Actually scratch that, This is going to be a three-shot... ENJOY!
The next morning, Buttercup woke up with a start as her alarm beeped super loudly. "Urrngh," she groaned sleepily. Blossom must have turned up the sound while she was sleeping or something, 'cause her stupid alarm clock never rang THIS loud. It'd be a surprise if the whole house still managed to sleep through it.
Buttercup whacked the top of the clock with such a force that the whole thing went dead.
"Stupid clock," she muttered, dragging herself out of bed and into the bathroom.
Today was a Friday, which meant that she only had one more day to go through before kicking off to the weekend. It also meant that tomorrow was Saturday, the 17th, and Saturday the 17th meant Princess's awful house party, which no doubt her sisters would be attending, even though they all agreed that it was going to be the worst part in history.
Bubbles was absolutely giddy. Even though everybody already knew Boomer would be taking the Blue puff, he still went ahead and asked her anyway, being the sweet and caring gentleman that he was.
Blossom refused to show her ecstasy, but even she was excited, although everyone could tell she was still a little mad at Brick for asking her the way he did in public.
It was about two days ago, after school, while Blossom was packing up all her things at her locker. Brick was nearby, surrounded by a group of girls, all tugging at him to take one of them to the party. Blossom wrinkled her nose in disapproval as she walked past them. Pathetic people, she thought.
"Go with me, Brick," said one girl, batting her lashes, "We'll have a wonderful time together."
"No, go with me!" Another interrupted. "It'll be very 'fun'," she cooed suggestively.
Ew, thought Blossom, Who would even want to do that? And with Brick of all people? Who knew when he last took a BATH.
In an instant, the Ruff was suddenly beside her and draped his arm over shoulder. "Sorry, ladies," he said, flashing a smirk at his fans, "But I guess I'm already taken." Blossom froze as he continued to smirk, now at her.
"Wh-what?"
"You ARE gonna go to the party with me, right?" Brick asked.
Blossom blushed. "W-well...I-I," she stuttered.
Brick gave her a smug smile as she fidgeted with the strap of her bag. Blossom glared at him for putting him in such a situation. The Ruff fought back a snicker. "Crowds waiting, Red," he whispered so that only she could hear him.
"Y-yes," Blossom answered quietly.
"What was that? I don't think the other ladies got it," said Brick, having an internal battle to not burst into laughter at the expression on the Puff's face. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep himself from cracking. Blossom looked ready to strangle the boy but couldn't due to the small groupie behind them. She wanted to wipe the smug smirk he wore right off his face.
"I said YES, you asshole," she said louder before pushing Brick off as she stomped away in embarrassment. Brick smirked, content. His wanna-be-fans slowly dispersed, muttering about how unfair it was.
"Hey, life is unfair, ladies," he called out to them, "Don't get too caught up about it."
"She's a stuck-up snob," one of them said to him before stalking off. "Yeah, she'll dump you in the next hour," another muttered.
How are you any better? Brick thought to himself. All these girls wanted from him was his looks, and the only reason he tolerated them all was because the larger his group of fans, the more his reputation would increase. Besides, he's had a thing for the pink Puff since the first of high school. These girls were all but nothing to him. They could kill themselves for all he cared.
Meanwhile, Blossom had quickly flown home, dying from embarrassment the whole way. And when she finally DID go home, first thing the puff did was scream into her pillow for a good ten minutes before finally shutting up, considering that her muffled screams might start to scare the professor.
Buttercup spit out the toothpaste that was in her mouth and took a handful of water, swishing it around in her mouth before spitting it back out and left the bathroom. She changed out of her green flannel pajamas and put on a green half-sleeve shirt that said 'Peace Out' in black sparkly letters with a pink peace sign between the words 'peace' and 'out' and black tights with small green streaks running up the side. The green part was all covered in glitter. Lot's of glitter.
Buttercup brushed a few bangs of her ebony hair away from her eyes and secured one of the longer pieces with a green star. The hairclip (a gift from Bubbles) stood out in her black and brought out the green in her eyes even more.
The puff smiled, happy with how she looked, and grabbed her bag before zipping downstairs. Just one more day, she thought. Buttercup didn't admit to herself about what she really meant, whether if it was one more day until the party, or one more day until school was over for the weekend.
Both of her sisters seemed happy for the party, but was she? Buttercup couldn't tell. And it didn't help that she knew her sisters would be going with the Ruffs. In truth, Buttercup didn't really mind them. It was just that that one kiss Butch had given her a week ago had really knocked her for six.
And to think he had the guts to not do anything about it and just leave her there with her feelings. The pit of her stomach was a bubbling mess and the flutters went all the way up to her chest because of him. Him and that stupid kiss, Buttercup thought.
She'd never be herself again if that freakin' Ruff didn't do anything about it. Just how much longer could she avoid him for? The rest of her life? Buttercup snorted. "I wish," she muttered as she floated into the kitchen to grab herself her breakfast.
She couldn't hold it in any longer. The Puff couldn't keep it to herself anymore. It would drive her crazy. Either Butch do something about it today, or she finally confronts him and gives him a whack on the head.
Buttercup sighed. Boys make life so confusing, she thought.
As Buttercup approached the kitchen table with her breakfast in hand, Bubbles, who was already there, gave her a once-over before squealing happily and jumping out of her chair to give her sister a hug. Hug was an understatement. It was more of a DEATH-squeeze.
"Oh my god, BUTTERCUP!" she cried/yelled, "You look amazing!" Blossom looked over wondering why Bubbles was screaming and smiled. "Someone's dressed to impress," she teased.
Buttercup blushed at the compliments. "Oh, shut up," she muttered, sitting down.
At school, Buttercup was barely able to focus, not that she did normally, but STILL. She had the worst case of jitters EVER. And did it help that she had to stare at the back of her counterpart's head, all day, every day? WHY?
At least gym was her time to break free. But today, Buttercup Utonium, the toughest puff, seem ed to be running the SLOWEST.
TWEEET!
"Yo, Puff!" the coach called out to her, "What is up with you today? You're a supernatural person with superspeed, yet you're going the SLOWEST?"
Buttercup smiled sheepishly as she floated in the air. The hours went by, and before she knew it, there was only 15 minutes left before their last class ended. Their Physics teacher, , was wrapping things up. "That physics homework is due on Tuesday, and don't forget, You have your physics test next Thursday!"
Buttercup groaned. She totally forgot. And their English teacher revealed some sort of new English paper assignment that she expected to have by Wednesday. Great. She was gonna be swamped this weekend. And that party, too...
Princess couldn't pick any worse days for throwing a party, could she.
Buttercup groaned again. And staring at the back of Butch's big head was NOT getting any easier. She was pretty sure by now that the Ruff would nothing today, so she started preparing to give him that whack. Ten more minutes, you Loser, she thought, and then I'll knock YOU for six...with my fist.
When the bell rang, Buttercup immediately stood up and started walking towards the doors just as Butch started to say something to her.
"Hey, Buttercup, I was just-"
"If it's about another one of your Butch-Wanna-Be's, then I don't wanna hear it," Buttercup interrupted, holding up her hand to silence him.
"Buttercup?" Butch questioned as the Puff stomped off.
"The nerve of that person," Buttercup muttered to herself as she sorted through all the stuff in her locker. "Always waiting until the last minute."
She slammed the locker shut only to jump out of surprise when she met with Butch's idiotic face, leaning against the metal. Buttercup glared at her counterpart as he snickered.
"Get lost," she muttered with a roll of her eyes.
"Chill, BC. Thought your sister was the ice queen," said Butch.
"Quit it on the comebacks," Buttercup snapped, "I really don't wanna deal with you right now."
"But Butterbaby, you know I can deal with you any time of the day, right?"
"Don't call me Butterbaby."
"As you wish, Cupcake."
"Butch," Buttercup growled warningly.
"Aww, Cupcake's getting maad," Butch cooed.
"Butch, just SHUT UP!" Buttercup yelled. The Ruff sighed. "You're no fun," he pouted.
After a while, his green eyes lit up again.
"Soo, Butters. Wanna go to that party of Princess's with me?" Butch asked. Buttercup's eyes flashed as she glared at him and tried to sidestep her way out.
Butch blocked her. "Excuse me? I think I asked a question." Buttercup sighed exasperatedly.
"You know the party is TOMORROW, right?"
"Yeah? That's why I'm asking."
"NOW?" the puff asked incredulously.
"Yeah?"
"Wow, Butch. Just, wow."
"What?" Butch asked, confused.
"You really wait until the last minute, don't you."
"And?"
"You're an idiot, Butch," Buttercup muttered, "A real idiot."
"Did I do something wrong?" Butch asked, tailing her. Buttercup growled.
"Y'know, I don't live in your head. I won't know if you don't tell me."
"And why would you need to know Butch? Since when?" Buttercup snapped back. "Owch, stab in the heart," said Butch, wincing.
Buttercup whipped back at him and glared.
"What has gotten your guard up so bad? What did I do wrong? For Pete's sake, just tell me, already!"
"For goodness sake, Butch, If you don't want to be in these sort of situations, then don't just kiss a girl and then walk away like nothing happened for all the days that follow after!"
"Wh-what?"
Buttercup inched closer to his face and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt.
"You heard me. Don't just kiss a girl and pretend nothing happened," she growled menacingly.
"B-Buttercup, what are you talking about?"
"Use your brain and figure it out," Buttercup spat as she turned around and continued to walk away, muttering to herself. "Ridiculous. Just plain ridiculous."
"Butters, hold up!" Butch called. Buttercup ignored him. Butch thought about everything she'd said and repeated their entire conversation in his head when he finally realized what Buttercup was talking about and why she was so grouchy. Don't just kiss a girl and pretend nothing happened. That kiss in the cafeteria. His eyes widened in realization as he grabbed onto his counterpart's wrist in attempt to get her attention.
"B-Buttercup, I-"
Buttercup wrenched her hand away before turning to face the boy one last time.
"If you don't want your face rearranged next I see you, I suggest you go and fix the mess you created, and you haven't got all day."
And then the Puff bolted off up into the sky in a flash of green.
"Buttercup, wait!" Butch called, running a hand through his air. He sped off after her. Boy, was he in a mess. And what a mess it was.
