I have decided not to tell anyone about the events of last night, mainly because Blossom would freak (and that would suck). Knowing her, she would probably spew out whatever she was drinking, and pass out on the floor from hyperventilation. Bubbles is a bit more calm than that, however, which is why people depend on her for secrets and not Blossom. Bubbles will trust whatever decision you make, because she believes that you know what you are doing. I mean, unless it's just STUPID. Which is why I am NOT telling EITHER of them about him coming into my room last night (which I am still trying to figure out WHY he did in the first place!)?

I floated downstairs to the kitchen, still in my pajamas.

"Hey Buttercup!" Bubbles said happily (she was a morning person…I however was not).

I nodded.

"You okay?" she asked curiously.

I nodded again.

"I have a question," Blossom said (oh no).

I looked up at her as she handed me a mug full of coffee.

"What were you doing in your room last night?" Blossom asked eying me. "I heard a loud thud…and your voice."

"Well duh," I said. "You heard my voice because it's MY room."

She glared at me, "I meant…you were talking to someone."

"Alright alright…" I said. "I fell off my bed last night, and started cursing."

She frowned, "So your idea of cursing is saying the words "Get out of my room"?"

I froze.

"That's what I thought," Blossom said.

"Blossom…it was one in the morning," I said. "I was half asleep."

"Buttercup…" she said. "You honestly believe that I am going to buy that?"

"Yes," I said.

She eyed me again.

I got up, "Well I better go…"

"Where are you going?" Bubbles asked. "You normally stay home until at least lunch time…unless it's school time…"

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about that," I said. "Blossom…what are we doing this summer?"

"We are going to Disney Land," she said. "Remember?"

I frowned, "No. I don't remember."

"The professor saved up money for about two years so we could go," Blossom said. "And he bought us tickets last month."

"When are we leaving?" I asked.

"In about a week," Blossom said.

"I'm glad someone told me about this…" I said sarcastically.

"We did!" Blossom said.

I rolled my eyes and flew off.

I put on some clothes (which just so happened to be: a green tank top, green camouflage pants [that were way too baggy], and some tennis shoes).

"Now it's time to pay a little visit to Butchie Boy's room," I muttered as I flew to Townsville's volcano.

I flew up to the windows, and peeked inside each of them. Finally I saw a room that was green all over, and very messy. Definitely Butch's.

I opened his window, and floated inside. At first I thought I was alone…but then I heard a very loud and long snore. I turned to find Butch, sprawled out on his bed, with hardly any clothes on. He had some boxers on (thank the Lord), but other than that…he had no clothes on.

I had this plan earlier to sneak up on him…then attack him. But my mind said different now. I don't know what it was, but for some reason I just couldn't attack him while he was asleep.

I walked up over to him, and studied him closely. He looked so different asleep, so peaceful. Normally he was always angry looking, but right now he looked completely at ease. His mouth was slightly open, and actually…he was drooling. I smiled slightly…because in a strange and gross way, it was cute. I reached out and wiped it off with his sheets, (which was a very VERY bad move in my part). His eyes shot open with that, and he grabbed my wrist.

I gasped, wide eyed, before glaring down at him, "Let go."

He frowned, before smirking, "Miss me?"

"You wish," I muttered.

"Why are you in my room then?" he asked sitting up.

"Um…" I paused watching his muscles flex as he sat up. "Er…I was planning to attack you…"

"That went well," he said grinning. "Why did you have my sheets up to my face anyway?"

"I was wiping off your disgusting drool," I said.

He went red with that, "I…I drool?"

"Obviously," I said. "You should try sleeping with your mouth closed."

He looked away, as red as a tomato, "Well I WAS asleep…I can't control my mouth being open."

I stuck out my tongue.

"Don't do that…" he said quickly, before backing up.

"Don't do what?" I asked. "This?"

I stuck out my tongue again.

"YES THAT!" he yelled. "God…"

"Why not?" I asked leaning down to him.

"Because!" he said. "It bugs me."

"Why would me sticking my tongue out bug you?" I asked.

He glared at me, "Don't ask."

I stuck my tongue at him again, just for fun.

He looked away, "Stop!"

I did it again..except this time I got on top of him, and made him look at me.

"This is your last warning Buttercup…stop it!" he yelled.

I stuck my tongue at him again.

Then, without warning, he grabbed my face and kissed me.

At first, I tried pushing him away. After a while, however, I gave in to him. He just felt…so…amazing.

His hands went down to my waist, pulling me close to him. I had my hands on his sides, balancing myself up. His lips felt a lot softer than I thought they would, like…WAY softer. One of his hands went up to the side of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. Slowly, he sat up, taking me with him. I tangled my fingers into his messy raven hair, tugging his head towards mine (even close than we were already). His hand felt its way down from my waist, to my legs, pulling them around him. Then suddenly, out of all that bliss, reality came back to me.

I pushed him off of me, "Get away from me you…you….you PERV!"

I flew home with that.