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

I got a kick in the ass to start the story back up again. I apologize for the lateness.

I don't own the Power Puff Girls.

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

)(-Buttercup-)(

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

On my weird/awkward moment list, this time would have to sit at the top. I'm not sure if it would surpass the time the Professor had to explain to me, Bubbles, and Blossom about the birds and the bees, and other body matters.

On second thought, no, this doesn't top the Professor trying to explain tampons.

But it places at an admirable second. And in situations such as these, what's a girl to do? So you rip off some random guys face who bumps into you on the street and turns out to be the one you had danced and flirted with (well he did most of it) only several days before. Turns out he also might own the world's prettiest emerald eyes.

But it's not like you know the guy, other then how he dances, or how he smells, or how he looks in a tux. Some of the more substantial information like his name, where he's from, and had he ever been to prison, you know nothing about.

Yet, I'm Buttercup. So ladies and Gents, I've gotcha covered. I'm the fucking princess of smooth. So without further introduction…

"What the hell are you doing here!"

…

I want you to remember now, that I said I was the princess of smooth. Not the Queen.

He grins, "It's nice to see you too Spitfire."

"But you live in Townsville," or so I thought. Little bastard had lied; typical male. I suggest castration as a form of punishment.

"Yes."

Or maybe not…

"Then what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Jesus Christ, who pissed in your coffee? I didn't know a guy had to have reason as to why he's taking a vacation."

"Well you could have just told me you were on vacation."

"I'm sorry, you were too busy verbally assaulting me, and I simply couldn't get a word in edge wise."

"You know what; you can just shut the hell u…"

He slings an arm over my shoulder. "Have I mentioned you're cute when you're angry?" He then leads us down the street away from my apartment, "And no worries Spitfire, you can verbally assault me any time you like. Now tell the truth, you've missed me?"

"Well... yes… uh... no... I mean... I guess?"

"That's great. Hungry?"

"No."

"That's good, 'cuz I am. I saw a little taco burrito joint down a couple blocks and I'm so happy you've offered to escort me there."

"No I didn't! You know, I could have you arrested for this!"

"For what?"

I stop and push his arm off my shoulder. "For kidnapping and assault." He slings his arm back over my shoulder and continues to lead me towards the taco place. "It's only assault if it's unwanted."

I open my mouth to reply, but he cuts me off. "So how you been Midnight? Terribly wonderful I assume."

I look up at him. "For your information, I have not been very wonderful, and I already told you my name's not Midnight."

He looks back, a smug grin painted on his face. "And please share with the class why you haven't had such a good time. I mean, you're gorgeous, I'm gorgeous and charming, and we're hanging out together; how could you not be tremendous at this very moment?"

"It's just I've got my family staying with me and it's a long story. You wouldn't want to hear it."

We reach the taco place simply named Pájaro Poco. It was just a small building squished in between two much larger shops. Despite the size of it though, it was a pretty distinguished building. The place was painted a bright yellow, and outside, a colorful neon sign with Pájaro Poco and a parrot adorned the front. Of all the years I've lived in Citiesville, I'd passed the place almost everyday, but never gone into it. It's funny how things like that work out.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he says and grabs the handle of the door, then turning to me. "One thing before we go in."

"What?"

"Your name."

"Oh right," I laugh. "I'm Buttercup." I already know the reaction I get when I tell people my name. Such a tough girl with such a... a... shitty girly name! This would be the part where you insert laughter. Then insert the part where I punch them in the face. And as much as I love punching people in the face, punching someone I'm infatuated with, I just can't do, tempting as it may be.

But…

"Ouch, I'd laugh myself, but I feel your pain, Spit Fire." He opens the door and waits for me to pass. I glide through and to the counter.

I hear him behind me and feel a hand on my lower back. "A bean burrito for the Missus?" he says in a British accent; a really bad attempted British accent.

He orders half the menu before he sits at an empty table. I sit down next to him and watch him eat.

Say what you want about him; his charms, his looks, his charming good looks, but the boy doesn't know anything about table manners. He makes Tarzan look civilized. Don't get me wrong, I don't know much about table etiquette, which fork is for the salad, and which spoon for the soup, but good god, at least I breathe when I eat. I don't just inhale my food and everything else on the table.

He looks up and grins. The half chewed burrito being displayed it just… lovely. He goes back to snarfing down his food.

"I don't even know your name."

He looks up and wipes his mouth with a crumpled napkin left on the table from some other person.

"Butch."

"Wow, that sucks."

We sit there, him eating, me watching him eat.

"You know, that's kinda funny." I say, making him look up. "What's funny?"

I look down in my lap and blink. "My sisters are visiting and they've brought they're boyfriends with them. And their boyfriend's brother was named Butch… And he wouldn't be stopping by till later…"

"Your sisters…"

"Yes."

"Boyfriends…"

"Yes."

"Blossom and Bubbles," I look up at him and he looks back. "And you're the notorious sister Buttercup."

"Yes."

"And I'm your sister's boyfriend's hot stud muffin brother."

I laugh. "Yes. Well I don't know about stud muffin…"

"Hey… that's not nice. Hey, not to change subject, but are there any animal hospitals near here. Or do you know any Veterinarians?"

"Yes, there's one a mile or two from here, why? Do you have a sick pet or something?"

He brings his arm up and flexes his bicep muscles, then kisses them and grins. "'Cause these puppies are sick."

….What the hell was that…?

He returns to his food, and through half eaten chips he says, "I know, I know, not one of the better pick up lines, but it still amuses me to no end. Anyways, how ironic is it that your sisters are banging my brothers."

"Excuse you?"

"I mean, isn't it weird that my family knows your family. And then we meet, and I literally wooed you off your feet. And now here we are. And boy am I stuffed."

"Well, you did just inhale half of the restaurants food. I'll make sure to pray for you after you explode and the employees have to scrape your remains off of the building."

"I don't think so." He tugs up his shirt to expose his belly. "Does this look like it's going to explode?"

I swallow. I take it back. He might not explode. But good lord look at those abs! I need all my self control not to just jump over the table and grope his stomach.

He tugs his shirt down and grabs the tray. He then walks over to the garbage and dumps the trash in, and saunters back. "Well… be it time for us to take our leave?"

I sigh. "I suppose, but personally, I don't want to go back."

"I hear ya', your sister Blossom a bitch."

"Hey!" I glare at him. Only I can call her a bitch.

"What I meant to say was that I didn't want to go back because I was afraid my attention will be taken up by your two wonderful sisters and I would have no time for you, lovely Spitfire."

I punch him in the arm and walk past him. "What are we going to say to my sisters and your brothers when we get back to my apartment? It's going to look a little weird for us to show up together, already acquainted."

"We tell them you were lonely for a males company late one Friday night and were driving when you happened to come upon me in my tube top and G string. And well you couldn't resist, sparks flew, and now we're planning on getting matching nipple piercings for our next anniversary."

We walk out of the restaurant and head back towards my apartment, "Are you ever serious?"

"Nah." He slings his arm back over my shoulder. "That's Boomer's job. Brick's job is to be a little whiney bitch. And I'm the ugly duck of the trio. I'm obviously misplaced with my dashing good looks and social skills."

I look at him. "I didn't think your brothers were that ugly when I met them." His eyes narrow and he's silent for a second. "Are you telling me that I have competition against my own brothers?" I laugh and he rambles on, "Because don't think for a second I won't beat the hell out of them. Done it before and I'd do it again. Trying to take my woman."

"Excuse you. I am my own independent person; nobodies 'woman'. And who the hell said we were going out?"

"What I meant to say was that…"

"You sure mean to say a lot of things." I give him a sharp poke in the chest.

He rubs his chest where I poked him. "Like I was saying… I really meant, that having my brothers try to take such a gorgeous person like you away from me."

Awwwww. "Well if it makes you feel any better, you're the one I like."

"Awesome. Does that mean we're boyfriend/girlfriend now?"

"It most certainly does not! You haven't asked me out, or taken me on a date…"

"Tomorrow."

"What about tomorrow?"

"I'm taking you out on a date."

"You don't even know if I'm free yet…" He cuts me off, "Are you free tomorrow Buttercup?"

"My sisters will probably be over, and I've got to go into work for a couple of hours, but other than that I don't think I'm doing anything else."

"You work?"

"Of course I do."

"That's cool."

"I guess. Don't you work?"

"Nah."

"What do you mean 'nah'? Where do you get the money to buy out half the restaurant when you're hungry?"

"I used to work, and got a chunk of cash from that, but most of it is from inheritance."

"From who?"

"Mojo Jojo."

"I didn't know he had that much money…"

"He didn't to start off with, but who knew monkeys were good with stocks. The point is, I'm looking for work, so don't consider me a total bum yet."

"What did you do for your last job?"

"I worked at this little sushi joint."

"Why'd you leave?"

"Well technically they fired me; they said I was eating more than my share of free food offered to employees."

I laugh. "So how long ago was that?"

"Oh… you know… like…nine months."

"Yeah you're a total bum."

"Hey, it's not my fault I have no ambition."

"So you're a total lazy bum."

"You say lazy bum, I say hard working man. It's all a matter of opinion."

I swat at the back of his head but he ducks and laughs, "How much longer till we get to your apartment?"

"It's right there." I point to my building a block away. "We still haven't thought of what to say to everyone when we get back."

"We'll just make it up as we go. No worries."

We make it to my apartment and take the elevator to my floor. We stop outside the door to my apartment, and hold our breath as a shriek filters through my apartment door. "BRICKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" Then a crash sounds inside.

I back away from the door and tug at Butch's arm. "You know, I never did get those chips from the store."

We share a smile and retrace are steps back outside. As we're walking out of my building he grabs my hand to get my attention.

"Hey, I have a question."

"Yeah?"

"They said Blossom got you kicked out of Townsville, is that true?"

If you ask most people around Townsville if they ever remember Blossom having short hair, they would probably tilt their head to the side and laugh. It was a well-known fact that Blossom adored her hair, her LONG hair. I remember it as a child because I would always compare mine to hers. Mine was short and choppy; a frizzy dark mess. Hers was the complete opposite. Hers was long and silky. She always took time out of her morning to style it; usually a simple elegant bow. And me, well I just let my pillow style my hair.

But what most people don't know is that Blossom did have short hair. She never told anyone out loud why she cut her hair, but I had an idea why.

If you ask most people around Townsville if Blossom ever broke rules, they would probably tell you she was a perfect child, even as a teenager. She was known for having her 4.0 grade point average in school and the awards different clubs threw at her for her chivalry. She was also team captain of our high schools Volley Ball team.

But what most people don't know is that Blossom did break the rules. In fact, she broke them more than even the proclaimed bad apples of our school. But that's no surprise. Blossom has always been a leader, in all situations: fighting crime, sports, and friendship… So what do you expect when she starts befriends the bad apples?

If you ask most people around Townsville if Blossom would ever betray her sister, they would probably gasp in horror at such an absurd claim. How could such a thing be suggested about such a nice strong innocent girl like Blossom?

But what most people don't know is that they were wrong.

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Next Chapter: Butch's point of view on his and Buttercup's first meeting after the dance.