This is the Forth Chapter to Just Another Cinderella

Please Note that this is Butch's Point of View the day after the dance.

I don't own the Power Puff Girls. Suppose I don't even own the plot really... So who ever made Cinderella owns that and not me. --;

Alright... this story is more just from Butch's day after the dance and him saying what's going on, versus him saying what's going on with some smart ass remark after words. I tried to make it funny, but I couldn't get the story to sound right with him saying whose talking and a comment afterwards. In other words this chapter lacks in funny.

Also: Please excuse any spelling/punctuation/English mistakes.

Blossom's a bitch, Princess has an outburst, and Butch lacks sarcasm in this chapter.

Enjoy!

(Butch)

"Chip Chip Chip Squeek."

"So it's Squeak Cherp Cherp." Giggles.

"No silly. Its Cherp Cherp Chip Squeak" More Giggles

"MERF!" I mumble through my drool covered pillow.

"Wakey, Wakey Butchy." The taunting voice of Boomer fills my room.

"Garrarr!" Stupid Boomer, why couldn't they learn squirrel in the other room.

"What's that Butch? I don't speak stupid." I sit up and see Boomer lean against my doorway. I throw my pillow at him before I fall back onto my bed. I hope the drool side hits him

"Hey Man!" Boomer growls flicking me off and sauntering into the laundry room. Face full of drool anyone?

I flop onto my stomach and stare at the heel I had picked up after Spit fire left in a hurry before staring at the glowing red numbers of my alarm clock.

9:45

Only unstable crazy people get up at this hour. Like my brothers and their girlfriends. Especially that dumbass Boomer trying to learn Squirrel... HA. Ill tell you one thing one I get a girlfriend no way am I going to be whipped like Brick and Boomer. Well I guess it isn't that early...

I push the covers off and throw my legs over the bed. There's no use trying to go back to dream land, their consistent chirping is driving me nuts. I really need to get out maybe looks for my Spit Fire, or get groceries. The only thing that's left in the fridge is some casserole from 3 weeks ago. Blossom made it... She might be smart in academics but cooking isn't her thing. I was throwing up for the whole week following that dinner.

I slip a new pair of jeans on and a t-shirt. I give them a quick sniff just to make sure they are clean. Well I think their clean, at least they don't smell like ass.

I walk down the hall way to the stairs, I stop at the laundry room where I had seen Boomer enter only minutes ago, well it's more like the room where we just throw dirty cloths and hope someone cleans them. This happens every other decade.

"You know man, you could study squirrels DOWN STAIRS." I bellow. This is the third time this week I've been waken up because of their stupid chirping and squeaking. The only reason he is learning squirrel is because he wants Bubbles to think he cares. I mean who actually uses it, beside Bubbles who gets a kick out of frolicking through the forest and singing to her animal friends in their language, but that doesn't count. Are there squirrels at the side of the road, and you can just stop and be like 'How Cherp Far Cheep to Squeak the Chip nearest Squeek Restaurant?'

"Get over it man, me and Bubbles want to study in my room. And we aren't studying squirrels, were learning their language." Boomer says rummaging through a pile of dirty cloths.

"Oh, and does Bubble like the scent '10 year old dirty shirt' too?" I sneer, and make my way down the stairs.

I spot Blossom and Brick in the living room, I can see Blossoms colossal bow from the arm chair, and Bricks baseball cap from the sofa. I do a quick double take and wander into the kitchen.

Blossom and Brick cuddle together on the couch every chance they get so I'm surprised. Blossom must be pissed again, good god how Brick stands her hissy fits is beyond me....

She breaks a nail and it's Armageddon. The way she screams when she gets in her fits it would be hard not to believe it's the end of the world. Bubbles told me once when she was having his fit that Blossom use to be calmer, more level headed and nice, and gasped when someone would use the word crap or any other swears word for that fact. But that was before her sister left and that was three years ago. Thus I call her Bitchy Blossom.

It's like she's on her period every other day. Can you say major mood swings?

I open the fridge and eye the jars of spoiled food before I grab a Cola and move to the living room.

I open the soda and sit down on the couch next to butch. The TV's on mute with some Football game playing. Brick stares at the TV while Blossom examines her nails, like there's something fascinating about them.

"You know soda in the morning, isn't at all nutritious." Like I care?

I glance at Brick who stares back at me, his eyes pleading me to do say something.

"So..." I start, "Blossom, did you enjoy the dance."

She looks up at me before sending a glare to Brick, "Why no Butch, I didn't enjoy the dance." Before I can get another word out she continues her face reddening with each word, "For you see, my boyfriend kept staring at another girls ASS!"

I hold my laugh in and take a sip of my soda.

"So how was your date Butch?" Blossom asks her pale complexion returning.

"Yeah, how was that?" Brick asks, glad that the topics not on him.

"Well..." I get interrupted as Boomer and Bubbles walk in. His arm slung around her shoulders.

"What'cha talking about?" Bubbles asks as she floats to the sofa and plops down, shortly followed by Boomer.

"I just asked Butch about his mystery date." Blossom states matter of factly.

"Oh, it wasn't that big a deal." Yes it was, but they tend to blow thing out of proportion. A mino to someone is like a whale to them...

"Come on... DETAILS MAN!" Brick yells, receiving a smack on the back of the head from Blossom.

"I'm going to go try find some food in this dump." Blossom says flipping her long hair over her shoulder. "Bubbles, are you coming?"

Bubble looks at her strangely, "Blossom you silly everyone knows there is never any food here," she giggles,"Well... Any edible food, that is."

"Bubbles!" she shrieks.

"Coming...." Bubbles mutters giving one last glance at Boomer before following after Blossom.

I wonder what crawled up her ass and died. I look at Brick and Boomer and it appears they are thinking the same thing.

"Come on, the girls are gone, tell us the good parts." Brick hisses leaning in close, so the girls don't hear. Boomer leans over too, not wanting to miss the conversation.

"What the fuck dude, what did you do to piss her off." I hiss back, ignoring his nagging.

"I was just looking at Sara and she freaks out, but that's not important, now spill. What she look like?"

"Well, she has these bright green eyes, and short black hair... and that's about it" I say, making a move for the door.

"Not so fast." Boomer says pulling me back onto the couch.

"We want more." Boomer says, Brick nods his head in agreement.

"She wore a green dress." I offer as more info.

"Is that it?" Brick asks

"Is what it?" Bubble questions floating into the living room, a bowl of chips in her hands.

"Just questioning Butch about his date." Boomer says taking the bowl from Bubbles and setting it on the coffee table.

"Butch, you got a date?" Bubble asks her blue eyes set on me.

"Yeah..." Great, suddenly I'm wishing my brothers were blind. I'm going to be here another hour at least.

"Well tell us about her then, I'm sure were all dying to know." Blossom says sitting back into her arm chair.

"Well..." I wish I could tell them more, but I didn't really get much out of her. I glance around at the four faces trained on me.

"Er... She had legs that went on for miles." I hope she does.

"How would you know Butch? She was wearing a dress, I assume." Blossom says a smirk playing on her overly glossed lips.

"Argh, she must be lucky then," Bubbles says ignoring Blossoms comment, "I wish my legs were long."

"Me too. I just hate my legs." Blossom says looking at her legs disappointed.

"Aw don't worry babe. I love your legs." Brick smirks, "You have legs that go on forever too."

"Excuse me?" Blossom asks, "My legs stop right here," she snaps extending her leg and pointing to her foot, "unless your implying I have... kankles or something!"

"No, No, No! I didn't mean..." Brick says red rising in his cheeks.

"Oh, just like you didn't mean to stare at Sara's ass the whole time at the dance!" Blossom screams, her eyes burning with anger as she stands up and storms towards the upstairs.

"Blossom! How many times do I have to apologize? Im Sorry!" Brick pleads

"When you mean it!" she yells at him, stomping up the stairs.

The sound of their shouts and the sound of slamming doors fill the room. I flinch as the words 'I hate you' ring through the upstairs and into the main floor. Boomer and I exchange a glance.

"I'm going to go shop for groceries." I say jumping off the couch, anywhere would be better then this hell hole. Hopefully those two wont rip up the upstairs too much.

"Yeah... were going to go to the park, isn't that right Bubbles." Boomer says pulling Bubbles off the couch and towards the front door.

"Yeah." She replies.

I grab some money out of the jar on top of the fridge and float out the front door and fly towards the supermarket.

I grab a cart and make my way through the aisle throwing things in. Hoping to get done soon, I want to see the major about something. I grab a can of pickles and throw them into the cart, right next to the box of doughnuts.

"Hey Butch!" Oh no...Anybody but her.

I look behind me to see Princess, red curls and all, standing behind me. Sporting a white Mini Mini Mini skirt. As in if it gets any shorter it will look like a belt. And a tight purple tank top.

"Hey... Princess." I say giving her a charming smile pushing my cart along the aisle looking at the shelf hoping she will go away.

From past experience its best to just smile and wait for her to leave. Making her mad seems to make her stay longer.

"Did you enjoy the dance?" she asks, batting her eyes at me which are coated in black and purple makeup. I always thought she resembled a clown with her hair and the makeup. All she was missing was the shoes and cloths... At least some cloths, part of her wardrobe could give some clowns a run for their money.

"It was great." I say, throwing a box of Frosted Flakes in the cart and continue down the aisle.

"Did you have a good time? I saw you dancing with Blaine, got to the left side of the room, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Oh Blaine? Yeah, we went to the couple's side. He was o.k. I didn't really like want to be his dance partner, I wanted someone else to like ask me, but he never did, and I didn't want to look like a fool, you know? I mean what would it look like if the most popular girl in all of like Townsville didn't make it to the couple side... My reputation would be like truly ruined!"

"I'm sure you would be just fine." Besides your daddy could buy you a new one," and who's this guy that didn't ask you?" God knows how many guys want you, excluding me, and guys with some taste.

"You." My cart comes to a halt. Crap.

"Umm... That's nice... Princess." Well I wasn't expecting that. I continue to push it down the aisle.

She looks at me with confusion, "What? You don't like me?"

"No, no, It's not that, it's jus..."

"It's just what? You didn't like dancing with me?"

"Then what is it?!" she shrieks, her hands ball into fists, her face taking on the same coloring of her hair. This conversation looks like its turning into Brick's and Blossoms argument.

"It's just I don't feel the same way about you."

"Who do you like then?" she yells. I don't know who's worse Blossom or Princess. People are starting to stare now...

"Oh! Like let me guess, it was that little...," she stutters trying to find the right word, "bitch you were dancing with at the ball!"

Like Princess would know Spit Fire, much less know she is a bitch... Or maybe she does know her...

"Do you know her?"

"Who?"

"That girl I was dancing with, black hair, green eyes."

She snorts flipping her hair over her shoulder, "Yeah me and the rest of Townsville. When she use to live here she thought she was so popular, but really only like some people liked her. Well a lot of people did...

Ok everyone liked her but like I was still more popular."

"Why did she leave?" I ask suddenly interest in the conversation.

"How the hell would I know, and why would I care."

"Does she have a name?"

"Duh Butch, of course she has a name, like how many people do you know don't have one." She said twirling a strand of hair with her finger.

"Well what's her name then?" Yes! Finally Ill get to know her name.

"Her name was Butters."

"Butters? As in the stuff you put on toast?" Is that really her name... And I thought my name sucked...

"How would I know? It's not like I was her friend or anything."

I check my watch: 11:45. If I weren't late to meet the Mayor I'd be jumping around, I know Spit fire's name! And what a strange name at that. "Princess I got to go."

"Why?" she pouts.

"I have to go," I grab her face and give her a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks for the information!"

I push the cart down the aisle towards checkout. Throwing my things on the counter, watching as the clock ticked.

"Good morning Miss Belum, sorry I'm late." I say

"It's alright, I'm sure the Mayor didn't even notice. Hold on just a minute" She says picking up the phone and talking to the person on the other line, putting the phone down for a moment she presses a small button, and the doors to the Mayors office opens, "the Mayor will see you now."

I walk inside the large room, and saunter over to the mayor's desk.

"Ahh... Butch, I was wondering when our meeting was. Have a seat, now you wanted to talk about a transfer?"

When I finally get home it's already 8:30, I grab the grocery bags from the back, glad I hadn't boughten anything that need to be put in the fridge

"Hey." I say setting the bags on the kitchen table currently occupied by Blossom, Boomer and Bubbles, "Where's Brick?"

"He's outside." Blossom says rummaging through one of the bags "Is this all you got?"

"Sorry your highness, I didn't know I was buying food for you now too." I snap pulling out the needed supplies to make a peanut butter sandwich.

"Why's Brick outside?" I hiss to Boomer when Blossom seems to be occupied.

"Blossom and him are on the rocks." He whispers back as I start making two sandwiches.

I finish making the two sandwiches and grab a napkin before speaking again, "I'm going to go talk to Brick. I'll see you guys later."

"That's a good idea Butch," Bubbles says glaring at Blossom, "I believe me and Blossom are going to go home and have a little chat. We'll see you tomorrow."

I grab the two plates, with a sandwich on each one walk through the kitchen and into living room and out the front door.

I float up the side of the house to the roof, the place all of us go when we need to think. I spot Brick sitting cross legged staring at the stars.

"You know... I've been thinking." He says not turning around to look at me.

I float over to him and sit down next to him handing him a plate, "And what were you think about?"

"Well Boomer's have Bubbles. And I've got Blossom," he snorts, "every other day."

"Yeah, I know that but what's the point?" I ask taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Well remember how when we all started dating each other, you wanted to meet Buttercup because, it appeared destined the Rowdy Ruff Boys and The Power Puff Girls were made for each other, But since you connected with this new girl. I don't know anymore..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well if it really isn't destined for the Rowdy Ruffs to be with the Puff girls. I don't know why I'm still with Blossom."

"I was wondering the same thing."

"Butch..."

"Sorry, Sorry, So are you going to dump her?"

"I don't know." He says shaking his head sadly. I never was one for the emotional crap, never could take it much either.

"I'm tired..." I say, "I'm going to go to bed, Ill see you tomorrow"

I float up the stairs to my room, making sure to shut it behind me, in hopes tommorrow's session of Squirrel wont wake me up.

I flop into my bed, not bothering to kick my shoes off or pull the covers over my body.

I begin to drift asleep but a knock on the door brings me back to the real world.

"Come in." I mumble not lifting my head from its place on my pillow.

"Hey." Brick whispers "Make sure you pack tomorrow."

"Pack for what?" I groan, the last road trip the Rowdy Ruff Boys took ended up with me passed out in front of our locked hotel room, Brick drunk and naked on the room of a casino and Boomer streaking down the main road.

"Blossom wants to visit her sister."

"So why doesn't she just go? And I thought you were breaking up." Really like I want to spend any more time with that prissy bitch then I already have to.

"We are working things out. She said she wants me for emotional support."

I snort, "As a support in which to throw objects at when mad? No thanks Brick."

"Come on Butch. Plllleeeaaasseee? I might need your help" Brick begs.

"No, and what would you need my help for?"

"I.... ahhh.." He stutters, "I need help finding something."

"No."

"Oh come on when have I ever asked for your help??"

"That time the cops were looking for some guy dressed in red shaving peoples head and I lied and said I didn't know what they were talking about, or that time you were going through your naked faze and had to bring your cloths to the police station, or when you ran around stealing people money at the casino, or that time you stole a truck filled with dairy products then threw them off the roof of a building at passing cars in a drunken stupor or that..."

"Stop! I get it I get it. And you said you would never repeat anything about my... faze!" He hisses, "But just come... for me."

"If I say I will go, will you leave and let me go to sleep?"

"Of course"

"Fine, I'll go."

Another one bites the dust, please Read and Review!

Next Chapter: Buttercup prepares for the arrival of her Sisters and the Rowdy Ruff boys. Buttercup's past begins to be revealed.

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Don't know what to do with the next chapter. Don't know if I should keep Blossom and Brick together...