Camp Wildfire
"I like you,". It seemed so simple until it reaches the other person's ear and changes everything forever. The friendship is pretty much lost and you're stuck at summer camp with the guy, who still wants to be friends. Buttercup isn't taking this rejection well and secretly writes to a love column in the newspaper for advice. But when she finds out who's behind it and it was all just a joke...Well they don't call it Camp Wildfire for nothing.
BE WARNED: This is NOT some rushed romance where the girl is in love with one guy since birth and then seconds later she is drooling for the new guy. Nope, in fact this will more of a slow romance/love triangle. Buttercup's emotions are a bit all over the place( it's her first crush and she doesn't really know how to act).
-TacoGir
Chapter 1 Just be friends? I think NOT!
Buttercup's pov
Damn. I'm dying.
I can do this. I can so do this! It's just three little words! That is ALL you have to say, not set the boy on fire. Oh, god he's looking at me! Crap, stupid hands won't stop shaking and my heart must be running a race! Is this what death feels like?
"What's your deal, BC? You look constipated," Mitch chuckled as he tossed a basketball over my head. I guess I was suppose to catch that but then again I was experiencing death. My green eyes then darted at him, balling my shaking hands into a fist and said "I need to tell you something!"
Damn. I didn't mean to yell! Mitch was now confused as he scratched the back of his head and slowly asked "Uh, okay?". Sweat was all over me and my knees didn't even feel like they were still with me. Heart was pounding out of my chest as if it was trying to break free. Clutching my fist tight, along with my eyes as I blurted out "I like you!"
"Come again?" Mitch asked with a title of the head.
"I like you damn'it!" This time I stomped my foot. My emotions were all over the place as I waiting for his reply. Mitch just stood there, blank expression until he bit his lip and then a smile appeared. For a second hope was bursting inside me but that died when he started to laugh. What the hell was so funny?
"...Uh, BC? Are you serious?"
"Yes. That was the real deal."
"Look, Buttercup," Oh god, he said my name. He never calls me by my name...
(Three weeks later)
"Buttercup!" Blossom called from the down stairs "The bus is here!"
"Good, get it to run me over."I groaned into my pillow. My bed and I had grown closer ever since the rejection. Mitch and I haven't spoken for three weeks. There is nothing to say. His words still ring in my mind.
"I see you as more of my brother then my girlfriend. You understand, right?"
Understand what? Understand that you think I'm a man? Yeah, I SO understand. I've never been so down in my life. Not even all the F's in world were as bad as this. To make matters worse, Bubbles decided to sign Blossom and I up for stupid summer camp! Meaning I'm going to be surrounded by a bunch of happy people doing happy things.
I hope they all get rocks thrown at them so they can feel as miserable as I do.
"Buttercup! Move your butt!" Blossom yelled. Sighing I grabbed my stuff and stomped down stairs to greet my red headed sister. She had her hand on her hip as she said "About time. Bubbles can't stall the bus forever."
"Can she stall my broken heart?"
"Oh, geez! Listen to you! He who will not be named, is just ONE guy! There are plenty of fish in the sea!"
"Yeah, well I'm done with men who think I'm some kind of male!"
"So...you're going after women?" Blossom asked slowly. I darted my eyes at her and just wanted to scream! I yanked my bags and pushed pass her. Bubbles was standing outside the bus boring the bus driver with some story but I was too caught up in a certain familiar brown haired boy to notice. He was seated in the middle of a bunch of pig-laughing guys. Yeah, laugh it up piggies. Just wait till those rocks come falling in!
"Buttercup?" Mitch? Our eyes connected instantly. He gave an awkward smile but I just ignored him and took a seat in the back. Bubbles decided to sit in front, she must have known how bad I wanted to kill her! Blossom said she had no idea but it doesn't change the fact that my ex crush is here. Then he had the nerve to awkwardly smile at me! I'll give him something to be awkward about!
About fifteen minutes into the incredibly, slow bus ride I noticed Mitch looking at me a few times. Just him taking a glance was killing me! Wait! No! Don't come over here!
"Hey, BC," He said with that damn smile. I have to show him that I don't care about him anymore and that I'm a strong, independent woman who hasn't been crying into her pillow every night. I straighten up my shoulders and said with the biggest smile "Hello, Mitch. Nice weather we're having for the first day of heart break- I mean, Summer Camp." I did my best to stop my hand from slapping my face.
"Yeah...So, look. Are you still mad?" he asked all to quickly.
Hell yeah I'm STILL mad! You piece of crap!
"Oh, Mitch! That was so long ago!"
"That was only three weeks ago.."
Oh look, my crush is a smartass. Believe me, I know how long its been. Wanna count how many tears are on my pillow? Or maybe how much weight gain I've gotten from all that damn (yet, good) ice cream? Since you're a wise guy?
"Anyway, BC I still want us to be friends." He rested a hand on my seat as if this was some sort of piece offering. But I had to really think here; Mitch had been my friend since the womb and losing him would pretty much sucked. I need to realize that he just isn't into me and move on.
Oh screw it. I'm in love and I'm not giving up!
"Sure, buddy."
"...Don't call me that."
(Camp Wildfire)
I held my pride all the way until I got to room 109 and screamed into my pillow. Ugh, I hate him for just wanting to be friends! Why didn't he want me? Was I unattractive? Did I turn him off? What kind of girls did he like anyway? Well, I'll figure something out and have Mitch kissing my toes! Once I lifted my head up, holding my fist high into the air I then noticed a guy who almost looked like me standing in front of my bed. He was on the phone- oh and did I mention he was wearing a towel?
"Uh...?"
"Hold on man, I got a bad feeling this thing is my roomate." He said over the phone while giving me an non friendly look. I had no problem giving him one right back along with the middle finger. Wait. Roommate? Oh, hell no!
"You wish, baby," the guy grins referring to my finger. "Well, at least you got a sense of humor and aren't to hard on the eyes."
"Says the guy wearing nothing but a towel." I felt myself lying since he was kinda hot but then again he fell into the asshole category.
"Don't think I can see the red in those cheeks." He then started to lean closer on the bed. I lean as back as far as I could to get away from this horny bastard. Stupid bed betrayed me with no place to go but down on my back. I had never been in such a situation and I was honestly frozen. His smirk grew closer until our noses touched and the warmth of his towel laid on my leg.
Its obvious he just wanted to get a reaction out me. I don't wanna get kicked out of Summer Camp just yet, so I'll spare him until he really pisses me. Damn, this is going to be hard.
"You ever heard of personal space?!" I whispered harshly.
Really, BC? You should be knocking the crap out of this towel-wearing-bastard! What if Mitch sees?
"He's not gonna see! He doesn't even like me!"
My God! You don't know how to feel!
"What do you mean?"
One minute your on board and the next you're not. Pick one.
"...Ugh, you're right. I don't know how to feel at the moment. Gee,I liked it better when I use to think boys were mud fanatics." I scolded at my inner self but then remembered who was still standing over me with a confused look. He narrowed his eyes and pushed off the bed and said on his phone "Yeah, yes thing is my roommate. I swear the dorm manger has it out for me."
"Could you please put some damn clothes on so this thing doesn't have to look?!" I covered my eyes pointing to the almost falling towel. But he wasn't listening to me, then again what did I expect from an asshole? I noticed his stuff was already unpacked, a lot of Aerosmith posters, ten cans coke decorate his side of the room, exposed condoms and he had basically overtaking the desk with a mountain load of envelopes.
What a neat freak.
"Well, as long as he stays on his side and doesn't get in my way," I said to myself but paused when I felt my phone. I take it out and smile at Mitch's number but that soon disappeared when he started talking about hot his roommate was. Her name is May Givas.
Uh, he does remember that he just REJECTED me and now he's telling about some whore?! I'm gonna kick him in grocery bag! May better stay with June and July!
Mitch: So, there going to be a gathering down in the lobby. I made some friends I want you to meet, epically May. I was hoping you could work your girl magic and find out if she digs me^^
Me: Oh! So NOW I'm a GIRL?! Before I was the brother and now that some whore comes along that makes me female?!
"Don't send that," I jumped at the sound of my roommates voice in my left ear. He was finally clothed, peeking over my shoulder at me text. "I mean, the guy is probably already out of your league but you sending him something like that just screams 'I'majealousclingygirlandyoubetterloveme' vibe! Believe me, do yourself a favor and delete the text."
My jaw wouldn't close as he patted my back and headed towards the door. He then paused, grinning he said "And I wouldn't really worry about May if I were you. Oh, and I'm Butch by the way." He winked and snorted once he was out the door. I banged my fist on the bed and gritted my teeth. But no matter how mad I was I couldn't deny that he was telling the truth.
How the hell is that bastard telling truth?
1. Mitch IS out of my league.
'RE MESSING WITH MY FEELINGS! I would NEVER texts something like that!
I'm like your inner girly side! I'm just trying to help you get what you want!
Yeah, well I say we need to figure something else out. I know that I want Mitch to like me but I've never had a boyfriend.I would ask Bubbles or Blossom but they are so extreme sometimes and I still wanna kill Bubbles.
So, we'll just ask for advice on the DL! But who?
I then noticed a newspaper lied on underneath some of mail on the desk- or should I say his desk? Walking over I yanked it out and searched to see if they had one of those advice columns. It seemed so desperate but who was I going to get advice from? The nosey asshole who has no problem strutting around in a towel in front of my(somewhat) innocent eyes?
"AHA!"
You found something?
Uh, that's why I said what I said! It's one of those ask columns, one here is by someone named "The Broker". Apparently their crap popular and give some good advice. I just need to texts their number and tell her my problem.
Hm, I don't know Buttercup. Sounds rather sketchy.
Well, lets go find Butch-
Texts the damn number!
N/A:I don't usual write Buttercup this way but change can be good. Anyway, I think I'll do Butch's pov next. Not sure but I'll see.
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