I swear I never saw it coming. She was supposed to be a friend, but then she stole him from my grasp. She came in quickly and quietly, but left destruction in her wake. Like a silent hurricane.

I've always known that there was calm before a storm...

"Hi my name's Brute. I am so happy that I can try out for the soccer team!"

'"Hi Brute! My name's Buttercup, but some people call me BC. I'm the girls soccer team captain. Its good to have you! Now will you prove to me what you can do?!"

"Yes Ma'am!"

She didn't make the team and blamed it all on me...

"Buttercup! You said that I had potential!"

"You do Brute! But the coach doesn't think that you are a team player. I can't override her decision. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. You're not sorry at all."

She came in so quietly. So quickly...

"Come on Butch! We've been best friends since we were six! You can tell me anything!"

"Well, Buttercup I-" Brute came and linked arms with him.

"BUTCH! I've missed you!" What?

" Brute and I are dating."

And like that, she stole him away from me.

"Butch! What happened?! I thought you were supposed to be my best friend!"

"Buttercup... I can't. Brute wants me to-"

"But, what do you want?"

"I... I don't know..."

"I can't believe that you would even consider ditching our 11 year friendship for her! You've been going out for only a few months!"

"Buttercup! I think... I think I love her! You wouldn't understand."

"Trust me, I do understand. I understand so much that it hurts." I turned and ran away from him.

"BUTTERCUP! WAIT!"

That night, for the first time in my life, I cried my heart and soul out over a guy. That was a week ago, on the last day of school before summer vacation. That was the last time I talked to him. Butch. My best friend. My better half... my first and possibly, only love.

Now, you all must be very confused. Let me rewind back about a year. Back to before she came.

It was at the near end of summer. It was Butch and his brothers' 16 birthday and their party was held outside.

It was dark out and the sun was long gone along with most of the party goers. The only ones left were my sisters, Blossom, Bubbles and me. Of course it was only natural. We've been friends with the guys since we were six. And the fact that my sisters were dating his brothers. To be honest, I was jealous of my sisters. They both had boyfriends and admirers. They actually dressed nice, while I dressed in sweats, t-shirts, basketball shorts, and jeans. Maybe that's why he chose her over me. I wasn't good enough for him.

Our siblings were chatting on their picnic table, while Butch and I were joking around.

At one point, Butch ran towards the picnic table, got some frosting from the cake and put it on me. Within seconds an all out cake war ensued with cake flying everywhere.

In fact, our siblings supplied us with the rest of the cake. The second that Butch touched the cake, the cake leftovers became ammunition. Completely inedible. Our siblings moved to a safe area. Away from firing range.

We ended up wrestling around on the grass. Butch managed to pin my arms and straddled me.

"Give it up Butterbutt!"

"NO!"

"GIVE UP AND I'LL HAVE MERCY"

"NEVER!"

"Fine then. You leave me no choice." He removed his right hand, but kept both of my arms pinned using his left. With his free hand he went to my side and began tickling me.

"Give up."

"N-no!Pft HAHAHA!"

"Give up and I'll stop."

"Never! HAHAHA!"

"Buttercup."

"OKAY! Fine. I -HAHA- I GIVE...I give up!" He stopped and smirked at me. My heart skipped a beat back then and he got off.

"SAY CHEESE!" We turned to see Bubbles holding a camera. He pulled me close by my waist and we both smiled.

Click.

"Oooooooh! This is a good one!" Butch and I looked at each other, covered in cake and frosting,

"Oi! Get cleaned up you two!" I wonder what would've happened if Blossom didn't tell us to clean up and I went home covered in frosting and cake. Maybe I wouldn't be feeling the way I do now.

In the kitchen we were washing our hands and faces with water. We still had cake all over our bodies though and we began laughing. I turned to look at him and he looked back. His forest green eyes clashed with my emerald ones. He leaned towards me and I swore my heart stopped, but then he pulled away, I sighed a little disappointed,

"Sooo, Butch what am I going to do? I don't have clothes here." I already knew his answer. We've been in messy situations before, but I asked anyways to try to relieve the awkwardness I knew he was feeling.

"You can use the my shower. I'll get you some clothes and I'll shower in Brick's bathroom." I nodded. I might have looked calm, but my heart was beating a mile a minute.

In the bathroom, I stripped of my sticky frosting covered clothes and put them in a plastic bag that Butch gave me. And I stepped into the shower. His shampoo and conditioner were in there. I popped the shampoo open and washed all of the dirt and frosting out of my raven hair.

When I finished I dried myself using a towel that was provided by Butch and put on my under garments since they were still okay to wear. Butch gave me a green t-shirt and shorts. When I wore his shirt, it went to my thighs. The shirt smelled like his room; it smelled like pines really. It smelled like Butch and it made me smile.

I slipped on the shorts and it was completely covered by the shirt. His clothes were always so comfy. That's the main reason why I never returned them. Half of my closet is filled with his clothes and I always wear them to sleep.

When I opened the door, my nose got a whiff of pine. Butch was sitting on the bed in fresh clothes with his raven hair down instead of spiked up. His eyes trailed a water drop that was running down my neck and into the shirt.

His face. I'll never forget it. It was different than before. Completely unreadable. He's seen me in his clothes before, so I didn't get it,

"Do I look weird or something?"

"No...'' His eyes were somewhat clouded.

"What's wrong?"

"Leave."

"What?"

"LEAVE! RIGHT NOW!"

"Why?" Is he mad? Did I do something wrong? That's what plagued my mind. He saw my face and his expression softened,

"Sorry for yelling. Can you leave? I need... to do something."

"...Okay..."

I left and closed the door behind me. That's when I heard strange noises coming from his room. He was whispering my name, and my face grew extremely red. He was... you know... From that day, I never looked at him the same way. It was clear to me that he was no longer the 6 year old boy that I met 10 years before. And to him, it seems that I was no longer that 6 year old girl.