AN: Hello everyone! I have more ABC Brickercup for you!

Please check out my other stories 'The Extras', '10 Things the PPG Characters Would Never Say,' and 'Mysterious Poems About Someone.'

Thanks for all the support and I hope you enjoy!

Is there anyone who is an artist on here? Ya know, we can be awesome. You draw, I write. It would be amazing!

I own nothing but the plot.

The next three are:

G for Green

H for Holidays

I for Intoxicated

D= Damage

"You're a fucking asshole!"

"And you're being ridiculous!"

This would be their biggest fight ever. Period.

"Why were you with him today?"

"Why do you care, I'm not your fucking girlfriend anymore!"

"Only because you broke up with me!"

"I broke up with you because your fucking idiotic brother broke my sister's heart."

"And that's MY fault?"

"Yes, it is."

Throwing his arms up, Brick rolled his eyes.

"Well that makes sense."

"Besides, what the fuck were you doing with that skank today?"

"Why do you care, I'm not your boyfriend anymore."

Offended by his mocking, Buttercup's temper surged. Grabbing the first thing next to her in the tension filled room, she threw it at him. He got out of the way, obviously, and the object smashed to pieces on the wall behind him. The broken couple stared at each other, neither of them moving. They were tired of fighting. Buttercup walked past him quickly without saying a word, ready to use the smashed object as a way to distract herself. When she keeled down, her heart broke just a fraction more, but it was enough to tear the stubborn girl down.

What she had thrown in her moment of rage was a picture. Not just of anyone, but of her and Brick. It was of them during their sophomore year, before the couple had started dating. Buttercup remembers the moment well. They were standing outside the school, excited to be leaving for summer vacation. Brick had thrown his arm over Buttercup's shoulders teased her playfully, causing the brunette to laugh. Blossom had captured that moment, and framed it for her. She felt tears slide down her face at the happy memory. How could everything have gone so wrong?

"Buttercup?"

Shit. She had forgotten that he was behind her, most likely analyzing her mood. Wiping her tears away quickly, she grabbed the shattered picture, glass digging into her palms. She knew it was cutting her, but she couldn't feel it due to the numbness that had taken over her body. She nearly ran past the Ruff in her bedroom, and zoomed down to the kitchen. Throwing the painful memory into the garbage, she looked at her palms. Cringing at the combination of glass and blood, the Puff tried to close her hands. She couldn't. How was she going to fix herself?

"Are you ok?"

Jumping, she whirled around to see Brick standing there, leaning in the doorway. Hiding her hands behind her back, she shook her head.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"Then let me see your hands."

Looking away from his, she brought her hands forward. Brick's eyes widened slightly at the mess, but he quickly acted. Grabbing her smaller body lightly, he brought her into the living room. Too hurt to say anything, Buttercup didn't protest. He set her down, and left, presumably to get the first aid skit. Her thoughts were confirmed when he came back with it, sitting down next to her.

As he worked on her hands, he spoke to her.

"We need to talk."

"No, we don't."

"Why did you break up with me?"

"I already told you why, and you were there for the event."

"I didn't want him to hurt Bubbles."

"Maybe you should watch your brother's more."

"How do you think Blossom feels having to take care of you all the time? Wouldn't you hate having her hover over you?"

"Yea, I would tell her to fuck off."

"Exactly."

Not wanted to admit that he had a valid point, she looked away. After a few minutes, she felt a hand lightly move her chin so that she was facing Brick again. Locking eyes with him, she felt her numbness disappear. Her hands were suddenly on fire. Staring at him, she felt tears sliding down her cheeks once more. The hand that was on her chin wiped some away, and he leaned forward to kiss both her cheeks.

Buttercup spent the rest of the time silent, even when Brick tried to speak to her more. When he was done with her hands, she tried to dart back to her bedroom. Tried, because Brick grabbed her at the last second and enveloped her in a hug. Nearly breaking down again, she didn't push him away. Brick pulled away before she did, giving her a final kiss on the forehead before leaving the house without another word.

Going into the kitchen, Buttercup went into the trash to find the picture. Pulling it out, she brushed off the remaining glass lightly and placed it on the counter.

The next morning, she went downstairs where her father and sisters were. When she walked over to the counter, she nearly had a heart attack. Sitting on the counter was the picture. Not the way she left it, but in a new frame. Turning it around, she found a note on the back.

Dear BC,

You know I love you always.

-BJ (HAHAH worst initials ever)

Clutching the kitchen counter and trying not to break down again, Buttercup wondered what the hell she was going to do with him.

E= Evil

There were moments when the couple would realize their differences. Whether it be in the cafeteria, in the library, or on the sports field, it would hit either of them like a freight train. Their personalities, they knew differed, but….one was good, one was evil. One was spice, one was puppy dog tails. One was a Puff, the other was a Ruff. One was the creation of The Professor, the other from Mojo. Their contrast in motives and beliefs caused a strain on the couple.

How could they work when one lived for the thrill of evil and the other has to pick up the pieces? How can they work when one works with the most loved family when the other works with the most feared? There were so many questions about how they could work, that they never stopped to think about how they did.

Other people saw it though, especially their families. They didn't see the couple's differences, only their similarities. They saw everything that the couple had in common. They saw everything that made them work. Good, Bad, Evil. They were adjectives. But they did not define them.

F= Fanfiction

Buttercup flew back to the Utonium home after school, eager to be done with school. When she entered the home, she was greeted with silence. Finding it weird, she called out to her sisters.

"Yo, you guys home?"

"We're up here!"

Raising an eyebrow at the giggles coming from their bedroom, Buttercup moved quickly. She was surprised to see the girls using the family computer. They hardly ever went online. Whatever it was, it must have been pretty funny, because the girls were laughing their asses off.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Reading Fanficiton."

"Fanfiction?"

Bubbles giggled and grabbed Buttercup, dragging her over to where the girls sat.

"Yea. Fanficiton. People post stories about books, celebrities, tv shows and stuff like that. We even have our own page!"

The girls burst into a fit again, making Buttercup confused, yet curious.

"What does it say about us?"

"Well, for one, some people ship you and Brick together. You know, as a couple."

The Rowdyruff? What the fuck was wrong with people?

"Let me see that!"

Scrolling through the story summaries, Buttercup felt like gagging. Brickercup? There was no way she would EVER be interested in a Ruff, especially the arrogant redhead. The two barely even talked.

"Brickercup! I love it!"

"Shut up Bubbles!"

Blossom and Bubbles continued to tease their sister, reading some of the stories out loud for the embarrassed middle sister. While Buttercup sat there, face flushed, she started planning the murder of these authors.

The next day was hell. The girls showed the boys their most recent discovery, and it ended with Brick and Buttercup blushing in the corner, neither even glancing at the other.

Who allowed them to have internet, anyway?