Hi, Limberj here!
This is my attempt at translating a Swedish novel into another language (in this case, English). The original title to this novel is "Powerpuffpinglorna – Familj" and it originated from Sweden. I am the creator of this particular story/fanfiction. This is a trilogy, with this as the first book out of three.
I apologize for any bad English, as this is not my first language. And try not to be too mean in the comments (at least, if it's about bad grammar. Other than that, you can criticize the story as much as you want!). Thank you for reading and please leave a comment!
I do not own "The Powerpuff girls" whatsoever (Mr. Craig McCracken does). I just own this particular fanfiction.

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Eleven Years Later

The Narrator

The city of Townsville!

As usual, Townsville is lively and welcoming. The town has blossomed and changed with the times. Although, not only has the town changed, of course, but the people, too. With new innovations like fast computers, shiny cars, and smart cell phones, the city has become more advanced than it was… well, about eleven years ago since we last saw it.

A completely ordinary and drowsy morning for Townsville's citizens approaches. The citizens are extra well rested because of a very providential reason: monsters from Monster Island didn't visit the city anymore and the criminals have finally gotten tired of trying to rule over the town.

This morning, the twenty-fourth of August, I can with certainty say that this was a completely ordinary and calm morning, with well-rested people and-

Okay, maybe it's not a completely ordinary morning, because today was the girls' birthday…and you've already figured out which girls I mean, correct? That's right: Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup Utonium.

Professor
Tuesday, August 22, 2009
My alarm clock woke me up early one morning August twenty-second; fifteen minutes past six AM to be precise. On any other mornings, Bubbles would wake up the earliest, at six o'clock, but today I was the one to wake up first.

The sunshine shining outside my bedroom window was strong. It painted our garden yellow and green and penetrated the blinds. It was my girls' seventeenth birthday today and I planned to walk into their room and sing "Happy birthday". Surprisingly enough, they didn't find that annoying anymore.

I brought the small cake with me – or rather, a cupcake – to Blossom's bedroom on the first floor. They fell asleep there, all three of them, the night before to spare me all the running up and down the stairs just to wish them a Happy birthday in the morning. They all had their own bedrooms nowadays. We had expanded the house as time passed and they grew older. Blossom got my old bedroom, under the balcony of the second floor, and we built another one for me at the back, near the kitchen. Bubbles kept the girls' old bedroom and Buttercup had gotten a room above the garage.

It was, as I said, much easier if they all went to sleep in Blossom's bedroom the night before. It spared me the need of running up and down the stairs in the morning. The girls were always so thoughtful.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear girls!" I sang as I opened the door and entered Blossom's bedroom.

Blossom had slept on her bed next to Bubbles, while Buttercup had curled up on a tent bed next to the queen sized bed. Bubbles was the first wake up and sat on the bed excitedly. Not long after, Blossom opened her eyes and sat up as well. Buttercup didn't wake up before my song was finished so Bubbles had to poke her to get her stirring.

"Happy birthday, girls! Make a wish." I shouted happily and held the cupcake above Bubbles' lap. The three of them leaned over together and blew out the small candle.

"Thank you!" Blossom and Bubbles said cheerfully while Buttercup threw herself back down onto the bed.

"Come on now, Brooke. Rise and shine." I said. Buttercup grunted something about not wanting to go to school. "I guess you don't want your gift then."

She sat up right away and watched excitedly as I went back out into the hallway. I brought three wrapped gifts into the room again.

"This one is for Betty," I said and gave Blossom the pink, flat box. "Becca." Bubbles got the smaller, but just as heavy, blue package. "And this one's for Brooke."

Buttercup eagerly reached for the green, and biggest, box and ripped the wrappings off within seconds. "Finally! I mean…thanks, Professor!"

She pulled out a rather large leather jacket from the box – a jacket she had pointed at a month prior; back when I didn't know what to get her. It was a jacket that was several sizes too big for her. I didn't know why she wanted it. But then again, I guess it's some kind of fashion trend… or maybe she just has that kind of style. Buttercup, a very unique style for a very unique girl.

"Thanks, Professor!" Blossom exclaimed, who didn't know what she was going to get beforehand, but had her suspicions. "This is exactly what I need for the new school year. And for college in two years!" she held her new pink laptop in her hands like she was advertising it. "It's going to last forever depending on how I treat it."

"And you, of course, will treat it carefully." Said Buttercup sarcastically. "We would never imagine anything else."

"Brooke," I warned her, even though she wasn't saying anything particularly mean. I was just used to her behaving like a…excuse me…brat, towards her sisters.

"What are you even gonna have it for?" Buttercup asked her. "You've got a photographic memory. You don't even have to take notes!"

"I need to document everything I do in school and it's better doing it on a computer rather than on a paper." Blossom countered and stuck her tongue out childishly at her equally childish sister.

Bubbles, who had just unwrapped her gift, read the cover of the heavy book she had just gotten. "Volume five of Marine Animals? This is just what I wanted!"

Every year I gave her a new book about animals from a special series she followed, and this year dolphins were the fifth chapter of Marine Animals.

"So, do you like your gifts?" I asked. The girls nodded their heads.

It was no secret I was one of the wealthiest men in America, considering I was elected the greatest scientist in the world years ago. Although we had Einstein, Tesla, and Edison; none had invented three live girls who grew like normal people and additionally had super powers – something the world had never seen before.

The money came with the interviews, the photo-shoots, the conferences, the meetings with politicians, ambassadors, and even all the Presidents! Paparazzi followed us every second of our lives, bullied us…that wasn't a life I wanted my girls to grow up with. That's why I did everything I could to try and raise my daughters as fairly as possible without making them spoiled.

I just wanted them to be normal, wanted them to have normal lives, and normal friends. I wanted them to learn to take responsibility and not to think that they could have anything they wanted with just a snap of their fingers. If it wasn't enough that they possessed super powers that nothing in this universe could ever can compare with – they even had enough money in their accounts to buy half the planet!

More than half of the money I had earned over the years was donated to people (and animals, Bubbles made sure of that) who needed it far more than we ever would. The rest of it was split into three different accounts the girls would have access to the day they graduated from high school.

After a while, media and the gossip magazines grew accustomed to us – they realized that we were living normal lives without fast cars, partying celebrities, and big mansions – and it was something my girls agreed with. They didn't want to live the celebrity life, either.

When they were thirteen years old, they decided that they didn't want their old names anymore. They wanted normal names, even though I liked their birth names. But I understood, of course. They should be able to feel normal considering the circumstance. My only insistence was that they would still use the letter B as the first letters of their new names.

Blossom's new name became Beatrice. Buttercup wanted to be called Brooke. And Bubbles, poor Bubbles, had a harder time finding a good name that started with B. So, she renamed herself Rebecca, but wanted us to call her Becca.

Now we all lived normal lives. Or as normal as it could be considering the girls had super powers.

Bubbles
Betty flew into the shower after Professor left the room to let us get dressed. Brooke swooshed up the stairs to her own bedroom. Probably to stand in front of her full-length mirror to check out her new black leather jacket. We had already eaten the cake but we still needed something more for breakfast. I was still sitting on the bed. I took the opportunity to check out the first pages of my new book when Professor entered the room once again.

"Well… Since you got a cheaper gift, Bub-I mean, Becca," he started, "I was thinking you could take this, to buy something on your own." He handed me two hundred dollars. "It's not much."

"Thanks, Professor!" I said and hugged him.

Even though I knew I could get so much more, I was grateful for the small things. Professor tried his best to teach us about responsibility and not spoil us before we moved out.

Buttercup
First day of school! UGH! I just wanted to stay home and sleep in! But there was only two more years of school I needed to endure. Besides, it was my birthday, whoopee! After the summer job I had taken this summer, I had finally earned enough money to buy a car… It'll be a worn-out car but it will at least be a vehicle I could drive to and from school with.

Honestly, I don't need a car (I mean, I can fly and run really fast), but everyone I knew passed the license test (including me) over a year ago, so it was just as good to try and follow the stream.

Insecurity really suited me…

Betty, Becca, and I flew the usual route over the bridge, the city hall, and the farms to get to our school.

Betty instantly ran to the science nerds' classrooms on the other side of the building. And to Dainton Hannigan, her cute, but totally wimpy boyfriend. You know, constantly studying, wears glasses, and brags about his father who owns an IT company. He's extremely similar to Betty, so kudos to her, I guess.

The guy she dated before Dainton, Stan Warrington, was a genuine, wash-proof hunk. I really mean it; he was hot! This year, he started at some grand college so he won't be coming back here any time soon.

Becca strutted off to her little geek friends that I don't even know the names of. Those people who have their little "save the animals"-clubs and stuff; the invisible ones. That little group of friends must be the last virgins in school… lacking better words. No guys were looking their way, at all. I find that sad considering Becca's my sister, so of course she's super cute. She should be having boys run after her all day long.

And I, I went to the back of the school where all the cool people hang. The guys and girls that smoked, partied every weekend, and all around had a badass time. The cheerleaders and the whole football team, including the captain (Surely, I am a bad ass. Yeah, sure…). The basketball team…but not the team captain. Absolutely not the captain. He's one of the dipshits Mojo Jojo created to crush me and my sisters, who Him later revived, and we still hated them.

One of them, Liam Berger, his name now, was the captain of our school's basketball team. He became the captain as early as the first day he and his brothers started this school, last year. The captain before him, Brandon Smith, was expelled due to drug possession. It was a little too coincidental if you ask me. The day Liam changed the team's name from "Townsville High School Supermen" to "Townsville High Mohawks", everyone in the team cut their hair just like his.

Liam had these dark green eyes, eyebrow piercings, military jacket, and black Mohawk, which didn't really fit right with his Texan accent he had embraced while growing up in Fort Davis with his brothers and adoptive parents. Nothing about him seemed to fit right. But under the jacket, I heard he had much "nicer" clothes – those kinds of clothes rich people and snobs wear.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was a total fucktard, I would think he is pretty hot. Ugh…I get chills just thinking about it. I hate him.

"Happy birthday, BC." Teased Gordon Jones; the Center of the football team. He's tall, blonde and blue-eyed. Really hot, but nothing more than that.

"Brooke." I hissed.

"Easy, B." one of my dearest friends, Tilly West, cooed. She is a cheerleader, skinny, sweet with long reddish blonde hair. "Happy birthday. Did you go to the 'Scream and Crash' festival this summer?"

"Of course," I answered.

Technically I was never inside the festival area, Professor would never allow that. But I was standing in the woods surrounding the festival, listening to the music from outside the whole weekend.

"Oh god, I'm so jealous! Is there going to be a party at your house tonight, then?"

"I don't think so. Professor said we could invite some friends to like, drink coffee and eat cake, so I don't think it'll be much partying over there. But can we have a night out? Hang at the regular spot?"

"So you were serious when you said you didn't want to have a big party this year?"

"Seriously, yes. Photographers would come and the magazines would write a lot of stuff about us and…" I whined.

"Okay, okay!" Tilly laughed and patted my arm. "But sure, we'll fix some booze and it'll all be a-okay."

"I'm home alone this weekend." Robin Snyder said. She was another cheerleader with short, dark brown hair. She and I had been best friends since we were little and she was still new on the street. "You'll get a drunkening for free because it's your birthday."

We called it drunkening because it was a mix between "being drunk" and "happening". And it also meant that you got so drunk, you didn't remember a thing the day after.

I smiled at her while taking a smoke from my freshly lit cig. "Good, drunkening in the park tonight and party at Robin's this weekend!"

Blossom
"Happy birthday!"

Dainton was wearing his white jeans today, complimented by his white shirt with a black Japanese dragon on the back. He had on his red Converse with lime green shoe laces and I noticed he had bought new glasses – Calvin Klein, black. His pale blue eyes shined at me through the lens. His hair was, as usual, dark blonde and stood up on his head in a modern 'do.

"Thank you," I said with a smile.

Dainton kissed me on the cheek while giving me a hug. At the same time, put his hand on my butt. He had never done that in public before!

"Dainton!" I exclaimed and put my hand on my butt where his hand had been. There was an envelope inside my pocket.

"Just a little something for your birthday…but it'll get better, that's not all." He said casually.

"You shouldn't have…" I had a big smile on my face and he gestured I should open the envelope.

Inside I found a folded postcard where he had written my name and drawn a picture. The art piece represented me on a stage together with an old man with shades. We were singing together into a microphone.

"You really suck at drawing!" I laughed and unfolded the postcard, which revealed two tickets of some sort. I read the text on them. "You really shouldn't have! How did you get…weren't they sold out?" I held in my hand two tickets for a concert with ME2 and just stared at him. "Tonight, I…I… Thank you!"

I hugged him as tight as I could without hurting him and kissed him until the school bell rang three minutes later.

"See you in the Assembly hall; I need to meet up with my class!" Dainton waved and trotted away.

I sat next to him and Becca in the Assembly hall twenty minutes later. I had a low-key discussion with Becca about the tickets I had gotten from Dainton while Principal Williams held a speech on the stage.

"What?" Becca wheezed. "I thought they were sold out!"

"They were." Dainton chuckled.

"Could you fix five more, for me and my friends? Or only one for me? I don't care!"

"I'm sorry, Becca." Said Dainton with a shrug. "I actually bought them right away at the release. I can't do anything."

Becca sighed hopelessly.

I couldn't see Brooke in the Assembly hall with us. I guess she was with her friends at the football arena, smoking. Like usual.

While the freshmen were called to the stage one by one, I dreamed of the concert I would attend this evening.

Bubbles
I really don't get it! All these weeks we knew ME2 were having a concert. We had searched and searched but all the tickets were already sold out. Now Betty had gotten one from her boyfriend as a birthday present!

At lunch break, I sat with my best friends.

Mathilda Turner: A Native American. She's a tall, slender girl with reddish brown skin and long, beautiful shiny black hair and high cheekbones.

Ginger Campbell: She's shorter and paler than me, with light brown, short hair. She had kind of "boyish" clothes and green eyes.

Jessica Ishihara: Part Japanese, she's a short girl with short and shiny, black hair and stylish clothes her parents chose for her.

And Henrietta Price: A pretty big girl with dyed black hair with pink ends, blue eyes, and black clothes.

We sat on a bench in the schoolyard and I was just going to tell them about the tickets when Jessica all of a sudden pulled out a wrapped package from her little black leather bag.

"Happy birthday!"

I took the gift and unwrapped it instantly. Inside it was a pretty, light blue notebook with a couple of glittery pens.

"It's a good thing your birthday is at the beginning of the school year," Jessica said.

"Thanks! But you didn't have to give me anything…" I started.

"This is from Mathilda and me!" Ginger cut me off and pulled out a smaller box from her bag. In the package, I found a wallet with dolphins on it – my favorite animal.

"It's so cute! Thanks, guys…" I sighed. Henrietta squirmed a little in her seat and looked down into her lap. "It's okay. I don't need anything from you."

"But…well, I…bought something anyway!" she laughed and pulled out the biggest box of the three from a plastic bag she had had by her feet under the table. "It's nothing special, really."

Henrietta's gift was a stuffed animal dog with a big nose and big shiny eyes. I looked at the dog for a second before I dramatically hugged it. "Thanks, all of you! I love the gifts, guys."

After that, I told them about the tickets and they got as disappointed as I did.

"What?" Jessica seemed to lose hope in a second. "Well, we are going to see the concert on TV tonight."

"TV-night at Becca's!" Ginger exclaimed.

"Alright, then," I said with approval.

"It's sad Professor won't let you sneak in there. I mean, it wouldn't be that hard for you." Said Ginger with a crooked smile.

"But as he says it's not honest. If I didn't pay then I shouldn't take. I just hate that the tickets were sold out so fast!" I said.

Mathilda gazed over at the skateboard ramp near the school parking before she turned to us again. "Did you hear that Linda broke up with Leo?" she whispered nonchalantly, like she had just thought of it.

"What?" that was Jessica's usual response to everything. "When?"

"Like, two weeks ago, but they apparently kept it a secret. It was Melissa that told me that Linda found another boyfriend."

"Now Leo is available for you, Ginger." Jessica winked at her.

"No, I don't know…" she gave me an unsure glance.

The month before we finished our sophomore year I told Ginger a big secret, a secret only she knew of and swore to never reveal even if her life depended on it. It was a secret about Leo, whom I've been crushing on since the start of our sophomore year when he first moved here. He had blonde hair, big blue eyes, and the most beautiful smile in the whole world. And we had almost everything in common!

But…he was also one of the Rowdyruff boys Mojo Jojo created as an enemy for Betty, Brooke and me when we were six years old. Though Leo wasn't a bad guy. He was super nice and wouldn't hurt a fly. It was his brothers, Luke and Liam, who's mean nowadays. Though, they couldn't destroy the city anymore like they did before, since their powers were removed and banned when they were inscribed as ordinary and honorable citizens.

Right after my sisters and I caught them for the last time Professor decided to give them a second chance. That second chance was to inject them with Antidote X – to remove their powers for good – and transfer them to live with a doctor and his wife in Fort Davis, Texas. The couple received them like they were their own sons.

Leo and his brothers started at the same High School as me and my sisters last year. At first, I was angry when Leo Berger was assigned to a project with me on the first day. My annoyance only grew when he talked funny to me, like he was some sort of cowboy. Since he didn't stop with his southern talking cowboy act I was forced to confront him.

"What is your problem? Why are you talking like that?" I asked him, annoyed.

"Like what?" he asked, surprised.

He was several inches taller than me and looked down at me like a big, friendly dog looks at a cocky little kitten that can't do any harm.

"Like you're some kind of cowboy. Do you think you're tough or something?"

I had never been this mean to anyone before, and I started to hate him even more for making me into this angry person.

"Oh…you don't know?"

"Don't know what?" I snapped. I was in no mood for games.

Leo combed his shoulder length hair back with his fingers and put his other hand in his front pocket. "I'm only a school kid during the day. At night, I'm the protector of horse and cattle, ma'am." He said in a heavy southern accent.

Even though I knew he was making fun of me I couldn't help but giggle a little.

"Nah, I grew up in Fort Davis, Texas, with my brothers. I didn't notice I had an accent. Sorry for annoying you, Bubbles."

"My name's Becca."

"Yeah, right… Sorry, Becca."

I felt stupid for scolding him because of his accent. After that, we talked more normally to each other. One thing led to another and we started to accept each other. Or I accepted him and started to really like him. At the beginning, we hated all three of them, but when I discovered how kind Leo was and what type of classes he took; the same classes as I did and still do (Marine Trainees and Science C.), we became friends and I started to get feelings for him.

Last year, I expected him to ask me to be his prom date. It was starting to feel like he was feeling the same for me as I did for him…but he went with Linda instead.

One day, when Mathilda, Jessica, and Henrietta tried to make me admit that I was in love with Leo, Ginger stepped forward like a knight in shining armor and said that it was her who liked him and not me. She saved me from having my sisters figuring out I liked him, a Rowdyruff.

Ginger cleared her throat and glanced at three guys who were walking past us (without seeing us) to the school building. It was Leo and two of his friends. "No," she said. "He dated Linda for four months. I don't think he'll get over her that easily."

Professor
The girls should be home any minute. It was two o'clock and Blossom said they would've finished their first day at this time. It only took them a second to fly home, while it takes thirty minutes for the bus that they would've taken if they hadn't been Townsville's, and all of America's, heroines with super powers.

Just as I took the cake out from the oven, I heard voices outside on the driveway. When the door opened, the voices got louder and faster.

"…you know I didn't mean it that way! What's wrong with you?"

"Becca…"

A door on the second floor slammed and Blossom and Buttercup entered the kitchen.

"But…Brooke, why is Becca upset?"

"She is just sensitive, that's all."

"But what you told her in school wasn't nice!" Blossom sat down on a chair and pulled out a couple of books from her bag. "You should apologize."

"You weren't even there!"

"What did you tell her?" I asked with a serious glance at Buttercup, who stood by the kitchen entrance.

"Nothing, I said! When will Mayor and Ms. Bellum arrive?"

"Whatever you said that made her this upset, you should apologize for. Mayor and Ms. Bellum will arrive soon. Betty, would you be a dear and help me with the glaze? I need to put some stuff away in the living room." I started walking towards the door when I turned around. "Uhm, I just want it to say…well, you know, 'happy birthday, girls'."

Buttercup
"Well? Are you going to apologize to her?" Beatrice had just written on the cake with pink, green and blue glaze when we heard knocking on the door. "She is your sister. You shouldn't say stuff like that to her."

I didn't want to fight anymore so I just said, "Fine, I'll do it …" But when I opened the door to Becca's bedroom, a pillow flew out and hit my face. "What the…?!"

"Go away! You're not welcome in here!"

"Stop being such a baby. Mayor and Ms. Bellum just arrived, and in half an hour our friends will be here, too. Are you going to sit up here and mope all night?"

"Yes!" she had dug her face into another pillow on her bed.

"Hey…" I sat down by her feet. "I wanted to say sorry. You know how I am, right? I say mean things without trying to be mean. You're my sister and I would never hurt you on purpose." Even though I hadn't said anything mean to her – in my opinion – I was more than eager to stop the fighting.

"Okay…"

"I'm sorry. Wanna go downstairs?"

Bubbles
I took a seat near the wall at the table in the kitchen. What Brooke had said to me was true, I admit, but she also knows how bad my self-esteem is. What she said in school, just before we flew home, was that she was far better looking and more popular than me, that she had more guys than I.

It all started with her asking me if I like any boy at school and I answered no. Then she just said it, blurted it out. It may have been true but I didn't want it thrown in my face like that. She didn't have to mention it.

Or… Maybe she didn't say it like that with those words, but… We both know what she meant. Or maybe it's just was me over exaggerating because I just had found out that Leo now was single and I couldn't do anything about it because I'm a chicken.

Okay, this is what happened:

When school was over for the day Brooke found me by my locker. "There you are, hiding." She said with a wide smile. "Is it a guy?"

"I'm not hiding." I hastily answered. "Let's go home."

She looked around at the people near the lockers – most of the students had already gone to the bus or parking lot to go back home. "What's his name?" she teased and turned to face me.

"There's no one! I mean nothing…"

"So there is a guy?"

"Cut it out!"

"Come on! All you have to do is talk to him. I promise he won't bite you, whoever he is."

"So you're suggesting I don't know how to talk to boys? Because you have almost every guy at school?"

She stared at me, hurt. "Ouch. Thanks…I guess."

"Enough! I don't wanna stand here and yap with you!" I flew away with Brooke and Betty right behind me while I shouted that Brooke was insensitive.

I guess it was just me being hypersensitive…

"I should apologize." I said to Brooke who sat at the table with me and Betty. "I overreacted."

"It's okay." She said and winked at me.

Mathilda, Ginger, Jessica, and Henrietta's arrival made me much happier. We were going to have a super cozy evening at my room, eat popcorn, drink tea, and watch ME2's concert live on TV.

There were a few people in the backyard that afternoon eating cake, drinking coffee, and lemonade, all laughing. There were my sisters (including me), Professor, Mayor, Ms. Bellum, my friends, Betty's boyfriend Dainton, her friend Mindy, and Brooke's friends Robin and Tilly. In total, we were fourteen people sharing a big birthday cake.

"Happy birthday, girls. Townsville's and all of America's heroines!" Mayor said when the cake plate was empty and raised his glass of lemonade. "Cheers!"

The rest of us raised our glasses and cups and cheered with Mayor.

Betty waited for Mayor, Ms. Bellum, Brooke and her friends to go before she asked Professor if it was okay that she went to the concert with Dainton. At first, he hesitated and wanted to talk to her in private. But that private session was over quickly since he realized that nothing would ever happen to Betty cause, you know, super powers?

Six hours later, my best friends and I, laid on my bed, with our eyes locked on the TV while grabbing big fists of popcorn.

"This is going to be awesome!" said Mathilda.

"But it would be more awesome if we were at the concert…" Ginger grunted with her mouth full of popcorn.

During intermission of the concert, a cell phone rang. My cell phone. The guys hadn't noticed it yet so I stood up and went to my desk where it was charging. My heart almost stopped when I saw who was calling.

"Who is it?" Henrietta asked.

"Leo… I'm just gonna take this."

"Now he's coming crawling back! Didn't I tell you that, Becca? You're like peas and carrots; he can't be away from his best girl-friend if his life depended on it!" Mathilda said happily. Well, he could have called two weeks ago, then…

"Tell Mr. Cowboy we said howdy!" Ginger said with a wink.

"Cowboy?" I raised one brow. Never heard that one before.

"Yeah, that's so sexy!" Mathilda said with a wide smile. "But hurry up and answer, you don't want him to wait, right?" she lowered her voice. "And add a good word for Ginger, eh?"

Everyone, except for me and Ginger, giggled as I left my room and went into Brooke's room. She wouldn't mind seeing as she wasn't home.

"Yeah, hello?"

"Hi, Becca. It's Leo." His Texas accent was sexy, I thought with a sigh.

"Hi."

"Well, I just wanted to say happy birthday. I didn't see you anywhere at school today, are you ill or anything?"

Actually, I made sure he wouldn't see me in school. Every time I saw him I hid. It helped that we didn't have any classes together today. I didn't really know why I hid. We had been best friends for almost a year…until…

"Thanks! No, I don't know why we didn't see each other." I fibbed and felt heat go through my body. I always grew nervous when I talked to him. My stomach was in butterflies. "I'm not sick."

"Okay, that's good. Soo… What's up? I was thinking maybe you wanted to hang out, or something? If you're not doing anything already, I mean… I guess you already are. It's your birthday, after all, and you're not sick…" he talked fast, as if he was nervous.

"I'm watching ME2's concert with the guys," I said, decided to play dumb. "Aren't you going to hang out with Linda, anyways? You're always with her and she doesn't like it when you're hanging out with me."

We didn't see each other, Leo and I, the entire summer break, for the most part, because Linda didn't want us to. Only in a few public places like The Skate House and the park could we see each other. One time, almost two months ago, it had even gone so far that when Leo saw me in the bowling alley, he had turned right back around and almost started sprinting. I ran after him and asked him what was going on. That's when he told me. Linda had forbidden him to see me. It had been our biggest fight ever and after that, we stopped talking to each other.

My friends had told me that that was how life was. Boys sometimes listened too much to what their girlfriends say. It was only Ginger who knew how I really felt about him and understood how devastated I actually was.

"It didn't really work out for the two of us," Leo said and my heart skipped a beat. "We actually broke up two weeks ago. Maybe I should've said something. I mean, you're like, my best girl-bro…"

"Thanks, you're like…my best guy-bro."

Leo was quiet for a bit. "I owe you an apology for what happened between us."

"It's already forgotten. But I feel sad about you and Linda."

"Yeah…sure. Well then, I know that you're doing stuff. I'm watching the concert, too, but…by myself." He chuckled. "With that being said, see ya."

"Wait, wait! You can come over and watch the concert with us…if you want to?"

Hello again! This was the first chapter from the first out of three books with my version of the Powerpuff girls. As you may have already figured out, these chapters are looong. They're between 5000 and 8000 words long and there are 18 chapters in this novel.
It took me about two days to translate this and spellcheck it, but I think there's still bad grammar here and there.
All I need to know now is: do you want more of this story? I'm asking cause it took a long time for me to translate, and a comment (even one) would really make my day and keep me motivated

Please leave a comment and thank you for reading! I will answer every comment I get in the beginning of the next chapter.