A/N: Annnnnnd we're back. _

Disclaimer: I still don't own it.

Blossom and Bubbles began to go through every piece of clothing I owned, while I watched from my perch on my bed, eating a giant bag of potato chips. Butch had gone about an hour ago, after he realized that he'd forgotten about our gifts (five hours before the party, I should mention), so now I was bored out of my mind.

"What are we trying to accomplish again?" I wondered aloud, getting hit by concert T-shirts that Blossom had thrown over her shoulder.

"We all have to look amazing tonight," Bubbles squealed with excitement. "After all, it is our sweet sixteen. Now, I'll be right back!" She spun on her heel and scurried out of the room, leaving Blossom on the floor to sort through the rest of the unorganized clothes by herself.

"Unfortunately," Blossom said, lifting a ripped up T-shirt out of a pile of dirty clothes on the ground and lifted an eyebrow at it, "there's nothing too amazing in here in general." She sniffed the T-shirt and pretended to gag, tossing the shirt onto the ground behind her.

Before I could protest, Bubbles stumbled back into the room carrying an enormous heap of dresses in her arms. "How about this," Bubbles suggested, placing the heap in the center of Buttercup's queen sized bed. "These are all dresses from Blossom and I's closets. Why don't you go through all of these and choose one? I bet there's something in there that you'll like…" Bubbles' voice faded off, looking at Blossom with doubt.

I stared at the mound of fabric in disgust. All I could see was blue and pink and blue and pink, one on top of each other. I shot a glare at both of my sisters, feeling annoyed and crossed my arms. "There is absolutely nothing in here I would ever wear."

Blossom looked at me with angry eyes and stood up. "You haven't even looked through the pile yet!" she yelled at me, motioning towards the dresses and frowning.

I stood up to face Blossom. "I don't care! I can just tell there's nothing there!" I said firmly.

Bubbles quickly zipped over to the bed and scooped up the dresses in her arms. She tried to coax me into trying them on. "Here, Buttercup, why don't you just look at a few?"

"No." I said, still facing off with Blossom.

"Buttercup, try on a dress." Blossom said plainly, using her "leader" voice.

Well, it was not going to work on me this time. "I said, no."

"Buttercup."

"No, Blossom!"

I guess that's where Blossom drew the line, because before I knew it, we were yelling at each other angrily. "You know what Buttercup? You think you're all tough and cool just cause you don't wear anything cute—"

"Oh, shut up, Blossom! Just cause you don't think my clothes are 'cute' or 'stylish' doesn't mean anything—"

"That's because they're not! Why don't you just PUT ON A DRESS!"

"NO!"

"Girls, I don't want you two to fight on our birthday…" Bubbles clutched the pile of dresses innocently in her arms while Blossom and I continued to yell.

"SHUT UP, BUBBLES!" we both screamed at the same time. Bubbles pouted and looked at us, hurt.

Blossom grabbed the dresses out of Bubbles hands and shoved them at me. "PUT ON A DRESS!"

"Cut it out, Blossom!" I said menacingly, shoving them back towards her. I could tell that Bubbles knew that we were about to explode—it was completely silent in the room, other than the sound of her whimpering. Like the quiet before a storm.

Blossom and I were almost nose to nose, both giving each other the evilest of stare we could manage.

"TRY. THEM. ON!" Blossom screamed, pushing me over and throwing the dresses on top of me. I burst out of the pile, scorching the floor and a few of the dresses I'd been buried under. I zoomed at light speed towards Blossom and crashed into her shoulder, sending her flying into the wall.

She pulled herself out of the gaping hole in the wall and grabbed some dresses off of the floor. Sparkly blue, bright pink, black and blue, pink and white, dresses of all colors flew towards me at lightning fast speeds, but I managed to avoid them all.

Well, technically, I more or less destroyed them with my eye beams.

"Is that all you got?" I challenged Blossom, daring her to throw more. She gave me another death glare before shooting off towards me and tackling me to the ground, shoving dresses into my face and screaming. Bubbles dove into the action, trying to split us apart. (A/N: Cat fight!)

"You guys," she squeaked, all three of us kicking and rolling across the floor. Blossom and I ignored her and continued to try and get our way.

"You guys…STOP!" Bubbles shrieked, making the room go silent again. Blossom kicked me off of her and I landed on the ground. I groaned from exhaustion and breathed in and out to catch my breath. Suddenly something caught my attention from out of the corner of my eye.

I slowly sat up, running my fingers through my hair. I pushed myself up off of the ground and slowly walked over to my mini fridge.

"What are you doing?" Blossom asked me, sitting up and leaning against my bed.

I fingered the black and green dress, rubbing the fabric between my fingers and smiling. The top was a green V-neck, with a black cami underneath. There was a large bow in the middle back, and the skirt was green with both small and large black polka dots on it, and reached to just above my knees.

"It's perfect."

Blossom and Bubbles came and looked over my shoulder at the dress.

"Ooh! It is!" Bubbles said. She and Blossom jumped up and down.

But they weren't getting me in a dress that easily. "But, I'll only wear it on one condition."

They looked at me with bright blue and pink eyes and stopped jumping. I smiled mischievously. "Black converse and fingerless gloves."