Hey you great readers! Sorry for another late night update! Couldn't get on the site... was that for everyone? or just me? o well, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Butch: Read on!

Me: how did you get back in here?!

Buttercup violently shoved notebooks into her green and black decorated locker. She sighed as she stared at the bright roses in her hand before, slightly more gently, placing them in the locker too and slamming the door shut and walking toward the cafeteria. She was so confused. Mitch was a great guy. He had always been there for Buttercup, and before she befriended the Rowdyruffs he was her only close friend.

She didn't suspect him of actually being a villain or something, that wasn't even a consideration. But there was something about him that warned Buttercup to steer clear of Mitch as a potential boyfriend. She had to admit, however, he was great and he'd even grown up to be quite good looking, but something about going to the dance with him felt… wrong. Like, maybe Mitch would-

"BC! I need your help!" Buttercup was snapped at out of her thoughts and faced a very anxious Butch. She pushed aside her own doubts for another time, her counterpart needed her. Buttercup would do anything for Butch, and he would do the same for her.

"I'll help you if you promise to take a breath-mint later" Buttercup teased. Butch glared at her.

"My breath smells like rainbows and fucking unicorns!" he exclaimed. Buttercup furrowed her eyebrows in amusement and waited for Butch to explain what was wrong.

"Okay, so I went to ask Bubbles to the dance and-"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Slow it down Butchie-Boy! You want to go to the dance with Bubbles?" Buttercup interrupted.

"Yeah, why is that so hard to believe?" Butch questioned.

"Well, I never thought you were ever serious about it. Have you always been serious when you asked her?" Butch nodded meekly and Buttercup sighed in amazement. She gestured for Butch to continue.

"Well… I froze up. I couldn't move or speak a single syllable. I just froze, and that has never happened, not ever and I have no clue what's wrong with me." Buttercup burst into laughter in her mind. It was amusing to see that Butch, the biggest player in the school, was nervous. She began to explain Butch's new emotion to him, when the sweet-natured blond came into view. Butch gasped, grasping onto Buttercup's arms and holding her in front of him while he crouched behind her.

"There she is, don't let her see me or I'll make a fool out of myself!" he whispered. Buttercup was going to tell him he already was making a fool of himself, but Bubbles had already approached.

"Hey Butters! H-" Bubbles pointed at the black spike that peeked from behind Buttercup in a questioning manner. Buttercup simply shrugged as if to say "don't worry about it."

"Uh, well I won't be home until about fix tonight, I'm going to help decorate for the dance. Could you tell the Professor when you get home so he doesn't worry?" Bubbles asked.

"Sure, see you in P.E." Buttercup said as Bubbles returned to bouncing down the halls going who knows where. Butch peeked up from his place behind Buttercup.

"Do you think she saw me?" he asked. Buttercup rolled her eyes.

"No Butch, you're a master of stealth and there is no way in hell she saw you" Buttercup stated plainly. Butch sighed in relief, again Buttercup rolled her eyes.

"Aw, it wooks wike widdle Butchie is nervous" Buttercup teased with a smirk. Butch scoffed at the assumption.

"Uh no, Butch Jojo does not get nervous!" he stated, folding his arms in a cocky manner.

"Oh, okay. Well good 'cause Bubbles is right behind you" Buttercup pointed behind Butch. He flinched and tried to run away but smashed right into the wall of lockers, hard. Buttercup tried her best to contain her laughter as Butch fell to the floor holding his face in pain.

"Okay first of all, how did that happen? You should have known those lockers were there. And two, my point exactly, face it Butchie-Boy, you're nervous. It happens to the best of us, well except me of course. Don't stress, just be yourself and try not to worry about what her answer will be." Buttercup helped Butch to his feet and left to the cafeteria while he leaned against the lockers.

"Stupid emotions."

Later on that day, Boomer sat at his navy blue desk at home with a text book and worksheet in front of him. He slowly read through a paragraph, but not registering the information. Boomer groaned in frustration. He couldn't focus on his homework. Not when the girl he liked was going to a dance with his friend. Mitch knew all too well how Boomer felt about Buttercup, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. Boomer closed the textbook roughly, hoping to release some frustration.

As much as he wanted to punch Mitch hard enough to break his nose, he couldn't. Boomer knew it probably just drive Buttercup even further away from him, especially if she really did like Mitch. But at the same time, Boomer knew how much it would pain him to see Buttercup walking down the halls in Mitch's arms.

"You mean noodle arms" Butch said from the doorway of Boomer's bedroom. Boomer jumped at the sound of his voice, but realized he must have been talking aloud without realizing it. Butch let himself further into the room and sat on Boomer's bed.

"You have got to work on that habit, it could cause you trouble." He said. Boomer shrugged and put his unfinished homework in his backpack.

"Speaking of trouble, has Brick come home yet?" Boomer asked. Butch's eyes widened and he shook his head. The two brothers exchanged knowing glances and started to leave in search of Brick. Before they were able to make it out of Boomer's room, a red stripe of color blew passed the window. Butch and Boomer rushed out to Brick's room.

"Where the hell have you been Leader Boy?" Butch questioned, clearly annoyed. Brick remained unfazed and rolled his eyes.

"All you need to know is that I think the stupid monkey is up to something." Brick said.

"What makes you think that?" Boomer asked.

"I saw him hand the members of the Gangreen Gang something and they shook hands like they were making a deal. I think we should skip school tomorrow and investigate; it'll give us a chance to show the Powerpuff Girls that we can just as much good alone." He explained. Butch sighed and collapsed on Brick's bed.

"Well, see there is a problem with that…" Brick only glared in reply. Butch smiled meekly but continued, "Tomorrow I actually need to go to school so I can ask Bubbles to the dance." Brick was ready to protest but froze with confusion. Boomer also stared at Butch with amazement.

"You want to go the dance with Little Blue?" Brick exclaimed.

"Why is that so hard to believe?!" Butch demanded, standing from Brick's bed.

"Oh chill out. You should know the answer, because you never stick with one girl for too long and you better not break her heart" Brick hissed.

"I'm not; I've been trying to get her to go on a date with me since the beginning of the year!" Butch shouted. A stinging sensation rang throughout Butch's cheek and he realized Boomer glaring at him.

"Lower your voice! Mom is sleeping!" he demanded. Butch was ready to start a fight when Brick took both of them by their arms and flipped them onto their backs, each groaning in pain.

"You two have put off my command long enough, we have a serious issue here and all you can think about is the Powerpuff Girls." Brick said lowly. Butch was the first to stand up and he glared at Brick.

"Stop calling them that. You never referred to them like that; it's always been "the girls". And by the way, you can quit letting that argument with Blossom bother you. We don't have to prove anything to them. You know you would do anything for Blossom and her sisters, no matter how mad you think you are." With that, Butch left to his own room, with Boomer right behind him to his own.

Brick could feel the heat in his knuckles as he clenched his fists. "Fine! I'll go by myself! I don't need you two or Blossom!" he said loud enough for his brothers' super hearing to catch, but not loud enough to wake Ms. Keane.

"Don't you mean: 'or the girls'?" Boomer's voice sounded from next door, mockingly, and it took every ounce of restraint Brick had not to fly into his room and kick his ass. He bolted out of his bedroom window and slammed it shut with full force.

The next day, Butch paced up and down the halls at school near Bubbles' locker. He played out multiple scenarios in his head of how things could turn out. He could ask her, and she could say either yes or no... Or a monster could attack the school before he had the chance. Butch shook his head; that was a stupid scenario, although it wasn't impossible.

Suddenly the school bell rang, and the crowd of chattering students slowly disappeared into classrooms. Now Butch was getting worried. Where was she? Was she not coming to school? Butch sighed and turned a corner to go to class. Maybe he could go to her house after school and ask her then.

Butch stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the sound of skipping ballet flats and soft, cheerful humming. He peered back around the corner to see Bubbles just getting to her locker. Butch took a deep breath and put on his best smile, and approached her locker.

"Did Baby Blue sleep in this morning?" he asked jokingly, managing to make Bubbles' already bright smile widen.

"Is Badass Butch ditching first period… again?" Bubbles teased. Butch chuckled, but remembered that Bubbles wasn't very fond of "bad boys", so he quickly made up a reasonable excuse.

"No, I was actually just waiting for you" he said charmingly. It really wasn't a lie; he had been waiting for her all morning.

"Well your class is all the way on the other side of the hall, and mine is right around the corner, so I'll see you at lunch" she shut her locker and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Butch gripped Bubbles' long sleeved shirt and lightly yanked her back. "Uh- I actually wanted to ask you something." He stuttered. Butch's heart beat picked up as he looked into Bubbles' bright and captivating blue eyes. He felt himself tense up and opened his mouth to speak but, again, nothing came out. Butch replayed Buttercup's words in his head and relaxed. He looked down at the blond in front of him, who looked concerned for him, and took a deep breath.

"Bubbles, would you please be my date to the dance tomorrow?" the words flowed out of his mouth with ease.

Bubbles giggled mischievously to herself. Butch really wasn't going to stop until she said yes. With as many times as he had asked, she began to think he was serious about it, really serious. He probably expected her to say no again, and then he would go and easily find another date like he'd done many times before. But this time it would be different.

"Okay" she agreed simply. "Bet he didn't see that coming!" she thought.

"I knew you would say that, but if you could just give me a- Wait did you say yes?" Bubbles nodded shyly and Butch's eyes lit up with excitement. He did a fist-pump, floating off the ground slightly until Bubbles grabbed his collar and pulled him to her level. Her once innocent and sweet icy blue eyes were now serious and fierce.

"But if you stand me up or break my heart at the dance, you and I will have a problem" she said in such a threatening manner that virtually scared the crap out of Butch. He nodded in understanding and Bubbles gently released her grip on his shirt. She held up her pinky finger like it was serious business. Butch stared at it, slightly confused.

"Don't tell me you don't know what a pinky promise is" Bubbles sighed.

"No, of course I know what it is, but-"

"Your pinky may be the smallest finger, but it holds the biggest secrets and promises. You break a pinky swear with me, you lose my trust, and I never break my pinky swears." She stated, her pinky finger still in the air. Butch smiled and intertwined his finger with Bubbles'.

"I, Butch Jojo, pinky swear to be at your house at five-thirty tomorrow to pick you up" Butch declared.

"And I, Bubbles Utonium, pinky swear to be your date for the night" Bubbles added with a giggle. Their eyes met, and they held a gaze for a few moments before Bubbles blushed and released Butch's pinky. She turned away to get to class, "I'll see you later, okay?"

Butch nodded and did multiple fist-pumps in the air once she turned the corner. He silently cheered to himself and kicked his feet up in short lived skips. With one quick kick, Butch hit his foot on the lockers in front of him causing him to cry out and hold his aching foot. Bubbles peeked around the corner and witnessed Butch's misfortune, and tried to contain her giggles.

Butch looked up and spotted her, his heart skipped a beat.

"Oh… you saw that?" he laughed nervously and backed out of the hall, tripping and falling over a trashcan on the way. Butch quickly got to his feet and limped as fast as he could out of sight before he could embarrass himself anymore.

Once he was missing from her view, Bubbles grinned and continued to her class.

"Maybe he's not playing games…"

Well, there you have it!

Butch: please review!

Me: yes, please do... but Butch... WHY ARE YOU IN HERE AGAIN!?

Buttercup: *pushes Butch out of chair and sits down* Review... please

Me: thanks for reading! :D

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