Title: And This is What Happens When You Try to Sneak Out

Pairing: Brick/Blossom

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls.

Word count (part 1): 1639

Prompt: Contest prize for ITBluebeadTI. Reds, fair setting, surprises and fluffiness.

Summary: When Buttercup gets grounded, her ingenious plan to sneak out of the house stretches a bit too far for Blossom's comfort level. Two-shot.

A/N: I KNOW, THE TITLE IS SO ORIGINAL ISN'T IT?! This is the second place August contest prize, for ITBluebeadTI. It was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but I decided to stretch it out since my idea was kind of lengthy. Please read and review even if you hate it. I hope you like it ITBluebeadTI, as long as everyone else! Ok bye :)

xoxo ~ml

P.S. I'm doing another greens songfic in like a day or two. I hope it doesn't suck like my last one.

Part One

Blossom took her daily agenda very seriously. She took great comfort in the simplicity of her usual routine and snuggled warmly into the security blanket that was her bland schedule. So naturally when one Friday evening rolled around and her sisters discovered that the fair was in town, she wasn't too pleased.

"I can't, girls, you know my show comes on at eight tonight."

This was her excuse as to why she couldn't attend the fair. But her family wouldn't have it.

"You can miss one week of it," Buttercup argued.

"The fair's too fun to pass up!" Bubbles added. "And this is the only weekend for it!"

"I think it'd be good for you to get a little fresh air, Blossom," the Professor admitted. "However, I don't want you going, Buttercup."

Buttercup's face fell and her jaw hit the floor. "But Professor!"

"No buts," he said authoritatively. "You failed your maths quiz on Tuesday and I think this serves as a fair punishment."

Blossom nodded indignantly in agreement with the Professor as Buttercup pouted.

"Bubbles, you may go" —Bubbles pumped her fist in the air happily— "as long as Blossom goes with you."

The blonde's smile faltered and her gaze flickered towards her sister. "But Professor!" she whined.

"What did I just say about buts?"

And Bubbles mirrored Buttercup's pout with an even more defined one of her own.

Blossom stuck her nose in the air and closed the book she had been reading. "I'm not going, I've got my stories to watch."

Bubbles whimpered and Buttercup sulked as Blossom took her book up to her room. She knew she was being unfair to her sister, but in her defense, they were being unfair to her. They knew she did not prefer such social situations as this, and it was rude of them to put her in such a spot.

Moments after she'd made herself comfortable for a long, lonesome night of reading and television cooped up in her room, she heard a sharp knock at her door.

"Come in," she called.

No sooner had she called out had the door swung open and Buttercup walked in, looking anxious. Blossom immediately knew what was coming, and she did not like the looks of it.

"I have a plan."

Of course. She rolled her eyes.

"Of course you do, Buttercup."

"No, I swear, this is a good one."

The redhead sighed. "What?"

Buttercup grinned and slunk over to her bed, excitedly propping herself up on her knees next to her sister.

"Do me this favour. Please."

Blossom sighed and rolled over onto her back. "Oh, Buttercup," she moaned.

"You didn't even let me finish!" Buttercup said, hopping on her ankles on the bed. Blossom made a gesture for her to go on and kneaded her temples with her fingertips. Buttercup grinned again and cleared her throat. "Okay. So. I want to go to the fair. And you want to stay home. But Bubbles has to have you go if she wants to go."

"Get to the point, Buttercup."

"I was just getting there," Buttercup smiled devilishly and leaned in close to Blossom. "So you just have to let me dress up as you and go to the fair as you. The Professor will think you're me, stuck at home watching TV, and this way, we all get what we want." She watched her sister with laughing jade eyes.

Blossom had a look of incredulity on her face. "You're kidding."

"No way, this is bound to work!"

"Buttercup, we don't look anything alike!" Blossom protested. "The Professor will never buy it!"

"Sure he will. Trust me on this." she leaned in ever closer to the redhead, her nose almost touching Blossom's cheek. "Come on, do it for me, Bloss."

Blossom sighed. She knew Buttercup deserved to stay home this weekend after failing that maths quiz. But she was also dying to go to that carnival, and Blossom wasn't completely heartless.

"There is no way I'm dressing up like you, Buttercup."

"I can't believe I'm dressing up like you."

It was about an hour later, and both girls looked... Well... Opposite. Aside from the eyes, Blossom and Buttercup looked devilishly similar. It was almost scary. Bubbles had been let in on the little secret, and she was giggling to herself at the sight of the two girls looking so incredibly opposite.

"You look just like me. I promise you do." Buttercup smoothed down the auburn wig she'd acquired from the dress-up box and patted the pink tank top on her bosom. "Ugh... Pink is so not my colour."

"Don't you think he'll notice your eyes?" Blossom worried, folding her arms across her chest, a grey hoodie that was at least four sizes too big hanging at her elbows.

Buttercup shrugged. "Who knows?"

Blossom gaped. "What do you mean 'who knows'?!" she shrieked. "If he catches us, I'll be grounded for a week!"

Buttercup rolled her eyes at her sister. "Wow. A week. What a rebel."

"I'm serious, Buttercup!" the auburn-haired girl hissed. Her own familiar long locks were tucked away under the hood of the sweatshirt—they didn't have a short black wig for her to wear.

"Me too," the green Puff replied. "You ready to go, Bubs?"

Bubbles emerged from the shadows and smiled, nodding excitedly. Blossom shot her sisters a frantic look and Buttercup patted her shoulder.

"Hey, if I think I can pass as you in this getup" —she made a sick face at her outfit— "then I'm sure you can pull me off just fine. Just chill out in my room. You can watch your show on TV in there or whatever til we get back."

Blossom said nothing. Bubbles let out an excited little squeal and latched onto Buttercup's arm. Buttercup led the way downstairs and called out to the Professor in what was (Blossom hated to admit it) a pretty stellar leader girl voice.

"We'll be back before ten, okay Professor?"

The Professor stuck his head out the lab door not a moment later and nodded at the two girls. "You're not trying to sneak Buttercup out, are you?"

Bubbles stifled a giggle and Buttercup tried to look appalled. "You know I would never..."

The Professor smiled and made to plant a kiss on each girl's forehead. "That's my girl. See you tonight before ten. Have fun and be safe. I love you."

Buttercup, avoiding his eyes the entire time, waved and dragged Bubbles out the door before the Professor could question them further.

They were safe.

... For now.

Blossom rolled over in Buttercup's bed. Shoot. She was out of popcorn. Her shows had only just ended and now she was prepared for the greatest all-out chick flick marathon of her life.

But she was too comfortable to stand up and get herself more of the salty, buttery treat. Besides, she was scared stiff that if the Professor were to catch her not being Buttercup, she would be grounded for life.

"Hnngggh," she moaned, rolling over onto her side again. Buttercup's bed was significantly more comfortable than her own. Maybe it was because Buttercup spent so much more time in her bed than Blossom did in hers. It was molded to her form and her pillow even smelled good. Like mint and raspberries.

Was it weird that Blossom was smelling her sister's bed?

No. Not at all.

But it was pretty weird to her when her cell phone started to ring mid-inhale.

Blossom hardly got any calls, and when she did, they were from the Professor, and not much else. So it startled her so when Buttercup's custom ringtone rang in her ears from the bedside table.

"Hello?" she answered quietly, to not let the Professor hear her.

Buttercup's voice came out in short bursts of energy and excitement. "Blossom. I didn't do it, I swear. I was just here with Bubbles one second and the next second she's gone."

Blossom was confused. "Wait, what?"

Buttercup couldn't seem to ind her breath. "It's Bubbles! She ran off with some guy—I think she knows him—but anyways there's trouble and I can't find her and I think she's gone... oh shit Bloss, what do I do?"

"What are you talking about?" Blossom gasped, sitting straight up in Buttercup's bed. "Where'd you lose Bubbles? What trouble?"

But Buttercup didn't answer her directly. Blossom heard muffling sounds on the other line, and then Buttercup's repeated, "Blossom, you have to come down here, sneak out or whatever you do, just get down here quick!"

"But... But Buttercup, wait, I don't—"

And there the line went dead. Blossom stared at the cell in her hand for a minute before groaning loudly and flopping back onto Buttercup's pillows. She gazed longingly at the stack of chick flicks she had been so looking forward to watching and sighed. After another full minute of relaxed annoyance, Blossom stood up and made to sneak out Buttercup's window.

It figured that she would be rescuing her sisters somehow or other. They just couldn't survive without her.

Buttercup snapped her cell phone shut with an indignant flick of the wrist and a sly grin curling at her mouth.

"Is she coming?" a gruff voice asked from beside her.

The dark-haired girl scoffed. "Of course she's coming."

Bubbles, flanking her right, stifled another giggle. "I can't believe you convinced her, Buttercup."

Buttercup shrugged. "Somehow I knew she couldn't resist."

Bubbles laughed out loud now, a high, shrill note that pierced the night like a knife.

Buttercup joined in after a moment, a lower, more cynical tone winding itself around the high one like a protective coat.

A third laugh eventually added itself to the two girls' voices, lowest of them all and by far the most beastly; red eyes glowing in the evening glow of the rising moon.

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