Bubbles was the popular girl, she was the head cheerleader, she was on prom committee, student council, she volunteered after school most days of the week, when she didn't have cheerleading. She was the perfect girl that everyone knew and wanted to be. Blossom was the president of student council, she was a tutor to many of the younger grades, and she was part of the math team. She was the one everyone went to for help, the one who never had one thing bad about her said. Buttercup was the president of athletic council, she was on every sports team the school had to offer, well every sports team that was actually sports, nothing like cheerleading, like Bubbles. She was one of the guys, and she wasn't afraid to get down and dirty, or beat up anyone who said anything bad about not only herself, but about her sisters too.
Boomer was only on the basketball team, he was also a member of student council, he told his brothers it was to attract the ladies, when really, he liked being a part of something that was doing good. Brick was on the swim team and the soccer team, he was also a part of student council, as vice president, and he was also a part of the math team, although when asked he'd say it was because he always got detention, instead of because he actually enjoyed math. Butch was also on every sports team, he didn't do any other after school activity or join any club, but he spent a couple hours after school sitting on the bleachers and watching the other students, mostly the cheerleaders, when he had nothing else to do.
Brick and Blossom had gotten into a relationship in their tenth year, now in their twelfth, they were the power couple of the school. The perfect relationship everyone dreamed about. The relationship rivalry, always competing to be better than the other was seen as cute, and it was completely healthy for them. Buttercup had never even considered dating Butch, the mere thought made her want to puke, but Blossom thought it was going to happen because, after all, they were counterparts, it seemed like the most likely thing to happen. Bubbles would agree when questioned about it, she knew Boomer had a crush on her.
But, no one ever asked her if she actually liked him, or if she was pinning for a certain green eyed RowdyRuff, who was way out of her league in her own opinion. He was a bad boy with a capital B, and she was the sweet girl everyone thought couldn't hurt a fly. They were wrong though, it's not like her sweetness was an act, it was just, she had a itch for danger, for letting loose and being reckless, and he seemed so perfect for her. If only he would notice her.
Unknowing to her though, he had noticed.
He'd started noticing her more than the other girls at school back in the early weeks of eleventh grade, at first he had thought he liked Buttercup, but she made it clear they were going to be nothing but friendly rivals. Then his heart turned to someone else entirely, the sweet little blonde sister who was the complete opposite from anyone he'd ever hooked up with. The reality of it scared him a little. After all, why would she ever go after the bad boy when she was so perfect right?
He swore he'd never tell her.
That was before they were even friends though, they had a few classes together here and there, and after being put together for an assignment, they'd begun hanging out. "Butch!" Bubbles called as she ran towards him from the other end of the long hallway, he turned around, his nearly shoulder length black hair being pushed back by his hands and out of his dark green eyes. His eyes roamed over her body for a moment, a tiny pink blush dusting his cheeks as he looked back up and into her sky blue eyes. "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school, I know you don't have any sports things going on today, and neither do I."
Her voice always took on a more shy and meek tone whenever she asked if he wanted to hang out, she was always worried he'd say no. "Yeah sure, we could catch a movie or something." He said, scratching the back of his neck, "Okay, that'd be fun." She smiled, he swore that every time she smiled like that around him, he thought his heart would burst. "Meet me after school in the parking lot by the west entrance." He said, and she nodded her head before telling him she had to run to class.
They'd hung out many times during the week, when neither of them had other things going on, she'd even gone to some of his practices, and people had started calling her 'Butch's personal cheerleader', she didn't agree or disagree, and he didn't either. Blossom didn't exactly support Bubble's friendship with Butch, it was as if she knew the two had feelings for each other, and she was still hoping to counterpart thing would work out.
Once the school day was over Bubbles made her way to the parking lot where Butch had told her to meet him, she heard a low whistle from the far back and looked over to see him waving at her. She waved back and made her way to him, where he stood beside a stunning black motorcycle. "You brought it today?" She wasn't really asking him, more like thinking out loud, her eyes were glimmering with excitement, she loved his motorcycle almost as much as she'd grown to love him.
"Yeah, I was thinking we could go for a short drive first. That is, if you don't mind." He said, although he already knew she wouldn't mind, he knew how much she liked his motorcycle, every time he took her for a drive she was giggling and pressing into him, asking him if he would show her how to drive it herself. "I don't mind at all." She grinned and he picked up his helmet and placed it on her head, "Safety first." He said as she pouted. The helmet made it less thrilling, less dangerous, but she wouldn't outright complain.
He got on and she got on behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso loosely, he started it up and took off at full speed, choosing to take a dirt path instead of the highway. As they continued she tightened her arms around him a little and scooted as close to him as she could, her chest pressed right up against his back. She could feel his muscles tense and then relax from how close they were, she could also feel his heart beating quickly, and she knew he could feel hers to.
He loved these moments the most, when they were free to be themselves, when no one else was watching them, now all he had to do was man up and tell her how he felt. He wasn't afraid to beat anyone up, he wasn't afraid of getting suspended or expelled, or even going to jail, he wasn't afraid of anything, except the thought of getting rejected by her. She had become his everything in such a short span of time, he found himself looking forward to going to school, just so he could see her, before their friendship, before he developed feelings for her, he didn't really have a reason for going.
Now she was his reason for everything. They were nearing her house so she could drop off her school stuff and walk to the movie theatre, which wasn't too far away, when suddenly her voice cut through the silence, she'd stopped laughing a little while ago. "Butch." She said his name with such emotion behind it, he thought something was wrong.
"I've been wanting to tell you this for awhile now." She said, she was trying to build up her courage to tell him, while he thought she was going to break off their friendship, this had to be it, why would she ever want to hang out with him in the first place, why had he ever thought that maybe, just maybe, she would fall for him too. Her words caught him off guard and he had to really focus on driving, because she had left him in stunned silence.
"I love you." She said, her voice, although quiet, was as clear as day to him. A couple seconds passed between them and she began moving back, not being as close to him when he spoke up and she stopped instantly, "I love you too." He said, and he pulled over, they were about five minutes from her house but he didn't care. He wanted to have this moment with her, right there.
He got off his bike and she followed, taking the helmet off and setting it on the seat, "You love me?" She asked, her big blue eyes staring up into his green ones. He was around a foot taller than her, pretty well built and known as a jockey punk dude, while she was a small, yet very curvy girl, she'd never even been in a fight with anyone who wasn't a villain, and everyone thought she was one of the nicest girls in town. They always say opposites attract, but Bubbles and Butch had more things in common than people would think.
He nodded, a blush spreading on both of their cheeks, she reached up and placed a soft pale hand on his cheek, moving closer to him and leaning up on her tippy toes, he still had to lean down to her height but he didn't mind at all. He placed his hands on her waist and they both leaned in until there was no space between them, until their lips met in a gentle kiss that turned into a dance between tongues, fighting for dominance until Bubbles won. When they broke apart they were both breathing slightly heavier than before, "That was amazing." She whispered as she leaned her head against his chest.
"I think you're amazing." He mumbled into her hair as he kissed the top of her head and held her warm body close to his own. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked her, pulling away slightly to look into her eyes, to watch her face morph into a wide grin. "Of course, after all, I'm already your personal cheerleader, aren't I?" She teased and he chuckled, "I guess you are." He smiled.
"Blossom is going to kill me." She giggled as she nuzzled his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Why?" He asked, although he had a guess as to what she meant, "She still thinks that you and Buttercup are going to be a thing, and that Boomer and I are going to be a thing." She said and he chuckled, leaning down and kissing her on the lips lightly, "Sorry but that will never happen. Although Boomer does have a crush on you, too bad for him though, you're mine." He said before kissing her with all the emotion he could, with everything he'd been feeling about her since his fall for her, and she kissed him back the same emotion. Everything was finally turning out alright.
"Would you rather watch a movie at my house?" She asked, "I don't care what we do, as long as I get to spend time with you." He said and picked his helmet back up and placed it back on her head. "I guess I should buy you your own helmet since you'll probably be riding with me more often." He said as they got on his bike. "Yay!" She cheered and he began to chuckle as they made their way to her house.
"Do you think you could show me how to drive it?"
"Maybe."
"I'm going to take that as a yes."