Thanks for your support so far, guys.
So here I finally complete the anon request with Butch and Bubbles. This is by far the longest one shot I have written. I had fun while writing it as well, since it discussed topics that I like. Anyway the song for this chapter is Come as You Are by the Nirvana.
Bubbles was sitting in the park on a bench, sketching in her drawing pad. It was sunny and warm. Hardly any cloud in the late afternoon sky. Her classes for the day had ended. Even though she was tired from her lectures and the homework she had to do in the past two weeks she still got the urge to go out and sketch the scenery. It was almost relaxing in it's intensity.
She had made a quick sketch of the view she had from here, adding in the few bypassing people in the picture and from there had lost herself in the finer details and few fantasy touch ups.
Final exams were coming and she felt stressed beyond reason. She had so much studying to do. Drawing felt like a nice reprieve from all of that.
She knew that she had been neglecting her friends and family for the past two weeks, but her grades came first. Blossom would understand, in fact she had encouraged her to take such an action just to improve her score. Of course she was torn about the results so far. The need to communicate to someone else besides her roommate and few classmates was strong, but she reassured herself that it will end soon, her last exam being next day, and after that she could proudly strut into her childhood home and announce to her family members that she's passed with flying colors.
Bubbles quickly glanced up at the large volcano that mostly took up her picture then back at her drawing adding more detail to it.
She silently smiled to herself. This place brought back so many memories to her. She could remember all the times she had walked through here as a child and played on the playground. She and her sisters had once even tried to climb the inactive volcano. Their father had been horrified finding them later on with bruises and scratches, a cop by their side. The man had been kind enough to inform them to get down from there and bring them back to their parent.
The blonde giggled.
Later on in life, when she was a teenager, she had tried to climb it again. That hadn't been very successful either. Of course she hadn't gotten very far because she remembered the last time. Buttercup had called her a wuss for bailing out after two steps. She was smart enough to know that she didn't possess enough strength to actually get far and falling because her arms gave out hadn't felt appealing either.
Her deep thoughts were disturbed when she noticed that someone was obscuring the sun for her. When she looked up she saw a face she hadn't expected to see.
Green eyes were gazing at her curiously, trying to gauge what she was drawing on the paper.
"You have been avoiding me." It was a statement not a question, she heard, and in a slightly accusing tone too.
"Not really." She honestly wasn't. She just has been to busy to really hang out with anyone. Picking up his calls hadn't felt appealing either, knowing that he would talk her ear off about things she didn't particularly care about or even needed to know about. It was distracting too. Though she never realized that her actions might upset him. After all she had sent him texts back saying that she was studying. Her other friends understood.
"Well, it feels like it," he huffed and took a seat beside her. She absently noticed that he had his backpack with him, meaning that he had just gotten out of classes too. "Here I've been trying to get in touch and hang out with a friend, but she gives me the finger. What was I supposed to think?"
Bubbles stopped her sketching to look at him incredulously. "That I maybe, oh I don't know, was actually, as I said in my texts, studying. Weren't you studying either? For you it should matter even more, with it being your last year in uni."
Butch shrugged, leaned back and put up his hands at the back of the bench. He was sitting close enough to her that his right arm went past her. "I was. But you know, I like to take a breather once in a while too. Those blockheads I call my friends can get pretty overwhelming to hang out with all the time. I don't particularly like to stay around my brothers all the time too, so I come to you. You're the only girl so far that hasn't ran from me after two months."
"Gee, thanks."
He beamed at her in return.
"Has it ever occurred to you that those girls run maybe because you have commitment issues. Or let's just be real here - you're doing the running." She knew she hit a nerve when he scowled, but wiped it off immediately after.
"I rather not talk about that...Anyway, what are you drawing?"
She accepted his change of topic and explained what she was doing. She knew that relationships were a sore spot for him. Even if he was a dick with girls he still got affected by the break ups. Well...more or less. She has to admit that there have been times when she had wondered why he never tried to do anything with her. Ah...her sister must be the reason why. When they had met the guys for the first time in high school Buttercup had made quite the scene when Butch had tried to touch her butt. It was then when she had declared to keep his slimy claws off of her and her sisters. Buttercup's words not hers.
Later that year she and Boomer had gotten along pretty well, they were sort of friends till this day. Blossom and Brick had found a common ground too. Buttercup was the only one who didn't like the brothers. She got into plenty of fights with them. Of course things changed a lot when they entered university. It was also how she had become friends with Butch, both of them being in the same faculty. It was a huge surprise for her. She hadn't expected for him to be in the same university as her, let alone the same faculty.
After five minutes of her explaining what she was doing Butch interrupted her. "Okay, I understand. No need to describe every detail." He went quiet after that, silently watching her continue her drawing.
It set her on the edge bit that he was staring at her draw like that, not being used to people watching her draw, but she pushed away the feeling. Butch had seen her draw before and she was pretty much already used to him peering over her shoulder, throwing off hand remarks about her drawings. It's just that it has been a while since she has last drawn anything and she doesn't really feel that confident in her skills right now.
"I wanna draw something too. Give me some paper?" He was rummaging through his bag for a pen when she interrupted him.
"Oh no way I'm doing that. Last time I let you draw with me you drew something I rather not remember."
Butch laughed, remembering the scratchy doodles. "You gotta admit that it was pretty genius, right?"
Bubbles snorted. "Sure it was." Sarcasm laced her voice. "Except there's nothing genius about stick figures in intimate positions or silhouettes of naked women." She deliberately left out the part where she thought that the silhouettes had been drawn pretty well for someone who can't draw and that one of those silhouettes had a suspiciously similar hairstyle to hers. Honestly, she had no idea what he was trying to pull with that. Heck, half the time she couldn't guess what his intentions were. He was just that unpredictable.
"You just don't know how to appreciate the beautiful act of sex and the wonderful bodies of women."
She scoffed and elbowed him in the side. "Just shut up. If you want to draw so much then maybe you could join me on the drawing classes I plan on taking during the summer?" She sounded desperate even when she was trying to be mocking, she noted. But really she wanted to take those classes and everyone she asked to join her refused. She knew it was babyish of her, but she wanted some familiar company. Butch was her last chance at getting that wish.
Sadly for her he picked up on the desperation in her voice. He smirked mischievously. "Now why would I do that? I don't even like drawing."
She pursued her lips in an angry pout. She put away her drawing in her binder, knowing that she won't be able to work on it anymore now that Butch was here. She wracked her brain for some sort of excuse to persuade him. She was well aware from that glint in his eye that the only way she would be able to talk him into it is if she did a favor for him. She was planning to avoid that. Owning favors for Butch was just asking for trouble.
"Please, Butch, do this for me. I really need someone there with me."
He chuckled and flicked her forehead. "Not gonna happen, pigtails."
Her angry pout turned into a sad pout. She rubbed her forehead and pinched him on the shoulder in return. Her frown deepened when he laughed at her in response. Such a meanie. Was it too much to ask? All she wanted was some familiar face to talk to while in class. It was a great bonding experience. Hell, the classes weren't even that long - two days a week for a month.
She wanted to say something to change his mind, but nothing came to her. She mulled over the nature of the classes. Her mouth opened before she could even register what she was saying. "You might get a chance to draw me naked."
At the shock on his face she realized what absurdity had come out of her mouth, what she had proposed. She felt her face warm up all the way to the tips of her ears. She turned her face away to try and hide the blush from him. Open mouth, insert foot. She was a prime example of that right now. Where had that even come from? Sure the classes included anatomy studies, but not naked model drawing or anything like that.
What the hell was wrong with her?
When she looked back at him she saw the tiniest rose coloring on his face as well, but unlike her he was beaming.
"That's a tempting suggestion," he hummed. "But I'm afraid that's not going to make me want to join some lame drawing classes."
She almost glared at him for suggesting that drawing was something degenerating. He and his stupid male pride. She could bet her head that he thought that the simple act of drawing was weak and a girly thing to do. She will prove him wrong.
She shook her head, clearing her head before she got anymore unwanted verbal diarrhea. "Okay, fine." She gave up...for now. It was obvious that she's not going to talk him into going with her right now. She needs to find some kind of leverage that she could use to her advantage. Something that doesn't possibly involve with her getting naked.
She sighed. With her being busy these past two weeks she hadn't had much time to really find any leverage against anyone. Maybe she should stop acting like a child and just go alone. It was her passion and it was her choice to take extra classes during the summer.
She gazed up at the sky, noting that the sun was really low in the sky already. She must have spent two hours drawing before Butch came and interrupted her. Hmm...she wondered...
"How did you know that I was going to be here anyway?"
Her voice snapped him out of his own musings. "Hmm, oh, I was just lucky, I guess." She saw the same sparkle come back in his eyes. He was up to something. "It's a nice day, so I decided to pass through the park on my way back. You just happened to be here. No way I'm going to leave you alone after all the avoiding you've been doing." He smiled.
She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't avoiding you."
"Could've fooled me. I even tried to catch you while you were in your dorm, but you were never there."
She laughed lightly. "Our schedules simply don't match up. I'm still a first year, you're not. And if you really wanted to see me you could've just come after exams and classes."
He gave a noncommittal hum, turning his gaze to the volcano. "It didn't feel appropriate to go and bug you so late."
Ah, that's right. A guy entering the girls dorm that late might look suspicious, people might misunderstand. Though sometimes she did question the nature of their friendship. Like, for example, why was he even so adamant to hang out with her so much. They certainly didn't have the same interests. He liked sports and fighting, she liked arts and crafts, studying languages and animals. Though she did have to admit that while he at first appeared to be a dumb blockhead he actually was a lot smarter and affectionate than he let on.
Hmm, maybe that's why they stuck together 'cause they both were so different they could learn new things from each other. There were plenty of times when Butch had engaged into some of her activities. Obviously he complained how dumb and meaningless they were, but he still had fun nonetheless. Just like there were time when he had talked her into joining him for his kickboxing practices or exercises. She also noticed that he liked beating her at the video games he made her play with him.
They really were an odd pair. Some of her friends had even mentioned so. Buttercup had even went as far as to tell her that he was trying to worm his way into her pants. Heh, if so he was putting in a lot of effort to simply get a romp out of her. She knew better. She always saw the positive side of people and Bubbles knew that no matter what vile things other people spoke about him that most of them weren't true and that deep down he was a good person.
"It's getting late. I should probably head back." Her voice broke the serene silence between them. It had been a while and she liked staying in his company even if he was insufferable sometimes, but she seriously had to revise some of her notes.
"I'll see you tomorrow then. I'll come by your place at eight for breakfast and you better be there." She giggled at his demanding tone. Heavens forbid he missed his chance to eat her cooking.
"Alright." With a wave of her hand she headed back to her dormitory.
She hummed in content. She hadn't even realized but she had missed his presence, his voice, his teasing. It brought a warm feeling to her chest to reunite with him after two weeks of no contact. Such an odd feeling. Maybe she should drop by Blossom on her way back to elevate the warmth. Talking with her loved ones had always brought her happiness.
It was two weeks later, when her summer break had already started and she still hadn't found anyone that would want to join her on her classes. She was running out of time, but one evening when she was hanging out with Boomer and their friends he had offhandedly mentioned her something about Butch that caught her interest.
That just might be the leverage she needed to convince him to come to the art classes with her.
She spent the next day planning a way to corner him. She went through different scenarios of ways she could talk to him, different places where she could possibly corner him.
She had laughed at herself when later on that same day she had ended up at the front of his apartment door without any plan in mind, only determination to finally win him over.
After their talk in the park she had started to have a bubbling suspicion that there was something different about their interaction. Heck, for the past month their interactions with each other had been way different than they had been at the start. She just had been too much of an air head to notice it earlier. And she had the gall to call herself the most empathetic one of her sisters. Then again she had always been a bit of an idiot when emotions towards her were involved.
Boomer and Butch shared an apartment. She was hoping for the brunette to answer the door, Boomer instead greeted her. Though thankfully he was home. Boomer told her that he's been working on something for the past few hours. From what his blonde brother had told her she had a suspicion on what he was working on. He let her inside. The blonde himself had to leave for band practice. He told her she could make herself at home and hastily grabbing his guitar left the apartment.
It wasn't her first time here, in fact she had come here plenty of times to even know where they kept the spoons.
She quietly made her way towards the door which she knew to be Butch's room. Part of her debated if she should sneak in and surprise him. She discarded that idea finding it way too intruding for her tastes. It really was something that he would do. Hell, who was she kidding, he had done that to her plenty of times. The brute was rubbing off on her if she had to debate her way of entrance now.
She went with the traditional way - knocking on his door. When she heard a grunt in response she took that as her cue to enter.
The room looked just like she last remembered it. His bed and rumpled sheets on the left, the TV, console and his dresser on the right and in front of her the table with his computer. And he was messy as always. He was currently occupying the chair in front the table, playing online games from what she could see . She frowned at that. Either Boomer lied to her or he was hiding something from her. He definitely heard her enter the apartment.
Deciding to make her presence known she harrumphed loud enough from him to briefly shift his eyes away from the screen. "Well?"
"Well what?"
Bubbles scoffed, his bored tone aggravating her, and trotted up to his computer only to turn off the screen. That earned her a loud 'hey' and a glare. "Don't play stupid. I know what you have been doing behind my back." She smirked, crossing her arms across her chest.
A brief glint of understanding passed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it. "What are you even talking about?"
She sighed, taking a seat at the edge of his bed. If he wanted to do this the hard way then so be it. She won't be gentle. Not this time.
"You will come with me to the art classes and that's final."
Butch groaned, running a hand down his face in exasperation. "Bubbles, I already told you that I don't want to attend any classes."
"Okay." He looked a bit taken back at how easily she agreed with him. "But at least show me what you have been drawing."
He immediately went red in the face at that. There she had said it. His flushed face did prove to be amusing to her. She had never seen him blush so hardly. She could feel her pride swell, knowing that she had made him beet red. This was a power she never thought she would have over him. The guy hardly ever got embarrassed.
Now she absolutely had to know what he had been drawing.
Butch had been deathly silent for the past five minutes, contemplating his options. He had turned away from her, fidgeting in his seat.
Bubbles knew that she might have come on a bit too strong, so she let him have his time. She silently watched him, drawing huge amusement from his uneasiness. When had she become so evil as to enjoy someones discomfort? Well, when that someone was Butch, the guy who changed girlfriends more often than he changes his socks, the guy who could do the most asinine things without batting an eyelash, obviously she was going to revel in the moment when she could actually catch him all flustered.
Damn. Maybe he was rubbing off on her more than she would like to admit.
"Alright, alright. You got me." He waved his hands in defeat and slumped back in his chair. Even though he was still a bit pink in the face his ever persistent smirk had made it back in his features. "You are way more influential than you know."
She dropped her though act, relaxing a bit more. Who would have known that she had managed to affect him just as much as he her. She smiled gingerly after that realization.
She might have a though time admitting it to herself, but somewhere along the way during their friendship she had started to like him more than a friend. It one day hit her like a lighting bolt that she might harbor deeper feelings for her dark haired friend. What before she had thought to be mindless teasing in their conversations had actually been flirting. She had been so embarrassed when Robin had spelled out that fact for her.
Bubbles leaned forward, her hands clamping the edge of the bed. "Will you show me?" After his prolonged silence she added, "Please?"
He was clearly weighing out the options in his head. His gaze wavering between looking at the computer and the door.
Part of her was afraid that he might tell her to 'piss off' as he would kindly put it. The other part was hoping that whatever it was that it had to be mind blowing. She really, really wanted for it to be the latter.
After a minute he sighed. "Alright, I'll show you..." It felt like he wanted to add something more to the sentence, but cut himself off. She could see the nervousness in his eyes. Still she was happy with glee that he agreed to show her. Whatever it is it couldn't be that bad and he's probably embarrassed because it wasn't his niche.
He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a drawing pad. She was ecstatic to see that he was serious enough about it to even buy supplies. He handed it to her, looking away from her eyes.
Now that she had it in her hands she was almost afraid to open it. Ah, what the heck. Her curiosity is stronger anyway. She flipped the binder open and held her breath. She hadn't known what to expect, but cutesy animals covered in blood wasn't it. Actually those animal doodles looked a lot like her own, except more harsher around the edges and obviously had blood and weapons on them. He was copying her style and adding a twist of his own to it, she concluded.
How amusing.
She kept flipping through, noting how all over the place his style was. She could very well see with her expert eye that he was still learning and deliberately avoiding drawing specific things that caused him problems. Still she was impressed. This was a lot better than she had expected.
The whole time she was going through his sketch pad he had been quiet, observing her, gauging her reactions to what she saw. When she was nearing the more recent ones he snapped out of his stupor to take a seat beside her and finally explain himself.
He told her how he had been doodling things all through high school, classes were boring and drawing meaningless things on the side of his notes were a great pastime. When they became friends she had dragged him into drawing more. He really didn't want to admit it, but mindless drawing was a great stress release. Doing something so simple and effortless was a great change from his constant rough housing.
Bubbles didn't really know how to respond to all that, so she nodded to everything he said and kept flipping through the pad, admiring his improvement. Once she reached a specific place in the pad, Butch stopped her. It looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't decide what exactly to say. Instead he just released the hold on her hand and indicated for her to continue.
This little action of his scared her. Was she about to see something she wished she hadn't seen? She could never know with him. Though the seriousness of the atmosphere told her that it couldn't be anything like that.
Her breath got stuck in her throat once she flipped a page.
It was a picture of her...well somewhat. It was deeply stylized and wasn't finished, but she could clearly see her own features on the drawing. She gingerly ran a finger down the side of the drawing. It was incredible. The amount of detail. The precision. He really did try his hardest on this.
But why? Why draw her?
She didn't think she was anyone special. Sure people have told her that she was pretty, but never 'I want to draw your portrait' pretty. This really spoke volumes.
She ripped her gaze away from the drawing to look Butch right in the eye. He was staring at her, a lost look on his face. She really didn't know what to say to him. This whole thing was just such an unexpected reveal of events that she didn't even know what to think about the man anymore.
He always had come across as someone who would scoff at anything girly or artistic, instead finding pleasure in swinging his fists around. After all she had seen his vigor many times in the ring. He was vicious, rough and relentless. But now...now she was seeing him in a completely different light.
Ah, to hell with it.
She knew what she wanted and the fact that she had managed to affect him, catch his attention only strengthened that want.
She kissed him. Long and passionate, to convey her feelings. He understood actions better than words after all.
It took him a few seconds to recover from the shock and respond to her rows of kisses. She knew that he liked this turn of events when he was smiling all through their kisses. He brought his hand up to angle her face and kissed her deeper.
She had butterflies in her stomach, she could feel herself heating up. She hadn't realized, but she was nervous and had held her breath. She broke them up to breathe. Suddenly she was very, very self-conscious. All her bravado from before had died down.
Butch was looking at her with such intensity that she cold almost feel the emotions he was feeling.
She didn't know if she should be thankful or scared when he took the drawing pad from her, dropped it on the floor only to make her lie back on the bed and pepper her with butterfly kisses all over her face. Once he reached her lips he took advantage of her parted lips to give her an open mouthed kiss. She could feel his hands running up her sides, stopping at the undersides of her breasts. She sighed, closing her eyes.
Butch broke them apart. "You know, you can touch me too." Her eyes shot open at his teasing voice. This also made her belatedly realize that indeed her hands had been laying dormant at her sides this whole time. She giggled at his need to be touched. Despite her cheery demeanor now the tumbling feeling in her stomach did not want to settle. In the back of her mind she realized that they might be going way too fast with this.
She sat up, a small smile marrying her face and grabbed the edge of his sleeveless shirt, her hands slightly shaking. Butch understanding her intent lifted up his arms, helping her take the shirt off. Following his suggestion Bubbles touched him. She didn't want to admit, but she had wanted to touch his body, his scars ever since she first saw him training. It had been a perverted thought that she had dispelled immediately, but had been there nonetheless. She felt him shudder at her fingers running up his abdomen.
When she looked up she could see in his darkened eyes that he very much would like to ravish her senseless. Such raw want. It scared and excited her at the same time to know that someone wanted her so much.
He kissed her again, this time letting the kisses trail down to her collar. Bubbles led her hands up to the nape of his neck letting them travel further into his hair. His right hand found the zipper of her pastel blue dress and tugged it down. He then proceeded to slip off the straps of her dress.
Now in the back of her mind definite alarm bells were ringing. They should talk this out first. At least in her mind for a perfect relationship. She needs a verbal confirmation of his feelings, she's not like him. Damn her physical attraction. She want to be sure that she isn't making a mistake.
Before he could fully tug down her top half of the dress he suddenly stopped as if he had been doused in cold water.
"Bubbles?" His quiet, raspy voice snapped her out of her daze.
"Yes?"
"You're tense." A statement she hadn't realized herself. While indeed she had been all smiles and giggles it just was her cover up mechanism of how really nervous she was. Most people just thought that to be her straight forward nature. She knew that that wasn't true. She was straight forward only when she was oblivious. That wasn't the case here. She initiated this, but she wasn't prepared for it.
She's such a fool.
Feeling self conscious she crossed her arms over her chest, looking away from his searching gaze. "I'm sorry."
Butch righted back the straps of her dress, gently caressing her shoulder. "Don't be. It's my fault anyway." He got out her personal space, letting her sit back at the edge of the bed.
A minute of almost painful awkwardness ensued. He had retreated back to the chair while she dumbly stared at him, not knowing what to say next. Scratch that she knew what she wanted to ask, but her nerves had paralyzed her. Why had it be so hard to express herself to a person she likes? She never had such a problem around him before. Now that she had crossed the threshold of a friend things just felt awkward as hell.
"I'll go, but with one condition." Butch had broken the silence, leaving Bubbles totally confused with his statement. "You accompany me to my training."
Shocked she connected the dots. He meant her art classes, but in exchange she will have to join him on his kickboxing sessions. She didn't really know if she should classify that as a win or not.
A coy smirk spread across his face. "You didn't think that I would accept the offer without anything in return, did you?"
Bubbles frowned. Damn that bastard. "Alright. I accept your offer." She allowed him to marvel in victory for a while. "But first, you're going to take me out on a date and we're going to talk about feelings." Her frown got replaced with a coy smile of her own.
The horrified expression he made after that made her laugh uncontrollably. She said it like a teasing joke, but, really, she meant it.
"That's just cheesy."
"I mean it." This time she said it with more seriousness lacing her voice. "I really like you and I would like for this to work." She blushed like a tomato. Being so painfully honest had always made her feel uncomfortable, especially when she blurted something she should have thought over before hand.
°Unlike her Butch was a lot more composed than her. "I...uh..." Well, maybe his speech wasn't so composed. Had she managed to catch him off guard? He hadn't expected her to say it out loud probably. Surely he knew by now that she liked him. Was he uncomfortable expressing affection in words?
Yes.
She had found out that much during their friendship. She really had no qualms about taking the lead in that aspect and by golly she will do her best to warm him up to the idea as well.
Finally managing to gather back her courage she got up from the bed and sauntered in front of him. Feeling like she usually did around him, the small chit chat had helped a lot with her nerves. She gave him her 'no nonsense' look.
It obviously threw him for a loop. "Like, right now?"
She took his hand and jerked him up from his seat. "Yes. It's still early and before we do anything I want to make a few things clear."
"I never took you for the straight forward type." She could practically feel the smugness rolling off him in waves. "I guess I managed to affect you as well."
Bubbles huffed. She knew that it was true, having confirmed it moments ago herself, but there is no way she's going to admit it. "Whatever. Put your shirt on, so we can leave."
He was still smiling, like he was stuck in a personal joke, which he probably was, but did as she said nonetheless.
While he was searching for his shirt Bubbles fixed her dress and put away his drawing pad. She felt giddy, like she was living in an alternate universe. This really couldn't be happening. Usually Butch put up a bit more of a fight when she wanted to drag him somewhere. He never really confirmed verbally anything to her, but could it be that he wants this as much as she? A actual relationship that is.
"Alright, let's go." He had found his shirt and now had put his arm around her shoulders, guiding her out of his room with a grin.
Hmm...maybe he did. Bubbles responded with a grin of her own.
After this one shot I've realized that I can't really write anything unless I have something I want to convey. I'm not really like other people who write things just for writing I sometimes need some kind of idea I want to tell through a story.
So in this chapter I mostly tried to expand on Butch's character and show that we sometimes pick up habits from the people we hang around with. Good or bad, but they still manage to influence us. I was also trying to challenge myself and go further with the lime, but I simply couldn't. Means that I'm not really ready for that yet, but I'll try to work up to it. Hopefully this wasn't rushed or anything. I practically wrote everything up to that in one sitting, after that I kept getting held up. Mostly it's because I had finals myself, but partially also because I was stalling.
Anyway, you're free to suggest which pair you would like to see next. Preferably a one I haven't done yet. I personally was thinking about a traditional pair and a pairing around Buttercup, since I haven't written her yet. Then I realized that I would have to write the Greens and I don't want to write Butch three times in a row. In the end I settled onto Brick and Buttercup. Brick is by far the hardest character for me to write, but I want to try it.
Thank you for reading.