PpG3 Author's Note: My first PpG fic! Oh, I feel so happy! ~sniff~ Also my first attempt at writing a story and publishing it in chapters in a long time. It's a fic of firsts! Because not only is it my first PpG fic in general, but it's my first PpG slash fic. Yeah, I'm slashing two girls, but not two Powerpuff Girls (can't bring myself to write that...yet). So sit back and enjoy the first part of many....

Secrets and Surprises

By: Forlay

Chapter One - Arguments "Buttercup?"
"Buttercup!"
"BUTTERCUP!!!"
Buttercup looked up from her notebook at her two sisters. "What?" she demanded.
"What are you doing?" Bubbles asked innocently.
Buttercup tried to cover her notebook paper with her hands. "Nothing."
"Really?" Blossom asked. "You were pretty wrapped up in it for it to be 'nothing.' Let me see." She made a grab for the notebook, but Buttercup was quick to snatch up the whole notebook and float over her sisters' heads.
"Not a chance!" Buttercup told her sisters, who were now floating just below her.
"Oh, come on, Buttercup!" Bubbles whined. "You look at all my drawings and stuff all the time, why can't we look at yours?"
"This is nothing like your stupid crayon scribbles," Buttercup said indignantly.
"Then what is it?" Blossom asked. "It can't be homework, you never do it anyway. So...is it a letter?"
"No."
"A note?" Bubbles asked.
"That's the same thing as a letter, stupid," Buttercup said.
"Nuh-uh," Bubbles replied. "A letter is long and stuff while a note is just short."
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "It's not a letter, it's not a note, and most of all, IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Keeping near the ceiling, Buttercup flew off, her sisters flying in pursuit just a moment later.
"If you let us see it we'll leave you alone," Blossom tried bribing her sister.
"Hah! Yeah, right," Buttercup called over her shoulder.
"Girls?" the Professor called from the living room.
The Girls halted in mid air. "Yes, Professor?" they called dutifully in unison.
"Everything all right?"
Buttercup began to call out an answer, but Blossom and Buttercup shouted louder, "No!" And the chase resumed.
Buttercup zoomed down the stairs, flying just over the Professors head and rattling his newspaper. Blossom and Bubbles followed.
Buttercup cut tight corners, pulled away just before hitting walls and doors. Blossom and Bubbles matched every move.
Buttercup flew under the kitchen table, weaved between the chair legs and barely missed hitting the refrigerator and yet Blossom and Bubbles never hesitated, never moved their eyes from the prize of Buttercup's notebook.
Finally desperate to loose her sisters, Buttercup flew to the couch and sat on the Professor's lap. The Professor didn't ask his panting daughter what was wrong, he simply smiled at her and went back to his newspaper. Blossom saw her chance and took hit. She flew so fast she was only a streak of pink light and she snatched the notebook from her sister's hands.
"Hey!" Buttercup shouted. "Give that back Blossom!"
"No," Blossom said, quite smug.
"I swear, Blossom, if you read that notebook I'll...."
"You'll what?"
"ARGH!" Buttercup jumped from the couch and tackled her sister.
The Professor looked up just as Buttercup was getting ready to deliver a punch to Blossom's face. He jumped up and pulled Buttercup away just in time.
"Girls! What is wrong with you?!"
"They started it," Buttercup insisted.
"Did not," Bubbles said.
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
"N-"
"Enough!" the Professor ordered. "Girls, you're 12 years old, not five! There's no reason to bicker like children. Now, will someone please tell me what is going on?"
"Blossom stole my notebook," Buttercup said quickly.
"Because she won't tell us what's in it," Blossom said to defend herself.
"That's because it's private," Buttercup said. "Do you understand that, Ms. Smarty pants?"
"You're supposed to share," Bubbles said quietly.
"Not everything, stupid!"
"Don't call your sister stupid, Buttercup," the Professor reprimanded mildly. "Now Girls, you're old enough to know that you are each entitled to a little privacy. Bubbles, you don't like it when Buttercup steals your drawings, and Blossom, you don't like it when Buttercup uses your computer without asking. Do you think she likes it when you take her notebook, which she has obviously told you not to read?" Blossom and Bubbles looked down at the floor, not answering. "Blossom, will you give your sister her notebook back?" Blossom sighed and handed the book back to Buttercup, who snatched it back and held it close to her chest. "And don't you have something it say?"
Blossom and Bubbles exchanged glances before saying in monotonous unison, "Sorry, Buttercup."
Buttercup didn't answer, she simply kept her notebook clutched tight and floated up to her bedroom.