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Disclaimer: The Powerpuff girls do NOT belong to me.

ONE

"Just got a booty call from life. Apparently, it still wants to keep fucking me."

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(Bubbles' POV)

You know those days when everything seems to go your way?

Those days when you wake up at the perfect time? Those days when you suddenly become aware of where you want to go in life? Those days when even your wildest dreams come true?

I was definitely not having one of those days.

"BUBBLES JOANNA UTONIUM! GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"

I cringed under the soft folds of my bedsheets, having just been jolted awake by the shrill tones of my dear mother. Opening one eye just a few centimetres, I glanced at the clock on my bedside table.

5:33 AM.

Who in the world is up this early?! Come on, people, I'm trying to get my beauty sleep here! God knows I need it.

Well, OK, that's not entirely true. In fact, any one of my girl friends would have yelled at me if they had heard that. They claim they are "Insanely jealous," of my straight, waist-length blonde hair, blue eyes framed with long eyelashes and my easily tannable skin.

But they're my friends; that's what they're supposed to say, right?

"BUBBLES!"

Oh right, I'd forgotten about her.

"Coming Mom," I croaked, my voice rasping against the back of my dry throat.

What can I say; I'm not a morning person. Especially not a 5:30-in-the-morning person.

I pushed my covers off the bed and onto the floor, lying there for a moment as though that small task exhausted me. Finally, I rose from the bed, running my fingers through my hair.

Bracing myself for whatever might be coming, I crossed my bedroom and opened the door a crack, peeking out to see if the coast was clear. When I didn't hear an angry woman rushing up the stairs, I sighed with relief and opened my door the rest of the way.

"AHHH!" I screamed as I toppled over backwards, overcome with clumsiness at the sight of my Mom.

Mom, who had obviously spent a few minutes working herself into a rage, bent over me and extended a hand to help me up. I noted how the corners of her lips twitched, which meant she wasn't that angry.

"Get up, Bubbles," Mom sighed, helping me to my feet. "I swear, I don't know where you get your clumsiness from."

"Well, whoever gave it to me can have it back," I muttered, rubbing my sore butt. "Anyway… you wanted me?"

Mom seemed to think for a moment before she uttered a soft, "Ah, yes," and began to glare at me.

Whoops. Shouldn't have reminded her.

"Do you know where your brother is?"

I resisted the urge to groan. That was the reason she woke me up so early? Surely, she was used to Brick's ways by now. I mean, she was his mother, after all.

Brick's my twin brother and he's a typical clichéd bad-boy. He's older by a whole twelve minutes and never fails to remind me. For some reason, he seems to think that those minutes give him the power to be so protective over me, so much so that I haven't had a real boyfriend since… well… ever.

Not that I wanted one, really. I hung out with Brick's friends everyday – well, I guess you could call them my friends as well – and let me tell you this: boys aren't as pretty as you first think.

They tend to fart, burp and swear openly around me as though I was just another one of the guys. I might as well be.

Anyway, back to my brother. I don't think I can go on much longer without telling you all about his "top dog" status at my school because, regardless of how cliché it may sound, my school depends on its social ranking system. It's like the food chain, expect more nasty and vicious.

Brick came in at the top of the food chain-ahem- I mean, social ladder. He was Townsville High's resident Senior heart throb. That's right, he made the girls swoon and the guys grind their teeth in his direction. And being the resident heart throb and bad-boy, Brick made it almost religious to sneak out every night to go to parties or some random girl's house.

Compared to him, I looked like a saint. Not that I was, of course. While Brick was the resident heart throb, I was the resident… random. I guess I was a bit of everything.

Even though my brother is majorly overprotective and glares at every male that passes by, I still get my fair share of dating proposals. It's just that I don't accept them. People know me as someone who doesn't take crap from anyone. Let's just say I've gotten into a fair few fights over the years, and come out victorious. Plus, I'm a bit of a tomboy and I don't really care about having a boyfriend.

"Bubbles, are you just going to stand there muttering to yourself all morning or are you going to tell me where your brother is?!" Mom's frustrated voice snapped me out of my scattered thoughts.

Oh, did I forget to mention? Brick appointed me as his Royal Excuse Maker for when these sorts of situations arise.

"Er… right," I stammered, fishing around in my mind for a feasible excuse. "Brick had to… um…"

"Did someone say my name?"

A wave of relief washed over me as Brick slowly made his way up the stairs. His red hair was disheveled and his crimson eyes sparkled in amusement, no signs of tiredness at all.

As Mom rounded on Brick, turning her back to me, I chanced a glare over her shoulder at my twin. He simply returned my look with the blinding smile that had so many girls hooked at Townsville High.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, BRICK JORDAN UTONIUM?!"

In case you haven't noticed already, my mother has an extremely annoying habit of yelling our full names when she's pissed off.

"Didn't Bubbles tell you?" Brick asked with an innocent frown. "I asked her to let you know that I was going to Boomer's to finish my English assignment. I know it was stupid to leave it to the last minute, and Boomer and I have truly learned from our mistake."

I rolled my eyes behind Mom's back. What a load of –

"Bubbles, is that true?" Mom snapped, suddenly turning the full power of her glare on me.

"Oh, right. Yeah, I must have forgotten about that whole…" I paused, my eyes flicking to Brick, "… study session."

I know what you're all thinking. With that obvious lie, Mom couldn't possibly believe it. Well... you're absolutely right. Mom can smell a lie from yards away.

"Your acting skills could use some work, sweetie." She chuckled slightly. "But, sorry I woke you up so early." she smiled.

"It's OK, Mom," I said, smiling brightly at her.

"Well, I'm going back to bed. Brick, you better do the same if you want to stay awake at school today. I don't want another phone call home saying you've fallen asleep during Chemistry," Mom yawned.

"Sure thing, Mom," Brick grinned.

I watched Mom totter off sleepily back to her bedroom before letting out an exasperated sigh.

"So where did you go?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

Brick's smile widened as he patted me on my head. Damn his tallness!

"Don't you worry, now, Bubsie," he said, using the nickname my Grandma Beverly called me when she came over for Christmas.

I glared up at him as he chuckled and walked away. I let out a resigned sigh, making my way back to my soft bed.

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"Pass the wedges!"

"Get your own wedges!"

"Fine!"

"Hey! Give me back my wedges!"

"You said 'get your own' and that's what I did," Boomer said, grinning mischievously as he bit into one of my wedges.

It was lunchtime at Townsville High and we were sitting at one of the huge tables near the open grass area.

I glared at Boomer and lunged for the tray. He jerked it out of my reach at the last second, however, and my hand landed on a ketchup cup.

The table erupted into laughter and I glared up at all the guys sitting around me. There was Mitch, the dark haired, football playing 'hottie' (according to the rest of the female student body); sitting next to him was Todd, the dubbed 'King Of All Parties', with his arm around his latest girlfriend, Serena; Brick was sitting next to me, grinning; Boomer, the blonde, 'Mysterious, bad-boy hottie', was laughing his head off and last of all there was Robin, my only and best girl friend who was obviously trying not to laugh but doing a very bad job of hiding it.

"Yeah… ha, ha, ha. Laugh it up, losers," I muttered, dragging my dripping hand out of the sauce.

My face brightened with an idea. I drew back my hand and flung the sauce all over Boomer's face. His laughter turned to shock and then to mock-anger. He picked up the sauce and tried to throw it at me but I ducked at the last second, earning Brick an earful of unwanted ketchup.

"Er… sorry bro, I was trying to get…" Boomer's voice trailed off when Brick started laughing, picked up his sandwich and threw it at him. It bounced off his forehead and the buttered side of it landed on Mitch's hand.

As the all-out food fight ensued, I slowly and inconspicuously crawled underneath the table. I groaned in disgust as a piece of half-eaten apple core rolled under the table and came to a stop near my foot.

Finally, the break in laughter and lack of squeals from Serena indicated that the food fight was finally over. I crawled back onto my seat and swiveled around to face the group again.

Uh-oh.

Boomer was holding my plate of wedges covered in sauce in his hand, his eyes trained directly on… me. Grinning, he drew back his arm and –

"NOT THE WEDGES!" I cried and before I had actually thought out a plan, I somehow managed to incorporate my awesome ninja skills, landing in Boomer's lap and pulling the plate of wedges out of his hand.

I grinned, happy that I was not covered in sauced wedges. I picked up a wedge and bit it, smiling innocently up at Boomer, who was also grinning.

"Well, I guess you should be happy, Bubbles. You've got the best seat in the house," Boomer said, winking.

"Boomer…" Brick began in a deep, warning tone.

I rolled my eyes at my over-protective brother and focused my attention back on Boomer. Smiling to myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck and cuddled into his chest.

"Oh, Boomer, you're so warm," I purred, peeking out from under my eyelashes to see Brick glaring at me.

Boomer laughed, picked me up and deposited me in the seat next to him. "Stop that, Bubbles, you'll get me in trouble."

I shrugged, grabbing another wedge and happily munching on it.

The happy atmosphere changed suddenly. I could feel the tension radiating off the guys that surrounded me. I exchanged a confused look with Robin and Serena before following the guys' gazes to where a group of people were walking toward our table.

"Shit," mumbled Robin, with a roll of her eyes.

Shit was right. Brick's biggest rival was walking over to our table… and by Brick's biggest rival, I meant that if you weren't on Brick's side, you were on his.

Butch Summers.

With his jet black hair that was left stylishly messy and his dangerously beautiful green eyes, he was any girl's dream. Well, any girl who didn't mind the fact that he was a complete and utter asshole who totally screwed over my brother last year!

I guess it would be easier if I just explained what had happened, yeah? Well, you see, Butch and Brick had been best friends since kindergarten. They'd done everything together and unlike those who grew tired of their childhood friends as they matured, these two just grew closer.

OK, I'll admit it. Having Butch come over to my house every day did have some effects on me. I may or may not have had a little bit of a huge crush on Butch for three years. But that was before he slept with Brick's girlfriend of eight months, Princess Morbucks. And word had it that before Brick severed ties with Butch, the idiotic sleazebag had been heading my way for another one-night-stand.

No one really knows what went down between Butch and Princess. All anyone knows is that Brick and Butch had a huge fight and that started an all-out Townsville High war, which still continues to this day. You're either with Brick or with Butch. There's no in between, even for the geeks and nerds who rarely poke their noses out from behind their books.

Presently, I narrowed my eyes at the group that was approaching with Butch at the head. As he passed the table, Butch paused for a moment, his green eyes surveying our group, a smirk tugging at his lips.

My hands balled into fists underneath the table. Go on, say something to my brother. I dare you.

I felt a hand on my arm as Boomer murmured in my ear, "Calm down Bubbles. He's not worth it."

I gritted my teeth, glaring up at Butch, who was still smirking.

"What do you want, Summers?" Mitch snarled, his voice laced with venom.

Butch's smirk widened. "Just passing through, Mitchelson, is that a crime?"

"Well, can you hurry up and pass through? Some of us are trying to eat and your face kind of ruins people's appetites," I snapped.

Butch turned his gaze on me. "Tut, tut, your highness. You need to learn to control that temper of yours. It might lead you to trouble."

Suddenly, Brick was on his feet. "Did you just threaten my sister, Summers?" Even though he spoke in a voice no louder than a whisper, his deadly tone still carried through the air, causing several of the surrounding students to pause and watch.

"Calm down, Utonium. I was simply stating a fact," Butch shrugged. "It seems like anger management problems run in the family."

Brick took a step forward but Todd had already grabbed his arm, holding him back.

Butch smirked and walked off with his group in tow. As one of his friends passed, he knocked my tray of wedges to the ground.

Oh that's it! I'll teach that loser what it means to mess with my wedges!

I leapt to my feet and made to jump at the guy who had committed the heinous act, but Boomer's strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. I struggled against his grip, kicking and lashing out at the guy, who looked slightly terrified at my violent actions.

"Calm down, Bubbles, calm down," Boomer said, holding me against his chest.

"Stupid people making my precious wedges uneatable!" I cried.

"I think the proper term is inedible," Boomer chuckled, forcing me to sit down again.

I turned, fuming, to face the group only to see my brother in the same, if not calmer, state that I was.

"Why didn't you let me punch him?" Brick muttered. "Any excuse to take out that prick is enough."

"Well, excuse me for not wanting you to get suspended if not expelled half way through the first semester," Todd shrugged.

"Come on guys, let's just eat, OK?" Serena said calmly. "Deep breaths."

I rolled my eyes and stabbed at Boomer's sandwich with my plastic fork.

"Hey, watch it! That's my sandwich!" Boomer yelled.

"And those are my wedges," I retorted, pointing to the ground where the wedges lay.

Boomer sighed and pushed the sandwich toward me, allowing me to take my frustration and anger out on it.

Well, I never said I was completely normal, now did I?

~End Of Chapter~

This is the basically the intro for most of the important characters. Buttercup, Robin, Mike and a few more will definitely be in the story. If there's anyone you'd really like to see in future chapters, lemme know :)

About the pairing: I tend to have a pretty open mind about pairings as long the romance and relationship are fleshed out nicely, and that's how it is with most of my writing. It's not about the picture perfect love story, ya feel me? So, I tend to leave the pairing thing up in the air until it becomes almost impossible for me to choose lmao. WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!

So, y'all should tell me who Bubbles should end up with, and we'll see ;)

Review my people!

~Shiloh

My heart goes out to all our brothers and sisters in the US of A who are scared to death right now. Don't lose hope. Keep loving :)