Author's note: If you're one of the people who reads my stuff a lot, you would probably realize that I'm updating this fanfic almost daily. And I still will, until summer vacay is over. When school starts again, I'm probably gonna update like weekly or every-two-weeks-ly. Anyways, that aside, I need to give an overdue shoutout to all my wonderful reviewers. I have 12 right now, and that makes me insanely happy. So here's a shoutout to: Zebras345, NightSlaughter1, kittycatwolf, MusicAngelTwins, taco, 9 and all the guests that didn't use a pseudonym. You are all fabulous people! I will give personal shoutouts in the next few chapters, but I can't keep doing this forever. Plus, if you're a guest and you put a review, make sure you name yourself something so I don't just call you 'guest'. Anyways, here's the chap, read n' review!

Disclaimer: Still don't own the Powerpuff girls. Don't sue me. Please.

Buttercup

Bubbles had greatly insulted the raven haired girl when she acted like her and Butch was a couple. The thought was insane. Buttercup didn't want to think of something so disgusting, but small thoughts flitted through her mind. The 'what if's' and 'how would it feel if's' raided her mind. She suddenly remembered her kiss with him. Biting on her lip angrily, she glared at the floor. It was her first kiss. She didn't want someone like Butch to take her first kiss. This annoyed her to no end. Buttercup really didn't like the fact that he was always playing games with her, but the she never minded the games themselves. And the fact that she didn't mind bothered her. She didn't like Butch, that was for sure, but she didn't mind being kissed by him. By the fact that he kissed her, yes, but not by the kiss itself. It sounds complicated but it made perfect sense in Buttercup's mind.

Sighing angrily, she jumped onto her bed, munching on crackers. She felt like she wanted break something. Or someone. Turning on the TV she watched a soccer game, but unlike her usual competitive self, she didn't feel too interested. Turning the TV off, she sighed, stuffing her face with more crackers. She suddenly felt an urge to see Butch. It was almost like she NEEDED to see him. Right away. She didn't know why she felt this way, but she guessed that it was so she could punch him and rip him to shreds for all the stress and confusion he gave her over the past week.

Getting off her bed, she got herself up and out the door, looking for Butch. When she found him, she found herself following her instincts and threw a punch towards his face. Butch dodged, confusion clouding over his face. She kept punching aimlessly at his face, but he dodged all of the attacks with ease, because of his fast reflexes and reactions. Buttercup was panting from throwing so many punches but she didn't stop. Panting heavily, she kept trying to punch him pointlessly. When he caught both of her fists in his hands, he leaned in closer to her to study the green Powerpuff.

"Why're you actin so aggressive today. What did I do?" Butch said, leaning very close to the black haired girl. His nose was already touching hers because of the close proximity.

That's when she did something nobody on earth thought she would do. She... kissed... Butch. Just a quick peck, but a kiss, nonetheless. Releasing his lips, she stumbled back a few steps, before she walked away normally, trying to hide her embarrassment and bewilderment of what she had done. She didn't know what on earth came over her. And it scared her.

"Don't think too much of it. Just acted on impulse." She said, coolly. It was true. It was on impulse. But Buttercup didn't know why she had these impulses. Butch chuckled.

"Never knew you felt that way, babe." he mumbled to himself. However, Buttercup had sharp ears. She picked up every word.

"Felt what way?" She screeched, turning around to face him again, eyes narrowed into little slits.

Butch threw his hands up in surrender.

"Chill it, babe. This guy means no harm." He said with a boyish grin.

"Say that before you steal my root beer, my pride, and my first kiss!" She spat out, without knowing what she said.

"Wait... I'm your first kiss?" He said raising his eyebrows in question. Buttercup's cheeks reddened at the question. He chuckled lightly.

"See you later, babe." He said, walking off. Buttercup never felt more confused or frustrated in her life. Why was she feeling this way? Why was it Butch that made her feel this way? She felt butterflies in her stomach every time he was near, and her face always heated up at his presence. She didn't like it.

So she drowned the butterflies in her anger.

Stomping away angrily, she went back to her room, eating her crackers once again

Why did I kiss him?

She didn't know.

Why do I feel so irritated by some flirt?

She didn't know.

Why is he the only person who can do this to me?

She didn't know.

Why do I feel like I actually like this guy?

She didn't know. Then she stopped her thoughts. Buttercup just realized what she had just asked herself.

Do I… Do I actually like the jerk? No, that's impossible.

Buttercup shook her head in annoyance.

Stupid teenage girl hormones.


Bubbles

Walking down the hard sidewalk, Bubbles strolled her way to her home. She was only a good two blocks away from her destination, and she didn't have much to do, so she took her time and enjoyed the amazing feel of the small winds and sunshine. Kneeling down, she looked at a little daisy in the ground, smiling at it. Bubbles felt like a little girl, childish and young, but she didn't mind. Younger minds can sometimes see the beauty of simple things, where some older people can't. Bubbles got up again, and continued her peaceful walk, when someone suddenly ran past her. The person was too fast to distinguish, but she saw a flash of blue and blonde. Bubbles only knew once person that ran that fast.

Boomer.

She realized it would only make sense if it was Boomer, seeing that he always wore blue, and had blonde hair. Picking up her pace, she ran after him, calling his name. Bubbles was fast as well, maybe not as fast as Boomer, but she was definitely very fast. She picked up her pace again, running into a fast sprint. It was exhausting, but she went at an incredible speed. Finally catching up to the boy, she talked as she ran beside him.

"Boomer! Slow down! Why are you running?" She said, loud enough for him to hear. Boomer turned and saw Bubbles, then immediately halted.

"Bubbles?" He asked, just noticing her. Bubbles realized that Boomer was sweating a teeny bit, but wasn't out of breath. Bubbles was panting a little, but didn't sweat too much. She glared at him.

"How is it possible to run so fast without being out of breath? My goodness, Boomer..." She said, irritated that she looked so out of shape when compared to him. Which she was not. Bubbles was many thing things, but never out of shape. Although she didn't have too much muscle, she was always quick on her feet, darting from one place to another. Although she seemed like she had complete noodle arms, Bubbles could use her arms to pick up almost anything under five hundred pounds. It came with being a spy.

"You... You caught up to me." Boomer said dumbstruck. His eyes showed astonishment.

"You're fast, but I can catch up. I don't think I'd be able to keep your pace though. What is with your endurance?" She said, her panting slowing down, then completely stopping. She breathed normally and she felt grateful that she could.

Boomer had completely ignored Bubbles's comment. He just gaped at her.

"No-Nobody catches up... Nobody's fast enough to catch up on my sprints..." He said, still dumbstruck. Bubbles rolled her eyes.

"I'm fast. So, why were you running anyways?" She asked, uncomfortable with the way Boomer stared at her, all astounded-like. His steady gaze made her fidget. She couldn't help but feel nervous under his eyes.

Boomer snapped out of his trance. Clearing his throat, he spoke.

"I'm on a mission. I was stealing this." He said, fishing through his pockets. Taking the item out, he showed Bubbles. It was a necklace. A small silver pendant of a butterfly hung on a thin chain. Bubbles gasped at its simple beauty. It was very elegant, but still modest.

"Some thief stole it, and my mission was to steal it back. It belonged to jewelry some shop owner, and he wanted it back in his shop so bad, he put up 'Lost' posters. The reward was only two thousand dollars, though, so I don't know why I took a mission with such a small pay. He was desperate, so I decided to be nice. Do you like it?" He asked. He had seen the look of awe in her eyes. Bubbles nodded.

"It's lovely." She said. "Quiet but beautiful." Bubbles smiled. Boomer realized that Bubbles had studied it very carefully. Putting the necklace back in his pocket, he ran off, saying a quick "See you later".


Boomer

The boy ran to the jewelry shop, where the necklace was stolen from. Seeing the owner of the jewelry shop, he walked towards him.

"Hey. I found your necklace thing." He said, taking out the necklace to show the man. The chain of the necklace dangled on his finger. The man gasped, taking the necklace.

"Thank you so much, boy. This is the most expensive piece in my shop! It's worth twenty thousand dollars." The man said, his voice wavering from gratefulness and relief. Boomer's eyes widened.

"Twenty thousand? How?" He said, not believing that the simple necklace would be worth so much. The man chuckled.

"The pendant is encrusted with tiny diamonds, and everything else is 100% sterling silver." He said. Smiling at the boy, he went to the cashier area.

"So, I owe you two thousand, right?" He asked Boomer. Boomer shook his head 'no'.

"You owe me the necklace. Since you owe me two thousand, I'll pay you eighteen thousand instead of twenty thousand." Boomer said, taking off his backpack. The older man gaped at the blonde.

"You're buying the necklace?" He asked, in disbelief. "But you are only a young boy. How will you be able to afford?"

Boomer unzipped his backpack, taking out a large wad of money. The mans eyes widened at how thick the wad was. Boomer skillfully counted one hundred eighty of the one hundred dollar bills. Setting the money on the counter, he silently took the necklace from the man's hand, and put it in his pocket. Zipping up his backpack, he got out of the shop, saying a quick "Nice doin' business with ya.", leaving the older man in bewilderment. Boomer decided to put the necklace to where it belonged.

Hanging elegantly on Bubbles neck.

Boomer knew that Bubbles's neck was the only place that would make the necklace even prettier. So he ran, looking for Bubbles.