This is the fifth Chapter to Just Another Cinderella

Please Note that this is Buttercup's Point of View.

After severe writers block, I have written the fifth chapter!

Oh... And I have nothing against the name Jim, it was the only name I could think up of at the time.

I do not own the Power Puff Girls or the Rowdy Ruff Boys.

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

Enjoy!

(&&)Buttercup(&&)

"Do you know what the problem is?"

"Huh?" I believe it would be your abnormally small brain.

"Sir, I can't help you if you do not tell me. Now what is the matter with your car? Is it the engine? Have you checked the engine?"

"I checked dat thing-ama-gigger right thur" People with this man's intelligence should never be allowed to reproduce.

"Sir, that's the battery."

"Nah, dat's da engine." Dear lord, if his family has as much brains as he does they shouldn't be allowed to reproduce.

"No, that's the battery, that's the engine."

"No! Dat's da Engine!" He shouldn't be let out of his house either, his stupid might cause an epidemic.

"Alright, Fine, please just tell me what the problem is."

"Its make dis... put put sound when yer start it and..."

"Alright Mr.Dumale I will see what we can do about it, but if you will please excuse me I have another appointment in 5 minutes. I will call you when we figure out what is the problem." I float out of the room quick making sure to dart down the hall before he can get another word in.

Mr. Dumale... ahhh what a strange creature, I prefer to call him Mr.Dumbass, not to his face, but it wouldn't really matter he cant tell the difference between a car engine and a battery, Much less his last name to the word Dumbass, I think its quite an improvement if you ask me.

He comes in every other week with some problem wrong with his hunk a junk car. His car's fine, I don't even have to pop the hood to tell you that, he's been in here so much, under the hood looks pretty hot we've installed all new pieces, it's the outside that sucks, A pale blue color, with rust covering a large percent and rust holes everywhere. But that's okay! That's what Dumale thinks bumper stickers are for, Rust Hole patches. He might as well cover the whole goddamn car, save us all from looking at his piece a shit car.

So one might wonder why he comes in every other week, to hit on the employees of course, but I'm not worried much, Beck's already in the process of having a restraining order put on him. I mean really, what would his wife think?

I throw the door open to my office and sit down, trying to ignore the snickering Mudd.

"How was your time with Mr. Dumale?"

"Peachy Fucking Keen," I glare at her, "Don't you have some car to go fix? Beck's not paying you to sit on your fat ass all day."

"For you information Bitchcup, I happen to like my butt, I can sit on it and moon people when ever I like, the options are quite endless, just because your nervous about your sisters coming doesn't mean you have to act like a total piss ass about it. Now I demand you apologize to me this instant!" She says flipping hair over her shoulder.

"Well SOR-RY" Not.

"That's better, now have you cleaned your apartment up yet?"

"Nope, but it's on my 'to do list'."

"Well I hope it's near the top. Your house is filthy. And I'm sure your sister will think even less of you when the walk into a house covered in cereal."

Having her call my house filthy is very ironic, considering her name is Mudd and her house is much dirtier then mine.

"Im going to leave the job to Jim, I mean then I don't have to feed him." I say

"I'm amazed you haven't been caught for kidnapping yet Buttercup." She snorts

"Really, You people make such a big deal out of it. OKAY, so I took a dog, not just any dog, a neglected dog, I bet the owners, who ever they are haven't even figured out he is gone yet! I mean the number of time's it got in the way during a fight! Or when Mojo tried to take over the world with the help of all his little monkey friends, I had to keep dropping things to go save that dogs hiney."

"Well if you stole him, you could have at least given him a better name."

"Excuse you, but I happen to like the name Jim thank you very much."

"You forget this is coming from someone with the name 'Buttercup'"

"Shut up. How many people do you see around town with the Name Mudd?"

"Well at least my name isn't all... Girly!"

No she didn't.

"Well at least MY name isn't all DIRTY!"

"You take that back!"

"Make Me!"

We glare at each other, if only looks could kill.

"You know... I just thought of something." She says after a good minute of silence.

"And what's that?"

"That our hineys are attracted to our chairs."

I open the door to my apartment and float in, not wanting to cause more damage to the cereal civil war happening on the floor.

I throw my keys onto the table, I watch them skid off the smooth surface of the table at hit the floor. I never was the best thrower.

Jim sits on my couch, his tongue hanging out the side.

Good for nothing dog.

He is supposed to be like a vacuum eat every morsel of food I drop on the ground...

But nooooooooooooo....

I got the dog that can talk, drive a car, but cereal on the floor, that's too good for him. I've seen that dog food he eats, I'd think cereal would be so much... better?

I mean the same kind of food everyday, Kibble and Bits with GRAVY.

YUM.

For like the first couple weeks maybe, but after that the gravy think would just get old.

I sympathize for all dogs, the same type of food forever? There has to be some law against it. It could register as animal abuse.

I mean, would you want to eat potatoes and gravy for the rest of your life?

I don't think so.

But Jim never complains, so he will suffer then, from the wrath of the dog food.

Just as I shall suffer from the cereal...

Life. It's just one Mosh Pit isn't it?

I open the closet door and grab a broom, I might as well start with the cleaning now.

I sweep a path from my kitchen to living room before throwing the broom back into the closet and shutting the door. At least if there is a path, I won't step on any.

I pull the shades down over the windows in my apartment, Can't have peeking Tom's now could we. Well good luck to them, I'm on the thirty first floor.

I look at the clock on the wall, it reads 11:23.

Bah...

I need a life.

All I do is work, work, work. I feel like friggen snow white, cleaning for all those little dwarf people.

But I don't work for dwarf people, I work for Beck, and I don't work in a little cabin in the forest, I work at a car garage. And I don't have some evil step mom trying to kill me off either.

I have sisters to do that instead.

Well Bubbles isn't bad.

It's just that other bitch.

I float over to the couch and pick up Jim, who doesn't really seem to notice that he's been moved. He just kinda stares off into space.

I sometimes really worry for the dog. It seems his brain is fried.

I bet it's the dog food.

I float into my room, setting him on the end of the bed, watching Jim move up and down on the water bed.

I snort, every time I go to bed the scene from 'Edward Scissor Hands' pops into my head.

I flop onto my bed, waiting for the bed to settle down below me, before I pull the sheets up from their spot at the end of the bed.

I hear Jim snore from the end of my bed, I wish I could fall asleep that easily.

But the whole Blossom Situation...

It really has my knickers all up in a twist.

I mean Blossom will be here soon, in a couple days. I'm not ready. Not in the least bit. My house is a mess, I'm worn out and tired, in no mood to see people that damaged my life. And I guess all I want is just my emerald eyes.

Sometimes Blossom just makes me so... Angry.

I mean can you believe what she fucking said to me when we were living together?

"Buttercup, the way you've been acting... I think your Satan's right hand!"

"Yeah well, If I'm Satan's right hand, then you, Blossom, must be God's middle finger."

Ugh. Just thinking about her makes me want to punch someone's face in. And for some strange reason, the face of a girl with brown and red hair, with pink eyes is flashing through my mind.

I mean who does she think she is? Britney Spears? She needs to get over herself! She thinks 'Oh I'm the leader, what I say goes and when the towns people want you gone Buttercup you must go because I'm a stupid pink bitch!'

Or

'I'm the stupid leader of a stupid girl group and when I want to stay at your house, you better make goddamn room for me because I'm coming whether you like it or not!"

Ok... So she might not call herself a stupid pink bitch, I was exaggerating there, but Beck's therapist said it's good to get emotions out. Since Beck or her therapist didn't specify how to get emotions out, a metal bat to Blossom is sounding rather scrumptious right now.

Why she would even want to come and stay with me, she always is babbling about how I am a dirty person.

I don't even want to know what she will think of my apartment.

My apartment is a mess, still dirty after my little attack with the Caption Crunch, Jared and Mudd being the cheese heads that they are didn't help clean up when they came over, they just stepped on the little pieces of crunch turning them into thousands of pieces of crunch, and I swear I saw Mudd pick a piece of crunch up and shove it in her mouth, she really is quite dirty, in the mind and with eating habits...

Whatever

I don't need to deal with this right now.

I just want them to visit and it to be over.

Just...

Whatever...

"Hey Spit fire." Oh My dear lord could it be?! EMERALD EYES?

I turn around quick, and there he is in all his handsome glory, with his emerald eyes and big arms –insert sigh- "Hey Emerald eyes"

"Emerald eyes?" he smirks, he is still wearing the same tux from the dance, and his mask.

"Just a little nickname." I blush, "Why are you wearing your tux from the dance?"

He takes a step towards me, "Because."

"Because why?" I ask as he takes another step towards me.

"To relive the dance, of course." He says grabbing me and dipping me, leaning over placing his lips on top of mine.

RING

RING

RING

AHHHH!!! That was the good part of the dream! Damn you whoever you are... Merph....

And I could feel some tongue coming on... soon....a pear is a pear a plum is a plum a kiss isn't a kiss without some tongue... Stupid phone I shall kill you with my laser vision when I can afford a better one!

RING

I grab the phone and cradle it between my shoulder and ear.

"Hello?" I ask rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Buttercup" someone sniffles on the other line.

"Who is this?"

"It's me... Blossom..." another sniffle.

"Whats the matter Blossom?" It better be important its friggen 2 in the morning.

"He left meeeeeeeeeeeee!" she wails on the other end of the phone.

"The Professor?!"

"No, Brick!"

"Why?" I hear a whimper on the other end then another sniffle.

"He left me for Princess!"

Woo... Big thanks to DazzlinShorty, for suggesting the breaking up of Blossom and Brick, and Brick going to Princess, it was doomed from the beginning... Right?

Can't for get the reviewers too P lots of thanks for you, may your life be filled with good haircuts and KitKat bars.

The part with Satan's right hand, and God's Middle finger, Came from my friend.

She called me God's middle finger after I called her Satan's right hand woman. So Thank you, you're such an inspiration to my story o.O'

Could someone please clear this up for me? What color is Blossom's hair?

I know this was a short chapter. A longer chapter later, I promise. The next chapter shall be out soon. I'm halfway done with it.

Next Chapter: Blossom takes Butch to spy on Brick and Princess in the Park.