Okay so thanks again for the reviews…my whole aim is to get as many as possible :). And no that doesn't mean you can review over and over just to make the number bigger (though thank you for offering…lol). BTW whoever thinks Butch is hotz, say so in your review! (I do).

I glared at the basketball hoop, which lay just above my bed (over my pillow). Why did he have to be so stubborn? I mean, how hard is it to save someone? I guess I should blame myself though, for actually believing he was a good person. I should have known this would happen, I mean he was born in a toilet and raised by a monkey! I should have been more careful, but no… Instead I had to put my faith in someone that had beaten me up my whole life, and hoped he told the truth. But instead, I just got broken.

Like I said…I just got broken. I wasn't fractured. Broken hearts can mend over time…I think. Can't they? I mean, if they didn't…everybody on Earth would be depressed. Besides, I'm strong. I get over things easy…

Don't I?

I sighed, sitting up. It had been three days since me and Butch had our little argument, and I doubted I'd seen that last of it. I mean Butch just can't LET IT GO. He's stubborn like that… And I admit, I could be a bit stubborn too (not as much as him though).

"Knock knock," I heard Bubbles say as she cracked open my door. "May I come in?"

"I suppose," I sighed, still a little angry.

She walked over my bed, and sat down across from me, holding out at least six different containers of green nail polish.

"I've decided to give you a manicure," she said smiling. "You need one, Miss 'I bite my nails'…"

I slowly pulled away my fingers from my mouth, a little embarrassed.

"You do know that's a really bad habit right?" she said.

"Yes, do I care? No," I said narrowing my eyes.

She rolled her eyes, "Well anyway, what are you upset about?"

"What are you talking about?" I said innocently (innocent? Yeah right).

She brought out a nail filer, and started doing my left hand, "You bite your nails when you get upset over something."

"I'm not upset," I lied, looking away.

"Look me in the eye and say that," she said pausing.

I looked at her, and opened my mouth…but nothing came out (I just couldn't lie to my sweet, innocent, blonde sister).

"That's what I thought," she said smirking slightly, while returning to the filing of my nails.

"It's nothing Bubs," I said angrily.

She took my right hand and started filing the nails on that one, "Oh come on, I'm good at keeping secrets!"

I sighed; she WAS good at keeping secrets.

"Alright fine…but you can't tell Blossom, whatever you do," I said. "Because if you tell her, all Hell will break loose."

She smiled, "Alright."

"I kind of liked this guy," I said.

She gasped, "OH MY GOSH REALLY?"

I leaned back a little as she went right in front of my face.

"Yeah…I DID," I said. "But he was a jerk the other day, so I have decided I am over with him…"

"You don't look like you are over him," Bubbles said. "I think you still like him."

I looked away, and she started painting my nails, "I AM over him…"

"Are you?" she said.

I looked at her, and she was staring right at me.

Bubbles could do things to you. She could just look at you, and make you feel better. Or she could eye you, and make you tell the truth. It wasn't a special power, it was just her personality…

"Well?" she said after a moment. "Are you over him?"

"N-no…" I said quietly, as a tear slowly made its way down my cheek.

She completely stopped painting my nails, and pulled me into a hug, "Oh Buttercup…you really do have feelings!"

I groaned, and she giggled, "It'll be okay. I promise. If he doesn't take you back, then he's not worth it…"

"He's not worth anything," I said. "He's the slime they scrape off of slugs…"

"Then why do you like him?" Bubbles asked.

"Because…I really have no idea," I said. "Maybe it's because he's hot, or maybe it's because he liked me for me…and not because of what I look like."

Bubbles smiled, "So he really isn't the slime they scrape of slugs huh?"

I frowned looking away again, "Oh he is…"

Then I looked out my window, "So why do I still like him?"

Bubbles finished painting my nails, "I don't know, but maybe he still likes you…"

I clenched my teeth together, "I don't care what he still likes…he's a piece of garbage!"

Bubbles sighed, "So who is he anyway?"

"Nobody," I said angrily. "Just go before I throw something at you…"

"You've knocked my teeth out before Buttercup, I can take you," she said grinning at me.

I glared at her, and she just stood up, "Come on…just tell me."

I looked away, "No."

She stood there for a moment, "Who do you hate the most out of everyone in the world?"

"Butch Jojo," I said. "Why?"

She grinned, "You like BUTCH?"

I frowned, "Wait…WHAT?"

"Right now you are mad at the person you still like, so it's got to be BUTCH!" Bubbles squealed.

I glared at her, "Fine. It's Butch. WHOOPIDEE DOO!"

She smiled, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Thanks," I muttered.

She gave me one last hug, "Supper will be ready in about an hour…"

"Got it," I said as she left.

I frowned, did I really still like Butch? Maybe that's why I feel sick to my stomach. I shook my head. NO. I didn't like him. I LOATHED HIM. And if he really wants me back, then he can apologize himself. It's HIS fault, not mine. I don't have to apologize, and he can't make me.

"YOU'VE GOT MAIL!"

I jumped in alarm to the extremely loud sound from my computer.

I looked to see it was from non other than…Butch.

Guess I should read it.