A/N: And here's Chapter Three. I warned at the end of the last chapter that this would be a short fic. Right now, I have Rowdyruff Boy withdrawal syndrome. Again, I want to thank Demi Lovato and her song "Don't Forget" for the inspiration.

Disclaimer: Still don't the Powerpuff Girls or "Don't Forget."

Enjoy.

Blossom POV

I gaped at the sign that hung in the window of the little diner. Were my eyes decieving me? A quick double-take told me that what I saw was the truth. The diner was closed for good. As I rushed home to tell my sisters, I felt like I was going to explode with glee.

"Girls!" I shouted happily as I burst into the house.

"What is it, Blossom?" Bubbles trilled from the sofa. She was busy reading The Notebook.

"The diner closed!" To an outsider, this would have sounded like total gibberish.

"So?" Buttercup's quiet, inflectionless voice barely carried over to me from where she sat in the recliner, even with my supersenses. She looked to be near the end of Twilight. New Moon was in her reach for her to read when she finished.

"So," I addressed my zombie-esque sister, "it means that Him's out of Townsville forever!" Yet more Gobbledegook for someone not in the know.

"Good." Buttercup went back to reading. She almost instantly closed the book and picked up New Moon.

"That's great, Blossom!" Bubbles seemed ecstatic. "We should celebrate! Hey, why don't we go to that little teen club on Main?"

"Sounds good," I agreed. "Buttercup?" She nodded wordlessly. I tried my best not to look worried. "I'll tell the Professor where we're going." I quickly left, attempting not to turn back and envelope Buttercup in a warm hug. Even after all she'd been through, she still detested being fussed over.

Buttercup POV

I entered the club cautiously, so as not to draw attention to myself. I couldn't believe I'd allowed Bubbles to dress me up. I was now wearing tight black skinny jeans, a grass-green t-shirt with a darker green trim, and a jade-green leather jacket with tassels at the end of the three-quarter sleeves and trim the same color as the t-shirt's. The jacket was also short, only coming down to my waist, with wide lapels and two big buttons. Of course, I couldn't bring myself to look at my ballet flats; they reminded me too much of him.

Bubbles herself was wearing a frilly blue cap-sleeved top with trim and sleeves of a darker blue, a white miniskirt, and baby blue stilletos. Being Bubbles, she looked stunning. "You okay, Buttercup?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Where's Blossom?" At that moment, my red-haired sibling appeared. She wore a pink tank top that was layered to look torn with a white tank underneath it. A pink belt rested on her hips about a red-and-black plaid skirt. On her feet were pink wedges.

"Hey, girls," she said. "The DJ just told me that it's Karaoke Night." Note to self, I thought. Don't come here on a Saturday ever again.

With that, my sisters and I went our separate ways. I sat in a random lounge chair and pulled New Moon out of the purse Bubbles had forced me to bring. I made it through the middle of Chapter Three before I slammed the book shut.

I bet the millions of girls out there who are in love with Edward Cullen think they know how Bella feels, I grumbled angrily in my head. But they don't! They have no idea! At that moment, shards of glass were embedding themselves deeper and deeper into the hole where my heart used to be. I put New Moon back in my purse.

Someone tapped my shoulder and I looked up. "Hey, Allie," I said in surprise.

"Hi," Allie said. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I sighed. "I was just reading."

"Oh." My quiet friend sat on the arm of my chair. I couldn't help but smile. Allie's calm presence always made me feel better.

The DJ's voice suddenly reached my ears. "Now, who should go next?" I was aware of a bright light in my eyes. "How about this little lady in the back?" It was then that I realized that there was a spotlight on me.

I handed my purse to Allie. "Hold this for me, will ya?" People pushed me toward the small stage. I stepped onto it awkwardly.

Words scrolled across the screen in front of me. The song I would sing was "Don't Forget" by Demi Lovato. I knew the tune of the notes, so I figured that it would be easy.

The lyrics appeared on the screen. As I sang, the music began to play. "Did you forget that I was even alive? Did you forget everything we ever had? Did you forget? Did you forget about me?" Then it dawned on me that this would not be an easy song at all. Even so, I continued.

"Did you regret ever standing by my side? Did you forget what we were feeling inside? Now I'm left to forget about us.

"But somewhere we went wrong. We were once so strong. Our love is like a song--you can't forget it." As I sang this, I noticed two things. One, Blossom was no where to be seen. Two, I was getting more emotional by the word. I glanced down to see Allie in the front row. She gave me a thumbs-up sign. I grinned and went on.

"So now I guess this is where we have to stand. Did you regret ever holding my hand? Never again....Please, don't forget. Don't forget." The broken glass in my chest caught fire.

"We had it all. We were just about to fall even more in love than we were before. I won't forget. I won't forget about us." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain as I waited for the chorus to begin.

"But somewhere we went wrong. We were once so strong. Our love is like a song--you can't forget it." As the guitar riffs began, I noticed that Bubbles was gone, too. Then, something caught my eye: a flash of emerald green, just near the front door of the club. Hope sparked in me, though I told myself that I was just seeing things. Despite this, I found myself singing the next part more powerfully than I'd ever heard anyone sing before.

"Somewhere we went wrong! We were once so strong! Our love is like a song--you can't forget it at all!" Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to overflow. Strangely, I hoped they would. But they never did, not even as I sang the last part.

"And, at last, all the pictures have been burned and all the past is just lesson that we've learned. I won't forget. Please, don't forget us." My voice grew very quiet.

"Somewhere we went wrong. Our love is like a song, but you won't sing along. You've forgotten about us." I still did not cry, though I felt an odd sense of release.

The crowd of teenagers went wild. I didn't enjoy the praise. In fact, I wanted to get out of there. I looked behind me and saw a back door. Relieved, I climbed down the stairs. Allie rushed up to me. "Here's your purse," she said. I took it from her. "You okay? You don't look so good."

"I'm fine," I lied. "I, um....I'm going home."

"Okay," Allie nodded. "See you Monday."

"See ya." I hung the purse on my right shoulder and under my left arm. Then I hurried out the door.

The door led straight outside onto Market Street. I resolved to walk home. It would give me more time to compose myself.

I decided to take an unlit back road home. As I walked, all the pain I'd put into my performance caught up with me and I stumbled. The breeze blew harder and I shivered.

There was no way I'd really seen that flash of green in the club. I had to accept the fact that he was not coming back, not ever. I swallowed hard. Then I began to sing softly to myself.

"Somewhere we went wrong. Our love is like a song, but you won't sing along. You've forgotten about us."

In the instant that I finished, I felt the presence of someone. Before I could turn to see who it was, hard, strong arms wrapped around my torso. The man, whoever it was, held me close to him.

Then a voice, gruff and so, so familiar, responded to my last song-statement. "No, I haven't," he whispered.

And there's Chapter Three. Review, bitte!