I sighed as I fell against the soft mattress that was my bed. I had put away all my clothes and hung up some posters of bands that I liked, such as: Lacuna Coil, Evanescence, Bullet For My Valentine, Flyleaf, Paramore, Family Force 5, My Chemical Romance, and a lot more. I even had a poster of Johnny Depp on my wall next to my door. On the other side was Taylor Lautner. And, no, he didn't have his shirt off… it was on but it was open. (A/N: May Jimmy Sullivan rest in peace, for he has passed away as of yesterday, Dec 28, 2009. He was the drummer of Avenged Sevenfold. Hopefully, God is taking good care of him.)

My door was open and Bubbles flew in, giggling, hand to her mouth, smothering them.

I eyed her carefully. "What?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. It's just funny. I look at my room and then at yours and see the difference."

"What's the difference?" I sat up on my bed.

"The posters, the color… the personality." She nodded her head back. "Come look."

I followed her to her room and saw her walls were covered with more poppy bands like: The Jonas Brothers, Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, and others like that. Although we had two exact posters: Johnny and Taylor. I laughed.

"Let's go look at Blossom's room." I suggested as we left her room.

The door opened and there stood Blossom, smiling. "Hi there." She let us in.

On her walls were classical posters, not just of musical groups but certain quotes of famous people. All in all, it was boring.

"What about Johnny Depp? And Taylor Lautner?" Bubbles asked innocently.

"In my closet, on the walls." She said, putting some books of hers away.

I rolled my eyes. "Party pooper." I left her room.

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The RRB were out and us three girls were in the entertainment room. Blossom and Bubbles were fighting each other on the Wii, playing Cooking Mama or something like that. They were trying to make Ratatouille.

I was on the couch, biting my nails, chills running down my spine as I read my latest horror story. Normally, the schemes would sound stupid or childish- like a zombie attack- but they were really quite interesting and, dare I say it, terrifying. The adrenaline rush that accompanied the words was amazing- it brought a whole new meaning to the word junky. I couldn't get enough of the horror because it felt so good to have the adrenaline course through me.

"I never took you as one to read." I heard a deep, husky voice whisper in my ear, the breath tickling my cheek, blowing against my hair.

I held back a shriek of startlement and terror, closing my book and hitting the Whatever on the head- hard. And it was a hardcover book too.

I heard two male laughs and two female ones. I looked at what I hit: Butch. He was clutching his head in pain.

I shrugged, turning back to my book, trying to find the page.

Blossom giggled, the game paused. She and Bubbles sat on the floor. "Should've warned you guys to never bother Buttercup when she's reading. She gets frightened easily."

"Do not!" I growled. My eyes never left the page.

"Do too!" Bubbles stuck her tongue out at me. Boomer snickered.

"Stick that tongue out one more time and it's up Boomer's ass." I threatened, keeping my eyes on my book, turning the page.

She and Boomer shrieked in horror and disgust.

"Ugh, Buttercup!" Bubbles complained, covering her eyes. "Where did you ever get that idea of torture?!"

I smirked. "My books." I started to levitate off the couch but was tackled by Brick. "Hey!" He took my book, rolling it away. "Give it back!"

He tossed it to Butch who then started a game of Keep Away with me, tossing it to Brick, back and forth over me.

Butch got it one last time as I tackled him to the floor. I landed atop him and grabbed the book triumphantly. "Ha!" I smirked.

But it slowly died as I saw Butch's stare. His dark green eyes were piercing, sparkling slightly in the dimly lit room. I noticed his hands on my waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing, smooth circles on my skin where my shirt had slid up. I felt his barely quickened heartbeat and his slow breaths as his chest heaved taking it in and letting it out.

I felt heat coming to my cheeks and quickly got up, holding the book to my chest. I hid my face behind the book and my hair as it fell over my shoulders.

Butch stood and looked at me, a scowl on his face.

Blossom chuckled, unaware of the small exchange. "Told you not to mess with Buttercup and her books."

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It was around eleven at night, maybe closer to midnight. I couldn't sleep. I didn't know why but I just couldn't.

I sighed and rolled out of bed, going downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe I needed a snack. I left the lights off and made my way to the fridge, opening it. There was a container holding fried rice, chicken, and vegetables, smothered in teriyaki sauce. I licked my lips and heated it up in the microwave, grabbing chopsticks while I closed the fridge door with my hip.

As the microwave dinged, I sat on the counter and grabbed the container, eating from it. Those horror stories had gotten me terrified, extremely to say the least. I know, I know, I'm Buttercup- nothing scares me. Well, that's a hunk of hooey. I get scared- hell, everyone does- I just don't like showing that I do. I sighed, swallowing a piece of chicken.

A rustle to my left brought me out of my thoughts. I slid off the counter and set the food down, looking around. "Boo." I heard a voice whisper.

I actually went to scream but a hand covered my lips before even a squeak escaped. "Relax, BC, like I'd do anything." Butch sneered. "So, shut up already."

His hand was still against my mouth and his other was at my waist, our fronts brushing each other's. I gulped at the contact. I wasn't always the… smoothest… when it came to guys. Or the most comfortable.

He slowly backed away from me and leaned against the fridge, arms crossed over his bare chest. He was only wearing dark green pajama pants. I was wearing a forest green tank top with dark green flannel shorts and light green slippers.

"What are you doing up?" He asked, eyes staring right through my own.

"Couldn't sleep. I was hungry…" I mumbled, grabbing the container and eating some more.

He raised an eyebrow. "That was mine." His lips were pressed together.

I shrugged. "So? Now it's mine." I took one last bite before walking past him, handing him the empty container. I bumped his hip with mine. "And it was delicious." I rubbed my thumb against my lower lip to get the piece of rice that stuck to it.

Butch grabbed my wrist before I had fully walked away. I looked at him in confusion as he lowered his head to my hand- to my thumb. His lips went around it, wetting it, as he slowly but surely sucked on it. A huge blush spread up my neck to my ears. He pulled away and the rice was gone, along with the once sticky sauce that had stayed on my finger.

"You're right. It was." He said lowly, letting my wrist go and heading up the stairs to the room next to mine; his own.

I let out a slow breath, trying to calm my heart as I walked up the stairs to my own room. I shut the door and collapsed onto the bed. My thumb tingled and burned from his lips.

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BL POV:

I slept easily but woke just as easily as well. I heard rustling downstairs and got out of bed to investigate, wondering who was stupid enough to break into the Rowdy Ruff Boys' house.

I hid around the corner, noticing it was just Butch and Buttercup.

"That was mine." Butch's voice rang out with annoyance. I peeked over the edge of the wall to see his pressing his lips together to keep from yelling at her.

BC shrugged. "So? Now it's mine." She ate the last of it before walking past him, giving Butch the container. She bumped his hip. "And it was delicious." Is it just me or… was that flirtatious and seductive? She rubbed her thumb against her bottom lip since she had sauce and rice stuck to it.

Butch grabbed her wrist and brought his lips to that same thumb. I raised an eyebrow. Okay, I knew Butch had a soft spot for Buttercup but I never knew that soft. He would have murdered anyone else if that had taken his food. His lips curled around finger and I grimaced in disgust. Almost just as quickly as he had put his lips there, he pulled away.

"You're right. It was." He told her lowly, letting her go and heading to his room. Buttercup followed at a slower pace only going into her own room.

I came out from behind the wall just as Brick did from another. I stepped back in shock just as he did. "You! What are you doing down here?!" We both yelled in unison.

"I came down because I heard a noise. Your turn." I crossed my arms, waiting for him to respond.

He smiled sort of mischievously. "To eavesdrop."

My shoulders slumped. "That's rude!" I scolded.

"I know."

"Ugh! You are such a boy! You have no regard for anyone else's feelings! How dare you spy on them?! That was a private moment!"

He lifted an eyebrow. "You spied too. Don't you think you're being a little hypocritical?"

"I spied by accident because if I hadn't hid, they would have seen me!" I took a step forward, arguing with this block-head. "You, however, spy just to thrill yourself, don't you? You don't care who you spy on as long as you can use it against them!"

Brick looked at her calmly, his red cap slanted on his head. "You ever think maybe I didn't want to be seen either?" He pointed to himself, stepping forward.

I laughed a dry laugh. "Oh, please, you and I both know that if you were allowed front row seats, you would gladly take them!"

"And you know as well as I that you are not as innocent as you seem! That you would fight me for those seats!" We were right in each other's faces, so close that I inhaled what he exhaled and vice versa.

"I would not!"

"Would too!" He yelled back, maybe a little louder. He suddenly smirked. "How about we stop fighting and share?"

I blinked. "Wha-? Huh?" I was so confused. Share what?

"How about we share the front row seats?" His voice lowered, keeping the conversation to ourselves. "We don't have to go at one another's throat all the time. Why don't we just call a truce every once in a while? Be on one another's side?" His hand came up and brushed against my cheek, leaving a burning trail behind. "Don't you think that'd be fun?" I was still watching him warily but my eyes almost fell out of my face when he tilted his head up and kissed my forehead. His lips lingered a little longer than I'd have expected- meaning at all!- and he stepped away, smirk gone. "Think about it." He zipped up to his room. I heard his door close as I stared at the stairs.

What did he mean?

My forehead burned where he had kissed me.

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BU POV:

I shook Boomer's shoulder. He grunted and looked up at me through groggy eyes. "Wha-?"

"Boomer, we fell asleep. You should go back to your room." I told him, worried that my sisters would find out he had been in my room.

We had been goofing around, just listening to music and drawing pictures when, the next thing I knew, my head was on his shoulder and his arm was around my waist while the clock read 11:30 PM.

He sighed and nodded, before stretching his arms over his head. He stood as I did. "Night, Bubbles." He mumbled, going over to the door, dragging his feet.

"Night, Boomer." I murmured back as he reached the door handle. I heard a faint shock and he hissed, bringing his hand to his chest, cradling it while he grunted in annoyance. I giggled. The doorknob shocked him because he rubbed his feet against my fuzzy carpet. I went over to him while he blinked, waking up fully. "You okay?" I grabbed his hand to examine it.

"I'm fine." He tried to pull his hand away but I could tell he didn't really want to since his attempt was weak. "Just stings."

I leaned my head down to get a better look at his hand. I saw it was a little red. "Maybe you should ice it or something, it looks a little like Brick's hair." I joked while giggling.

Boomer smiled but it looked like smirk, as it always did. "Guess so. But it'll be fine after I rest."

My eyebrows went up. "Are you sure?" I asked with worry. I didn't want him in pain.

He laughed quietly. "Yeah. I'm sure, Bubbles." He murmured with a tiny smile on his lips, almost shy-looking. He leaned toward me, hand still in mine, and kissed me on my cheek, although it was a little lower, almost my jaw but not quite. My eyes widened a bit. He pulled away, the door open. "Good night." He closed the door, me standing still in shock.

I moved a little like a robot, my hand still up in the position from when I had been holding his. I turned toward where we had been sitting. "Uh…yeah." I mumbled, going over to pick up the papers we had been drawing on. I picked up my drawings first, most containing me, Blossom, and Buttercup, along with the Professor and the RRB occasionally. I went to grab Boomer's but I froze seeing one picture. I picked it up and a smile slowly made its way to my lips.

It was a picture of me, in chibi form, next to a chibi Boomer. We were in fighting stances, facing one another, but we were both… smiling. And it really looked like me and him when we had both been in kindergarten.

My cheek burned from the kiss he had given me and I blushed.

My smile grew and dropped at the same time at one thought: The Professor would freak if he knew…

I know, I know: they all seemed a bit out of character. Well, they're all raging hormonal sixteen-year-olds so...
But this helps me with the other chapters to come because there's supposed to be awkwardness and such so this'll bring it all out. Let me know what you think and review! What did you think of Butch, Brick, and Boomer being affectionate? About the girls' reactions? The details? Do you want more fluff, more arguing, what? Let me know! And tell me which couples you'd like to see more of: ButchxButtercup, BrickxBlossom, or BoomerxBubbles? Which do you want a whole chapter going to next?? Tell me and I'll grant that wish- if I can!