Okay, so...this is the first chapter. Hope you like it!

(Edit: I've recently revised this chapter! There were so. Many. Typos. It was killing me. Haha.)

Disclaimer: None of the Powerpuff Girls belong to me, and the song 'Control Myself' by LL Cool J isn't mine either. (To hear that song, go to my profile and click on the link for the playlist!) But in my world, they are!

Chapter One

My sisters and I stepped through the doorway, and we gasped in unison.

Somehow, my sisters -Bubbles and Buttercup- convinced me to go to that filthy prison that they called fun.

Ever since we were five, my sisters and I have always loved dancing, and couldn't wait until we were older so we could go out at night. Even Bubbles did, even though she was a bit afraid of the dark (more like a lot, but that's not the point.). We just recently turned 16, and we were finally allowed to go out at night, other than crime fighting, that is. I guess since that place was the only place we could go, well, there we were. It was called Electric Blue, and it was a teen club for teens ages fifteen to nineteen. The night was our first night out in Townsville, and the first time we saw Electric Blue on the inside. We had flown past it many times, but we had never been inside.

'Now,' I dubiously admitted to myself, 'Even though I'm still kind of suspicious of this place, I'm actually kind of excited.' I never told Buttercup or Bubbles this, but I really loved dancing.

Other than playing Guitar and brushing up on my German and Dutch, it was one of my favorite things to do. I tried to keep it to myself mostly, because people usually say, 'Dancing? But you're the smart one!' and it got pretty annoying. I didn't know why I love it, I just did. I couldn't explain it. When I heard the music pulsating, the beat pulsing in my veins, it took over my body and nobody was around me. I got absolutely lost in it.

Even though I didn't even want to be there, it actually seemed pretty cool.

Strobe lights were flashing, glow sticks could be seen everywhere, and the dance floor was huge. In fact, it was filled with teens already dancing. There was a soda bar on the East wall, while there were tables and chairs near the West wall.

In front of me, Bubbles squealed almost uncontrollably, clapping her hands together excitedly, and Buttercup just stood still, arms folded, her eyes roaming the one story building with a wide, satisfied smirk. As if there had been some silence signal that went off, both of my sisters took off in different directions; Buttercup heading to the bar, and Bubbles to the dance floor. I smiled silently at their departing figures. Earlier, we had all taken quite some time picking out our outfits...well, Bubbles and I anyway.

Bubbles had on a blue lace, strapless, mini dress with a wide, black ribbon across her ribs. She paired it with shimmering, white pumps and pearls. The long pearl necklace she had on was wrapped around her neck a few times in elegant layers, and the rest hung to her stomach. She had her usual pigtails, but she had let her hair grow out quite long over the years, and their length was down to her elbows. Also, for that night, she curled the ends of the pigtails into ringlets. As for makeup, she had on sparkling black mascara, slick, frosted white eyeshadow and clear lip gloss. She looked stunning, and I knew the guys would be all over her in a second.

Buttercup (who was already at the bar, chugging Coke quite un-femininely) had on a black and apple green lace corset with ripped and frayed black tights and a plaid pale green miniskirt over it. A few chains hung from the miniskirt, and she had black Chuck Taylor High tops on. She also had on stretchy black arm warmers with holes in them. For her hair, it was still short, choppy and a little bit past her chin, but for tonight she slicked it partway up with a big pouf in the front to make it look almost like a half pony-hawk. She had silver dangle skull earrings in her ears and, on her eyes, heavy black eye makeup, complete with extra black mascara, extra black eyeshadow, and extra black liquid eyeliner that made her intense green eyes smolder. As rebellious as she looks, she has a gooey inside, like an ice cream sandwich, she's just kind of rough around the edges. She hates to talk about her gooey side though, so she scarcely has.

For a moment, I almost followed Bubbles onto the dance floor, but I caught myself. 'Easy, Blossom. The last thing you want to do is reveal your secret from your sisters here!' My conscience said. 'That could be troublesome.' I sighed and decided the place for me right then was those tables and chairs.

As I made my way to that side of the building, the people around me that stood talking to their friends stopped their conversations abruptly. I felt everyone's eyes on me, watching my every move, looking me up and down. Even though music was blaring through the speakers, it felt as if the silence from them was deafening.

I wondered, 'Why is everyone staring? Do I stand out too much?' Of course, I knew I was a superhuman teenager made out of Chemical X to save Townsville every day, but did they really have to stare? It was unnerving. 'Is it what I'm wearing?'

I was wearing a fitted, pink lace (yes, we had planned the whole lace thing.) spaghetti string camisole with a white jean, slightly faded, mini skirt. I also wore the white leather knee - high stiletto heeled boots Bubbles made me wear (I had no choice; it was either that or the combat boots Buttercup chose.). I wore a pink choker necklace around my neck, and I had a pink ribbon in my hair instead of my usual red one. My hair was in a half ponytail, and I had used a moderation of black mascara with shimmery magenta lip gloss. Personally, I thought my outfit was fine, unless they really didn't like pink.

I ignored the stares and finally found an empty table and sat down. Curiosity finally got to me, so I dug a compact mirror from my pink leather bag and checked myself. Nothing in my teeth, Nothing on my face. I shut my eyes in frustration, feeling the stress line on my forehead appear. I then closed my compact.

'Oh well,' I thought opening my eyes again, shaking off my annoyance. My eyes scanned the room carefully again, this was something I had learned in battles. A song with a fast tempo was on, and the other teens on the dance floor were quite fast-moving as well. I suddenly spotted Princess, a childhood acquaintance (I wouldn't call her a friend. Ever.) of ours, capturing another one of her boy toys in her claws of death. By the expression on the poor guys' face, you'd think he was going to go meet his maker.

Princess had always been extremely spoiled, thus her name. Her spiral curled (probably permed) fire-engine red hair had always been, as a child, in two afro-puffs on either side of her head, with a tiara in the middle. Now that she had decided to straighten her hair again, it was long, and it fell to her waist. It sounded beautiful, sure, but she over-processed it, and each strand looked ragged and worn. Even so, she kept her trademark tiara. She was wearing her usual purple ensemble, but tonight it was a very low cut V-neck tank top, a gold choker necklace, and a purple metallic micro-mini skirt that was so short, it could be worn as a belt.

The teen-queen led him into some sort of dirty dance that left me cringing and shaking my head. I suddenly decided to turn my attention somewhere else when he turned a vibrant tomato red all the way up to his scalp.

I found my green eyed sister, and as I watched her ward off jocks flirting madly with her, my vision was blocked. It took me another moment to realize there was someone standing in front of me. I looked up at the face of the mystery person and my eyes involuntarily widened. Two nervous-looking brown haired boys -maybe twins- stood in front of me. Both had a deep side part and gel was unsuccessfully smoothing their tresses down. They both had pocket protectors, thick glasses and autograph books. They were also both breathing heavily and were wide eyed as well. I attempted to break the silence.

"Uh-" but I was interrupted immediately by one of the boys whipping out an industrial - sized inhaler. He squeezed the top and inhaled in raggedly. The other boy turned slowly to face his companion, then glared at him.

"William," he said in an annoyed tone. William shrugged slightly. The other sighed a heavy sigh and turned back to me.

"Greetings," he chirped, suddenly cheerful. "I'm Gregory and this is my brother William." He paused, pointing to William, whom smiled again nervously. "We are very big fans of yours and are fascinated by your interest in science, technology, and worldly affairs." Gregory looked nervous as well, because when he smiled his eye twitched slightly.

"May we have your autograph please?" William blurted out manically.

Gregory turned to him once again. His tone was almost comically impatient. "William."

"What? You weren't getting to the point!" William defended in a juvenile manner, and I started to wonder if they were even old enough to be here.

"I told you before, and I'll tell you again: Make her happy, and then the autographs, then we get the sexy female life form!"

'Whoa, life form..?' I thought, staring at them incredulously. These guys were too creepy. 'And, sexy? What the hell?'

"But that takes too long!" whined William.

"Well, according to my studies, it works everyti-"

"Sure!" I blurted out, interrupting their little brawl. They both froze in place at the sound of my voice. "You can have my autograph." They both turned to me, excitement slowly growing on their faces. Uh oh.

"Excelsior!" Gregory and William cried in unison, their voices breaking in the same spot. Everybody turned to look in our direction, mostly at me. Again.

I swiftly grabbed William's autograph book before they could have another outburst, and before I could write anything, he said suddenly, "Please put yours next to Luke Skywalkers'." I blinked at him for a moment. Was this a prank? I signed my name where he wanted me to, then signed Gregory's book in the same place, then picked up my purse.

"Excuse me," I said politely with a pleasant smile on my face, then I got up to leave while they continued their fight.

'I have to get out of here!' I thought, walking quickly away from that accursed table. 'Where are Bubbles and Buttercup?'

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I carefully made my way towards Buttercup, who had finally started a conversation with some biker. As I observed, I noticed she was even flirting with him. I didn't want to interrupt, especially since she brushes most guys off, but this was important. As I inched closer to her, she felt my presence and turned around slowly. She sighed exasperatedly.

"What, Blossom? Can't you see I'm busy?" she said impatiently. The biker guy that she had been talking to scoffed.

"Blossom…? Wait, are you one of those Powder puff Gals?" he asked Buttercup with his arms folded. The movement made his sunglasses slip ever so slightly. Why was he wearing sunglasses inside the building in the first place? What a tool.

'What gave you the first clue?' I though, and I rolled my eyes. Oh, how I disliked clueless men.

He scoffed again, not waiting for our answer. "Forget it. I'm out of here." And with that, he walked away, his shoulders squared masculinely.

Buttercup turned back to me, her lips pursed together tightly.

"Are you happy now?" She glared at me. "What's the freakin' deal?"

I cringed. "I'm sorry Buttercup, its just that those weird guys were flirting with me," I pointed back at Gregory and William, whom currently had freakish-stalker like expressions on their faces. "And they are really starting to freak me out! They've been following me everywhere...and everyone was staring at me, and I kind wanna lea-" I got interrupted by Buttercup's hand forced over my mouth.

"Blossom," she said calmly. "Calm the hell down."

"But-" I mumbled under her hand, but failed. She shook her head.

"Look, Bloss, of course they're going to look," she stated simply. At this, she raised her eyebrows at me. "We're superheroes."

"I know, but-" I started again, which received a dull warning glare from her.

"Also, welcome to the club," she roughly jabbed a finger over her shoulder to the hopeful looking group of guys she had turned down earlier. She whirled around to face them. "Get lost!" She shouted. The death glare on her face was ferocious. They scampered away like a group of scolded puppies, complete with whimpering. She turned back to me. "See what I've had to deal with?" she stated, raising her eyebrows. "But I just ignore it. It's no big deal. We're not leaving yet, we just got here!"

I sighed. She was right, I wasn't really giving it a chance.

"Okay," I replied with a smile. "Thanks."

She smiled back and patted my shoulder. "Not a problem. Hey, I'm heading to the dance floor." she waved and called, "Catch you later!" over her shoulder, then set off to the dance floor, hips swiveling and arms flailing the whole way. I smiled again and sat down on one of the bar stools.

Buttercup was right, I just had to relax. This was not a big deal. Teenagers came here all the time, this was totally normal. As I said this to myself mentally, I felt my shoulder muscles relax gradually. There we go. There was nothing to worry about. And honestly, what was the worst that could happen at a teen club?

Tonight would be cake.

"I'll have a Berries and Cream Dr. Pepper, please." I said to the nice-looking boy behind the counter. He slid a glass full of the bubbly beverage across the marble counter, and I caught it, taking a thorough sip.

I spun around on the bar stool and squinted my eyes in search of my blonde sister. I finally found her a few moments later, and she was directly under the disco ball, her body exactly matching the pulsating beat. She seemed to be having a blast. I wished I could join her, but I knew I had to keep my secret. This was something I actually had to myself, and revealing it right there would not have been...good. I could see the dramatic moment playing out in my head already:

'Blossom, how come you never told us this?!' Bubbles would ask in her slight valley girl-like voice, although it was still slightly squeaky, even after maturing over the years.

'Yeah, I can't believe you! I thought we were family!' Buttercup would bellow in her ear piercing shout.

'What ever happened to telling us everything, Blossom?' Bubbles would ask again. Betrayed tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She would turn away from me in shame.

'Yeah, Blossom!' Buttercup would chime in again, her forehead furrowed deeply.

'And what about me, your wonderful and loving father?' Professor would exclaim accusingly, and where he would come from suddenly, I had no clue. Professor would shake his head in unison with Bubbles and Buttercup, and then they would all hang their heads in disappointment.

Just as I was getting to the part where they would sign the disowning papers, I woke up to reality, realizing that someone was standing in front of me…again.

Just as I thought it was the stalker twins once more, I looked up and was pleasantly surprised.

Okay, that's all for chapter one! :D Sorry its sooooo boring, it gets better soon, I promise.

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