Wasteland of Broken Illusions Chapter 10: I'm Bringin' Sexy Back!, a powerpuff girls fanfic

Author's Note: Apologies for late updating! Schoolwork… so I'm paying you back with an extra long chapter! Abra! Kadabra! Alakazam! :P

Bubbles' Point of View—

Blossom and I followed Buttercup to Mitch's house and landed in the front yard where Mitch was waiting.

"Hey, BC! Hey Blossom, hey Bubbles," he greeted, tossing the football into the air.

"Hey Mitch," Blossom replied reluctantly.

"Hi, Mitch!" I cried cheerfully.

He smiled in my direction and snorted a slight chuckle, shaking his head. I didn't see why Blossom would be so angry with him. It seems to me that Buttercup forgives him and Mitch was just drunk. Why couldn't she just forget about it? Besides, I thought Mitch was pretty cute. Maybe not as cute as Boomer, but he was cute.

Then, I looked up at the sky to see Butch, Boomer, and Brick. I smiled slightly, and then realized what I was wearing. 'I can't see Boomie like this!' I thought to myself.

"Umm…h-hi, Bubbles."

I slowly turned around to see a blushing Boomer, grinning sheepishly.

"Hey, B-Boomer. Are you playing f-football t-t-today?" I asked him nervously. He nodded in reply.

I gazed up at his messy, honey blonde hair that hung over his forehead, his cobalt eyes peeking out of the sea of blonde. He noticed me staring and shifted his weight on his left foot, then back on his right foot. We met eyes, sky blue to sapphire. My cheeks turned a rosy vermilion as I looked away from him.

Blossom's Point of View—

I sat on the doorsteps of Mitch's house in slight irritation. I wanted to be as far away from everyone else as possible, but close enough to keep an eye on Mitch and Buttercup.

'Butch wouldn't let anything happen to her.' I thought to myself. I let out a deep sigh and buried my head into my hands.

"What's wrong, Blossy?"

I looked up to see Brick standing before me, a blank expression on his face as he chewed on his gum relentlessly, his hands in the pockets of his khaki cargo shorts.

"Nothing. Leave me alone, Brick," I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. He simply chuckled before blowing a bubble and popping it. He ignored my request and tugged on the red bow that held my hair up until it slid out of my hair. My hair fell loosely around my shoulders and down my back as he smirked at me.

"Give it back, Brick," I sighed.

I reached up for my bow just as he snatched it out of my reach. I took his red hat instead, noticing that we had the same auburn shade of hair.

"Give it to me, Red!" he demanded as he tried to grab his hat back. I simply pulled it out of his reach and slapped it over my hair in one motion.

"Give me my bow back, Pink!" I retorted jokingly.

"I'm not wearing pink, Red!"

"I'm not wearing red, Pink!"

He glared at me playfully.

"You are so going down in football. Besides, this is a man's sport. You can't play if you don't have balls," he teased, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, I guess that you won't be playing."

His mouth hung open in shock as his cheeks grew a coral pink.

"Why, I oughtta—"

"FOOTBALL TIME!"

We turned to the direction of the voice. It was Buttercup. Of course. Brick and I looked at each other a final time before running over to where they were standing.

Buttercup's Point of View—

Mitch blew his whistle loud, startling everyone. Bubbles screamed in shock. Butch and I fell over on the ground, hysterical with laughter. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Mitch glared at Butch enviously. I shook the image from my head and sprang to my feet. Mitch gestured for us to follow him and we all trailed after him towards a huge, vacant field marked with white lines. It was perfect for a rough game of football.

"Okay, so how do we play?" Bubbles asked innocently.

"We'll do it the basic way. So, basically, you divide yourself up into two teams. Butch, assign teams," I announced.

"Are we doing partner teams?"

"No."

"Okay, umm… girls against boys."

"That leaves one person out," Brick stated.

Butch frowned and scratched his head in confusion.

"Butch…there's four guys and three girls. One left over, bro."

"Nu-uh!"

"Your answer doesn't have any logic behind it. Let's be rational here."

"What the hell, Brick? We're talking football here, not about your rashes, you nasty heifer!"

Blossom and Brick face-palmed themselves in unison. They looked up at each other and rolled their eyes. Love birds.

"Never mind, Butch. Continue with your instruction," Brick finally said.

"Umm… Mitch is on our team. Just umm… be gentle or something."

"Gentle?" I questioned.

"Yeah. Daffodil," Mitch said, smirking at me.

"Daffodil? I'm a fucking daffodil?" I roared.

"Is your sister like this all the time?" Boomer asked Bubbles timidly.

"Sometimes. Hey, Boomer?"

"Yeah Bubbles?"

"Go easy on me, please? I'm a daffodil."

He smiled bashfully.

"Break up into teams and huddle!" Mitch barked as he bolted towards Boomer, Brick, and Butch.

I darted towards Blossom and Bubbles and crouched down, looping my arms over their shoulders. They just stood there awkwardly.

"What the hell are you doing? Huddle, dammit!"

"What's a huddle?" Bubbles asked curiously.

"Bend down on your knees and put your arms around our shoulders. Hurry, we've only got a few minutes!"

When they crouched down and placed their arms over my shoulders, I formulated my brilliant, slightly diabolical scheme on how to win. It was the perfect strategy—I had calculated all of the possible outcomes and had made sure that it used all of our strong points to their maximum ability. I may have been a dunce in the classroom and may have never had any book smarts, but when it came to football logic, I was pure genius.

"Break!"

We turned from our huddle just as the boys did. Blossom and Bubbles proudly took their positions and kneeled down, a look of determination frozen on their faces. I grinned and took my position.

Mitch centered the ball in the middle of the yard and backed away into his position. We had a slightly twisted way to playing football. Instead of people throwing the ball to start the game, we set the ball in the middle of the field and on the count of three we all dove for the ball. Whoever touched it first got it. I looked past Boomer at the white line sketched onto the dirt with chalk. That served as our touchdown line. We just had to get past them. I grinned even wider. This would be easy.

"Rules are:

Play fair, no use of powers will be allowed, and umm…. yeah," Mitch said.

We nodded and waited for the countdown.

"Three… two… one… GO!"

Blossom and I wasted no time. We bolted for our counterparts before they could get a chance to run. But, there was a trick. Remember when I said that I used all of our strong points to our advantage? This is when that all goes into full swing.

I collided with Butch just as Blossom tackled Brick to the dirt. I nailed Butch to the ground and tripped Mitch just as he tried to make a run for it. He tumbled to the ground and landed on top of Butch. I held their arms and legs down with every ounce of strength I had while Blossom pinned Brick down.

"I feel uncomfortable with Mitch on top of me like this! I have balls, and I have morals, okay?" Butch whined, flailing his arms and bucking up in an attempt to throw Mitch off.

"Dude, you think it makes it any better with you jerking around everywhere? It looks like I'm riding you or something!" Mitch snarled. Butch scoffed and ceased with his rampage.

Bubbles took this opportunity to zoom towards the ball, leaving behind a trail of light blue. This was all a part of the plan. Bubbles was the fastest of us, which is why I had her run for the ball. Blossom and I tackled the boys out of her way so she wouldn't get slowed down and we would have a greater chance of getting the ball.

Suddenly, a flash of navy blue zipped past us towards the ball. My head spun around quickly to get a glimpse as my hair whipped into my face. Then, I gave myself a mental face palm. Through my seemingly brilliant, devious, impeccable football strategy that I had so vigilantly calculated and formulated, there was a flaw. A flaw so simple but so complex… I forgot about Boomer.

"How could you leave Boomer out?" Blossom called.

"Why didn't you pin him down?"

She ignored the question and turned to face the field, an aggravated Brick thrashing beneath her.

Bubbles decided to manipulate her gymnastics skills as she hurdled herself at Boomer, executing cartwheels and flips all in one swift, fluid motion. Boomer dove straight for her torso as she launched into another back flip. He clashed into Bubbles and the impact sent them both skyrocketing down towards the ground, completely missing the ball.

When the clouds of dust finally let up, I saw that Bubbles was lying on her back, Boomer sitting on top of her.

Bubbles' Point of View—

When I opened my eyes, I saw Boomer grinning down at me bashfully, his cheeks a rosy coral.

"I-I'm sorry, B-Bubbles."

"It's okay, Boomer. I-I know you didn't mean it."

"You can have the ball. Just push me off of you and make a run for it. I-I won't stop you… Hehe… Brick and Butch are gonna kill me when they find out about…"

He paused and shifted his gaze around, already aware that he had said too much.

"Th-thanks, Boomer."

He smiled a final time before I hesitantly slammed him to the ground. I grimaced as he rolled over in slight pain, clutching his stomach. I sped towards the ball and grabbed it from the ground, holding it over my head in triumph.

"Way to go, Bubbles!" Blossom cheered, leaping off of Brick.

"Hell yeah, Bubbles!" Buttercup praised as Butch playfully shoved her off of him. I smiled at Boomer and he smiled back. For once, I actually felt that I had made my sisters happy.

"Let's start the game! Get your asses back to your lineups!" Mitch barked, glaring at Butch as him and Buttercup rolled around in the grass. I noticed that Mitch has been looking sort of jealous today. I wonder what that was all about.

"Come on, Bubbs!" I heard Buttercup call.

I turned towards her and skipped over and crouched down into the huddle.

Buttercup explained the plan, Blossom occasionally suggesting optional tricks.

"Break!"

We turned towards the field and took our positions, eagerly awaiting the countdown.

"Three…two…one…GO!"

Blossom's Point of View-

Buttercup and I took off towards the boys as they charged at us. Which is where they fell into a trap. Brick must have inferred that Buttercup and I were going to go after our counterparts again since we did the first time. Buttercup must have known this, too, when she tweaked the plan. Instead of going after Brick, I sailed at Butch and Mitch, completely startling them. A vicious snarl erupted from my throat as I slammed into Mitch and Butch, toppling and rolling over for a moment until we came to a halt. Butch groaned in pain as Mitch rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, gazing up at the sky cross-eyed, mumbling under his breath. The jolting force knocked the wind out of me for a second as I lay there, rubbing my temples.

"Bubbles, watch out!"

I turned to the voice to see Boomer and Brick running straight for Bubbles, Buttercup chasing after them not far behind. I scrambled to my feet and lurched forward, dashing towards Bubbles. As soon as I was in reaching distance, I soared towards Brick just as Buttercup lunged for Boomer. Just as I landed on top of Brick, who landed on top of Buttercup, who landed on top of Boomer, who landed on top of Bubbles, Butch suddenly sprang on top of me! Bubbles squealed in pain as additional weight was added to her. Boomer groaned and Buttercup cussed under her breath.

"Whoa, mass pileup! Get back up, get back up!" Mitch yelled as he ran towards us. I grunted in relief as Butch peeled himself off of me. I lifted myself up and rubbed my aching arms. One after another, everyone all slowly got up, grimacing with discomfort as his or her sore arms and legs ached with pain.

Mitch whistled and scratched the nape of his neck.

"I guess there's no more football…"

Brick placed his fingers on his chin thoughtfully, softly biting his full bottom lip.

"We could play a game of truth or dare."

"I'm game! BC is, too," Butch exclaimed.

"Seems fun… I'm up. Boomer, are you playing?" Bubbles said.

"Hell yeah!"

Everyone turned to Boomer in astonishment. He blushed a deep crimson shade and smiled self-consciously.

"Red is playing. Mitch, you playing?" Brick asked.

"I guess so."

"Great. So just lead us back to your place-"

"Can't."

Brick blinked in disbelief.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I don't have my house key. Mom isn't home. Gotta wait till the afternoon when she gets back from the mall."

Brick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Just like I do when I'm aggravated,' I thought to myself.

"Who's house are we gonna go to now?" Boomer asked, his royal blue eyes flickering from me to Brick.

"I have an idea."

"Not now, Bubbles."

"But I—"

"I said not now!"

Bubbles closed her mouth and twiddled her thumbs, a bashful habit that she has. When I couldn't think of anything else, I let out a sigh.

"What was your plan, Bubbles?"

Her light cerulean eyes lit up with avid enthusiasm.

"They could come to our house."

Realizing what she had just said, she turned her gaze to the ground modestly.

"Bubbles, are you nuts? Do you know what Professor and mom would say?"

"Professor left for the science fair in Houston. He won't be back for a few days or so. And mom, well, she's at a business party with a few of her co-workers."

Brick and Butch's jaws dropped with shock at Bubbles' daring suggestion. Boomer simply smiled coyly, gazing down at his shoes.

"Bubbles, when'd you get a backbone?" Buttercup asked, grinning.

"What the Professor doesn't know won't hurt him, I guess."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, let's go then!" Buttercup shouted excitedly, shooting into the air.

"Well, I can't fly!" Mitch exclaimed.

Buttercup flew over to him and grabbed him by his shirt.

"Let's go!"

And with that, we took off towards our house.

Buttercup's Point of View—

I laid Mitch down on the floor as Blossom and Brick collapsed onto the couch. Bubbles and Boomer settled themselves into the plush beanbags. I kicked my shoes off and laid down on my stomach next to Butch and Mitch, my head propped up by my hands.

"Who goes first?" Bubbles inquired curiously as she made herself comfortable.

"I wanna go! I wanna go!" Boomer insisted, waving his hands in the air.

"Okay! Calm down and go, Boomer," Blossom demanded sternly.

"Okay, okay, okay… hmm… Mitch! Truth or dare?"

"Umm…dare."

"I dare you to go change into a slutty outfit and get on the table and dance to 'Sexy Back' by Justin Timberlake!"

"What the hell?"

"Anybody got some slutty clothes?" Boomer asked loudly, ignoring Mitch's protests.

"I got some from Halloween. Buttercup, go get the boom box," Blossom instructed. I nodded and flew up my stairs and into my room. I grabbed the boom box and returned downstairs.

"Go try these on, Mitch," Blossom said as she threw a heap of clothes at Mitch.

Mitch mumbled something under his breath and slipped into the bathroom. It was a good five minutes before he returned. Everyone turned to look at him and burst into hysterical laughter. Mitch was wearing fishnet stockings and a red corset with black lace and a black bow in the middle.

"Dude, you look like a tranny!" Butch choked out, pointing and laughing uncontrollably.

"Nah, he looks more like a drag queen!" Brick teased, clutching his sides.

"Let's get this over with," Mitch huffed, walking towards the table.

"Wait."

Mitch turned to Blossom.

"Put these on."

She held up a pair of red stiletto heels, approximately five and a half inches high.

"What the-"

"It was a dare, huh Boomer?"

"Yeah, Blossom!"

Mitch scoffed as he stepped into the heels. He jumped onto the table as the music started.

[… Sexy back by Justin Timberlake … ]

I'm bringing sexy back

Them other boys don't know how to act

I think you're special, what's behind your back?

So turn around and I'll pick up the slack

Take 'em to the bridge

Mitch thrust his pelvis into the air rather awkwardly, rocking his hips from side to side. He attempted to pop his booty, but the results were slightly disturbing. But once he found the beat, he couldn't be stopped.

Dirty babe

You see these shackles baby I'm your slave

I'll let you whip me if I misbehave

It's just that no one makes me feel this way

Take 'em to the chorus

He turned around and bent over, slapping his ass and making it jiggle.

"Ummm…" Bubbles started, slightly petrified.

He whirled back around and put his hands up in the air, bouncing his booty up and down.

"SLUUUT!" I teased as I threw him three dollars. He bent down and took them up, stuffing the bills in his corset top.

Come here girl