A/N: I'm back with Chapter Two, since you all so obviously loved Chapter One. *giggle* Again, I want to thank Demi Lovato for the inspiration. And about there being so much in Buttercup's point of view, the whole point is that she, the strongest and toughest Powerpuff Girl, is having the hardest time. I think it speaks to people.

And about any typing errors, sometimes I can't type. Just bear with me.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

Here we go!

Blossom POV

"Blossom!" a girl with short brown hair and freckles called at lunch. "Blossom! Come sit over here!"

I hurried over to her. "Mary Ann!" I hugged her. "It is so good to see you! How was your summer?" I sat down at the seat she was gesturing to.

"Oh, nothing special," Mary Ann said, fiddling with the hem of her cream-colored blouse. She grinned mischievously. "Although....I did meet a very cute guy."

My face fell a little at the word "guy." I tried to act interested. "Oh?"

"Yeah," Mary Ann gushed. "He's working part-time at the bowling alley on Main Street and....Oh." She took in my dismal expression. "I'm sorry, Bloss. I thought that, you know...."

"It's okay," I assured her. The embers of pain glowed in my chest and sparks shot out, burning me. I swallowed hard. "Go on. I want to hear everything." In truth, I didn't. I didn't want to hear a word of it. But I sat there anyway, nodding where I needed to, saying "oh" where it was appropriate; the usual.

Finally, she was done and I looked around. "Wonder where Bubs and BC are?" I mused. I couldn't see them anywhere.

"I'm sure they're fine, Blossom," Mary Ann said. "Anyway, now was your summer?" That was what I loved about her. She lived in her own little bubble of happiness and optimism. She didn't know the stress and pain of the real world. It was kind of refreshing, in a way. When I was with her, I got to live like that too.

I grinned and started talking.

Bubbles POV

"BUBBLES!" A girl with straight brown hair tied in a ponytail waved her arms about frantically. I hurried over to her and hugged her. She had been my best friend since freshman year.

"Hey, Beth!" I said. I sat down in the chair next to her. I looked around. "Where's Kate?"

"Right here!" Another girl sat down on my other side.

Something seemed different about her, but I couldn't quite place it. Finally, I had it. "Kate!" I exclaimed. "You cut your hair!"

Kate patted her sandy-blond, shoulder-length hair proudly. "Yes, I did," she smiled. "You like it?"

"Yeah," I said. "It looks fantastic." I glanced around. "Where are Blossom and Buttercup?" I couldn't see my sisters anywhere in the big lunchroom and that worried me.

"I'm sure they're fine," Beth said. She started talking about something random and I had no choice but to listen.

Buttercup POV

I sat down at the small, empty table. I took out my pencil and paper and began doodling some abstract shapes and contours.

"Hi," a voice said. I looked up to see a girl standing there. She was holding a blue lunch tray. She wore a brown button-up shirt and denim shorts. She was very slender and short, though not as short as me. Her skin was a mocha color and her black hair was plaited in a neat braid down her back. She also had black-rimmed glasses. "I'm Allie. Can I sit next to you?"

I nodded. "Sure, whatever."

Allie took the seat next to me. "What's your name?"

"Buttercup." I paused. "Wait....You mean you don't know who I am? I thought my sisters and I were pretty much world-famous."

"Really?" Allie said. She took a bite out of her hamburger. "What do you and your sisters do?"

I debated whether or not to tell her. I decided it couldn't hurt. "We're crime fighters. You know, like Superman and Wonderwoman. Stuff like that."

"Really?" Allie asked again. "Oh, yeah. I think I've read about you guys in the paper. The Powerpuff Girls, right?" I nodded once again. "That's awesome!" There was an awkward silence. Then she said, "What grade are you in?"

"I'm a junior."

"So you're sixteen?"

"Technically."

Allie looked me up and down skeptically. "No offense or anything, but you don't look sixteen. You look thirteen or something." She flushed, as if she was ashamed that she was so honest.

"I get that a lot," I replied blandly.

"Oh." Yet another moment of silence, with the only exception being the scratching noise of my pencil against the paper. Allie finally spoke up. "Aren't you going to eat something?"

I shook my head. "Why?"

Allie's brown eyes flickered to and fro. "It's just that...well...."

"I look anorexic?" I finished. Allie flinched, like she expected me to hit her. "It's okay. I get that one a lot, too."

Allie frowned. She took a sip of water. "What happened?" When I didn't say anything, she inquired, "Was it...was it a boyfriend?"

The word was like kerosene in my chest, igniting the flames that had been dormant for the whole school day until now. I nodded shakily. "Yeah. Something like that." The words were choked and hoarse. I grabbed my Dasani water bottle from my bag and drank some of it.

Allie eyed me carefully. "What'd he do?" She seemed concerned.

"He didn't really do anything," I confessed. "He, uh....He left me one day, about two years ago. Didn't tell me why, just said he was in trouble and had to leave to save his own life. He made it seem like he didn't care for me anymore." Addressing the issue suddenly made me hungry, and my stomach growled. Allie handed me her French fries. "Thanks." I began wolfing them down.

"But if it was just a crush, you should have gotten over it by now," Allie stated matter-of-factly. I gave her a confused look--one of the few expressions I'd managed recently. "Oh." She seemed a little embarrassed. "It wasn't just a crush."

"No, it wasn't," I admitted. "Not at all." Strangely, a little of the pain was lifted from me. Maybe confiding in this new friend would help me.

And there's another chapter. My confidence is still wavering, so I need lots of reviews! So please review!