Polska – Hmm, sorry for updating late, but my brain was dead. I had total writer's block. I couldn't think of anything to write, but I finally came up with something.
But for now, review replies, review thanks:
Mad Mauser: I know it took me long to update, but like I said, I was suffering from writer's block, and that's the truth. But here's the update!
Somewei: Thanks for the review! I hope you like this chapter.
It is emotional, isn't it. But don't worry; I won't spoil the story, but eventually something good happens to Blossom. Keep reviewing!
Hairy Gregory: You know, I think you reviewed all of my Powerpuff Girls' stories and their chapters. Wow, you really are a loyal reviewer. Thank you! But anywho, when Bubbles' eyes glowed dark, I completely forgot about that episode, but now that you reminded me, it does seem kind of similar.
As for Bloss, you'll just have to see what she does. And yeah, I didn't want her to go psycho on Princess…I don't want this to become a fighting story.
And I think you'll be very surprised at the end of the chapter. Please keep reviewing!
Lil Fang: Yes I'm sure nobody will commit suicide. If you read my song fic, 'What You Waiting For' then you'd know, so don't worry. And Blossom won't go all 'gothic', I promise. She won't even cut herself. But anyways, please keep reviewing, even though your reviews are really weird.
Kezzer: Dark is always the best. : D I love good descriptions. I feel that it helps make the story a whole lot better. Anyways, sorry for the late update, but here ya go!
Lindsey: I never do anything other than those match-ups. Thanks for the compliments. Keep reviewing!
Heartgrenade: Heart grenade…that's from the American Idiot album. : D I love Green Day…but anywho, thanks for the real nice compliments. I'm glad you like my story (stories?) and I hope you keep reviewing this story and the next one I post up.
Hampsterofdestruction: Thanks for the review. I wanted to make this story really sad, so it'd be hard not cry. I guess I managed that. : D Please continue to review!
Polska – Whoot! That's a lot of reviews for one chapter. Thank you, and keep reviewing!
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Polska – So now, read and review!
It was Friday, the day after Bubbles' little talk with Brick and Blossom's little spat with the spoiled brat of the city, Princess. Buttercup was at home, glum and bored, after trying to contact Butch six times that morning. Unfortunately, four of the times she called the Ronalds' household, but he wasn't home, and the other two times she called them, Boomer and Doctor Ronalds were using the phone. Buttercup had never felt so alone in her life.
But Buttercup had more important things to focus on: like Blossom for instance. She seemed so upset…upset enough to go gothic on them and start cutting herself…eventually leading to suicide…
Buttercup shook her head. No, she thought, I won't think those things. Blossom's too sensible to do those things. She wouldn't dare to do that. Blossom had so many things to live for. She was ambitious and would never kill herself without reaching her goals. The pink puff was just like that. Even a worthless ex-boyfriend couldn't change that.
"Blossom will be fine," Buttercup murmured to herself. "But will I be?" She stared down at the marble counter at which she was sitting at and frowned. Where was Butch? What was he doing? Why wasn't he contacting her? Who was he with, if he was with someone? How was he doing? When was he coming home? Those questions burned through Buttercup's brain as she tried to think of places he would be.
Sighing, the green puff stood up, and walked over to the phone. Picking up the receiver, she dialled the Ronalds' home phone, and waited to someone to pick up.
"Come on…" she muttered.
Finally – "Hello?" said a pleasant voice over the phone. It was Doctor Ronalds.
"Hey Doctor. Is Butch home?" Buttercup asked.
"Yes, he is," Doctor Ronalds replied sweetly. "Just a moment, dear."
Buttercup inhaled and smiled to herself. He was finally home!
"Hello?" came a deep, male voice.
"Hey Butch," Buttercup answered. She could have jumped for joy, but settled for smiling widely.
"Oh, um, hey Butters," Butch said, calling her the nickname he used.
Buttercup's smile instantly faded. Was it just her, or did Butch sound much less enthusiastic about talking to her than she did?
"I was just wondering if you wanted to do something with me today?" she asked.
"Um…sorry Buttercup, but I uh can't…" Butch replied. "I'm uh getting together with Brick and Boomer today…no um actually just Boomer 'cause Brick is like quarantined from us." He gave a nervous laugh.
Buttercup frowned. He didn't seem quite sure of himself, but then again, Butch never did seem quite sure of himself, ever.
"Oh, that's okay, I guess. I'll talk to you tomorrow maybe," she said, trying to keep the disappointment from her voice. She and Butch exchanged good-byes and Buttercup hung up the phone, sad that Butch couldn't cancel his plans with Boomer to hang out with her.
Then the doorbell rang. Annoyed enough, Buttercup reluctantly walked towards the door, and opened it, and was surprised to see Boomer standing there.
"Hey Buttercup," he began warmly, "Is Bubbles home?"
Buttercup was speechless.
"I thought you were hanging out with Butch today?" she asked him suspiciously. The blue ruff look genuinely surprised.
"What? He told you that? No, I just came by to see if Bubbles wanted to do something," he explained. Buttercup grew angry. Butch lied to her.
"Bubbles will be home soon. Just wait for her. I have a Rowdyruff to confront," she told Boomer angrily, and stormed out of the house, leaving a bewildered Boomer at the door.
××××
Blossom sat cross-legged in her room, on her bed, tossing a small silver knife from one hand to the other, staring at it intently. The night before, she had come home late on purpose, and snuck into the lab, and stole the knife.
Flashback
It was late at night, somewhere near midnight. Blossom was sure that her siblings and the Professor were fast asleep. That had places to go and people to see the next morning. The Puff leader cautiously opened the front door and peeked around the dark living room, just to make sure the Professor or Buttercup weren't up late watching T.V. They weren't. She quietly headed towards the Professors' lab, and opened the door as silently as she could. Zipping inside and closing the door, she trotted quietly down the steps, flicked on the light switch and began searching.
"Where did he put it," she murmured to herself as she searched through the drawers and underneath piles and piles of lab notes.
'Are you doing the right thing?' a voice in the back of her head asked. It was her conscience
'Yes,' she insisted in her head, and finally opened a small metal drawer, and sifted through the piles and piles of items, and finally found a small silver rod, with an incredibly sharp tip and edge. This was it; she knew it was. Blossom quickly shut the drawer shut, pocketed the knife and hurried upstairs, flicking off the light, and up to her bedroom. The pink puff slipped the knife into her underwear drawer and hurried to her bed, pulled the covers up to her chin, knowing she'd sleep soundly that night.
End Flashback
She was just lucky enough not to get caught. That was good, right? But then she pondered this. Had the Professor busted her, she would not be alternating the knife between her hands and she would not be thinking about doing what she wanted to do. Was it really the right thing to do? Was ending her life the easiest thing to do to release her pain? For some odd reason she doubted it.
Blossom placed the tip of the knife to her wrist and stared down at it. She was frozen, and couldn't think clearly at the moment. Could she do it? Would she do it? She couldn't decide. Gingerly – so as to not cut herself by accident – Blossom lowered the knife and tossed it aside.
"What am I doing? I can't do this," Blossom said aloud. She thought about how Buttercup and Bubbles and the Professor would feel…how all her friends would feel, and she knew she couldn't do it.
"There has to be an easy way to help keep the pain away," Blossom thought aloud.
××××
In the meantime, Bubbles was flying home from her talk with Brick. It irritated her to hear Brick tell her that she was wrong. When it came to feelings, Bubbles was never wrong. And she definitely wasn't wrong this time. Bubbles landed in front of the Utonium household and was surprised to see Boomer standing there.
"What are you doing here, Boomie?" she asked him sweetly.
"I was looking for you, and then Buttercup just zipped off. I think she was looking for Butch or something. She said something about him lying to her," Boomer explained. Bubbles stood there, shocked. She could barely imagine what Buttercup would do to Butch if she found him.
Brick
He was sitting by the window, his chin on his hand, and staring absorbedly out the window. Brick was still running Bubbles' words through his head, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget about them. But that wasn't all he was thinking about.
"This sucks," Brick muttered to himself. "I don't want to think about this, yet, whenever I try to forget it, I always end of feeling guilty about it."
He leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh. Times like this were so difficult.
××××
Buttercup muttered angrily to herself as she zipped through the air, finally landing in a secluded alley with a dead-end. She walked towards the corner, shoulders hunched and brows furrowed, looking ready to kill. But as she was about to round the corner, she heard voices talking. Buttercup stopped dead in her tracks, and cupped her ear with her hand, listening closely.
"Do you think she'll shocked?" a female voice was saying. Buttercup knew that voice, yet she couldn't quite place it.
"Yeah, duh. It'll come as a huge surprise," a deeper voice replied. It was Butch. Buttercup inhaled and clenched her fists, but listened closer.
"I wonder what her face will look like when you tell Buttercup?" the female voice continued. The voice was so familiar, yet, she didn't quite know who it belonged to. But more importantly, Butch and the girl were talking about her.
"Don't worry Brooke. She won't know what hit her."
Buttercup clenched her fists tighter. It was Brooke Jones, popular girl extraordinaire, and one of the Powerpuff Girls' closest friends. Buttercup felt betrayed; how could one of her friends do this to her? How could she go behind the green puffs' back and steal Butch away from her? Before she knew it, Buttercup zipped around the corner, face flushed and eyes looking dangerous.
"YOU'VE BEEN CHEATING ON ME!"
Polska – Ah! It's a surprise ending to a chapter, and I don't know what came over me. I was brain-dead, and I couldn't think of anything to write. -.- It's not my longest chapter yet, but at least I wrote something. Sorry it was REALLY late. I'm so sorry. School's starting in a few days for me, so I think I'll have time to finish. If not, I'll update after homework, or on a free weekend.
But now that I've finally finished, please review and tell me what you think of the ending! There will be only one more chapter after this, and then I'll start my next story; the sequel to 'What You Waiting For/Be With Me'.
Oh and by the way, I own Brooke Jones.