A/N) Hi everyone...I am back *applause* ok so now that that's out of the way, I would like to present my next fan fiction! It'll be about Buttercup and Butch but I'll try to add blues and reds too. This is Kinda an AU, but please don't let that turn you off, There are plenty of good fics out there that are AU. And hopefully mine will be one of them, :-) Now on with the show!

Disclaimer: you all already know I don't own anything.

This fic is dedicated to XxXThatPandaVickyXxX,

who came up with the idea for the story in the first place.

Hard to believe it all started form a small accident, or maybe he did it on purpose, I don't know and frankly, I don't really care. It was the second week of my first year in high school, I was 15 then. I was walking down the crowded halls heading towards my English class, which I already hated, Alone, not paying attention to anything else. Seeing as I wasn't really in a good mood that day.

I didn't have any friends, except my sisters, everyone was too afraid of me. I got the feared title in third grade when I beat up the school bully. Ever since then nobody messed with me. Anyway I was walking alone, grumbling about everything when, He turned down my hall, he was surrounded by a group of suckers laughing and joking with them. The kids just hung out with him because he was one of the most popular guys in school.

Everyone wanted to be his friend, everyone, except me anyway. He so busy laughing that he didn't notice me, either that or he did and just didn't care. He shoved past with his 'buddies' and knocked my books out of my arms. I scowled, jerk, I wasn't about to let him think he was going to get away with that.

"Hey!" I yelled, they all stopped short and turned around to look at me as if I was a speck of dust trying to blow up their noses.

"You'd better pick those up," I demanded. He just stared at me, I could see a hint of amusement in his eyes, that only angered me more.

He took a few steps closer his group stayed where they were to enjoy the show. I glared up at him, fist clenched, ready to pound him if he so much as tweaked my buttons.

"Who's gonna make me?" He challenged.

I narrowed my eyes menacingly at him, "I will," I spat.

"Oh yeah, And what if I don't, then what?" He stood firm making me grow angrier.

"Then I'll kick your butt so hard you won't be able to sit for weeks." I growled, his dupes behind him looked horrified.

But then the fool did something I wanted to punch his teeth out for, he laughed at me! The group behind took this as a cue to start laughing too. I stood my ground never relaxing my glare on either of them. Finally he signaled for his Buddies to go, once they left he turned back to me, with a glimmer in his eyes, he bent over and picked up my books.

He handed them to me with a cocky smirk, I stare surprised.

"You got spunk kid, see ya around." And with that he was gone. I stood there registering what just happened, trying to figure out why he did what he just did then a thought occurred to me.

"Kid? Did that jerk just call me kid?"

I was in an even worse mood after that, I spent the day glaring at everything, looking as if I was ready to bite anyones head off if they so much as looked at me.

Things got worse the next week, It was at lunch and I hadn't seen the cocky jerk since last time, I was sitting with my sisters complaining about everything as usual. They were still trying to figure out what had gotten into me lately, But I didn't feel like telling them. Come to think of it I didn't feel like eating either. So I stood up to go throw my leftovers away.

Unfortunately for me some freak of nature got in my way and made me trip. I fell face first into my food, the whole school busted out laughing, I on the other hand, Busted that guys face. I got three weeks detention for that. And that was when things started happening.

I was walking towards The detention room, Grumbling about things as usual. I opened the door, instantly my eyes widened an I turned around and rushed out. But the teacher, Mrs Hamper, dragged me back in, despite my complaints.

He was sitting there, casually, his feet on top of his desk with his arms behind his head and that lousy smirk plastered on his face. His eyes followed me to my desk, I took the seat farthest away from him. I decided to ignore him, even though I could feel his eyes on me. Mrs. Hamper Suddenly had to be excused, For a... how'd she put it...a lavatory break, she was old after all, I, on the other hand, didn't want her to leave, that was a first for me though.

Of course the jerk behind me had to take this opportunity to bug me.

"So, what'er you in for?" He asked casually, I ignored him, my back turned.

"I got jailed for getting into a fight." He bragged, I rolled my eyes, what, did this guy think he was cool or something?

Then he was silent, I chose to ignore this too, but then he was too quiet. So I turned to take a look at what he was doing. I blinked...he was gone? I felt a breeze behind me, I turned and let out a small yelp nearly falling out of my chair. He was right in front of my face.

"Back off, dumb ass!" I spat, he just smirked at me, again.

"Buttercup, right? The schools most feared chic," He shakes his head slowly, amused then continues, ",the guys talk about you all the time," I look at him confused, ",from what I hear you are a regular..or maybe extraordinary spitfire. Not bad-looking either." He finished watching my face, I scrunched it up in disgust.

Then I punched him, hard. He backs off and rubs his arm laughing.

"Oh yeah, this will be a fun couple of weeks." He sits back down, I turned my head and for some odd reason..I had the sudden urge to...smile?

In those weeks I had gotten to know Butch better than anyone else I've ever met. We just talked, after I decided it was boring to ignore him, our conversations were all so natural you know, nothing seemed forced, or fake. And we were so...similar. I slowly began to like him, he was the only one who thought about things the way I did, the only one who felt about things the way I did...it was cool to finally meet someone like me.

But something began to bother me, the only reason we talked was because we were stuck in detention together... what would happen when detention was over? Finally the last day of detention came, and Mrs. Hamper had to be excused, like she is every day, apparently she had stomach problems. I rolled over my question over and over in my head...should I ask or... I finally settled for asking.

"Um, hey Butch...after detention...will we...still hang out?" I tried not to look at him as I asked.

But I peeked at his face out of the corner of my eye, he looked surprised. Then he stood up and walked in front of my desk. Placing both hands on it, he leaned forward with a mischievous look, and a smile on his face, a real smile. The kind of smile I only seen once, but when I did see it, it made me feel...um, weird.

"Uh, duh, sheesh babe, you think I want to lose the only real friend I've ever had?" He looked at my face as a smirk crept across it.

"Sap," I said teasingly.

"Hey, at least I'm being an honest sap." He shot back playfully.

I looked at him and let a smile spread across my own face, our eyes locked, I had grown to love his eyes. They were a gorgeous liquid, emerald-green that sparkled with life and mischief. He always had that spark, I smiled wider, he did too...I liked him...a lot.

We were really close for a year after that. We kept on getting closer. Pretty soon we were best friends. Neither would do anything with out the other. We studied together, we gamed together, we skate boarded together, we joked, we got into trouble, we just...like doing everything together.

He even began coming over, but not to often, said my dad freaked him out. But one day, when he came over to do a project we were partnered up in, I had been thinking a lot lately. We had been friends for a really long time, and high school got way better with him around, but even though I knew Butch I didn't really know him...his background, where he came from, who his family was, or where he even lived. And this bothered me for some reason.

He never mentioned anything about his personal life either...That made me wonder why? It bugged me.

"OK, so if we mix these two compounds we get...um, BC? You ok?" He snapped me out of my thoughts, I had been thinking really hard and zoned out while chewing my pencil.

"Huh, oh yeah hum...fine." I lied. Too bad for me though, he knew me to well by now.

"Aw, come on babe, ( I hated that name, I always told him to stop calling me that but..he never listens) You should know by now, you can't pull one over me... that's your 'thinking about something that's bugging you look'." I sighed..

Fine he wanted to know then I will tell him.

"How come I've never been to your house, or met your family? I don't even know where you live. And I want to go see your place."

I cut straight to the point, I noticed him stiffen next to me as he sat up on my bed, he had an unreadable expression on his chiseled face.

"Um, it's too far, and besides you wouldn't like it, not classy enough for your standers." He rubbed the back of his spiky haired head sheepishly.

I crossed my arm, "Not classy? Are you serious, you know I am not even remotely classy in any way right?" I countered, "Come on Butch, I wanna see where you live." I begged

He looked at me a minute, then looked away letting out a gusty sigh.

"BC, you don't want to...trust me." He mumbled slowly.

I put on my stubborn face and folded my arms. He sighed again knowing I wouldn't let it drop. So he complied and we headed out on his dark green BMW motorcycle. How he could afford that thing was beyond me. We zoomed down the streets to an unfamiliar part of town. We kept going, and the landscape just kept getting worse.

I watched as we stopped in front of a vacant, dirty, old lot. It had one ratty, beat up trailer car in the middle. My mouth gaped...this was were he lived...

"There you saw it, now let's go.." He started the bike up again, But I jumped off before he hit the gas.

"Wait, I wanna see if-" My word were cut short as the trailers door burst open.

I blinked, a big fat, ugly, drunken guy, in nothing but a white wife beater and striped shorts burst out. He was yelling some slurred words, I couldn't really understand what he was blabbing about, but I think it had something to do about not bringing people to his 'house'. Butch came up behind me and firmly grabbed my arm, I wasn't paying attention to him, All I could do was stare at the yelling fat loony in front of us.

Butch pulled me off of the dirty lot and whispered in my ear urgently, "BC, Go." He pushed me past him, A rock flew past his head, just missing braining him. As the drunkard hobbled forward and snatched his arm dragging him inside, still yelling slurred sentences.

I just stood there out side, not knowing what to make of it...I heard yelling and curses, then something break...all of a sudden I felt awful...this was my fault...I shouldn't have been so pushy and...me and my stupid mind. Now I knew Butches reason for keeping this from me...and I felt horrible about it. Not having much else to do I began to walk home alone, hoping I made it out of this part of town before dark.

The next day he came to school, I was shocked to see him in the state he was in, he had a large purple bruise under his eye. I wanted to ask him what happened but, I had a feeling I knew what the answer was, He knew I knew...but he didn't make anything of it. He went on the rest of the day hanging around me laughing and joking like nothing was wrong.

After that I never asked him about his personal life again, and pretty soon I forgot about it. We continued being best friends, until he asked me out... I was shocked, nobody ever had asked me out before...but then nobody had ever had the guts to try.

"Hey, BC...I was thinking-"

"That's new,"

He ignored me, "Um...wanna go out with me...sometime?" He looked awkward, not like himself, cocky, arrogant, so sure of his good looks. It was...kinda cute to see him shy.

At first I had been too surprised to answer but after I got the shock I answered as normally as possible, "Uh, yeah sure I guess."

"Great, pick you up at 8," And he was off.

I waited for him to leave out of sight, then when the coast was clear...I totally goofed into girly mode.

Pretty soon, I realized...I liked him way more than a friend...we started dating. And...this may sound corny but, I knew he was my perfect guy, I fell in complete love...and it felt good.

Shortly after though, things started to change, he kept coming to school with more bruises and hurts day after day, but his eyes still shone with that sparkle I loved so much. One look into his beautiful green orbs and you felt like everything was perfectly ok...even if it really wasn't. I wanted to ask what was wrong...but I just couldn't do it. I didn't think I was ready to handle the answer.

Eventually though, even his sparkle began to fade...and pretty soon he began to fade too...

One day he stopped coming to school so much, first one day, then two, then three...then before I knew it I hadn't seen him for two weeks. Then he'd show up hurt and battered...I began to see him less and less...like he was slipping out of my life. Somehow I never asked him why...until it was too late. He just stopped coming altogether. I waited, I called I searched,... nothing.

So I decides to go to his place, even though I didn't want to. What I saw there still makes my tough heart ache...nothing. He was gone, everything was gone, even the trailer was gone...the only thing left, was his bike...the only thing he loved...next to me.

I kept hoping he would come back. Even though I knew it was too good to be true...I don't know, this whole mess ruined me, dropped me out of character, made me go into depression. All I could do for months was think of him, I drew him, I painted him, from his thick spiky black hair, his handsome chiseled face, his strong body...but most of all his bewitching green eyes.

His eyes...they hunted me, in my dreams, in my thoughts, even in my reflection. But I, being the stupid kid I was back then, kept clinging to the sliver of hope that he might come back...all the while the horrible thoughts of what could have really happened to him, playing in my head.

The most convincing thought was , his father killing him, getting ride of his body, then skipping town...but I kept hoping, kept dreaming, kept wishing...for three miserable years until finally, at the age of twenty, I gave up...

R&R: Please, It means a thousand golden crowns to me! I hope you all like this first chapter, Don't worry it'll get better soon.

'Hang tight dudes'