This is the Eighth Chapter to Just Another Cinderella. Please Note that this is Buttercup's Point of View.

Ok, I've made Blossom whine to much in the last chapter, I'll try to tone it done in this, and future chapters. And thanks Klair for helping correct this chapter.

I don't own the Power Puff Girls.

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

Butch

"Butch!" Blossom waves her claw-like hand in front of my face, "Brick wants to know if you are packed yet. He says if you aren't, to get your ass upstairs and get going. We are leaving soon."

I turn and look at her. My god-like words are to good for her, and her high pitched voice and stupid pink bow.

My brother…only a couple days after breaking up with her, got back together with Blossom. All I have to say is; Thanks Bro. I only wanted my life to be a living hell. So after the whole 'I'm sorry I broke up with you, I love you baby.' It was decided we would all go on a trip, to visit the Power Puff's sister, the last one of their little crime fighting trio.

She is probably just as strange as her sisters. Both sisters are different; Bubbles is super hyper and happy and Blossom… well, she is just crazy. So this last Power Puff must be just as weird …most likely depressed and gothic.

"You know those can give you cancer." Blossom points at the burrito I have grasped in my hand. This morning, I finally got my wish and we went to Taco Bell. Who knew Taco Bell was open so early? Not that that matters. What matters is that I finally have my hand on the goodness known to man as the burrito.

I take a bite of my burrito and between each chomp I say, "Well, your face gives me cancer."

"You know Butch, I really don't understand why don't like me?" She sighs and sits down next to me, "I mean… I try, I really do, but still, why can't we be better friends?"

I could go off on rant of all the things I don't like about Blossom, but why waste my time? I'll just leave it at: our personalities clash and aren't compatible.

"Blossom, if we became better friends, I think Brick might get a little jealous, don't you think?" I say, and take another bite.

"Butch!" She smacks my arm, "How can you think such dirty thought?"

"Simple really, you say something, like let's be better friends. It goes through one ear and enters the brain. My brain goes 'Hey, she says we are friends already, but she wants to be better friends.' If my brain had eyebrows, it would wiggle them suggestively. Then my brain, thinking this, forms words which then come out of my mouse. Quite a simple process if you ask me."

"That was a rhetorical question Butch. I didn't need one of your silly smart ass remarks."

"Well Blossom, of course you are going to get a smart ass remark from me. What were you expecting? It's like that old saying says, 'You can take the man out of the smart ass, but you can't take the smart ass out of the man' or however that goes"

"Way to butcher the quote Butch. Could you be a bigger dumb ass?"

"Blossom, I'm a smart ass, say it with me, Smart… Ass…"

"Dumb... Ass"

For the car trip, we are taking Brick's black Jeep, because they say he will feel better driving his car. Like we are forcing him to drive or something. I offered to drive, I even insisted, but they said I had a lead foot and could flush my hopes of driving to CitiesVille down the toilet.

I grab my bag and throw it in the trunk next to the other bags. I can only raise an eyebrow at the fact that my brothers have packed more than the girls. I myself have only packed one bag. I thought we were only going for a couple days; it's not like we need to bring half of our rooms.

I pull my headphones over my ears and grab my CD player and my CDs and then plop down in the passenger seat. While I flip through my CD collection, I see Blossom storm towards the door.

"Butch! I'm sitting next to Brick, you'll have to move." Blossom says, while pulling my car door open.

"Sorry, that's a no can do, for I have already sat down and I'm not moving until A. I have to take a piss. B. We arrive at CitiesVille or C. We go someplace to eat."

"But I want to sit next to Brick!" Blossom yells, "Move!"

"I called shotgun!"

Before I can tell her that I told her this morning, before I left for Taco Bell, that I wanted Shotgun, I feel an arm grab the collar of my shirt and yank me out of the car.

"HEY!" Blossom gets in the car, and shuts the door, "You could have at least asked nicely."

"I did ask nicely, but you wouldn't move your fat ass, so I had to take matters into my own hands." Blossom says. Boomer, who's already in the backseat, snickers and I crawl in next to him.

"It's not funny." I glare at him.

"Oh yes it is. Blossom had to take the flabby matter known as your ass and throw it out of the car. It's fucking hilarious." Boomer says, a smirk on his face.

"Hardy Har Harrrrrrr……" Something grabs me and yanks me out of the car. I look up and see Bubbles crawling into the car.

"Hey!" What's with these girls today? Is there a sign over my head saying 'yank me around like a doll'?

"Sorry Butch, but I want to sit next to Boomer; he is after all my boyfriend. If he were your boyfriend, I'd let you sit next to him." Bubbles says and sits down in the middle of the backseat.

"First off, Boomer is my brother and last time I checked I was quite straight, thanks. Second, What ever happened to asking someone politely to move?"

"You didn't listen to Blossom; why would you have listened to me?" I climb into the car next to Bubbles.

"I would have moved, because unlike some people, you aren't a bitch." I say and close the car door. "I can hear you!" Blossom shrieks and hits me in the face with her pillow, "You can shove your bad opinions of me right up your ass!" She turns around and glares at me.

"Would you like to shove them up my ass?" I say and wiggle my eyebrows at her.

"BUTCH!" Blossom and Bubbles shriek at the same time. Bubbles swats my arm. Boomer laughs and puts out his hand to high five.

I swat Boomer's hand, "I was just asking."

"Well I don't want to hear you ask any thing more for the rest of the trip then!" Blossom says turning back to face the front.

"I can't ask questions?"

"That would be correct."

"Can I talk? Or is that against the Queen Blossom's rules too?"

"No, you can't talk."

Hm. Fine. She doesn't want me to talk? Well there are other ways to annoy her. I slip my Barbra Streisand CD in to my CD player and turn the volume up to high.

This is going to be a long car ride.

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Oh…"

"Bubbles we weren't there when you asked last time, we weren't there when you asked this time, and we won't most likely be there when you ask next time."

"I was just asking, Blossom."

"Fine, Butch would you stop that!" After blasting Barbra Streisand for thirty minutes, I got bored and decided it was much more fun to tie things in Blossom's hair.

"What the fuck is your problem!" Blossom shrieks and turns around, "Stop touching my hair, you stupid son of a bitch!" She smacks the top of my head and turns back around.

"Why the hell are you complaining? I'm making your hair prettier."

"Putting lint in it and tying it around the lint isn't making it prettier!"

"Well I think it makes it pretty." Pretty Ugly. Ha ha.

"Like I'm going to listen to your opinion of beauty. Look at yourself; you are a complete slob. I don't know how you even manage to wrinkle every clothing item you own or…"

"I just throw my cloths on the ground. And not all my cloths are wrinkled!" It's easy to wrinkle cloths, you pull them out of the dryer. Walk to room. Dump on ground. And that is Butch's guide to wrinkling cloths. Not to be confused with Butch's guide to burning holes through cloths with an iron.

"…How is you hair always messy"

I pat my hair, it's not really that messy… I think. "My hair isn't always messy! And for your information girls happen to find my hair quite sexy, isn't that right Bubbles?"

Bubbles giggles, "Whatever you say Butch."

"Puh-leeze Butch, Bubbles doesn't count. Your hair is just a mess." A sexy mess.

"Yeah, well your hair is too long." If you are able to tie lint in your hair, this is a sure sign people, your hair is to LONG.

"Your opinion doesn't matter Butch, it's not your hair." No… it's your ugly hair.

"Well my cloths and hair are none of your business either Blos-"

"ENOUGH!" Brick yells and grips the steering wheel, "If you are going to act like five year olds, do it when there is no one around so we don't have to listen to your annoying chatter."

"That was an ageist comment Brick. There are some very mature five year olds out there. I don't think they appreciate you giving their age a bad rap." Really what the hell is his problem. There are some really smart five year olds out there.

"I'm hungry, can we stop somewhere to eat?" That burrito really didn't stay in my stomach for too long…

"No, we are on a schedule Butch." Fuck the stupid schedule… What schedule?

"What the hell are you talking about?" He's talking the crazy speak!

"We need to get to the hotel, then we are going over to Buttercup's." I wonder if it's a good hotel. I hope they have soft pillows.

"Who's Buttercup?" What a crappy name, the poor soul.

"It's my sister, dumbass." Blossom snaps from the front seat.

"Can't you call her or something. I mean, jeez, I think she can understand it if we stopped for a bite to eat. In fact, give me a cell phone, I'll call her!"

"Yeah, I'm getting hungry. Can't we pull over Brick, please?" Bubbles asks and taps him on the shoulder. Boomer nods his head and says, "Yeah, I'm starving."

"What the hell is wrong with you people! I told you to eat breakfast!"

"I'm sorry Brick, but I can't control my stomach."

"Well why didn't you bring a snack or something!" We don't have any edible food in our house.

"Just pull over Brick. I'll call Buttercup and everyone can get something to eat." Blossom says, and digs around her purse for her cell phone.

"Fine, we will pull over," He pulls the car off at the exit, "Where are we eating?

"Taco Bell!"

"McDonalds!"

"Subway!"

"Burger King!"

"Culvers!"

"Red Lobster!"

"White Castle!"

"Wendys!"

"Dairy Queen!"

"Finally!" Blossom hops out of the car and runs into the hotel. I hear a muffled "Move!" and see Blossom push past a group of people and charge towards the hotel. I shout after her, "If you would have gone at the restaurant like the rest of us, you wouldn't have to go so bad!"

"She said the bathroom was disgusting and dirty and she didn't want to go there." Brick says.

"I'm sorry to say, I really can't say most places have nice shiny clean bathrooms." Sure the bathrooms are dirty… But when you gotta go, you gotta go.

"My thoughts exactly, but I'm not going to tell Blossom that" Brick opens the truck's trunk, "I'm going to go check in and get our room keys. You and Boomer start pulling the bags out."

"How the hell is she going to the bathroom if we don't have our room keys yet?"

"How the hell should I know?" Brick starts walking towards the hotel, "She probably broke down a door to someone's room and used their bathroom."

Boomer gets out of the car and walks over to the back of the car. Bubbles gets out and walks towards the hotel.

"So, who am I shacking up with for this little vacation?" I tug my bag out from under a suitcase, and watch the suitcase tumble out of the car and fall open. Cloths tumble onto the ground. Opps. A pair of pink boxers fall out of the bag and float to the ground. Interesting.

"You get to room with me." Boomer grins, and smacks me on the back, "We are going to have a good time."

"Good time as in, Hookers good time or Going to Taco Bell good time?" I hope it's both.

"Let's stick to the later. Besides if we do the first, Bubbles would beat the shit out of me." Watching Boomer getting the living daylights beaten out of him might be entertaining. Ill have to keep the Hooker good time in mind.

"Butch! You dumbass!" I turn around and see Brick on the ground next to the opened suitcase stuffing the fallen out items back into it, "I said pull the bags out! Not pull them open!"

"I didn't know you wore pink undies Brick." Boomer and I grin at him. He blushes then snarls, "What I wear is none of your goddamn business."

"Hey, all I was going to say is, I heard pink is so in this season."

"Shut the hell up Butch. Just put your stuff in your room!" Brick tosses a key at me. I catch it and twirl it in my fingers.

"Fine, fine calm down, I was just playing." I grab my bag and head towards the hotel, Boomer follows behind me, his bags in tow.

We make it to room 98, and I slide the key into the lock and the door pops open. Boomer and I walk in and set our bags down.

"So, why aren't you staying with Bubbles? I mean, yes I know I'm such a charming person, and my company is so great… but what gives?" I say, and open my bag.

"Bubbles is staying with Buttercup."

"God, what a crappy name, I pity her. Why couldn't you stay at Buttercup's house?"

"Don't you think it would be a little awkward?" Boomer lies down on his bed.

"Nah. I mean, you'd have both Bubbles and Blossom to keep you company." Well, Blossom isn't much for company, but Bubbles is his girlfriend, and I assume he wants to be in her company.

"Actually Blossom is staying here, she's sharing Brick's room."

"What the hell? Who goes to visit their sister, and stays in a hotel when they are offered a free room?"

"I'm not saying this is true, I've only heard it through the grapevine, but Blossom and Buttercup don't like each other. I've even heard they hate each other." Someone not liking Blossom? Go on.

"And you heard this from whom?"

"Just around." Well that's reliable.

"What else do you know?"

"I've heard Blossom got Buttercup kicked out of the city."

"Now you're just shitting me. How the hell would Blossom get someone kicked out of Townsville?"

"I've been told that Blossom was pissed at Buttercup…" There's a knock on the door. Boomer gets up and opens it. Bubbles floats outside the door, "We are supposed to be going soon, Blossom says to hurry up."

Bubbles floats down the hall and Boomer shuts the door. I start to pull my shirt over my head. "What the hell are you doing?" Boomer asks, "Didn't you just hear would Bubbles said? We're leaving soon!"

"Fuck that, I'm taking a shower." I think Blossom's perfume has soaked into my cloths. I really don't want to smell like Cotton Candy and daffodils the rest of the day.

"Take a shower, but if Blossom is pissed, I'm telling her it's your fault…"

I open the bathroom door.

"Butch are you coming? We are leaving now. The Girls have already left" Boomer is leaning against the hotel door.

Jeez can't a guy get a break? I just got out of the shower for Pete's sake. "Can't I come in a couple minutes, I just got out of the shower." I walk out of the bathroom and over to my bed.

"Fine, fine, do you know how to get there?"

"No, just scribble the directions somewhere."

I start to pull my cloths out of my bag, and I see Boomer write the directions on a piece of paper then leave the room, and shut the door behind him.

I change into a pair of loose fitting jeans and a t shirt then throw my towel into the bathroom and pick up Boomer's directions. I grab my wallet and stare at the directions. The apartment building seems to be only a few blocks away. Take a left and a right, and another right and a left and another right.

Hm. That doesn't appear too hard. I leave the hotel and follow the directions, going down what I think are the correct streets.

CitiesVille doesn't seem to differ too much from Townsville. It does seem a little bigger though… and maybe it has more people, but other than that, they appear to be quite similar. This is good to know, because I don't plan on spending my life in Townsville.

As I walk down the sidewalk I nudge a guy, who turns around and yells, "Watch it man."

I just glare and keep walking, what the hell was that guy's problem?

I bump into another person, and I continue to walk. No big deal, people in big cities bump into people all the time. I mean, what's a bump into someone here or there? Unfortunately for me, the person I just bump into won't let the bump go either.

"Excuse you! Don't you have something to say?" the girl I bumped into yells. I turn around and look at her "Don't you want to…"

Black hair, big green eyes, a mouth like a sailor…

Spitfire?

Thank you IcePurity, Lady Crucio, Kurai- Tenshi of Doom, dragon huntress, Polska, Bob the dancing flea, SoulPoet, Shadow's Fang, Chisara Notell, and klair716 for reviewing. Grape soda and Doughnuts for you all!

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