Bubbles P.O.V.

"Bubbles! What the hell is wrong with your eye?!" Buttercup blurted as I walked in the house, where she and Butch were playing video games. "Nothing." I muttered, trying to force back my tears. "Its not nothing. Its a wicked bad bruise, what happened?" Buttercup glared. I started walking up the stairs, "I fell."

"Boomer, sweetie, are you okay?" I asked him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched, tensing up all over, "Don't touch me." I jerked my hand away, like he had electricuted me, "Why? Are you hurt?" I moved closer, trying to find any visable wounds. He pushed me back, so hard that my back slammed against the wall, "Mind your own damn business!" I whimpered in pain and stood up, unstabily, "Boomer what's the matter with you?" He bared his teeth, "What the fuck did I just tell you?!" He punched me in the face and I was knocked out cold.

"BULL SHIT!" Buttercup shouted, rising to her feet. A single tear slowly trickled down my face, "I fell, okay? Just leave it alone!" I ran up the rest of the stairs, feeling the sobs rising in my throat. I slammed my door and cried into my pillow. There was a light knock at my door and I quickly tried to regain my composure. "Come in!" I called cheerily, but my voice cracked. Boomer opened the door a mischievous smile on his face, "Hey sexy." I scowled at him, "What happened last night?" Something dark flashed in his eyes before he was back to his playful facade, "Nothing happened, right?" I shivered at the slight threat his tone implied, "You hit me." My voice was small and very fragile. He came closer and kissed my cheek, "I know, honey. I wasn't myself last night, and I'm sorry." I looked up at him, "You mean it?" He nodded, "Of coarse. I love you Bubbles." I hugged him, "I love you too."

Buttercup's P.O.V.

I don't know what happened to Bubbles yesterday, but she hasn't got home until today and she came back with a black eye. "Butch, what do you think happened?" I asked him, quietly so Bubbles super hearing wouldn't pick it up. "She got in a fight, it happens all the time." He whispered rationally. I scowled at him, "We only get bruises when we fight you, Brick, and Boomer." His face turned grim, "You don't think Boomer-" I cut him off, "No, of coarse not! Boomer loves her!" Butch seemed lost in thought, "Boomer hasn't been himself at home lately. He might be taking it out on Bubbles." The thought made my blood boil, "He knows Brick would kill him and I would castrate him." Butch smirked, "I thought the castrating thing would only happen if he took Bubbles' virginity." My eye twitched in anger, "I would do so many horrrible things to that bastard if that happened." Butch chuckled, "Protective, much?" I laughed, "Not any more than Brick is. Bubbles is like his baby sister." Butch nodded, "I pity Boomer. He's playing with fire." I grinned, "Got that right."

Butch's P.O.V.

I didn't like that shaky and fearful look in Bubbles eyes when she walked in. If Boomer did hit her, his ass was grass and everyone in townsville was the mower. She had seemed so timid lately and Bubbles didn't usually lie unless it was for the better of someone she loved. And, as much as I hated to admit it, she loved Boomer. Then again, she loves everyone so its not really that surprising. I smirked as I remembered that amazingly confusing day at the park last week.

"Bubbles, why the hell are you crying?" I asked her, sitting down next to her. She wiped her tears, "I'm not." "Liar." I accused. She sighed, "If you've only come here to call me names, will you please leave?" I shook my head, "I'm not going to leave a chick in a public park at night." She grinned, "I'd say I can handle myself, but you would find a way to prove me wrong." I smiled, impishly, "You're probably right." She smiled at me, pure joy in her eyes. "What?" I asked, still smiling. She giggled, "I don't think I've ever seen you smile before." I looked away from her and struggled to get my face back to its normally emotionless state. "Don't. I love it when you let your walls down." She smiled shyly at me. I sighed, "So why were you crying?" She shrugged, her smile fading, "Me and Boomer got into an argument." "About?" I questioned, caring for some odd reason. "I found him making out with some girl in his room." She whispered, looking as fragile as a china doll. "Did you two... break up?" I asked delicately, knowing she could go back on a crying jag if I said the wrong thing. "He said he was sorry, that it didn't mean anything but... you should of seen the way he looked at her." A few tears fell from her eyes and I hugged her, reflexivly. "He's not worth it Bubbles." I said as she held me like a life preserver. "But he is, I love him... I am an idiot!" She screamed, furious with herself. I remained silent and a few minutes later she said, so quietly that I could barely hear her, "Its not the first time its happened either." I pushed her away a little so I could look in her eyes, "What?" She bit her lip and found a sudden intrest with the ground, "I've walked in on him with her at least six times." I frowned, "Then why the fuck are you with him?!" She sniffled, "He loves me." I growled, "If he loved you-" She cut me off, "Can we please not talk about it?! It's my decision, Butch!" I groaned and got to my feet, "I'll walk you home." She smiled, "Thanks." We walked for a little talking about nothing important before she nudged me, "You know I love you, right?" I choked on the mountain dew I was sipping, "WHAT?!" She giggled at my response, "Why do you sound so surprised? You're one of my best friends, of coarse I love you." I shook my head, "We're not friends." She frowned, "Oh. I would like for us to be friends." I shrugged, "Too bad." She scowled at me, "Whatever." I chuckled as she slammed the front door to her house in my face. No, I didn't want her as my friend. I wanted her to be mine.