What Would You Do For Love?

A Night Out: Part 1

Chapter Nine: A Night Out

Buttercup's POV

It was already six o'clock and Butch was going to be here in less than an hour, and I still didn't know what to wear. I rifled through my closet when I heard a knock at my door.

"Go away, I'm busy right now!" I shouted not even knowing someone was at the door.

"Buttercup, what are you doing?" I heard Blossom's voice from the doorway. I came out of the closet to see her laughing quietly. "Well, well, well, it's finally happened."

"What?" I said. It was less of a question and more an accusation.

"Buttercup has finally become a girl," Blossom said.

"Blossom, just shut up," I said. "I'm having a crisis here. Butch is going to be here soon, and I have no idea what to wear."

"Calm down and I'll help," Blossom said.

"But it's our first real date, and I just so nervous. Why am I nervous? Fuck, I am turning into a girl."

"Newsflash, you've always been a girl," Blossom said.

"That's not what I mean," I said. "I don't know anything about clothes and fashion and makeup and all the girly stuff."

"Did someone say clothes and makeup," came Bubbles voice from my doorway. "So getting ready for your big date with Butch?"

"How did you know?" I shot up off my bed and asked her.

"Everybody knows," Bubbles said with a giggle. "It's all over school that you and Butch are the latest gossip. There was a pool going on saying how long before you two would get together, and I won."

"What! You mean a betting pool," I said with a look of horror on my face. "That's sick."

"Maybe, but I'm $100 richer for it. I said five days and that's exactly how long it's been. It has been five days to the day that you met and here you are going on you first real date."

"Bubbles, whoever thought you were sweet and innocent was sadly mistaken. To extort money off my so-called love life..."

"It's not extortion, and besides you would do the same," Bubbles said. "So, what are you wearing? We'll have to do your hair and makeup to match."

"Oh, no, you're not touching my hair or my face," I said, drawing the line. I didn't want my little sister making me look all dainty and cute just for some guy. Plus, Butch wasn't into the innocent looking type.

"I've got it," Blossom said. She held up my black leather shirt and green and black spandex top that showed way too much cleavage for my taste and the skirt was way too short.

"Don't you think that a little too... slutty," I said.

"No, this will make you look hot," Blossom said. With those black fish net stocking you bought and a pair of high heel Butch will be drooling all over you."

"Blossom, I'll look like a prostitute in that," I said.

"No, you won't," Blossom said. "Now go get changed."

"Fine, I said and grabbed the outfit and went into the bathroom. I quickly changed, trying to prove to Blossom and Bubbles that I did look too slutty in this, so I still had time to pick out something else. Then I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I did look good. With my leather jacket and leather short boots I would look more biker than bimbo. "Okay, girls, I'm almost ready."

"Not quite," Blossom said, and handed a pair high heel shoes. The heel was four inches.

"No way am I wearing those," I said. "I'd fall down before getting out of the house. I'll wear my black boots instead."

"Fine then," Blossom said as I sat down on my bed and put them on.

"Great," Bubbles said excitedly. "Now that wardrobe is out of the way, it's time for hair and makeup."

I groaned. "Just don't go overboard, Bubbles." She took my hand and dragged me into her bedroom and sat me down at her vanity table. "Keep it simple."

"Of course," she said, but simple to Bubbles was a cross between mime and circus clown.

I was almost afraid to look when she was done, but when I looked in the mirror I thought I looked pretty good. My makeup looked natural with the color of my lips being only a shade darker than their real color. My eye shadow was a pale green with pale browns and white mixed in and black mascara and eye liner to make my eye color pop. My blush was a pale brown with only a hint of maroon. My hair was soft and natural with only a slight wave to it.

"So, what do you think?" Bubbles asked.

"You did great," I said as we all heard the doorbell ring. "Damn, is he here already?" It was only ten minutes to seven. "He's early, and I'm barely ready."

"Don't worry," Blossom said. "I'll go answer the door while you finish up."

I ran to my room to get my jacket. I decided to not wear any jewelry, not being the jewelry type anyway. I could hear the voices from downstairs. Butch was definitely here, and I was more nervous than ever. All these doubts kept going through my head. What if I wore the wrong clothes? What if he hated my hair? What if the date was a disaster? Fuck it, I couldn't wait any longer. It was now or never, and if I made a complete fool of myself then so be it.