This is the Third Chapter to Just Another Cinderella
Please Note that this is Buttercup's Point of View the day after the dance.
I don't own the Power Puff Girls.
I would have liked to have added more of Buttercup's friends from CitiesVille, and had originally wrote the story as such, but when I reread it I was disappointed, so there will be little of them in the chapter, I hope to add more of them though in the fifth chapter. I explain a little bit of buttercups past, much more to come in chapter five.
A portion of this story will be a phone conversation, so hope it's not too confusing!
The next two chapters will be a little... more sad and less funny so... yeah...
Also: Please excuse any spelling/punctuation/English mistakes.
Italics: Blossom
Enjoy!
Buttercup
I floated home, because I missed the bus home, so when I got into my apartment, I was more then happy to crash into my bed and fall into dream land, hopeful to have my Mystery Man in my dreams, I didn't but that's not the point, so when I woke up this morning, to find my ankle swollen to the size of a hippo's nostril, I panicked to say the least.
As I rummaged through my cabinets in the bathroom, I floated into the kitchen, which looks like a stampede of cocaine addicted poodles ran through. Random boxes of food, bottles of who knows what spewed around, I'm the notorious Buttercup, the one who fights and I have no medicine not even a single Band-Aid!!! I growl as I kick a box of Caption Crunch across the room, and watch as it hits the wall across from me, falls to the floor and flings a wave of Caption Crunch across my apartment.
I grumbled as I picked, a small piece of crunch from my hair before I grabbed my bag and floated out of the apartment making sure to slam the door, even though It's not like I actually like anyone in my apartment and care enough to not wake them up.
I float into the garage my feet dangling around a centimeter off the ground. Hopefully Beck won't notice I'm a good half hour late.
I have a bag of ice wrapped around my ankle with duck tape, because well I just don't really have bandages and medicine in my apartment, believe it or not. I mean who'd a thunk that I can beat up monsters, stop villains but when it comes to a pair of heels, I crash and burn. So this morning, or should I say night, its flipping 4 in the morning, I bought a bag of ice and a roll of duck tape, and boom, I have AnklePainBegGone, not sold in stores.
The sun isn't even up, but the city is already wakening, but Roja Perra's Garage never sleeps, my current job occupation resides there. Course the Garage might be up, but I'm sure as hell not. You can tell by the way by eyelids are half opened, or half closed if your one of those philosopher's who's always going around, is the glass half empty or half full?
Who CARES? The only thing I want to know is what's in the glass, and if refills are possible.
Beck, also known as the slave driver around here, has already given the morning staff their schedule today, so if I'm careful maybe I can slip into the small office that I share with Mudd, and rest my ankle, or take a nap... or think about mystery man... Or maybe Beck's going to find me... Shit. Shit. Shit.
"You look like shit" Thanks for noticing, "AND you're late." Again, thanks for noticing.
"I know, and Beck, I have an excellent reason." Well I think it's a good reason.
"You better have come up with a better excuse than some villain because you have been gone all weekend, and we've been keeping them in check. Oh and that, crazy monkey excuse, what's its name? MoJo? Don't even try it Buttercup." Buttercup... I wonder how many things have Butter in them...
"Has nothing to do with MoJo JoJo. Has to do with the dance." Butterfly
"Buttercup now's not the t..." Butterscotch
"I got to the other side." I like Scotch. Not that I've had it or anything...
"ime..."I look up, Either she's excited, pissed, or constipated. I hope it wasn't the last one. Or the middle one, she tends to throw things when pissed, and that Chemical X in her really doesn't help the one getting thrown at
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything." I say rolling my eyes. How cliché, can't help it though.
"Well, I'm taking my break now anyway," She never does anything, her day is just one big break, "This better be one good goddamn story, Butters, so their better be romance, angst, the whole enchilada!"
"Beck your allergic to enchiladas remember?" she gives me a glare and doesn't say anything.
She turns around quick, her braid nearly smacking me, if Beck was ever in a situation where she couldn't use any of her limbs and was being attacked all she would have to do is swing her head around, I swear to god her braid is like a whip, she would make Cat woman look bad.
She flies into her office, her whip braid thingy following with her.
I follow her not as fast, floating after her, maybe I can get a couple days off for this ankle thing, but I'll have to play hurt.
She's sitting in her little rolling chair, you know the kinds where you can race them around, that she actually paid for, when I finally get to her office, I pull one of the beaten up old chairs out, of course were not good enough for a rolly chair, and sit down wincing as I place my hurt leg up onto the other chair, but I think she sees through it, because all she does is raise one of her highly waxed eyebrows.
"And then the Midnight bells rang, and I turned and fled."
"Why didn't you stay?! A good looking guy with Chemical X! Do you know how hard it is to find one of those?" Mudd says, receiving a smack from Jared
"As much as I don't agree with Mudd on her last statement, I agree with the first, I mean come on Buttercup, when's the last time you went on a date?" Jared asks
"I date people." I say
Mudd and Jared exchange a glance, "Like who?"
"Umm... Teddy! Yes Teddy!" I say smugly. I dated him like a week ago of something, He was so cute, but there wasn't much going on inside his head...
"Buttercup. That was last year."
"Oh..." Ok a week to a year, so I was a little off.
"We could always set you up with Nick." How did they know I hav- had a crush on him?
"Don't deny it, he just dumped Karen, why not give It a go?" Because that would make me the rebound chick.
"Are you guys trying to rule my life or something?" I say, eyeing them with fake suspicion
"Come on Buttercup, you really need a fresh start with your nonexistent dating life. This guy might be the answer if not you can always use him as a friend with benefits!" Mudd smirks. And she wonders where she got her name from?
"MUDD" We shout in unison.
"Really Mudd, cant you keep you mind out of the gutter for one minute?" Jared says, his eyes narrowing.
"What can I say, maybe I should be a street cleaner?" she says quickly changing the subject, "So you going to get the day off?"
"Don't know, haven't asked yet." I hope so, AnklePainBegGone was is quite effective in stopping pain, but its quite ugly, and embarrassing to have on your ankle.
"Well go ask," Jared says giving me a push towards Beck's office, "Go home. Clean, and then invite us over, ok?"
"Yes and go grocery shopping, and remember I like the chips with little ruffles." Ha, and they don't own my life.
"Yeah, yeah, I know Ruffles not Lays, what time are you coming over?" I ask grabbing a plastic bag and throwing a few things off my desk and into it.
"Lets make it 10?" Jared asks
"Sure, I've got to go talk to Beck first though."
"Then go!" They say in unison pushing me towards the door.
I scowl at them and float into Beck's office, where she sits in her rolling chair typing away at her computer.
"I suppose you want the day off then?" Beck asks, not bothering to look up form the computer.
"Well that would be nice, I don't want it to get infected, I mean, it might have to be amputated then, and you'd be missing your favorite worker." I say giving her a lopsided grin.
"Fine since your tale was so... fascinating you can have the next couple days off." I should just start making up stories.
"Will I get my..."
"Yes, I'll still pay you. Heading over to Lewis's?"
"Yup, got to pick up a few things. See you later then Beck"
I throw the plastic bag over my shoulder, containing the few things I gathered from my desk.
Which consisted of, a notebook, a few papers I had to finish, and a bag of Cheetos. I had Mountain Dew and Dr.Pepper last time I checked, but when I entered the office I saw Mudd kick a can under her desk...
The Selfish Baboon.
Even though it is early, there is already people power walking down the side walk, probably late for some job... A job with some slave driving boss like Beck.
I float down the side of the side walk, only newbies to the town find my floating strange, otherwise the rest of the town could care less. I was surprised when I moved to CitiesVille, more like forced to move, I walked most of the time, my first few weeks, Didn't want to freak people out, so when I was walking back to my shitty apartment, BOY was I surprised when, some Latin looking chick flies right past me!
I tried to get her attention but, she was out of hearing distance, the next week I searched up and down and finally found her.
Turns out it was the famous Beck, owner of a car garage and well known Test X victim.
Of course at the time, I didn't know why anyone would call themselves a Test X victim, much less know what it was, so when I asked her that, I was shocked to find out 10 years back a lab had done testing on humans with Chemical X, Called Test X. Taking orphans and homeless people as test subjects, because no one really know they were missing, and injected them with Chemical X.
When the government found out they had paid the victims to keep quite and deleted all records of it happening.
Beck had used her money to start a garage, where a lot of Test X victims worked.
Beck also got me a much better apartment than the one I originally lived in. It was must like a cellar, cold and dark. Rats included for free. And it cost a lot too!
Beck keeps saying she can get me a better apartment but, I'm quite fond of the one I'm in right now, its pretty big, and the cost isn't to bad. A great improvement from my first apartment.
She also introduced me to people around the town like Miss Lewis. She was a Test X victim too, but unlike most of the victims she is in her late sixties while most were under thirty. I know a lot of people felt sympathy for her.
Her husband died when she was taken away from the streets to be tested on. When she returned to find him, she found out he had died of pneumonia.
She works at the grocery store, fetching people what they needed. Beck told me that's all she did, was work and sleep, to forget her husband.
I walk through the sliding doors of the store, the a.c's in high, making the store feel like a meat cellar. I catch sight of a small woman with graying hair and walk over.
"Hey Miss Lewis."
"Why Hello Buttercup. Haven't seen you in a couple of days, everything alright I hope. How are y... Oh my goodness what happened to your foot?" She is The mother I never had, I guess.
"Just a little accident, Miss Lewis, nothing to worry about." I say smiling.
"Are you sure you don't want me to look at it?"
"No, no, I'm ok Miss Lewis."
"Well if you say so... What can I help you with today?"
"I need some salsa, and chips. Oh and some Ruffles for Mudd."
"Alright, just wait at counter three and I will get your things." I smile and head over to the counter with the flashing three over head.
I set my bags on the counter, and throw my mail onto the kitchen table. Nothing good in the mail, Bills, some crappy magazine I didn't subscribe too and some letter inviting me to become the next Miss CitiesVille. Yeah... right.
I have three days to do nothing but sit and bum around...
I walk over and sit down on the couch and stare at the mass of gray clouds outside. It always seems CitiesVille is just one big storm waiting to happen, but it never does... If that even makes sense.
Maybe I should read...
I pick up the book, 'Lovely Bones' from my coffee table, I had been reading the book for a couple days but today it just didn't seem interesting.
Maybe I will read a little later... I set the book back down and sigh.
What should I do?
I grab the channel changer and flick through the channels finding nothing interesting.
Nothing but garbage on.
The Teletubbies, some make over show, and crappy MTV videos.
I shut the T.V off and float into my room. When all else fails... take a nap.
What's the use of being off, if you have nothing to do?
I flop onto my large bed and snuggle into the covers, letting myself falling into unconsciousness.
Ring
"Mar..."
Ring
"Wuuu?"
Ring
"Stupid phone! Shut up!" I yell knocking the phone off my nightstand and onto the floor, I feel around next to my bed looking for it, I finally grab it.
"Hello?"
"Buttercup?"
"Yeah?"
"It's me Blossom."
"Oh..."
".............................."
"Is there something you wanted Blossom? I mean as much as I'd love to talk about life with you, I actually have a job, because I have to support myself."
"I just.... wanted to talk to you."
"Well what do you want to talk about?"
"I'm taking a trip to CitiesVille in a couple of days. I wanted to know If I could visit."
"I guess."
"........................................."
"Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"
"Us."
"Us?"
"Yes, Us."
"What us?"
"The Power Puff Girls."
"No Blossom, remember, there are no Power Puff Girls, remember?"
"Butte..."
"No Blossom, you ban me from my own home, my home!"
"Well what was I supposed to do? The City would have you kicked out no matter what."
"Blossom, you didn't stand up for me at all!"
"What did you want me to do, get kicked out along with you? Buttercup, I have to finish school. You know that.
"No I don't. Your stupid academics are more important than your family. Your own Sister! Blossom, you sold me out! And for what? What's your excuse, it seems to change every year? Is it still because you need the money for college? Is it Blossom? Huh! Is it?!"
"I asked the mayor, and he says you can come back, as long as history doesn't repeat itself."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, all you have to do is agree to sign an apology and a contract saying you will never do it again and your back in."
"Why would I sign an apology for something I didn't do?"
"Buttercup I don't care if you did it or no..."
"You still think I did it! Don't you? You never believed me!"
"Buttercup... Please. Just sign the contract."
"Why? It's not like I'd have anything good to come home too."
"But Buttercup... We miss you..."
"Oh you sure miss me, and you sure missed me when you told the Mayor where I was? Or is that just your version of touch luck."
"Buttercup, what was I supposed to do? They formed a riot outside our house!"
"Correction, outside your house. And who do you think you are? Blossom you have super power, you can defeat a 3 hundred foot monster but a few people and you hide?"
"Buttercup I couldn't hurt them!"
"Why not?"
"Because.."
"Because what? You hurt me and you seemed just fine with that. Why would some village idiot make a difference?"
"They were my friends..."
"Blossom, I am your sister! Does me being your sister mean nothing to you? And you wonder why I wouldn't want to come back."
"My god Buttercup, I thought you were a better person.Cant you try to change?"
"You know what Blossom, I am a better person, and why would I want to change, what I am now is way better any day then being a selfish prude bitch like you! And while your sulking for being such a jerk tell Bubbles I'm keeping her shoes."
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Third chapter down, please Read and Review!
Yeah... I just saw anchorman, so that scotch part, kudos to them.
Next Chapter: Butch finds out her name. And Brick and Blossom's relationship takes a turn for the worse.
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