Bubbles P.O.V.

"Get up, you hyperactive ditz!" Buttercup snarled and my eyes flew open.

For a second, I felt a great deal of hurt, but then I remembered what today was and rolled my eyes.

Buttercup was always unrealistically bitter on Valentines Day, thanks to her big ex, Mitch. He dumped her last year on this very day with a text message. Needless to say, if you wanted all of your limbs to remain intact throughtout the day, avoid BC at all costs.

I jumped out of bed, knowing better to look into my raven haired sister's eyes. She would think I was challenging her, for whatever reason.

I hurriedly grabbed the special outfit I had picked out last night and dashed to the bathroom to get ready.

I peeled off my pajamas and threw on a light blue camisole with dark blue hearts randomly splattered on, white mid-thigh shorts, and blue sandles. After I was dressed, I put on a silver locket in the shape of a heart and attatched a charm bracelet around my wrist.

After I finished getting ready, I skipped down the stairs with my bookbag thrown hazardously across my back.

A furious Buttercup and a scantily clad Blossom met me by the door.

"Well it's about damn time, a-cup!" Buttercup growled and I timidly looked at my feet.

"Let's just go. I don't want to keep Boomie waiting." Blossom said in an overly done sultry voice as she adjusted her skirt that was mini to the extreme.

I bit my lip and forced back tears.

During the summer of eighth grade, Boomer stood me up at the movies and when I got home, I found him making out with Blossom on the couch. They had been the school's 'power couple' since the beginning of freshman year.

I never confronted either of them about it. I figured they were in love and that Boomer was too nice and Blossom was too ashamed to tell me right away.

But now she didn't hesitate to dangle the fact that she was the only Puff in a relationship in Buttercup and I's face.

We walked out the door and jumped in the white Lamberghini the professor had bought for us on our sixteenth birthday.

Once we arrived at the school, we went our seperate ways without even a meager 'bye' to each other.

We had all grown apart in middle school and, even though I wish it weren't true, we hardly even spoke to one anothe unless we were on a mission. And even then it was just business. No teasing, no arguing, no familiarity whatsoever. It was a little... depressing.

I brought myself out of my funk when Robin and Mike came into view. They were my best friends and fellow drama and art geeks.

"Hey blue." Mike greeted cheerfully, holding out a pink rose to me.

I smiled, "Happy Valentines Day, Mikey."

I handed him little box of chocolates and a white carnation and gave the same thing to Robin.

"Buttercup take a chunk out of you yet?" Robin sniggered, giving me a chocolate bar and a homemade card that said, 'Love is blind, learn braille.'

I giggled and put the gifts in my locker, "Are you planning on finally giving Mac a red rose this year, Robby?"

Robin has had a crush on Mac since the first grade and she's never said a word to him. It was funny how someone so fierce and sarcastic could be rendered a nervous, stuttering mess around a boy.

She flushed and scowled at me, "I'll do that the day Mike gives Brick one."

Mike was our fairy. Which was our way of saying he was gay. The whole school knew it, but Robin and I were the only ones who knew about his obsession with Brick Jojo.

I giggled again, "Yeah, or do you plan on stalking him all day again, Mikey?"

He flipped me off, "Stalking is such a harsh word. I prefer the term intense research of an individual."

Robin snorted, "Well, your intense research is starting get noticed. Try to refrain from drooling when you follow him."

Mike was about to retort (somewhat rudely, from the looks of things) when he perked up and grinned.

"Bad Boy, five o'clock." He announced, his eyes glazing over.

Robin and I turned to look, even though we knew exactly who he was talking about.

His messy black hair framed his heartbreakingly handsome face perfectly and the black shirts he always wore seemed to fit just snugly enough to give you a teaser of an outline of rock hard abs.

Butch Jojo was every teen girl's (and Mike's) guilty pleasure.

I looked away as quickly as I could, pursing my lips.

"Uh oh, Robby. Bubbles is getting uptight again." Mikey chuckled, slamming his locker shut.

I huffed, "I am not! Butch just... gets on my last nerve!"

"I wonder why that would be?" Robin mused, faking a thoughtful look.

Mikey stroked his chin, "Hmm... could it be our innocent little girl is actually lusting after a bad boy?"

I flushed tomato red and opened my mouth to protest, but Robin spoke first.

"Don't be absurd, Michael! Although... our Bubbles does look a little hot and bothered any time Mr. Dangerous comes around."

I scoffed, "That's ridiculous. I-"

They cut me off, speaking simultaneously, "They grow up so fast!"

I rolled my eyes at my friends' shenanigans, "I swear, you two share a brain."

I shut my locker and stormed off to first period, Robin and Mike's laughter following me all the way there.

I sat down at my desk, narrowing my eyes at the whiteboard that read, 'PICK YOUR LOVE PARTNERS!'

The heck was going on in the science class of Townsville High?

After the bell rang, Ms. Taylor shot up from her desk, wearing a smile so bright it put the sun to shame.

"Good Morning class! Today, as you all know, is the day of love! And to celebrate all the lovely love in the air, we will be doing an experiment that may seem a little... unorthadox."

Yeah, I was not liking where this was going one bit.

Ms. Taylor continued, oblivious to my discomfort, "You will be partnered up with your polar opposite and try to find at least onething you have in common. Tonight, it will be required that you 'hang out' for at least an hour to get to know each other better."

I crossed my arms, silently fuming. Jeez, was this woman a teacher or a lovesick matchmaker from Hades?

She presented a stack of papers with a dramatic flourish of her hands and motioned for Elmer to pass them out.

"This is a survey that will be determining who your opposite is." She explained, cheerily.

Oh, perfect.

I looked at the half sheet on my desk with distaste. The questions were all fairly easy and a little fun to answer, but the thought of going out with a stranger kept me from enjoying the exercise.

"Pass your papers to the front, please." Ms. Taylor ordered, brandishing a red pen like it was a weapon of mass destruction.

Everyone obeyed and the second she had all of the surveys in her hand she laughed maniacally and started entering our answers into her computer.

After ten minutes of a tense silence among the classroom, Ms. Taylor held the results in her hands.

She took the time to meet each of our nervous gazes before starting to bark out the partnerships.

"Princess and Elmer! Dib and Mandy! Zim and DeeDee! Gaz and Billy! Dexter and Mimi! Butch and... Bubbles?"

What? BUTCH was in this class?! Kill me now.

All eyes went to me and I felt myself flush as I found a sudden interest with the pattern on the desk.

"Lucky bitch." I heard Princess mutter and I shuddered in revulsion.

Ms. Taylor continued rattling off names as the feeling of dread sunk deeper and deeper in my chest.

"Now," She started once she finished pairing everyone up, "Everyone go find your partner and sit by them."

I reluctantly stood up when it became apparent Butch wouldn't be getting up to find me. I shuffled to the back of the room where he was sitting with his arms crossed across his muscular chest.

I took a seat next to him, the scent of spice and mint hitting me so strongly I found myself unconsciously leaning toward the source. I shook myself and looked up to meet Butch's emotionless stare.

There was a moment of awkward silence that ex-villains always share with heros upon meeting for the first time in... ten years? Dang, it's been a while.

Then a taunting smirk touched his lips as he gave me a quick once over.

"Fuck, sugar. Did you get shorter?" He asked, snickering quietly.

I ignored the waythe sound of his deep voice caused my pulse to race.

I glared up at him, "I'd ask if you got more irritating, but that would be impossible!"

He let out a low whistle, "Damn, when did you get some fire put into that spineless body of yours?"

"Spineless?" I hissed, "I'm not the one was destroyed from a kiss on the cheek!"

He leaned down until we were eye level and then whispered, "I can promise you I can handle a hell of a lot more than that now. Unlike a certain blonde in the room."

I pused my lips, "I can handle anything you can throw at me!"

Realizing what I just said, I blushed and looked down. I gasped as his hand cupped my chin, forcing me to look back up at him.

"We'll have to see about that one day, won't we?" He challenged, smoldering at me.

I felt my nerves spike, "I-I don't th-think that's a g-good idea."

He grinned like the Cheshire cat, "Don't tell me you're still scared of me, sugar."

I gulped.

He released my chin, threw his head back, and laughed.

"Oh yeah, we're definitely gonna have a lot of fun tonight." He chuckled.

I shuddered at the way he said fun like it was a dirty word.

"We most certainly will not." I said stubbornly.

He grinned again, "We'll see."

I growled quietly, balling my hands into fists. Butch was already giving me a migraine, I don't think I'll be able to be around this jerk for an hour. Alone. At night. With him being ten times stronger than me.

I timidly looked up to see his expression. Dark and mischevious, never a good combination. When he caught me staring he winked.

I think I needed to lie down.