Disclaimer: I don't own PPG!
Hey there! I normally write
Digimon fictions, and Harry Potter (okay…one…) and
just decided to write a story about Townville's most favoritest super
heroines! Um…let's see…if you're a Digimon fan, I SWEAR (or promise, for those who don't
swear) that I will have the Senior Year part 2 out soon, but until then, this
is a PPG/RRB fic so if you don't like it, don't read it! Okay, please, just read it.
Love Him Not
"For
crying out loud…" Buttercup cursed and
threw the candid picture 'someone' had laid on her bed into the trash. Why? Why did they continually put pictures of HIM
(no, not the villain Him, just a guy), him of all
people, around her to see. Seeing
pictures of Butch wasn't going to make her like him
any more than she already disliked him. And just because Bubbles was going steady with Boomer and
Blossom was in denial about Brick should not result in her going puppy-love
sick over some guy.
This was
Buttercup. THE
Buttercup. The
tough one. The
mean one. And
she was NOT going to lose such a title because of her silly sisters and their
lovey-dovey ambitions.
"Hey Buttercup." Blossom poked her carrot-haired head into her
room, grimacing at the messy state. What
could she say? Buttercup liked her mess
where it was. Speaking of which, her
sister swept various items off of the bedspread, and
right onto the floor, glared at her, lifting a polished black and green guitar
from its stand and strumming its chords into tune. In other words, she was ignoring the other Powerpuff in the room.
"So…I accidentally left a picture in
here…do you know where it is?" Buttercup
glared at her a second time, her lime green eyes piercing into her
tickle-me-pink ones before turning her back.
"Buttercup-"
"It's in the trash." Blossom sighed and delicately floated over to
her bed, daring herself to touch it.
Only after ten seconds of very cautious levitation did she actually
manage to land on top of it without touching anything to her disliking.
"Buttercup…what's so bad about
Butch?" She turned her head and slammed
her guitar down into the stand, crossing her arms in an extremely cross manner.
"Funny. You should say, what's
good about him. It'll probably be a
shorter answer." Blossom tried to smooth
Buttercup's silky black hair. She
swatted her sister's hand away like a fly.
"Just because you're going out with his brother-"
"I am NOT going out with Brick. We're just good friends." Buttercup shot her a glance, an 'I'm not
stupid' glance. Blossom blushed.
"Sure. Whatever. In any case, nothing you or Bubbles will do
can make me change my mind. He's a bum. I'd never date him. I'd never go out with him.
So stop putting those stupid pictures in my room!" She snapped, flustered with a rise in her
temper and apparated out of the room, the only thing left was a dazzlement of
green wisps.
As
the girls got older, their powers increased in amazement more a more. Now at age sixteen, Bubbles could speak any
language under the sun and Blossom could turn invisible at will. Buttercup's speed had increased so much that
she learned to transfer her energy from one place to another instantly. In any case, Blossom could see her sister
outside, skateboarding down the street, a fuzzy green BEEBO dog yapping behind
her.
Bubbles
came into Blossom's room that afternoon, after the Buttercup incident, while
she was brushing her hair.
"So?"
"She
threw it away, again!"
"Oh..." Bubbles was petite;
like her other sisters she grew out her hair but still wore it in two blonde
ponytails. She took the brush from
Blossom's hand and started to brush her sister's hair. "Maybe she'll come around..."
"I
doubt it. You can't make a girl like a
guy; especially a girl like Buttercup." The girl's looked
over to see a blonde Rowdyruff Boy, Boomer, standing in the doorway. He'd grown really
tall, like his brothers, and changed his neat hair into a messy, wavy
style. He'd
also outgrown the traditional formation clothes; he wore baggy jeans and a
black shirt that said 'BOOM!' in the front with white letters and an atomic
bomb.
"BOOMIE!" Bubbles cried. There was a trail of baby blue and suddenly
she was in his arms.
"Hey
baby..." He cooed gently. She had a grin the size of Texas on her face. Blossom
did a quick vorpal twist in her hair, pinning her red bow in after it quickly
before standing up. As she adjusted the
bow, she disappeared from sight, walking right past an unnoticing couple
Bubbles and Boomer and walked out the door.
Nothing. She couldn't see
him. But where-
Something
grabbed her around her waist. She tensed
and turned around. Nothing. But it still had her
in its grasp. She lost her concentration
and became visible. As did her
apprehender. Brick had his arms around
her, his face was close to hers and he was staring.
"Hey
Blossom." She let out a sigh of relief.
"Hi
Brick...how did you know where I was? I
was invisible too." He gave a coy smile.
"I
could smell you." He bent his head, much
to the silent glee of Blossom, and sniffed behind her ears (or maybe just the spot
where her ears were SUPPOSED to be...).
"You smell pretty."
Blossom
turned a shade of sakura pink.
"Thanks..." He looked down. He was still holding her waist. Blossom was getting all the redder. He turned crimson and quickly released
her.
"Sorry..." The last traces of blush had started to fade
from her cheeks as they walked back to her room; she gave an impish grin and
turned back to him.
"It's
okay..." She stopped so that he was
still unbearably close. "I don't
mind." He turned bright, bright red
before it faded quickly and he followed her again.
"Really?" Before this little flirt-fest could continue there was a sonic boom and a green flashes of
light. Blossom looked out the window.
"Oh
no..." Bubbles sighed. Boomer's eyes widened in
curiosity.
"What
is it?"
"Was
Butch perchance coming this way also?"
"Yeah...he
said he would be late..." Brick
stated. Boomer nodded. Bubbles slapped her forehead.
"Great...come
on, let's go." It hit the boys like a
sack of potatoes.
"Oh
God..." There were four blazes of light
from the window.
"JERK!" A green twister went soaring towards a
teenage boy with black hair levitating off the ground. He deflected it.
"I'm
a JERK?!" He
sent a series of forest green energy balls to her. She threw each one away like old candy.
"That's
the SMARTEST thing you ever said!"
Buttercup screamed and held a crackling electric green power between her
hands, firing it at him. Butch held it
off with a large energy force of his own. Soon his over powered hers and the green
power went soaring into the sky.
"You're
going to have to do better than that!"
He called. His female counterpart
was no where to be seen.
"But
where-" POW! She kicked him over the head. He went flying but turned back around in mid
air, seething.
"That
was a CHEAP SHOT!" He fired again. She dodged three but the fourth grazed her.
"Not
a cheap as you!" She sent a blaze of
lightning at him. He apparated out of
the way and appeared behind her, sending a blow to her head. She blocked it with one hand.
"Don't
you know it's not nice to hit a lady?"
She double-handed him and sent him soaring away but he returned
instantly and slammed her hard into a residential tree.
"What
lady?"
She
growled, her green eyes flickering. She
hovered up above the houses; in her hands a ball of
electric energy cackled green. It was
down to a quick draw match; next blow would win. She waited; he waited. Suddenly, she threw her arms out a
fired. A pink containment bubble
appeared all around her before the shot could go anywhere; the ball bounced off of the walls and spread apart, electrocuting her. On the other side of the street, the same
thing happened to Butch. They both
dropped to the ground, burnt, but still angry and on their feet. As soon as they landed, a ring of blue bound
their arms to their sides. Buttercup
whirled around. Blossom, Bubbles, Brick
and Boomer were all staring at them with disapproving eyes.
She
struggled under the blue energy but couldn't break
free from Bubbles' rope. An evil idea
came to mind; she turned and zapped Butch with her eye lasers while he wasn't paying attention.
He yelped. Then she turned to her
sisters and stuck her tongue out at them, before apparating out of the
ring. It fizzled and disappeared.
Bubbles
sighed and let Butch free. He rubbed his
arm where she had hit him with her laser eyes.
"What
a bi-" They
glared. He sighed angrily and gritted
his teeth. "Beautiful
young lady." The sarcasm rolled off of his tongue before he also disappeared leaving nothing
but green fizzles.
"They're
talking..." Brick said, hopelessly. They
all sighed and flew back to the Utonium household.
When
the remaining super-heroes got back, Butch was sitting on the doorstep. Inside, the music was blasting especially
loud.
"What's
wrong? Why didn't you just apparate
inside?" Boomer asked while Blossom and
Bubbles both burrowed for their keys.
"That
last fight left me pretty exhausted. I
could only apparate half way and had to fly the rest. The same thing must have happened to
Buttercup; only she has a house key."
Bubbles
checked under the door mat; the spare key was no where
to be found.
"Well,
she got in through the spare key but...hey, did you try knocking?" Butch gave her an exhausted look of sarcasm.
"Me? Knock? Like should would
actually let me in." He leaned against
the door with a slight knock, and fell backwards when Buttercup opened it. Of course Butch hit
his head on the floor, while the others, tired, stepped over him and walked
inside.
"Oh. You're back. I forgot you can't apparate inside." She didn't say
sorry, but this was expected.
"Owww..." She cast him a highly unsympathetic glance.
"Bum..." Before he could walk inside
she slammed the door on his face.
"Buttercup!" Blossom scolded. Her brunette sister sighed and threw the door
open. Unfortunately, for Butch anyway,
he had managed to short-distance apparate inside at the same moment. The door hit his face again.
"OOWWW!" She looked behind the door nonchalantly.
"Oh,
your already inside.
My mistake."
Her hair whacked him across the face hard as she walked away. Butch rubbed the spot where his nose would
be; it was all red and tingly. He
watched with angry forest green eyes as she flew up the stairs and slammed the
door to her room. He turned angrily
towards the rest of them.
"How
can you LIVE with her?!"
Buttercup
appeared in her room and landed on her bed face up; how could they LIVE with
him?! And they wanted her to like him? My god; he was lucky she didn't
blow him up on the spot.
"I
need to calm down..." She muttered and grabbed her guitar. She cranked the volume up on her amps
considerably (from ten to seventeen) and turned the tuning knobs...
"She
just attacked me for no reason!" Butch
exclaimed as he sat on the couch with the Blossom, Brick, Bubbles and Boomer,
who were holding their heads, his rants running through one ear and out the
other. "I mean-"
BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!
The
remaining super-powered teenagers would have sworn they felt the house vibrating! Music was blasting from all corners of the
house, centering from the green Powerpuff's room. Luckily, Blossom got a shield up pretty quick
so their hearing wasn't completely off.
"Is everyone okay?" They looked a little dazed but other than
that just fine. Bubbles listened
intently to the rhythm of the music with her super sensitive hearing. Boomer stared with intrigue.
"Are you picking something up,
Bubbles?" She blinked.
"That's Lenny Kravitz's "American
Woman"." She stated matter-of-factly.
"But...the words that I'm hearing are different..." Blossom urged her on with her eyes. Bubbles cast a nervous glance at Butch but
sighed.
"Okay..." She took a deep breath. "Boy in green, you better stay
away. Boy in green, listen to what I
say. Don't come
knocking around my door, I don't want to see you slime ball no more. Your hair is jacked up and greased with lard,
can't you see that you're a retard. Now listen, you hearing
what I say? Boy in Green, you
better stay away..."
Another deep breath. "You know, if you
subtract the lyrics I think she sang it pretty well."
Butch's face had
turned completely red.
Boomer sighed.
"She's singing about you, man. You know she must dig you."
Red...cherry red...brick red...maroon...
"I DO NOT WANT HER TO DIG ME!!!!!!" His voice
blew their hair like wind. They watched
as he apparated up to her door and went to give her a piece of his mind. At least, that was plan. He actually got hit
by the door again when she threw it open into his face.
"Will you guys keep it down?! Geez...no
consideration..." She slammed the door
again, leaving a dumbfounded Butch with a red face sliding down the wall.
"You know, " Bubbles said, stroking the bottom of
her face, "It might just be me, but I think we're going about this the wrong
way." All she received was a bunch of
sarcastic looks.
"What did I say?"
"Never mind that. We're going to have
to try something different. Something
more...upfront..." A devious smile
formed on her face, but they were all quite keen to this look, and mirrored it…
End of Part One!
MWAHAHAHA! My first PPG story! So? What do you think? Actually, I rather like it. It…intrigues me! ::diabolical
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