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Welp, here it is.  Chapter two.  Just read on!

Love Him Not

The next day, Buttercup watched while her sisters both rushed around the house doing such and such, primping and polishing their...err...never mind.  They did and re-did their hair, make up, and anything else they could do and redo until finally they were all dazzled up and ready to go.  Buttercup gave them bored looks while she dug around in the refrigerator in the late afternoon.

            "So, where are you headed.  Not that I care."  Bubbles gave an innocent smile.

            "We're going to double date!"

            "It's too bad you're not going Buttercup..." Blossom purred out.  "We're going to this new Chili Dog place at Townsville Plaza.  It's opening tonight!"  Buttercup shut the fridge after pulling out a soda, flipping a chair around and sitting on it backwards.  Her gaze drifted momentarily to the sink, where a fork drifted over and opened the can, before casually dropping on the table.  Another one of Buttercup's new found talents was manipulating metal and general magnetism, and while her sister's had called her Magneto for a while, she blew it off with her ever casual 'get over yourselves' attitude.  She, however, frowned slightly then, and splurged her drink.

            "What are you up to?"

            "What do you mean?"  Bubbles asked with extreme innocence.  The green Powerpuff huffed.

            "Bubbles, you're a vegetarian.  And Blossom, last night you went on and on about your new diet after Brick (this was said with extreme sarcasm) left.  Duh, like I wouldn't notice."

            Blossom gave a haughty glance.

            "Duh, the new Chili Dog place serves all types of Chili Dogs.  You know, like diet chili dogs..."

            "And vegetarian chili dogs?"

            "You need to get out more."

            "You should come with us!"  Buttercup spit out half her soda.

            "Me...come with you guys...looking like that...in public?!"  Bubbles grabbed her arm with a cheeky smile.

            "I'm SO glad you agreed!"  Blossom grabbed her other arm and they both dragged her upstairs to the bathroom.  "But we'd better get you ready!"  The door slammed.  A scream of anguish could be heard.

"If you weren't my sisters I would blow you both sky high."  She muttered, trying desperately to adjust the skirt they somehow got her into.  A wispy green middle-sleeve shirt replaced her normal black and green baseball tee-shirt found somewhere in the back, let's be realistic, WAY BACK, of the closet.  The jean skirt replacing her baggy blue jeans was Blossom's.  The white and green Sketchers in place of her beloved black and white Converses were (she shuddered to think) hers from a long, forgotten Birthday present.  The hair clips in her normally wild and free, elbow length black hair were Bubbles'.

Butterflies...

Yuck.

"Oh Buttercup, you're so beautiful!"  Bubbles cheered and put a bracelet around her arm, more butterflies of course, which Buttercup promptly tossed into the toilet.  Bubbles scowled.  Blossom tried in vain to put on a very light shade of lipstick, which Buttercup continually wiped off.

"Just...put...it...on!"  In a sudden burst of speed, a flash of pink, and a rumble of makeup, Buttercup found herself completely done.  And the outcome...

            "Spectacular!"  Blossom and Bubbles sighed contently.

If only it were that simple.

            "What have you done?"  She touched the foundation on her cheeks with wide, wide, WIDE green eyes.  Tears started to well up.  Luckily she wasn't wearing mascara.

She turned and looked at her beaming sisters.

"Heathens.."  She whispered, her throat gravely.  "I'm taking this stuff off RIGHT now!"

"NO!!!" 

Buttercup was instantly struggling under the grip of a light blue rope.

            "Take it off and...and..."  Begee, Buttercup's BEEBO dog, just happened to be prancing along, looking for Buttercup at the same time.  Blossom picked up the dog and held the lipstick to it.

            "Or the BEEBO gets made up!"  Buttercup's eyes flickered in treachery.  Bubbles leaned towards Blossom and whispered,

            "Don't you think this is a bit drastic, Blossom?"

            "Shhh...it's all part of my scheme."  She held the lipstick closer to the Begee with a knowing grin.

            "What's it going to be, Buttercup?  Don't make me reach for the blush."

            "Alright, you win!  Just...put Begee down."

            "Step away from the sink, sister."  Bubbles made a low, threatening whisper.  Buttercup's frowned.  She grudgingly made a step away from the beckoning bathroom sink full of water. 

            Blossom smiled and gave Begee back to its owner, who was extremely cross and yet pleased that her BEEBO puppy had not been done the injustice that had come across her.  Buttercup growled lethally at her siblings, yet patted its head affectionately and walked out of the room, followed closely by Bubbles and Blossom, who were acting along the lines of Parole Officers.

            "Go on, girl."  The green Powerpuff let Begee into the room and shut the door.  "I can't believe you threatened my BEEBO!  Of all the low things..." 

            "Professor's not home and I can't fly in this!"  Bubbles cried, motioning to the pretty light blue dress she wore, ignoring her sister's words. 

            "Oh no!  You're right!  Hey, maybe we could get Mrs. Peterson to drive us…" 

            Buttercup grabbed her blue-jean jacket and pulled it over her arms, a cross of nakedness and mortification running over her mind.  She could at least save SOME dignity.  Okay…she's got the skateboard…now if she can only get outside without anyone noticing…

            "Hold it RIGHT there, Buttercup!"  Blast!  Discovered!  Quick, make an alibi!

            Buttercup tried to apparate, but Blossom was a step ahead, and before she could move a darn pink container bubble plopped around her.  Useless now, she thought sourly, putting her legs out with severe disregard for her skirt, watching Bubbles and Blossom converse outside the universe the trapped her inside.  She'd figured they had come to a decision.  Blossom waved her hand and the pink bubble, Buttercup still inside, bounced after them as they walked out of the door.

            Quite a number of people stared when Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup (still in the bubble, too sulky to break out) arrived at the Iron Magnolia House of Chili, where two of the three Rowdyruff boys waited outside.  Brick and Boomer blinked, but didn't ask questions.

            Buttercup stood up and brushed off her skirt, glaring defiantly as she walked behind her sisters, looking like a girl.  People stared.  She sat down at the table with her fellow superheroes.  People stared more.  She sulked silently while the others greeted each other.  Flies could have flown in and out of the peoples mouths and they wouldn't have noticed.  A passing waiter dropped his tray when he caught a glance at her.  Blossom and Bubbles seemed obnoxiously satisfied with this.

            "So…"  Blossom stared casually.  Buttercup glared in her general direction.  "Where's Butch?"  Blossom's spoon contorted suddenly at an odd angle.  Brick looked somewhat frightened.  Boomer worked up an answer.

            "He's ah…in the bathroom…he said he'd be-"  His fork did a nice backward bend, and Boomer said no more.  Everyone in the restaurant paled.  Bubbles was busy examining the water, and Blossom retained to be very cool.

            "Oh, here he comes now!"

            And Butch was approaching.  He nodded good-naturedly towards Blossom and Bubbles (obviously taking no notice of Buttercup unlike half of the room, which was still in mid-gawk) and went to pull out his chair.  A fork jetted past his head and pinned itself the wall behind him.  Butch scowled.  He turned his attention towards-

And everything simply stopped.

            He stared.  She glared in return.  He hardly flinched when he got hit with the dull end of a flying spoon.  He didn't waver when a butter knife smacked him in the head, or when the barrage of silverware from the empty table behind him plummeted him from above.  All Butch could do was stare.  Bubbles and Blossom tittered with glee.

            The waiter came, and the 'magic' was gone.  Everyone ordered (Butch was still staring when as he did) and there was polite conversations (minus the flying spoons) before the food came.  All Butch did was stare.  And stare.  He hardly even blinked.  Buttercup glared back.  She scowled.  She stuck her tongue out.  Hit him with spoons, forks, knives and the occasional napkin ring, but all he did was stare, stare and stare back.

This made Buttercup horrendously angry.

            "That was great!  I love tofu chili dogs!" cheered Bubbles.  Blossom nodded in agreement.  Brick leaned back in his chair.

            "I could never be a vegetarian.  What'd bout you, Butch?"

Butch was still staring.

            "Butch?"  For the first time in the whole hour he broke his gaze.

            "What?"

            "Could you ever be a vegetarian?" asked Blossom.

            "Uhh…no…I guess not."  The pink and blue Powerpuffs let loose a wide grin.  Bubbles pulled her purse from under the table.

            "Well, we'd better go.  Waiter!  Check!"  The waiter came to their table who, like Butch, had been staring the whole time at Buttercup.

            "It's…no…charge…"

            "Hey thanks, Mitch!"  Mitch Mitchelson nodded slowly and started to back away, staring.  Buttercup grinned at him.

            "Hey Mitch, want to go to the skate park tomorrow?"

            "Uhh…may…be…"

            "Cool!  See you tomorrow!"  Mitch dumbly nodded again and forced himself to turn around, walking away.  Butch glared at him.

            "Who's that?"  He asked sharply.

            "Mitch Mitchelson."  Said Blossom like it left a bad taste in her mouth.  "Some skater guy that Buttercup hangs out with sometimes.  He goes to our school, remember?"

"Oh yeah." 

Butch muttered.  Bubbles kissed Boomer goodbye.  Blossom and Brick blushed furiously while they talked.  Buttercup glared when Butch sort of, walked over. 

"What do you want?"  Butch, for the first time in his memory, flushed red.

"N-nothing."  Buttercup glared further, picked herself up out of the chair, and walked away.  Bubbles watched her go. 

"I think that went well."  She said to Blossom as they waved and walked out of the door.

Buttercup had apparently apparated home, because when her sisters walked through the doors the guitar was blaring again.  From within the pink bubble, Bubbles translated as No Doubt, I'm just a girl, but couldn't say the lyrics as it went against her personal morals.  Blossom frowned.

"So, what are we going to do next?"  Bubbles gave a strangely evil smile.

"I'd like to call this part…Operation Buttercup."

End of Chapter 2!

::coff:: Well, it's actually coming along.  I feel tremendously special with the reviews everyone gave me! ::sniffle:: Thank you so much!  Umm…well, if you like it, you can expect Chapter 3!  Thank you!  Bye!