-This first part is going to be Buttercup and Blossom's side of the phone calls.- not a big part of the plot, but some people were wondering-

Buttercup-"Hey. . .You guys pick up mike?. . .Where is he?. . .You like him?. . .He get in trouble yet?. . .You try to kill him yet?. . .That's good, I guess. . .Well, where are you bitches anyway?. . .Who's car did you decide to take?. . .Ahh, speaking of Brick, how many cigarets has he had today?. . . Blossom wants to know. . .she told him he has to quit before it kills him. . .yea, we're on our way to Bubble's batcholorette party. . .yea, really. . .Don't get into too much trouble while I'm not there to bail you out. . .You gonna be at the hotel?. . .We're staying at one too. . . Open arms in, remember we spent prom night there. . .That was an eventful night. . .alright, Imma go now love you. . .have fun. . .BUTCH I SWEAR TO GOD IF I FIND EVEN ONE BLONDE HAIR ON YOU I'LL DRAG YOU BY YOUR ASS STRAIGHT DOWN TO-. . .whatever, you better have been . . . okay, bye. . . I don't want to, I'm mad, and I already said it. . . I'll hang up first. . .fine, I love you. . .Whatever. . .Bye."

Blossom-"Butch told Buttercup that you've been smoking. . .Butch told her five or six, that doesn't sound like a couple. . .Yea, he did. . .I told you those things are going to kill you Brick. . . well, anyway, are you at the hotel yet?. . .We're at Bubble's party now. . .No, I'm not. . .Pinky swear, we good?. . .Bye, love you. . .What? Why are you mumbling, I can't hear you."

Butch glares at his brother from the side of the road. "You're shittin me?"

Brick shakes his head, smirking but not turning to look at his black haired brother. "Nope, I warned you."

". . .At least take him with you?" Butch scowls, gesturing with his thumb to Mike, who is, at the moment, trying to pick up a cactus with his mouth.

Brick chuckles, shaking his head. "Nope."

Boomer waves his hand as Brick starts the car, pulling away from Butch and Mike, only to stop after Ten feet.

"Alright." Brick yells back to them. "Get in, but not one word!"

Butch sighs, happy not to be stuck alone with Mike, as he walks towards the car. "Shit man I thought you were serio-"

Before he can reach the car, or finish his sentence, Brick drives away, laughing. "PSYCH!" He yells over his shoulder, lighting a cigaret and popping it into his mouth. "HAVE FUN WALKING BITCH!"

"1 BOTTLE OF BEER ON THE WALL, ONE BOTTLE OF BEER, IF ONE OF THOSE BOTTLES SHOULD HAPPEN TO FALL, NO BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL!"

Butch sighs, releasing his clenched fists when Mike finally reaches the end of the song. 99 bottles of beer would've been useful right now. Maybe if he were drunk Mike might be a little more tolerable. "Just fifteen more miles to the hotel." He mumbles to himself, walking on.

". . . 99 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL 99 BOTTL-"

"AAAHHHHRRRGGGG!" Butch screams at the top of his lungs, clenching his fists. HOW could Buttercup be related to this idiot?

"What's wrong B-man?" Mike asks, staring curiously at the spikey haired man. "Step on another cactus?"

Butch growls. "I didn't fucking STEP on any cactus! You held in in front of me!" He glared at the brown haired boy. "Can we just, not talk for a while though?" He tries to calm himself down.

Mike nods. "Sure." . . ."IF ONE OF THOSE BOTTLES SHOULD HAPPEN TO FALL-"

"WHAT DID WE JUST FUCKING AGREE ON?!" Butch screams in the boys face, lifting him by his shirt.

". . .Not to talk?"

"Exactly." Butch seethes. "So why was noise coming out of your mouth?"

Mike stares at him, confused. "You said talking. . .I was singing. . ."

"I. . .Will. . Kill. . you." Butch drops the boy. "Stay AT LEAST ten feet away from me until we get to the hotel, and maybe then too."

Mike nods, smiling. "I get it, can't have this much attractiveness together right?"

Butch sighs, this is going to be a long fifteen miles.

Brick smirks, crossing his arms once his black haired brother comes into view. "He's here." He says, nudging Boomer with his shoulder.

Boomer laughs. "Look" He nods his head juts as Mike walks into view. "He's not dead, gimmi my money."

Brick frowns at this, shaking his head. "No, the bet was that Butch would hit him at least hard enough to leave a bruise, wait till he gets close enough to see."

"C'mon man!" Boomer smirks. "There's no bruise, stop pussy-footing around and pay me."

Brick shakes his head, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. "You know, for a man about to get married you're really pushy."

Boomer smiles, taking the twenty from his brother. "Thank you."

Brick nods, his smile returning at the sound of Butch's voice from across the parking lot. "IF I TELL YOU ONE MORE FUCKING TIME TO STOP I'LL SLAM THE FUCKING BOTTLES OVER YOUR HEAD!"