Hey, Well this is my Buttercup and Butch story.

I hope you enjoy it.

Warning; Cursing

Sadly, I do not own anything.

Have fun!

I stared at her glorious figure as she was leaning on her locker, reading a book ready for her next class to start. She was always the tough one. She never would talk first, she'd just… fight. I do admit, her punches are killer, but I wouldn't say that out loud.

Her crème skin shined trough the hallway's light as her hair is always down, never putting it up. I always thought she had a deep dark secret for being how she is right now - mean, cruel and quiet. That is the only explanation right now, and I'm willing to take it.

Buttercup's head jerked up to were I was standing, all the way on the other side of the hallway, locker number 233. I quickly hide my blush, turning the knob so I could enter my combination, thus opening the rat-infested locker. I hardly put anything in there, only food and books that I hated. I doze off, thinking how Buttercup's warm skin would be next to me. I remember when her skin effortlessly swept against my rough skin, when she was walking to a lunch table were her siblings would await her.

"Butch." I heard my name being called from a sweet, angelic voice. To others, that voice would make you piss your pants, but not me, I liked it.

I turn around to see Buttercup standing right in front of me, grimacing.

"Yeah?" I asked, trying to hide the joy that she is before me.

"Were is your brother, Boomer? We are supposed to do a project for next bell and he is nowhere in sight." This is actually the first time she has ever talked to me… ever.

"I don't know, we don't go to school together at the same time. But last night he was throwing up badly, so I'm guessing he's a little frail and is being hospitalized. That's just my guess." I shrug, turning around getting some books out of my locker.

"Then I'm completely fucked. I have no other partner to do this project with and now I will get an F." She turned around and started walking away, but I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back… a little too hard. She was pressed against me which made me blush even more. I saw a tint of pink appear on both of her cheeks and she stepped back, pushing me softly. "I can be your partner. What teacher is it?"

"It's Mr. Transette, the Language Arts and Writing teacher. We need to make a short story. I need a partner so one can do illustrations and the other can do the plot, editing and revising, indented paragraphs, no run-on sentences, make sure it catches the reader's attention, make it humorous, dramatic, scary, a-and-"

"Buttercup, I can be your partner." I offered.

"I can't just leave Boomer like that, though." She looked down at her Air Jordan shoes.

"Were is Bubbles?" I ask.

"She's at home, she got sick too."

"Well, Bubbles can work with Boomer. They can go to each other's houses and work." I suggested.

"Will you do your work?" She crossed her hands.

"Yeah, duh, I want an A as badly as you do." I cross my arms, mocking her behavior.

The bell suddenly rang, and she looked at me. "Fine." She stomped off to the room as I followed right behind her.

The class went smoothly, writing vocabulary words that 8th grade would look at us and say, "Are you from earth?"

I sat across the room from Buttercup. It was obvious that she didn't want to be near me, so I kept my manners and sat at a distance away from her. I never had manners to any girl, let alone person. But for Buttercup, I can make an acceptation.

"Class, it's almost time to go, so let's discuss the project. I need to write down who's going to do the project with who. So when I call your name, please tell me the name." Mr. Transette started to jot down names. "Buttercup?" He looked at Buttercup for an answer.

"Butch." She said casually. I really thought that she'd have a bit of attitude with it.

Mr. Transette looked at me and I acknowledge it. She wrote down our names.

After class was over, we went towards a normal school day.

This was the first time that I had ever bonded with Buttercup.

Today is my Birthday. What I liked abut birthdays is that it actually gave me a reason to smile, and I liked smiling.

"Aye, yo Butch!" Brick called over to me.

"What?" I ask, playing some video games in the living room.

"Come here! Someone is here for you." I pause the game and get up. Brick stood at the front door, talking to someone.

I open the door and find Buttercup and Blossom holding a shopping bag and a wrapped up gift box.

"Happy Birthday Butch!" Blossom exclaimed with enthusiasm. She held out the gifts as Buttercup smiled and handed me the gifts.

"Happy 21st Birthday." Buttercup mumbled. Blossom walked in, following Brick.

"Weren't you guys born on the same day, or something?" Buttercup asked, glaring at Blossom's back.

"Actually, our birthdays are one day apart. Boomer's Birthday was yesterday and Brick's Birthday is tomorrow."

"Same here, but mine was a couple months ago." She crossed her arms, looking at her black flats.

She is pretty dressed up today. She has a sleek jade green dress that goes well with her eyes and didn't have any dark make-up. I had a displeased feeling that she was doing all of that for some male.

"Who are you dressed up for?" I question.

"Well, nobody, I guess. I just got dressed up because it was your birthday. I was actually wondering what you were doing today to see if you were busy. But of course it's a stupid question and you have your birthday which means your busy with your friends and family and that I don't want to mess you up," She paused and watched me stare at her with astonishment and worship, "You know, I should go."

She started to turn around but before she can turn around and walk away, I pulled her by the wrist. "I actually have no plans either, do you want to hang out or something?"

"Sure."

I sat on the floor with Buttercup, playing Gran Theft Auto. "Kill him!" Buttercup compelled. I smirked as I pulled out the machine gun and aimed for it's head. In the background of my side of the screen, I saw Buttercup jack a car and kill the person. "Get in the car! The cops are coming!" Buttercup warned. I smile as I jump in the car and Buttercup starts leaving for the bridge. We stop halfway on the bridge and get ready to jump. "Jump." I say.

We jumped and started putting in cheat codes for a parachute. A Chopper came into view and started shooting at us. Buttercup grabbed out a Bazooka and fired at the Chopper which sent it flying into the water.

"Butch!" Boomer called from upstairs. I pause the game and run upstairs, but not without saying, "Be right back." to Buttercup.

I enter the dark blue room to find Boomer and Bubbles sitting next to each other, drawing. "Yeah?" I ask, annoyed.

"Bubbles here would like to ask you something." Boomer pointed to Bubbles. Bubbles gleefully hopped off of bed.

"When did you get here?" I ask.

"An hour ago. I saw Buttercup beating you in Gran Theft Auto." She grinned, "Anyway, I want to ask you something."

I look at her and hesitate to nod, but she goes on anyways.

"Do you like Buttercup?" She asked.

"Of coarse I do."

"The kind of 'like' I'm thinking about." She squints at me as she crossed her arms.

"Why?"

"'Cause."

"Yes but you better not tell her." I say, grabbing her by the shoulders. She slaps them off leaving a mark on my arm.

"Why you little-" Before I could grab her again, Boomer interrupts our little time moment.

"Butch, Bubbles, calm down. Don't put your hands on somebody else Butch; Bubbles has a habit of attacking when she's touched."

I put my hands up in defense, "Fine. I'm sorry for touching Bubbles."

Bubbles smiled a vibrant smile and skipped over to Boomer, sitting next to him.

I turn to walk over to return to the game; but most importantly Buttercup.

It's 4 AM, I'm in the shower because of my lack of sleepiness; I had to get busy somehow.

When I got out of the shower, I had my plaid green pajama pants with no shirt on. My hair was down because of it's dampness. I dried it with the towel and shook it out. Suddenly, I heard the doorbell. "Who could be here at this early in the morning?" I ask myself, floating towards the door. What I found surprised me.

"Buttercup?" I ask.

She was in some pajama shorts and whit tank top holding some blankets. "Can I crash here?" She asked, her voice hoarse, like she used it too much.

I let her in, "What happened?" I asked.

"Well, you know Mitch, right?" I nod, "Well he's my boyfriend and we got into an argument. I said 'I'm done with you,' and then he kicked me out of his house." Her eyes were red, as if she were crying for a very long time. Buttercup wasn't a person who cried. This may be one of those rare days.

Buttercup started to snivel again. I sat down next to her and hugged her tightly as she laid her head on my chest.

It wasn't like me to have a soft side. But I think my soft side get's triggered by Buttercup. "It'll be alright, who needs him?"

"Without him, I have nowhere to live. His crappy apartment was my place to stay." She looked at me, thinking "I'm fucked."

"You can stay with me and my brothers for a couple weeks, months, or even years until you get back on your feet." I offered.

"Brick wouldn't like that." she claimed. She knew that Boomer wouldn't care, ever since she stood up for him from some bullies.

"What's going on in here?" Brick asked from the stairwell, turning on the lights.

"Buttercup needs a place to stay. Would you mind if she could live here for a while?" I enquire to Brick.

"I wouldn't mind at all, we have a spare room. Were are your sisters?"

"Blossom is in College and Bubbles is in Paris, pursuing her fashion career." Buttercup answered.

"Since when is Blossom headed to College?" Brick questioned.

"Since last week. I stayed to fight crime and keep Townsville on check."

"Were do you work at?"

"The Bank." Buttercup uttered.

"Oh, Well you could crash in Butch's room for today because the spare room doesn't have the heating enabled."

With that, Brick floated to his room.

I look over to Buttercup, "Hungry?"

"Very," She breathed.

I Hope You liked It.

I'll be updating every three days instead of everyday if I want to make these chapters longer.

Thank you for reading.

~Midnight Swagger.