Buttercup observed her reflection in the mirror, trying her best not to pick out every single flaw that was on her face and body. The light green dress that Brick had purchased for her hugged her figure perfectly and flowed outwards like one of those typical prom dresses. Unlike Blossom, who had a pink short dress that revealed too much flesh.

"You look fine, darling," The Professor stood at the doorway frowning and not even lip licking, "Don't you believe you're beautiful?" Normally, he would say perverted comments or whatever suited him but this was what he really thought. Her outfit did make her look beautiful as did her perfect make-up with green eyeshadow and winged eyeliner.

"You're just saying that. Brick will come in to pick me up any minute and maybe he'll change his mind about bringing me." Buttercup pouted.

"You need to have some faith in yourself, Buttercup. You look perfect and all eyes will be on you." Miss Keane poked her head through the doorway with a worried smile on her face. She'd always worn the expression that reassured people but after what Buttercup had said earlier about her and The Professor, she felt quite unwelcome and hurt from the comment.

"Thank you." Buttercup crossed her arms over her chest because she did feel a bit bad about her actions. She wasn't completely heartless.

DING DONG!

Everyone woke up from their conversation and almost jumped at the unexpected sound. Buttercup supposed that she'd answer it. It had to be Brick! She pondered over what he'd look like. Would his hair be neatly combed back like he had for his invitation? Would he be wearing a tuxedo? Thoughts flashed through her mind as she twisted the door knob and the door opened.

Liam.

"Why are you here?" Buttercup snorted. Liam's hair was in a messy mop and there were a few pimples dotted around his usually clear face. Furthermore, he was wearing an untucked white shirt and black suit trousers that were creased.

"I'm going with Blossom, remember?" He narrowed his eyes at the green-eyed PowerPuff, knowing that she would have been his first choice if she liked him back. Buttercup rolled her eyes at him and let out another snort.

"Blossom, your loverboy is here!" She went to the bottom of the stairs and called for her sister. There was a clumsy clatter upstairs and Blossom ran down excitedly. Her short dress was halfway up her thighs and her heels were the tallest Buttercup had ever seen. Basically, she looked as if she was going to a night club rather than a prom. But other than that, she looked great.

Liam's eyes lit up as he saw Blossom go around the corner. He pecked either side of her cheek and they rushed away holding hands and laughing, most likely wanting to be the first ones there so that they could rub it in everyone's faces. Like it was much of an achievement anyway.

"One down, two to go." The Professor giggled from around the corner.

"Can you shut up?" Buttercup hissed.

"I feel like such a proud father. A failure but proud." The Professor wiped a tear around from his eye with a handkerchief that had some green snot on it.

A few minutes later, there was another ring at the doorbell. Knowing that Boomer, Buttercup's attacker could be waiting outside for Bubbles, she made her father open the door. She wasn't really keen on seeing him face to face like that again because he had badly wounded her and put her life at risk potentially. A familiar ginger's voice could be heard.

"Is Buttercup ready?" Brick said. It was as if his voice drifted through the cold air and onto her warm skin.

Slowly, Buttercup reached to the door and caught sight of Brick's figure. Unlike Liam, who was slightly overweight, with his chubby cheeks and sloppily dress - Brick wasn't with muscles that his clothes made stand out. It was like seeing the sun and the moon. Brick was the sun. Liam was the moon.

Brick was wearing a black tuxedo that was tight on his body, revealing his worked out figure well and his hair was in a quiff. Buttercup was thankful because if he had gelled it, it probably would have looked really greasy like Liam's had. His hands were hidden behind his back and he brought them forward, revealing a bunch of roses.

"For you, miss." Brick grinned. Blushing, Buttercup carefully took them out of his hands and handed them to her father. The Professor winked and went to put them in a vase or something along those lines.

"Thank you," Buttercup said after her father had left the room, "They're beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you." Brick winked.

Yet again, Buttercup blushed and Brick helped her go down the dark path of her garden. Surprisingly, there was a white limo waiting for them. Once the couple had gotten inside of it, they noticed that Liam, Blossom, Bubbles, Boomer, Butch and Princess were already in it.

"Why is she there?" Buttercup pointed at rather rudely.

"Hey! Butch here is my date!" Princess defended, placing her hands over Butch's hairy chest that was shoving through his three buttoned down shirt. Buttercup rolled her eyes and sat at the back of the limo with Brick, who never let go of her hand.

For the ride to the prom, everyone was getting along, laughing and it was a first but everyone was pretty sure that they liked it that way. It was refreshing to know that after all, the worst things could be patched up if effort was weaved into it. The quilt of memories was growing and growing with much more fine material than its previous raw self.

The whole trip there alone was better than anyone could have ever imagined and not even one argument kicked off. It was the start of something beautiful and no one, not even the past could take it away from them.

All there was left of the evening... was the main course - the prom.