This is the Seventh Chapter to Just Another Cinderella.

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

I'm late and I know it, I'm really sorry, but instead of wasting your time with some stupid excuse, I will just apologize and let you get on with the story.

I don't own the Power Puff Girls.

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

Buttecup

"It's not funny!"

"Buttercup…" Mudd coos and holds up a round black blob.

"MUDD! It's not funny!" For those who don't know, I Buttercup, do not cook. I can heat stuff up. Like left overs, and soup and the occasional ravioli or spaghetti O's. I can make simple stuff, scrambled eggs, macaroni and cheese, peanut butter and jelly sandiwiches. But those are simple things, things that don't take a lot of skill.

When I say I Can't cook, Anything where I have to put ingredients in a bowl and mix, I can't do.. I mean.. You can't blame me! It's not like I ever was able to take a cooking class or something! Of course cooking seems like such a simple thing. But after the few times I've tried to cook… well I try not to.

Not since the last time.. When I didn't know there was a difference between baking powder and baking soda.. They should really put a label on the boxes. How the hell was I supposed to know there was a difference?

Yes… Simple mistakes like confusing different ingredients have led me to a life where my diet contains Chinese food and Pizza. I might not know how to cook, but I can sure as hell dial a phone like a pro.

Yet in honor of my sister, I thought I would bake cookies for them. Everyone loves cookies. And cake. If I had it my way I'd be sitting on my ass my whole life stuffing my fat face with pastries and other delectable goodies.

"Alright so maybe it's kind of funny, but it really isn't as funny as your making it out to be Mudd!"

"Boy, Butters I wonder what the people at our office would say, I think it would be along the lines of 'Wow, Buttercup your cooking really sucks ass'."

"Look who is talking, Your not a gourmet chief yourself Mudd"

"Well actually…" Mudd says and pulls a Tupperware container out of her bag, "I already know how much you suck at cooking, remember when you made Beck's birthday dinner, well wasn't that a barbeque to remember! So I planned ahead."

She opens the container revealing a batch of peanut butter cookies, golden brown. I look at my pan, where my golden chocolate cookies were supposed to be, instead they are replaced my small black gobs. Could she rub it in anymore? Yet this is the part of friends that is so great… They make appetizing food that I can use a party.. And I take all the credit for it.. Life is sweet.

"Why did you want to make cookies for your sisters anyway? I thought you hated them?" Do I hate my sisters? Well, they did partake in the kicking Buttercup out of town party. But… Bubbles did try to help, she was just to shy and quiet to help much.

"I do. Well I don't hate Bubbles, its really hard to hate her, you'll just have to see when you meet her, Blossoms the one I'm mad at right now."

"She the one that got you here?"

"Yup."

"That Bitch!" My thoughts exactly, "But think about it like this Butters, if your sister hadn't been such a Christmas tree head, you would have never come to Citiesville. You would have never went to work at Beck's garage, which I'm not quite sure is a good thing or not, but I mean really think about it! You would have never met me! And I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to meet me?"

"I'm not quite sure if that is a good thing or not" I mock.

"Hey that's not very nice!" Mudd sticks out her tongue and whips one of my black cookie bombs at me.

Curse you Mudd, Curse you.

Mudd left shortly after showering me with my, oh so lovely cookies, causing crumbs and the remains of my cookies to spread all over my floor, but that's ok I had to sweep it anyway, might as well make a mess on something already dirty.

After sweeping the floor in the kitchen, vacuuming , wipping off and dusting counters and shelves, making sure there was edible food in the fridge, I was finally ready for my sisters.

Beck had brought over some kind of pasta mix, that I could just stick into the oven and it was ready to go, Mudd brought the cookies, she also brought a cheesecake. Jared brought a bunch of T.V dinners over, the lazy ass couldn't actually make something to help my cause? Well I really shouldn't be talking, I didn't make anything, unless you count my cookies, but those were just nasty. Maybe he doesn't have good cooking skills either. Not that it matters, those T.V dinners are looking pretty tasty.

Yet even though my apartment is clean, and I have food, I just don't feel ready, I haven't seen either of my sisters since the dance, well I didn't see them at the dance but I did visit them before hand for an hour, but that's not much time, and they've never been to my apartment.

And I know, Why should I care? I'm Buttercup, The Tough one, the almighty green hued one, but they are my sisters, and they are family and I do care what they think. Even though they betrayed me and could have possibly destroyed me life.

Well one did more then the other.

Fuck it, what does it matter, the past is the past and future is the future, right?

Only problem is my past is going to be coming to me in the near future and screwing it up.

Again.

Some more philosophical food for thought, You need to get through the rain to get the rainbow. Well Blossom is a fricken hurricane.

Enough with the deep in thought thinking, it's giving me a headache.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Oh my golly golly golly gosh. The Eagles have landed. Holy Crap. They are here. Here at MY apartment.

I float to the door, and open it. And there they are standing outside me door.

Bubbles and Blossom. They still look the same, Bubbles in jeans and a blue shirt, her blonde hair in a pony tail, Blossom in kaki pants and a pink top and a pair of really ugly sunglasses.

I mean really ugly. Hasn't she looked in the mirror? Didn't anyone say, 'Hey Blossom, your glasses really suck ass.'… Nevermind.. Blosson's sunglasses are the least of my worries right now.

"Hey" I give a small wave. "Hey", Bubble says with a weak smile.

We stand there for a minute, awkward much?

About as awkward as blossom's glasses are ugly.

"Buttercup" Bubbles yells, and propels herself at me, giving me a bone crushing hug. Even though the hug feels like its cracking each and everyone of my ribs, it was a good awkward moment killer. Snaps for Bubbles. "We've missed you Buttercup."

"I've missed you too, but It's good to see you" Hopefully... I don't know yet. I wish visits were the people came to your house ran the doorbell, you hug say hello, and then they leave. It makes visits so much less painful! "Come in, people are going to wonder why, I'm leaving my guests standing in the hall way," I grab one of the bags at my feet, that bubbles had set down, and head towards the guest bedroom. "Now I only have one guest bedroom, so one person will have to sleep on the floor or on the sofa…"

"That's alright Buttercup, me and the boys are staying at the hotel, Bubbles will be staying with you." Blossom says flicking her hair behind her shoulder.

Boys?

"What Boys?" I specifically remember no one ever mentioning boys on this trip, not that I should be complaining really, I mean one less person to feed, one less person to be around, and that one less person is Blossom, so I guess it won't be that bad. But... who are these… Boys?

"Oh, you know, the boys." Nope, I don't really know 'the boys', "Brick and Boomer."

"You forgot Butch," Bubbles says throwing her bags onto the guestroom bed.

"Oh Right Butch, is here also." Blossom says, "They're our boyfriends you know, well not Butch, he couldn't like get a girlfriend if he tried, he's Brick's brother, Brick insisted on dragging him along."

Well I can see why you would have to drag him along, who would want to be stuck in a car with Blossom for more then a minute. Poor Butch, whoever he is.

"But you wont have to worry about him" Blossom continues, "Its not like he actually does anything, he will probably just sit in the hotel room, wasting his money on the expensive hotel food."

"Come on Blossom, this is a vacation, your supposed to do nothing, and who cares what he does with his money, he is a big boy." Bubbles cuts in.

Blossom rolls her eyes, "Anyways, they will be coming in like ten minutes."

Hold up, first no one even mentioned any boys, and now they are coming over to my apartment without my knowledge? Well I know now, but doesn't anyone remember it's nice to give you sister a heads up before bring along their boy toys. And their 'lazy' brother.

"So, when were you going to tell me, you were bringing your boyfriends, Boomer and Bri…Whatever, to my apartment? And Blossom, I thought you were currently dumped by that red Rowdy Ruff Boy?"

"Well…"

"And if you broke up, then mind telling me why the fuck you're on vacation with him? Or staying in the same room as him!"

"We did break up, but were back together now, and that's all that matters." Blossom says. Probably glaring at me, but I can't see her eyes through her sunglasses. Did I mention those sunglasses were ugly?

"Well why are they coming over here?"

"To meet you of course."

"Why would they want to meet me, its not like I'm something special." Well. I won't admit to them, but I'm one goddamned special person. I mean who else can burn cookies like me?

Yeah that's right, No one burns those cookies like me.

"They have to meet you, Buttercup, they are our boyfriends and you're our sister, and we need you to meet them to make sure they are good for Blossom and me." Bubbles smiles, and we float into the living room. Maybe I should see if Blossom is good for her boyfriend, she can be quite toxic sometimes, don't want her poisoning some poor fellow.

"I suppose…" You know it sounds like me. This was a visit to make sure their boyfriends were ok and not to come visit their beloved sister Buttercup.

"So do they even know where I live?"

"Yup, there's nothing to worry about, I left the directions in the hotel room."

"Fine." Bring boys over without parent supervision? I'm so calling the Professor, "Is there anything I can you get you guys?"

"Can I have a glass of water Buttercup?" Bubbles asks, plopping down on my sofa.

"Sure, Blossom would you like some water?" I ask as I walk to the kitchen "Yes a glass of water would be fabulous, I'm quite parched from our trip here." Blossom says staring at my couch for a moment before gently sitting on the edge.

Probably thinks I'm breeding germs under my couch cushions.

I float into the kitchen and fill two glasses with water from the tap before I float back into the living room and hand the glasses to Blossom and Bubbles.

"Nice apartment you got here. It's really…" Jim walks into the room and Bubbles pauses, "I didn't know you had a dog? Aww! He's cute, what's his name?"

"Jim."

"What an adorable name for such an adorable dog!" Bubbles shrieks, and hugs Jim to her chest. "Careful there Bubbles, Jims pretty old…" I say. I mean hugging's nice and all but Jims… old, I mean he's been around since I was in kindergarten! That's old.

Blossom stares at Jim, "You know, Jim seems really familiar… Yet I can't place my finger on who he looks like." "Yeah, he does look familiar…" Bubbles says, she holds Jim out at arm length and examines him, "He kinda looks like that puppy dog from Townsville. Right? The one that talks, what do you think Blossom?" She hold Jim out towards Blossom.

"That dog. I remember that dog, was always getting in the way of things, driving cars, walking around when there are monkeys attacking the city, I wonder what happened to that dog."

There is a small pause then both Bubbles and Blossom look at me.

"Oh my god Buttercup! This is that dog isn't it!" Blossom looks at me outraged. "You stole him?"

Pfft. Like dog napping is the worst thing in the world, and its not like I abuse Jim or anything, I mean this nice big apartment that he only has to share with me, and I am gone most of the day so he has time to himself. He also gets plenty of food, so it's not like I've fucked up Jim's life. It's not like he's going to have to see a Doggy Therapist.

"Yeah, I brought Jim with me to Citiesville. Before I left he was wandering a busy street. Don't tell me that I'm wrong for taking him to live with me. What kind of a monster lets their dog run around like that. It was quite obvious they didn't take care of him, who ever their owner was. And look at Jim now, he looks happy now doesn't he."

They both look at Jim.

"Well, I think he does look happy." Bubbles says, again hugging Jim to her chest. "I can't believe you stole him." Blossom mumbles under her breath. I can only imagine what awful thoughts are going through her head. How could her sister do something like that? I bet in her head she's going 'typical Buttercup, stealing a dog is just like something a person who gets themselves kicked out of their city would do!'

"So can he still talk?"

"He doesn't anymore, doesn't really bark either, he's pretty much a big blob of mass."

"Oh…"

There is another long awkward silence, as we all sit their in the living room, trying to think up something to say.

"So how long will you be staying in Citiesville?" I ask ……Not that I want to get rid of them or something like that…..

"Oh we will be staying for just a couple days, you know we do have responsibilities back in town that we got to go back to? It's not like we could actually stay for a week and just hangout." Blossom pulls off her glasses. Like she has some hectic life she can't leave for more than a couple of days... She is a fricken Librarian.

"It's a bummer, Buttercup, I wish we could stay longer, but you know I have the teaching assistant job, maybe during the summertime we could get together." Bubbles says still strangling… I mean hugging Jim.

"Yes that would be…"

KNOCK KNOCK.

"That must be them" Bubbles chirps and drops Jim to the ground. I float to the door and open it. On the other side stand... Boomer and Birk? No No.. I think it's Brick.

Well, Ill give Bubbles and Blossom this, they have good taste in guys. Boomer and Brick are pretty… Hot. But it's those hot ones you got to watch out for, who knows what the hell their personality is like. They could be some abusive sociopaths for all we know.

But I score them a ten out of ten in the good looks department.

Bubbles attaches herself to the guy, Boomer I think, with blond hair and a blue shirt, "Where is Butch, I thought he was coming."

"Yeah, He's coming, says, he had to pick something up from the store, He will be here in a couple minutes." The Guy standing next to Boomer says. I assume that's Brick. Red Cap and Red Shirt.

What is it with these Power Puff Girls and Rowdy Ruff Boys sticking to their color.. I like the color green, but I do where other colored shirts. In fact I have a Tie Dyed shirt that is absolutely lovely.

Blossom grabs Brick's hand and tugs him inside my apartment, Bubbles and Boomer follow, and Bubbles shuts the door. "Brick," Blossom says squeezing Brick's hand and batting her eyelashes, "I'd like you to meet my sister Buttercup."

Talk about being the center of attention, everyone's eyes dart to me. What the hell am I supposed to do next?

I stick my hand out towards the guy who I think is Brick, "It's nice to meet you…"

"Brick" He says, and shakes my hand. "And I'm Boomer" The Guy by Bubbles says and sticks his hand out so I can shake it.

I shake Boomers hand, "It's nice to meet you, do you guys want anything to drink?"

"Do you have any soda?" Boomer asks, and we all walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. This is just a wee bit strange. The Rowdy Ruff Boys. The Power Puff Girls, old enemies in the same room… Let the blood shed begin. But there is not bloodshed, because the enemies are dating each other?

"Yeah, I got Coke, Mountain Dew, and Dr. Pepper." Do the Dew.

"Ill take a Coke please, if that's alright." Boomer says. OoooOoooo. What a gentleman. Boomers already getting brownie points.

Blossom, who had situated herself on top of Bricks lap waves a hand in the air, to get my attention, " My Bricky-poo, would like a Dr. Pepper please."

Bricky-poo?

Yes Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the first sign of sanity, adding the word poo to the ending of everyword.

I float into the kitchen and grab a coke and a Dr. Pepper. I float back into the living room and hand it off to whomever wanted it.

"Buttercup," Blossom scowls, " My Bricky baby likes to have his soda in a glass."

Of course Blossom couldn't have said this when I was up already. I float into the kitchen grab a glass and hand it off to Brick and sit back down.

"Buttercup," Blossom coos, "Brick likes his soda with Ice."

……………………….

Since that Bitch knows what Brick likes so much why doesn't she just get up and go get it herself! Pff!

I knew this would happen, it always does, when we were little when we were teenagers, and now when we are adults! She thinks because she was the leader she still thinks she is the leader, always trying to control

I float into the kitchen grab ice from the freezer and give it to Brick… Stupid Blossom.

"Do you have any chips Buttercup?" Bubbles says. I give her a quick glare but she isn't the one being difficult, so I shouldn't be mad at her.

"Yeah they are on the counter in the kitchen, you can grab any of the ones you want." Bubble float into the kitchen and returns with a bag of Sun Chips. She plops back down on the couch and her and Boomer dig into the bag of chips

Blossom twirls of strand of hair between her fingers while Brick takes sips of his soda, "You know Buttercup…" Blossom starts…

Can't stand her stupid annoying demands. Must leave…

"You know what?" I say and everyone looks up, "I just remembered I forgot to get something at the store, so ill just run down to the gas station down the street to get it."

I jump up and grab my keys and wallet off the coffee table. "Well what did you forget to buy?" Blossom asks, arms crossed over her chest.

Ummmmmmmmmm…… What do I need…

"Potato chips." That's good, I mean everyone likes potato chips, can't have a party without the chips. If you really want to call this a party, more like wasting time with the dysfunctional chemical X family.

"But there are chips on the counter." Bubbles says, with a confused look.

"Yes I know. I have regular potato chips, I want those barbeque flavored potato chips, just saw an ad for them on T.V, and I said to myself I had to have them when you came to visit. It won't take long, couple minutes at the most, the stores just down the block."

"Alright, could you also pick me up some Gummy worms, Buttercup?"

"Sure Bubbles, and you guys can do whatever, watch T.V, feel free to raid the fridge!" I call over my shoulder, and float out the door.

I float down the stairs of my apartment. I don't trust the elevator, its nothing more then a screaming metal death trap. And I'm not going to be the stupid fuck to get stuck in it.

I start to walk when I get outside. I start down the street towards the gas station, so maybe I lied about it, it's actually five blocks away instead of one, but what's that four extra blocks? Time away from Blossom, that's what.

Hopefully that five blocks to and the five blocks back will be enough alone time, and I will be able to survive the remaining time with her.

As I walk down the side walk, somebody collides with me, and knocks my keys and wallet out of my hand. I pick my stuff up and turn around. The Guy that bumped into me didn't even stop walking!

What the Hell! Don't people know how to be polite anymore? Bumping into people on the street not even saying Excuse me! I will not stand for this, someone needs to teach this jerk a lesson!

"Excuse you! Don't you have something to say?" I yell causing him to turn around, "Don't you want to…"

Wait a minute…

Emerald eyes?

To respond to Darth Sonic's review: YAY for criticizing, I suppose your right, how could Butch know most of Townsville (which, like you said, isn't a town), so for now I'm going to say he knows the important people. And buttercup looks like an important person, right? Right! you caught me there.

Truthfully I didn't know the dogs name was just 'talking dog' (what an interesting name) and all I have to say is Poo on that name :P And since Buttercup stole him, she gets to name him Jim, because Jim is such an Oh-so-Fabulous name. Thanks for your review! Chocolate chip cookies for you!

And thanks to Kitsuyei, Slit My Writs, polska, Raven Poe, Kurai-Tenshi of Doom, Qk,Dry Tears, DazzlinShorty, LostScorpionGirl, crazie-foe-u, neonrose, dragonhuntress and all the other reviewers, you shall all be given Chocolate Cake and skittles.

Read and Review, because you'll get skittles… and they allow you to see the rainbow.

Next Chapter: Butch's view on the trip to CitiesVille