Oh. My. Gawsh.
I AM SO SORRY!
SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY!
SORRY TO THE INFINITE POWER!
I'm so evil… I can't tell you how sorry I am! First I had writer's block, then school began pounding me into the dirt, and I've been caught up in ice skating and tennis and Tai kwon do, BUT THAT'S NO EXCUSE! I'M SORRY!
I'm just… I'm sorry.
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The first twenty-four hours of Butch's stay in Buttercup's home had been awkward, quiet, and uncomfortable. The tension in the air was thick enough to be sliced with a knife, especially when BC and her counterpart happened to be in the same room. The only reason she visited 'his' room was because he needed constant doses of medicine. Sometimes, his coughing became less violent, but more often it remained the same, something that made Buttercup nervous (though she wouldn't admit it). She was the first to admit she knew little on heath care, but she had enough common to realize that coughing usually goes away soon after you take medicine. It bounces back sometimes, but at least it goes away. The opposite was true in Butch's case.
To mask her worries, Buttercup darted into the room, forced Butch to take his cough syrup, and scurried away. Just because she was showing hospitality didn't mean she had to be nice. Blossom would've found some flaw in her sister's reasoning, so thank heaven Blossom was not home. As long as Buttercup had this mentality, she felt better.
On the first full day, though, she almost managed to break her own rules. It was wholly unintentional, unplanned, and unexpected – a very sorry and pathetic excuse in this case. She had been sitting on the bed, glaring at Butch to get him to down his cough syrup.
"Will you stop looking at me like that?" Butch snapped, glowering right back. "I'm not some little kid."
"You sure act like one," Buttercup retorted. "Grow up! Just drink the stupid medicine."
He broke eye contact with her long enough to swallow it, face contorted in a grimace. "If my brothers knew about this…" he broke off.
"Those brothers who left you out in the rain? You think they care about you enough to get you out of here?" Buttercup haughtily slid off the bed, making a beeline for the door. "My sisters may be a pain sometimes, but they're there for me. Always have, always will be. Can't say the same about your brothers, can you? Even they think you're a rat." She stopped, her hand on the doorknob. Butch had gone awfully quiet. She turned slowly. He was sitting upright, staring out the window, out at the persistent, pounding rain.
Buttercup stared, shocked. Maybe she'd gone a little too far… the words left a sour taste in her mouth. She let go of the doorknob and made her way back to the bed.
"Hey," she said, making her voice soft, almost gentle. She barely sounded like the brash, independent Buttercup she'd always been while interacting with the Rowdyrough Boys, especially Butch. She sounded, to her surprise, caring. "Why exactly did they do that?"
Butch's eyes snapped back toward her, looking wary. "Doesn't matter," he muttered.
She waited, swinging her legs.
He glanced at her in surprise. "Well…" He stopped short and looked at her again as though he'd never seen her before. "I said, it doesn't matter," he said, blunt as ever.
"Oh… okay," Buttercup said. She was almost disappointed that he hadn't told her, to her utter dismay. Before she walked out the door, though, she turned back and gave him a smile – a slight, but genuine, smile. "Something else," she said.
He waited with narrowed eyes.
"Maybe I think you're a rat, but your bothers might not. You're a rotten person, but not a complete rat."
Butch clearly had not expected this. He opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally came up with, "What do you know about my brothers? What do you know about them kicking me out?" He waited expectantly for an answer.
"I don't," Buttercup admitted. "But love almost never makes sense." She winked and closed the door, smiling to herself at Butch's wide eyes and open mouth, which had made a perfect O of surprise. And as she made her way down to her own bedroom, realization dawned on her, transforming her from caring BC to the same blunt, brash, bold, and one-in-a-million Powerpuff Girl Buttercup.
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Hello again!
I, um... hope you're satisfied with this chapter… because I've been so mean to y'all I'm gonna go back on saying you won't get much romance…
I'll write it.
For you guys, I will.
Stay tuned, okay?
Love y'all!
Peace!
-Silverbells
