating. He even hates gum. I love chewing gum. I mean, who hates gum. Seriously.

I sighed out loud.

Brick loves gum. He even likes to wear hats. We both have the same style in music, dancing, cloths... We really do like most of the same thing.

No. This can't be happening. I cannot. Will not. Refuse to be falling in love. With Brick NO less. It is impossible.

My stomach gave a painful lurch and I readied my head near the toilet bowl.

"Ugh...damned stomach." I groaned out before puking once more.

BOOMER POINT OF VIEW

As I sat watching Spongebob on TV, I thought about Brick. Lately he has been different. He seems happier and more relaxed. While he was never as temperamental as Butch, he did have a short fuse. I wonder what has caused him to be more Zen.

Just then the man I was just thinking about walked in from the kitchen where he had been eating. He looked conflicted about something. He had been so peaceful looking before. I wonder what could have changed his emotions so.

Brick went to his room without a word to either me nor Butch. Closing his door behind him, my oldest brother shut himself off from the rest of us.

"Hey Boomer, does he seem different to you?" Butch asked me.

I nodded.

"I was just thinking about that. I noticed it too. I wonder what happened." I replied.

"What ever it is, it sure is changing his attitude. I just hope it is for the better."

I nodded again. I cast a look at his door before looking back at the cartoon.

BRICK'S POINT OF VIEW

Well, I was done eating. I had made mmyself a few sandwiches and thought about Buttercup the whole time I was eating. I got no closer to figuring out how I felt about the girl than I was before I got home.

Do I love her? Is it just a crush? Or is it even anything at all? Maybe it is just the sex that I like so much. That too was a possibility.

Just sex.

I scoffed. If it was just sex then I wouldn't be having this internal conflict.

I went to my room to try and sort this out. Once my door was shut I lay back on my bed. Staring at my dark red ceiling, I tried to gather my thoughts. I really needed to figure this shit out. Like. Now. Otherwise I don't think I will be able to sleep with Buttercup until I know exactly how I feel about her.

I laughed out loud. Look at me. Fretting about my love life like some chick. If Butch found out I would never hear the end of it. He and Buttercup are so much alike that I know he would tease me for the rest of my life.

Butch and Buttercup. Huh, they really were similar. Both of them had black hair and green eyes. The two of them love wearing green. Their personalities are the same. They are equal in strength. They both even share the same smile that on Butch it is annoying while on Buttercup it is adorable.

Could I really love some one who is just like my own brother? Or is it merely an illusion. I wish someone would give me a fucking clue.