A/N: I'm not gonna lie—this chapter was so hard to write! I really wanted to skip the beginning and get right to the action and fun, but sadly, one must be patient with these things! Anyways, does everybody know how you can edit the chapters while on FanFiction? And ya know how I have to type these on my iPod (except for Chapters 2, 3, and this one)? Well, for the next chapter or so, I'm going to try a little something. I'm going to load a Word document onto FanFiction from my laptop, so that when I can't grab a hold of the laptop, I can still work on it! Genius? Absolutely!

Let's get it on!

Disclaimer: DO. NOT. OWN IT.

After I'd convinced my sisters in letting me wear what I wanted, they somehow forced me into the bathroom, curling and styling my hair before I could protest. They fought over what color eye shadow to force me to wear (they chose silver) and if I should wear my hair (they chose down). When we came downstairs, Professor snapped pictures of all three of us, telling us how beautiful we looked.

Blossom was standing in the center, wearing a pink strapless dress with three layers of ruffles on the skirt. She was wearing black heels with black stud earrings and a necklace, and her hair was up in a simple bun. Bubbles was to the right of Blossom, wearing a short, flowing blue halter dress with silver sparkles on the straps and her hair up in a swirling bun. Along with silver dangling earrings, and three silver bracelets on her right arm. I was wearing the dress I'd decided on earlier, with black fingerless gloves and Converse, although my sisters didn't approve. My shoulder-length hair was now curly, and I was wearing the black earrings and necklace set that my sisters gave me.

"You girls look wonderful tonight," the Professor said, smiling at us. Blossom and Bubbles both smiled while I just rolled my eyes. I hated it when he acted all fatherly like this—it was so lame.

We all strolled through our decorated house and into the backyard, where floods of people were already starting to arrive. It seemed like the entire City of Townsville was here! We waved hello to our friends and neighbors as they came into the backyard from the gate and watched as they started to mingle and dance and eat.

"Boomie!" (A/N: Hahaha, I hate that nickname so much! But it is very Bubbles.) Bubbles cried as she ran towards him and embraced him in a hug.

He picked her up and spun her around. "Happy birthday, baby!"

Blossom gave Brick a quick peck on the lips and a hug while Buttercup and Butch pretended to gag behind them. They both hated annoying couples (A/N: Almost as much as FantasticT hates the nickname "Boomie".).

The night went on perfectly as planned, with everyone singing along to songs, dancing, and having a great time. I completely lost track of time, with all the food I'd eaten and all the dancing I'd been doing.

At one point, I found myself standing near the snack table with my sisters, Boomer, Butch, and Brick.

"This is kind of sad," Bubbles said, taking a sip of her fruit punch and looking around at the party before her. "It's been so long since we were all five and destroying the whole city with our fights, I barely remember it!"

"I definitely remember kicking all of your sorry a_," I laughed at the Ruffs.

"Language," Blossom warned.

"Whatever," I scoffed.

"No way," Butch said, raising an eyebrow. "Babying us and kissing us on the cheek doesn't even count. That's not real a_-kicking."

"Besides," Brick added. "We're immune to all that now. So how'd you beat us?"

"With brains," Blossom retorted.

"With brawn," I corrected her.

Bubbles and Boomer gave each other knowing looks. They could tell that a challenge was about to start.

"Please, BC, you have just about as much brawn as Mojo," Butch teased, grabbing a handful of chips and stuffing them into his mouth.

I looked at Butch and furrowed her brow. "Is that supposed to be a challenge?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't."

Blossom sighed and rolled her eyes, turning to Brick. "Here we go again." By then a crowd had gathered and was waiting to see what happened between the two green-eyed teens.

"Let's make it one then. Race me to the edge of Townsville and back, on foot. No flying."

"Really, Buttercup? In a dress?" Blossom inquired, eyeing my outfit.

"H_ yeah, in a dress!" I bellowed at her. "Butch, are we gonna do this or what?"

"Bring it on!" Butch said, getting in my face. I stuck my tongue out at him. I hate it when people think that they're better than me.

"Bubbles! Come ref!" I snapped at her, slamming the gate open and walking into the front yard with Butch trailing behind me. Our siblings followed us, along with the rest of the party guests.

"You couldn't even beat me to the starting line, how do ya plan on beating me to the edge of town?" I taunted Butch, pushing his arm.

"I plan on beating you easily, that's how."

Bubbles made her way through the crowd so that she could stand in front of us. "Even though, I hate it when you guys fight…" Bubbles said, putting her arms out, "On your mark…"

I looked at Butch who was already smirking.

"Get set…"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Boomer and Butch cheering Butch on and Blossom nodding her head and rolling her eyes. I looked at the crowd around me and knew I couldn't lose for the sake of my reputation.

"GO!"

In two bursts of blinding green light Butch and I exploded into lightning fast sprints, and were already halfway across Townsville in the first five seconds. We were neck and neck, and I kept facing forwards even when Butch spoke:

"Tired yet?" he asked, continuing to look straight ahead.

'There goes 4th Avenue,' I thought, zooming past the street sign. I laughed at Butch. "Not even close."

We ran down the interstate, and I could see the You Are Now Leaving the City of Townsville sign approaching. In one sharp motion, I spun on my heel and turned around, heading for home, putting myself in the lead. Butch was right on my heels, but I was not going to let him win, best friend or not!

We whizzed past Pokey Oaks, past Townsville High, and across the sandy beaches. We raced through the park, past the statue of Mayor, past the grocery store, and around Town Hall. I could see the streets of the suburbs coming up fast, but I could feel Butch gaining on me. By the time I could see our street coming up in front of me, he was racing along right next to me. I could hear people yelling "Here

About three houses away, me in the lead by a nose, Butch stuck out his leg and tripped me, causing me to fall forward. "Hey!" I roared. But he was not getting away that easily. Just as I fell over, I grabbed onto his waist and took him down with me.

The fact that he was still running sent us both flying and rolling across the concrete, giving both of us scrapes and cuts, ripping my dress, and messing up our hair completely. We rolled down the street and landed in the grass in the front yard, him sitting on my stomach and smiling. "I win," he said simply.

I think that was the moment when something changed in me.

I hadn't heard what he'd said. I was staring into the forest green eyes above me, and the jet black hair that covered them almost completely. I was mesmerized by the familiar sly smile that he wore on his face, and the way that the sun lowering in the sky made him glow.

That was the moment when I knew I loved Butch.

After five seconds, I finally snapped back into attention and realized that I'd been staring. I looked away and could feel my cheeks burning. I was just now noticing the large group of onlookers.

I became conscious of what he'd said. "In your dreams!" I yelled quickly, pushing him off of me before anyone could notice how red my cheeks were. He flipped over and landed right next to me on the grass.

Our siblings all came and stood over us on the grass, and helped to lift both of us up. "Who do you think won?" Butch asked them, running his fingers through his hair.

"Obviously Buttercup," Blossom said. "At least she was about to before you tripped her and ruined her dress!" She frowned and walked off, Brick following behind her and trying to apologize for Butch's idiocy.

"I don't care, as long as I don't have to referee again," Bubbles shrugged and walked off hand and hand with Boomer.

Throngs of people started heading off back into the backyard to continue the party, leaving me and Butch in the front yard by ourselves. I prayed that he hadn't seen me blush.

"Good race, BC," he said, smiling and reaching out his hand.

"Thanks," I said quietly, reaching out to shake his hand. When our palms touched, I could feel my pale cheeks turn bright red, so I looked down trying to avoid his gaze.

Just as Butch was turning to go back to the backyard, I looked up.

And noticed the red tint to his cheeks.