I know what you guys are gonna say... She's writing another story again, but don't worry this one's gonna be AWESOME! And I just need to get away from my other stories for a bit, after I do a few chapters of this then I'll be back on my feet I promise! I hope you guys aren't too mad but I've had this idea forever... LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARRTED!

Butch

Sweat paraded upon the abovements of my brow, using instruments of perspiration and- I can't do this. The "big word" narration kills me, but apparently Brick can do better. That guy and his cocky attitude, it's always- "I'm OPEN!" I should really stop yelling that, every time I do, the other team just comes over to block me. Anyway, Brick and his cocky attitude always- I don't even have the ball! Don't tackle me for no reason! Soon enough the whistle was blown and a call for unnecessary roughness was given. I stuck my tongue out at the guy who tackled me and he growled. Like an animalistic growl, it would've scared the buh jiggies out of me, but I have been known to give a few of those.

As I was saying before I was so rudely TACKLED, Brick says he can do better, that he's smarter than me. Do I admit that? Nope, Brick is a hot head, cocky bastard. I'd rather be me! Hot, sexy- "HIKE!" -Butch Hendrickson! I ran up the field, weaving in and out of a few of the players. They were big and bulky, but I was lean and fit so it worked. I'm the running back, and as you expected, yes, I AM best friends with the quarterback. Mitch (speaking of that devil!) threw me the ball, I caught it and ran towards touchdown zone, but when I was less than 5 yards away from it, some guy tackled me from the side. Um, OW! It was the same guy! Number 7!

Mitch called a time out and my whole team went for a huddle. He took off his helmet and glared at the people in defense, "Guys, Butch is getting creamed out there! Defense needs to work on their game, okay?" Brick, Boomer, and the other defense nodded, " Okay good, let's do this, okay? We have 2 minutes on the clock and we're not that far from touchdown zone. So someone get close and I'll throw them the ball. Good luck guys, we can do this." His speech wasn't exactly uplifting, more demanding than uplifting, but it's something Mitch does in case we don't win. But I'm pretty fucking sure we'll win. I mean think: we're about to get a touchdown and then the kick so in the end there's no way we can lose!

The teams both set up for hike and once it happens-,"HIKE! "- I take off. Ok don't get pissed Butch. Don't let your anger control you Butch. Wanna know why I'm telling myself to calm down? Number 7 is there again. He must fucking love me if he's willing to do that. As he was running behind me almost catching up I saw Brick from the corner of my eye. That red DEVIL! He's Satan for just standing there. That dick! That buttface! That- oh. He was waiting for me to lead number 7 there. This GUY! Always putting strategy in football. Who does that! Wait. Don't answer that.

I couldn't help but give a smirk when the ball was thrown to Logan on our team and he was soon tackled by number 19. Number 7 is like no where. If I ever see that guy in a dark alley... Hmm. It's almost the end of the game, the last quarter and we're tied. Hopefully we get a touchdown and win, but with me as the runningback there's hardly a chance we'll lose. I like to think about other things as I play football, just to clear my mind you know. I wonder what I'm doing after the game. Hmm well maybe I'll douse the coach with Gatorade after we win. Oh right, shit I have that date with Molly, she's so hardcore people call her Brute. Cool huh? We're meeting at the-"HIKE!"- mall. I should really concentrate now. I ran towards the touchdown zone.

Mitch threw me the ball annnd I caught it- wait what? No I didn't? Ok yup. I'm going to beat the ass up. He just fucking intercepted when we were this close to winning. I'm so done here. I will literally find this kid and beat his ass. We were this close to the championship. Before he got far Boomer had tackled him. To be honest, I'm kind of dazed. This close to winning. At this point, I didn't care for the game. I cared for one thing and one thing only. I punched number 7 in the face. Everything around me paused, in my head or in the game I don't know, I just knew I had to compensate for the lost game. That game was the most important thing to me and- NUMBER 7 JUST PUNCHED ME IN THE STOMACH! And you guessed it: I raged.

Butch (Again)

There was one thing that coach didn't do, and that was get mad at us. I think I just pissed him off. I don't think I should be tuning him out, but you readers have to stay updated on what I'm thinking. Yes, I did just break 4th wall.

"Butch are you listening?!" I looked up at Coach Johnson. Should I say something? Hmm I should probably. I decided not to, I mean who knew what would come out of this mouth? No one, exactly! I just nodded and looked down at my shoes again. My shoes were fly, I mean, Nikes are my forever girls. The left one is named Lauren, the right one is named Rachel. Coach was still droning on so I tried to think of something else to focus on. Hmm. How about the lockers. They're blue and- WAIT! You still don't know about my personal life. Okay, well, I have a dad, and a mother, and one night they decided to get down and dirty, but poor little Oscar, my dad, didn't know 3 boys were inside his pregnant girlfriend, so when we were born, guess who fainted! I'll give you a hint, not my mom. Yeah, I have 2 brothers, and they're on my team and- AND THEY'RE DEAD AS FUCK ONCE I GET MY HANDS ON THEM! I just saw Boomer's blonde hair peek around the corner. That meant they were all listening to Coach's speech, so maybe I should too,"-Butch! Butch you better be listening to me!" Oh shit.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening, J." I waved my wand carelessly, showing him I was listening, but instead of doing that I accidentally slapped him arm.

Coach's nose did the little thing. Shit what's it called. It's that thing where the nose like opens more, It's-,"Then what did I just say Butch?"- like when it opens wider. I swear I know what it's- FLARED! His nose flared! I am so proud of myself,"Why are you staring at my nose?"

I quickly looked at my feet,"No reason."

I heard Coach give a groan," Butch you have a detention." WOAH! What? A detention in football! He can't do that!

"A detention in football? You can't do that!" What is this feeling in my chest? My heart was beating faster. I was getting angry. I think it showed on my face cause Coach looked annoyed.

He gave me the look. You know that look you give to your dog or cat when they knock down something or not eat your homework, the disappointed: you can do better than this, that's exactly what the Coach gave me," Saturday detention at 9." Saturday detention?! This is even worse! I growled and I stomped my foot. I know I was being a baby about this but I was mad ok? Utterly mad! SO mad, I punched a locker on the way out. OW OH GOD! That hurt. Very, very much. I am in SO much pain. LORD ALMIGHTY! I passed the guys on my way out. Bastards. I sent them a snarl and I gave pretty much all of them my middle finger.

Aren't I peachy.

Buttercup

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! Wait, no I meant to say that out loud,"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" You're probably wondering, is she getting raped?! Well! I'll tell you one thing, it seems a lot like I am.

Bubbles rolled her eyes at me. How dare she! I'm older by 3 minutes! Dis bitch! She needs to-,"BUTTERCUP! It's just a trip to the mall, calm down."- calm her small tits. Woah what! She told me to calm down! ME?! Calm DOWN?! I AM PERFECTLY CALM!

Ok yup, it's time for rape screaming,"HELP! SOMEONE!" Bubbles rolled her eyes again,"RAPE! I'm being RAPED!" I was about to continue but Bubbles' hand covered my mouth and she gave me an annoyed look, which is weird considering she was the nicest one of all my sisters. I licked her hand and she let go.

"Ew!" She made a disgusted face at me and wiped her hand on my shirt. She rolled her eyes at me,"We're going to the mall, you need new clothes! You wear the exact same hoodie every day! Now get in the car, we're going to the mall! Do you not want to make a good impression on our first day tomorrow?" Ew. She had to remind me

I scoffed,"I'll have you know-!"

"Get in the car." Her blue eyes gave me an angry look. I shut my mouth and got inside her blue Benz. Sometimes Bubbles didn't really know how scary and intimidating that could be, I'm supposed to be the intimidating one but nooo. Putting on my seatbelt I turned to her, giving her an excited look,"Don't say a word." She said under her breath. Ok, well obviously she wasn't in the best mood so I should probably think of something. Maybe introduce myself to my many adoring fans. Okay, well I'm Buttercup McCarty and I'm the raddest chick you will ever meet! Except right now. I'm on my period, and I don't act how most girls act. They get angry, right? Well I get nice. I know, sounds like hell.

Bubbles backed the car up and I heard footsteps and a thump. Her blue eyes widened and she turned towards me,"Please tell me that was your skateboard." Okay first she forces me into her car, then she wishes she ran over my skateboard. She's so mean and evil... It's like we switched personalities! She stepped out of the drivers seat and went behing the car, I stepped out of the passenger and followed her. It was a guy on the ground she had ran over, he had shaggy dark brown hair and brown eyes,"Oh my gosh! You're not a skateboard!"

He gave her a confused look, rubbing his head in pain,"Sorry?" I helped him up. Woah! See! I was helping! What the heck! The boy rubbed the back of his head,"Damn, that hurt."

I rolled my eyes,"That's usually what happens when you go behind a moving car." This guy is an idiot. A muscled, shaggy haired, cute idiot.

Bubbles, being the annoying sister she is, glared at me,"Buttercup." She looked at the boy, giving him a flirtatious look. Ew,"I'm sorry that I hit you with my car," she paused, holding out her hand,"What's your name?"

"Mitch."

She smiled at him,"I'm Bubbles," then she winked at him,"But you can call me Blue." He smirked and looked my sister up and down. That dog. They started to talk but I decided to zone them out. This was so boring.

Buttercup (Again)

Has anyone told you not to talk to strangers? Well, apparently, no one's told my sister because she doesn't know not to. She fucking invited Mitch the Bitch (my name for him) with us to the mall. And then instead of getting me clothes like she specifically said was the reason we came to the mall she decided to bring this DUMBASS here.

"Buttercup." I turned towards the voice and saw Mitch looking at me. I gave him a questioning look,"Where's your sister?" Is this guy serious. He's so thick-headed. Ugh.

I rolled my eyes at him, and crossed my arms,"If you actually listened to her, instead of being a thick-headed cocky idiot, maybe you would know."

He chuckled and smirked at me,"It's like you don't like me."

"It's as if you don't know how to take a joke." I retorted. I started to walk backwards because Mitch was moving uncomfortably close to me,"Can you-" His face came closer to mine and my breath hitched. I pushed him away,"What are you doing?" I asked. More yelled than asked, but I just knew I didn't want him near me.

Mitch just came back closer than before,"Let's ditch your sister and go to the arcade." I pushed him away again. He is such a dick. He should know that my sister was not someone to mess around with. I walked swiftly away and took out my phone. I was gonna call Bubbles.

I know it doesn't make sense right now but it will all tie together, especially if you've watched the movie. I've watched it about 4 times. OKAy so I HOPE U ENJOYED IT AND/OR LIKED THE CHARACTERS BYEEE LOVE U GUYS