Bubbles: *frown at last chapter* Am I really that slow?

Butch, Buttercup, and Brick: Yes.

*Whimpers* Bubbles: Really?

Boomer: Don't worry, baby. I'm the same way. I was discriminated all of my childhood for it.

Brick: Wonderful, now it's a sappy fucking love-fest. Great…

*smacks Brick's arm* Blossom: Brick, you're such a pessimistic, arrogant jerk.

Brick: And you're a smarmy, narcissistic, pain in the ass, bitch.

Buttercup: Shit, there they go. You really predicted this with that fight in the last chapter, megmeg999.

*Brick and Blossom argue in background* Butch: Maybe we should do the disclaimer before they start cursing. It usually doesn't end well if she actually starts cursing…

Bubbles, Boomer, and Buttercup: Agreed!

Bubbles: I am actually looking forward to this chapter!

-_- I don't know if I should be flattered or hurt that you weren't looking forward to the previous ones. But anyway, I DON'T OWN THE POWERPUFFS OR ROWDYRUFFS… Oh! Special thanks to:

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Blossom's POV:

Robin followed me out to the softball field after practice the following day. I was thrilled to have avoided all contact with Brick that day, especially after yesterday's little…dispute.

Robin laughed as we strolled back to the school building. "Dispute? More like World War III according to what Bubbles told me."

Mentally rolling my eyes, I waved my hand dismissively, shrugging. "Okay, it was a little louder than a dispute. But still, it's not like it is going to change anything. So we ignore each other all year. We've done it for years. I think we can be a little more civil now that we have all that off our chests."

"What did you get off your chest exactly? All you did was call each other names," Robin remarked, raising an eyebrow at me. "Call me stupid, but I don't believe that is an example of getting things 'off your chest'. But hey, what do I know?"

I ignored that and opened the door of the main building, nearly running smack into Brick's chest. "Watch where the fuck-." He stopped short when he caught sight of who exactly he had run into. "Fuck. My day was actually going good 'til now. Can't you fucking walk, Pinky?"

"Yeah, that's civil," Robin muttered under her breath.

Ignoring her, I fixed a glare on Brick's face. "I could say the same to you, Brick." I wasn't in the mood to quarrel with him, having had a fairly decent day myself. "Excuse us, but we're late for the Debate Team meeting."

Robin and I slid past him and started for the room our meeting was held at, trying to ignore his cackling.

"Wow, 'debate team'?" he remarked, his voice infuriatingly sardonic. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you're a big nerd like that. Or the fact you'd join something just to argue. You are good at that."

Moving her head a bit, Robin considered me as we walked. "I do believe that was meant to be an insult, Blossom."

I nodded. "I do believe your right, Robin. I would be hurt by that, had it not been for the fact Brick probably doesn't even know how to spell argue."

Abruptly, his cackling stopped and footsteps were heard moving towards us. Brick walked beside us, glaring at me as we talked. "I'm in all of your classes, so I do believe that makes me just as smart as you. But then again, I'm smarter because I actually was able to put two and two together."

We stopped at the door of room 112. Robin quickly rushed in, not wanting to be caught in the middle should something break out between Brick and me. He stuck his head in the room, scanning the dozen kids there. I crossed my arms and snapped, "Is there something else you want, Brick?"

Meeting my eyes once more, a smirk started playing at the edge of his lips and a dark look entered his features. He had something up his sleeve and it angered me not knowing what that was. He leaned against the doorjamb and regarded me with an insufferably haughty look. That just angered me more. If he had something to say, why didn't he just say it already?

"Unfortunate looking bunch," he said coolly, features still holding dark amusement. "Looks like you could use some nicer views. I think I might just be interested in joining this little group of yours."

I couldn't hide my shock fast enough. My jaw dropped open, eyes becoming like saucers as I stared at the sarcastic grin stretching across his face. He hadn't seriously said that, had he? Why would he say that? I managed to squeak out, "But-But…you can't! This club is for serious debaters. You are not one. You just like picking fights with me."

"Well, now I can do that and kill some free time." He walked into the classroom, all eyes watching him as he sat in the desk closest to the door and propped his feet up on the seat next to him. He smirked as I watched in horror. "Please, don't mind me. Do proceed."

I forced my feet to move forward and tried to regain some sense of control. Robin met my eyes, hers huge with surprise and worry. Dexter sat in the front row, gazing at me with a lustful look. He didn't even seem to care about the boy sitting two seats from him, possibly concocting ideas in his head to obliterate us all. Watching Brick smirk at me from the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but get an ache in the pit of my stomach. He was purposely trying to piss me off now. God, this was gonna be a long year.

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"He did what?" Buttercup yelled as we walked into Harry's garage.

My teeth were gritted and I flexed my hands, trying to ignore the strong urge to strangle something. "He joined the freaking debate team just to piss me off!"

Her raven colored hair flew around her face as she shook her head rapidly, trying to make sense of my words. "Is he that big an asshole? Does he have a freaking death wish?"

Harry and Mike stared up from their instruments, looking both confused and nervous as we joined them. I honestly couldn't blame them for their nervousness. After all, I was a super powered being that could just as easily kill them as I could look at them.

"Who joined what now?" Mike asked, looking utterly dumbfounded.

"Brick joined debate team," Buttercup and I said in sync.

Glancing at each other a moment, Harry and Mike threw their heads back, cackling like maniacs. Harry nearly toppled over, his guitar swinging around his neck as he tried to hold himself up. Mike rested his head on his drum set, smacking it as he sucked air back in to his lungs. My nose scrunched in anger as I took in their hysterics. I did not find the whole situation funny.

Setting my hands on my hips, I glared at the two idiots. "I don't see what's so funny. This is serious. It's like he's legitimately trying to ruin my junior year. Which, by the way, he is succeeding at."

Buttercup crossed her arms. "Even Butch isn't that big a pain in the ass. I feel for you."

Bubbles strolled in, cordless microphone in her hand. Seeing the boys still trying to gain control of their laughing outburst, a bewildered look crossed her features. "What's wrong with them?" she asked, turning her attention to Buttercup and I.

"They're laughing their asses off about how Brick joined the debate team to piss off Blossom," Buttercup explained, shaking her head.

I could see the smile Bubbles was so desperately trying to hide. A small snicker escaped her lips. "Ah, honey. I'm sorry. Want BC and I to kick his butt into next Thursday for you? Oh, sorry. That's you two's next debate team meeting."

Mike and Harry's laughter grew and both started gasping for air. Even Buttercup was laughing hysterically now.

"Stop! Stop…I can't breathe!" Mike said between gasps.

I groaned and threw myself onto the beat up love seat in Harry's garage, sighing deeply. "You guys are not helping."

Bubbles giggled and sat beside me, resting her head on my arm as she hugged it. "Aw, Blossom, we love you. Don't worry. He will get bored fast. Don't let him ruin your club and school year. Just ignore him like you intended to do."

Robin walked in suddenly, looking up from her cell phone at the three laughing teens, now finally getting control over their breathing. "What did I miss?" she asked innocently.

"Don't ask!" I snapped, not wanting them to start on another round of laughter.

Bubbles stood up and readied herself for band practice. Mike had finally gotten control of himself, wiping away the tears from his eyes as he held his drum stick, ready to play. Harry, on the other hand, was still having trouble breathing, but he tried to hide his undying need to continue laughing like a hyena. It was good to see that I had such a nice support system in times of need. And yes, that was sarcasm.

Butch's POV:

I sat on the couch, flipping through the channels at a slow, steady pace. "Five thousand channels and not one fucking thing to watch. You've got to be shitting me."

Boomer looked up from the chess game he'd been playing alone, frowning at me. "There is, I'm sure. You're just too fucking picky to pick something."

Flipping him off without looking up at him, I refrained from making any snarky comments and continued surfing. Moments later, the door flung open, a smirking Brick walking in. Boomer and I both glanced up at him as he closed the door behind himself and set his keys on the table. For some reason, that smirk of his scared the shit out of me. Frowning, I asked him, "Where you been, man?"

"Yeah, Butch beat you home," Boomer chimed in, playing with one of the chess pieces, "and he don't get out of football practice until like six."

Brick continued smirking at Boomer before he answered. "I just found a way to entertain myself after school is all."

"You finally took that stick out of your ass and found someone who will let you use them to get laid regularly?" I ducked as he shot eyebeams at me, only to watch as the television shattered and sizzled. "Shit! Come on, man. That's just not right."

A snicker from my blonde brother only served to piss me off more. "Serves you fucking right, prick."

I threw a glare at Boomer. "Fuck you, man." Glancing back up at Brick, his smirk now replaced by a scowl, I said, "So what did you do really?"

Slowly his smirk returned. "I joined debate team."

Both Boomer's and my own jaws fell open in awe. I rubbed my ear, pretending to clean it. "I'm sorry, you did what now?"

Looking as confused as I was (or maybe more so, actually), Boomer said slowly, "Brick, you hate debate team. You said they're a bunch of ugly fucks that are too fucking nerdy for their own good. Now…your one of them?"

"I know I said that, Boomer," Brick said, crossing his arms, now smirking very darkly. "But Blossom is on this debate team."

As if we weren't shocked before, I actually slipped off the couch this time, nearly hitting my head on the corner of the coffee table. I quickly shot to my feet, sharing a glance with Boomer. "Uh, did I miss something here?"

"It's not what you fucking think," my redheaded brother snapped, his creepy as fuck smirk still on his face. "You should have seen how pissed she was. It made me feel like I just pulled the Picasso of asshole moves. It was so rewarding. Besides, it gives me a chance to study for weakness."

I stared at Boomer. His eyes were fixated on Brick, worry clouding his expression. "Wait, man. I thought we were doing this for actual school."

I nodded in agreement as I turned to stare at Brick again. "Yeah, Boom's right. We wanted normal school. Not 'Kill Powerpuff Girls 101'."

Brick crossed his arms, a dark glint in his eye. "You wanted to study. So fucking study the Girls. Find a weakness. If you find something Him can use, maybe he'll let you have another year out here. You could have a senior year too. That's when all the good shit goes down."

I rolled my eyes. "Since when do you care what will please Him? I thought you hated that sick fuck."

"You even called him 'a sick fuck'," Boomer added.

"I don't give a shit what Him wants," Brick snapped. "I just want him out of my fucking hair. Just like the Girls. I am so tired of them getting in my way."

Boomer met my eyes, a nervous look on his face. Saying nothing else, Brick turned and left the room in a single, graceful motion, nothing but that familiar red streak of light following his footsteps. Throwing myself on the couch once more, I sighed deeply. I could practically feel the anger that had radiated off Brick at the mention of the Powerpuff Girls.

There was a moment of silence, before Boomer asked cautiously, "Am I going soft or does Brick seem to hate Blossom and the Girls more than normal?"

I smirked up at Boomer, shrugging unsurely. "You're probably going soft." Staring at the remnants of my still smoking television, I sighed once more, murmuring to myself, "But I am starting to wonder the same thing myself."

Buttercup's POV:

Bubbles and I were walking down the sidewalk of the strip mall not too far from our house. It was shortly after seven now and no one was really around. Thank goodness.

Taking a small bite of her ice cream cone, she moaned as she swallowed. "Mmm, chocolaty goodness."

Taking a lick of my own cone, I fought back the small moan myself. "You sound like you're moaning in ecstasy or something. It's nasty."

"Well, this is the best ice cream in the world. Can you blame me?" she responded, sticking her tongue out at me.

Staring at the few small bites of vanilla and chocolate swirl left in my half a cone, I smiled. "No, I cant."

I hadn't been watching where I was going until I ran smack into someone's chest, nearly crushing my cone. Cursing darkly, I glared up at the person. Who I found only made me even angrier."Shit! Butch, watch where the fuck you're going."

"Whoa, talk about déjà vu," Boomer said, smiling a bit at Bubbles. I noticed her lips twitching as if she were on the brink of cracking a smile herself. An obvious inside joke.

"Same to you," Butch retorted. I was stunned to see no joke follow it. In all the years I'd known him, he usually had a stupid retort for my insults or cursing.

Bubbles quickly stepped in, knowing the habits of Butch and me. She knew it was a rarity, a very big rarity, that he didn't start something. "So! What are you two doing here? Where's number three?"

Boomer shrugged, though he glanced worriedly the way they came. "He's home, being, well, himself."

"You know, typical bitchy recluse," Butch added to Boomer's comment. "What about you're red? Where's she?"

"We don't know," Bubbles said, waving her ice cream cone a bit. "Something about a Student Government meeting. She's president so she's stuck there."

"Not like she hates it," I added. "Little Miss Goody-Goody is too perfect to not like being president of student government."

I got an elbow jab in the side from Bubbles. "Don't be snippy. Because she actually likes school doesn't make her a kiss ass."

"I didn't say 'kiss ass'. You did."

She glared. "You get my point."

Boomer and Butch watched as the two of us went back and forth. A smirk spread across Butch's face. I instantly took notice of it and leered at him. "What are you smiling at?"

Ignoring my question, he startled me by grabbing my wrist and taking my ice cream. "Thanks, Butterbabe." And he shoved the last two bites in his mouth.

I stared at my now empty hand in surprise and before glaring up at him. "Hey! That was mine, asshole!"

"Now it's ours," he said through a full mouth. After swallowing he moaned. "Damn, that's like a mouth orgasm. That shit was good."

"I know right?" Bubbles gushed.

Now it was my turn to elbow her. "What are we still doing here? We don't converse with the enemy."

"Ooh, a word with two syllables. I'm shocked Buttercup knows words with that many."

Snarling, I glared at my cocky counterpart. "Shut up, Butch. You're just as fucking stupid as I am. Maybe worse."

"Okay, be nice." Bubbles sighed deeply, shaking her head. "Do you always need to pick fights you two?"

"Yes," he and I said in sync.

"Ooh, eerie," Boomer joked, shuddering dramatically. "We should go. We have to go pick up a new TV."

"What happened to the one we saw you unload two nights ago?" she asked.

"Brick broke it," Butch and Boomer said in harmony.

Bubbles frowned. "I don't wanna know why. Knowing Brick, it has something to do with his hate for Blossom."

Boomer laughed. "She's smart."

Butch started laughing. "I see who has the brains of the family." Not responding to that verbally, I smacked the back of his head and he yelped. "Ow, shit that hurt."

"Serves you right," Boomer said. "We'll see you in school tomorrow."

Bubbles and I watched as the boys walked past us and into a store about three doors down. She licked her ice cream absentmindedly as I crossed my arms, a skeptical look on my face. "Did we just have a civil conversation with the Rowdyruffs?"

She shrugged. "I do believe so. World must be coming to an end."

"No doubt about that."

Butch's POV:

Brick and Boomer walked casually with me as school came to an end, all students heading out or to after school clubs of some kind. Boomer was smiling as he walked backwards in front of me. "I am so excited for this weekend. I've been here two days and already have three dates lined up." He sighed contently. "I love being the good-looking brother."

Brick and I exchanged look. "No, you're not," we said together.

He scoffed and waved us off. "Whatever you say. I still think I'm hot. I don't see either of you even close to getting babes."

"You don't see me in class," Brick retorted. "I have girls staring at me endlessly, to a point its almost disturbing. Too bad for them I'm not here to get laid or get a girlfriend."

"But I am," Boomer said in sync with me.

"Whatever. I'm going home. See you guys after practice." Then Brick strode off in the direction of the parking lot.

Boomer continued to talk beside me as we reached the football field. "This school is so much better than I thought. I don't even mind the Powerpuff Girls being here."

"I know exactly what you mean," I agreed.

A screech in the distance sent us both into silence. Moments later, Blossom shot out of the girls' locker room. Boomer and I stared in awe as we watched her take off into the sky. What put us in such shock was the way she'd been dressed.

"Am I going insane or was she just wearing a bra?" Boomer asked, his voice surprisingly husky and strangled.

I started laughing. "She was wearing just a bra. Oh fuck yeah, I gotta see this. Fuck practice." I took to the skies, Boomer right behind me, as we followed the dimming trail of pink where Blossom had once traveled.

It hadn't taken us long to catch up with her. She'd followed the sounds of screaming to about a mile from City Hall. There was a big purple smoke monster, about twelve stories high. It was nothing that we hadn't been seen before, seeing as Townsville attracted a wide assortment of crazies and monsters. Boomer and I quickly ducked into a nearby abandoned attorney's office, watching the show.

"This is gonna be good. She still don't know she's in nothing but a bra."

I nodded in agreement, watching Blossom, my tongue drowning in drool. Bubbles turned to Blossom as she approached, looking startled. "Blossom! Your shirt."

She stared down at the pink and black striped bra, shrieking in surprise and embarrassment. "Oh God," she said as she covered herself with her arms. "I was distracted, I didn't notice."

"Here," Bubbles said, passing her sister a Blue cashmere overthrow. "You need this."

"Yo!" Buttercup called. "You guys gonna assist me with this baddie or play dress up?"

As Blossom quickly slipped into the shirt and buttoned it, they both took off once more, assisting the complaining Buttercup. Both my eyes and Boomer's were locked on Blossom, just praying the monster would do something that would strip that little sweater off her.

"God, I hate Bubbles. She had to give her that sweater?" I grumbled, the image of Blossom shirtless still burned into my eyes.

Boomer just nodded silently, not really taking notice of the girls getting their asses handed to them by a smoke monster.

"This is not looking good for the girls. Should we help them?"

For the first time since we landed, I tore my eyes away from Blossom and stared disbelievingly at my "little" brother. "You going good on me, boy? Do you know what Brick would do if he heard you say that?"

"He'd strangle me without a second thought," he said matter-of-factly.

I nodded, turning to watch Buttercup take a hard hit and go flying about ten yards back, slamming right through a brick wall. Well, she was down. I tried not to cackle as I watched.

Boomer and I both winced. "Ooh, that looked like it hurt."

"Shit, that's gonna leave a mark," I added, feeling a grin form on my face.

"Buttercup!" Blue called in that shrilling little yelp she was good at. She watched Blossom be slapped to the ground, her contact creating an ear ringing bang. "Blossom!"

Boomer and I both jumped back at the sudden whoosh of wind that passed the window we were at as Buttercup made her appearance once more. "Shit, she looks super pissed."

I chuckled, watching her attempt to sucker punch the monster, but slip right through it. "Huh, she's persistent, I'll give her that."

I rested my chin on my forearms as I leaned on the windowsill, watching Buttercup growling in anger as she failed numerous times to subdue the monster. I had to admit, Buttercup was kinda cute when she was angry. Not drop dead sexy like Blossom was at all times, but still, I could see why she was such a coveted prize. She was nicely developed too, not quite like her sisters, but she definitely filled her clothes well. I even found myself staring as she fought.

I hadn't noticed Boomer glancing at me. "What are you watching so intently?"

My head snapped up, an innocent look on my face. "Nothing."

"You were checking out Buttercup, weren't you?"

"She's fucking hot, what do you expect?" And it's true; when you looked closely at her, she was fucking sexy as hell. Nice athlete's body with model's boobs and ass. Perfect combo for me. It's no wonder she's my counterpart.

I turned my attention back to the Girls. Buttercup was smacked away again, slamming into a building and collapsing to the floor. I felt my leg shaking anxiously. I wanted so bad to go out there and fight. But there was no point to it. They would figure out the best way to take this baddie down eventually.

"You look like you're ready to jump out the window," Boomer remarked, his voice light. "You wanna go out there?"

I did really want to. I need to get some exercise in, because football wasn't really a challenge. But Brick would kill us if he got wind of it. And that, no matter how much I didn't want to, had me staying put in the office. I moaned in restless agony. "I do, but if Brick finds out, we're dead."

"How the fuck are we supposed to kill it if it's smoke?" Buttercup yelled at her leader.

"I don't get it! If it's smoke, how is it able to hit us?" Blue added.

Blossom was silent, watching it as it tore at buildings like nothing. If I hadn't known any better, I would have suspected that I detected vulnerability in her expression. "I don't know."

I couldn't sit any longer. I flew right through the window, taking to the skies.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Boomer called.

The Girls gasped at the sight of us, hands glowing with energy balls. "Wait! Don't shoot! We're here to help," I said, hands up in surrender as I approached.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Buttercup demanded.

"We came to watch the show. But it looks like you three need some assistance. Might I make a suggestion?"

She glowered at my sarcastic tone, but looked to her leader for the answer. Blossom stared at me, her arms crossed over her chest. It was eerie how much she looked like Brick when she did that. I was even a little scared.

After a moment, she said slowly, "Let's hear what he has to say. It can't get any worse than the mess that's unraveled already."

Boomer and I exchanged a glance before I spoke. "Freeze it."

The three girls stared at me, unsure what I meant. Buttercup's energy balls lowered, mere sparks at her fingertips, and Boomer and I were able to relax a bit.

"What do you mean, Butch?" Blossom asked, a most delicious look of confusion on her face.

"Ah, I love the way you say my name Blossy-babe." Buttercup's fingers grew to energy balls once more and I quickly held up my hands. "Sorry, it was a joke! Jeeze."

"Butch, what the hell are you talking about? Get on with it or get away from here before we kill you two." The harsh tone Blossom has frightened me a bit.

"What my idiot brother is trying to say." I glared at Boomer as he took the reins of this conversation. "Is that you have ice breath, correct?" A nervous nod. "And this thing apparently can control the state of matter it's in. Hence how it's gas when you are in offensive, but solid when you are in defensive. It's how it manages to hit you. Freeze it when it's in a solid, offensive state."

The three girls exchanged a look and instantly took off, not so much as a thank you. I scoffed, falsely hurt. "Oh, you're welcome!"

Boomer sighed and crossed his arms patiently, watching the girls as they fought. Buttercup and Bubbles played the distraction, while Blossom stood behind it, ready to freeze. When it finally went into offensive mode, Blossom blew her ice breath at it, freezing it instantly. Buttercup and Blossom shot endless eye beams, shattering it to sugar sized crystals, bringing about an end to this battle. When it was over and the monster had been defeated, they returned to us, looking both hesitant and irritated. It was amazing how worn out and surprised they looked. It was a look I'd never seen from them.

"You're welcome," I said again, emphasizing the already heaving sarcasm.

All glared, though none said anything about it. "Why are you here?" Blossom asked.

"We saw you leaving the locker room and wanted to see what all the ruckus was about."

Her eyes went huge at my mentioning the locker room. "Y-You saw me leave the locker r-room?"

Boomer and I both smirked. "We saw a lot more than that."

Buttercup smacked my head. "Pervert."

"What! She's the one that flew out of the locker room in a bra. It's not our fault we happened to be there to see such sexiness."

Blossom's cheeks were a shade pinker and she was fighting a smile. "I don't know if I should kick them between the legs or be flattered."

"I prefer the latter," Boomer said on behalf of both of us. Bubbles smacked Boomer as well. And he winced. "Ow! Sorry."

Blossom held her shirt closed tightly as she crossed her arms. "Why did you help us?"

My finger instantly jabbed right to my brother. "He wanted to help. I was hoping to get some ass kicking in. I needed a workout. But you didn't let me do shit!"

"This was just a workout to you?" Buttercup snarled, practically foaming at the mouth. "This is gonna cost the city millions of dollars in fucking repairs. This was not a workout!"

"Buttercup, enough!" Blossom barked. "They helped us, that's all that matters. The city will cover the expenses as they always do." Her eyes shifted between Boomer and me, apprehensive. "Let's get back. Bubbles and I both have practice."

Buttercup glared at me as she took off. The ice in her eyes, the clear irritation she had for me, it triggered something in me. I found her quite hot. And I wanted to have her, if only to prove I'm amazing enough to get her to want me. Huh, never thought I'd think that…

Bubbles exchanged a look with me and Boomer, nodding goodbye before following suit with Buttercup. Blossom remained behind a moment, not looking too pleased, though not as hateful as Buttercup did. "Thank you," she muttered before taking off behind her sisters.

When they were out of sight, Boomer turned to me, smirking. "Well, that went well."

"Hey, they could have kicked our asses," I said nonchalantly, following the direction the Girls went. "But they didn't. And they even got to take down a baddie. I think that went splendidly."

He didn't see too convinced. "You didn't feel how hard that little blonde cheerleader hits." He rubbed where her hand had made contact. "I can still feel it."

"You're just a pussy."

"Am not!" he snapped.

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!" And we went back and forth the entire flight home.

When we got to the house, Brick was already there, sitting on the couch as he watched TV. "What happened to practice?" he asked me without looking up.

"Decided to skip today," I said, keeping my voice light as I eyed him. They hadn't shown the attack on the new yet had they? What am I talking about, of course they did, but had me and Boomer gotten on tape…? "Probably wasn't any to begin with. Big ugly ass baddie decided to attack so they probably ran for the hills."

He made no comment after that, letting Boomer and I go to our separate rooms. I couldn't seem to shake the image of a rattled Buttercup from my head. The thought of her even managed to subdue my mental images of a shirtless Blossom…okay, mostly. But I had a sudden interest develop that day. I was gonna get Butterbitch to stop hating me and like me. Just to prove to her she wasn't as tough a bitch as she wanted me to see.

I mentally replayed her reaction today as I lay on my bed. I could still feel her smack just as Boomer felt his. And that, for some reason, just seemed to turn me on.

"Oh yeah," I said aloud. "She wants me."