A/N: Everybody check out a fic I did for Harry Potter, its called "Dancing Away the Pain", it's basically narration for the dancing scene between Harry and Hermione in Deathly Hallows Part Two. I think it's cute, check it out!

(Link: .net/s/7173651/1/Dancing_Away_the_Pain)

I was reading It's Better to Have Loved and Lost by An Aspiring Author, who gave me a great idea—I want at least 15 reviews before I give you the next chapter! I know you guys can do it! And like her, I'm going to provide some questions at the end of the chapter for you to answer in the reviews. Just remember that your feedback gives me (a) ideas (b) room for improvement and (c) motivation to keep writing.

Enjoy!

Mitch was hanging out at home on his couch, still feeling excited after seeing Buttercup and watching YouTube on his iPod while the TV played some mindless MTV loudly in the background, when the doorbell rang, barely audible over the blasting television. Mitch lazily sat up to answer the door, dragging his feet across the floor as he went.

Whoever was standing outside of his door must have been unbelievable impatient, because the doorbell was ringing incessantly now. "I'm coming! Jesus," Mitch shouted as he unlocked the door, and was immediately sent flying into the wall. Butch had his hand around Mitch's throat and his face was turning red with anger.

"Of all the stupid girls in this entire city," he growled, and then shouted, "You had to choose the one who hates me."

Mitch, who was struggling to pry Butch's hands away from his throat, feebly gasped, "What?"

"Buttercup, you idiot! I'm talking about Buttercup!" Butch yelled into his face, and then pulling Mitch by his collar onto his feet, started stormily pacing back and forth. Mitch's face had come close to growing purple, and he sucked in huge amounts of air to refill his lungs.

"Wait," said Mitch when he'd recovered from the initial shock. The room was spinning and his head was throbbing, but he managed to let out a loud laugh. "That girl was Buttercup?"

"Yes, it was Buttercup! What other girl do you know that has super powers like that?"

"Oh, Seth and I walked away like three minutes after you went inside. We saw this girl who looked exactly like Megan Fox, and it's not like we could pass up an opportunity like that—"

"Do you think I really give a damn right now?" Butch exclaimed, and shoved Mitch back about three feet. "You've got to pick a new girl for the bet, Buttercup hardly even counts as a girl."

Mitch stood looking at Butch for a moment, and then a sly smile crept onto his face. "So are you admitting that you can't get just any girl you want?"

"Were you listening to me at all just now? Buttercup. Townsville. A Powerpuff Girl. Here. Hates me and my brothers. You have to call off the bet, or at least choose a new girl."

"And there you have it, Buttercup is a girl. So, by trying to get out of this one, you're admitting that you really can't get every girl."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are."

"I so can get every girl!" Butch continued to argue. Mitch just smiled.

"No, you can't."

"Yes, I can!"

"No, you can't."

"Yes, I can!"

"Can't."

"Can."

"Can't."

"Can."

"Can't."

"CA-!"

Before Butch could finish his comeback, Mitch interrupted calmly. "Listen, Butch, how about this. I'll change the bet—but, I won't change the girl. Because I know just how much Buttercup happens to hate you (and believe me, I know—she used to tell me all the time), instead of getting her to use the L word, all you need is a simple kiss. But, because of that generous offer, I'm shortening your time to three weeks, starting tomorrow."

"That's just as impossible—!" Butch started before Mitch shook his head.

"Shake on it or forfeit," Mitch said, holding out his hand for Butch to grab.

Butch assessed the situation. He couldn't give up the bet, obviously, but kissing Buttercup…? The thought nearly made him throw-up. Of course, technically, Buttercup had kissed him when they were still little kids, but that had been only to destroy. But this was much different; if Buttercup actually ended up liking him—he shuddered. It couldn't happen, could it?

Then again, he was Butch Jojo. He had charmed even the toughest eggs to crack, seen every type of girl—prep, Goth, sporty, hippie, scene, nerd, etc.—what made Buttercup so different from the rest, really? Other than the fact that she had super powers and a terrible past with Butch, obviously; but if Butch could just trick her, even if just for a little while, into thinking that he had changed, maybe, just maybe he could get that kiss…It would take endless time, which he didn't have, and endless effort, which he never had to use before, but Butch felt like if he could push just the right buttons, he would be able to walk around town flanked by two pink-haired freaks in under a month.

"Deal," Butch agreed, grasping Mitch's hand and shaking it vigorously.

"Good," Mitch said as his smile broadened, "because I invited her to the party tomorrow. You can start your work there."

"You wha-?"

"Annnnnnd adios!" Mitch said quickly, swinging the door open, shoving Butch out, and locking the door again all in one swift movement before he could get strangled again.

Blossom took a deep breath in and parked her car, closing her eyes for a moment and trying to figure out exactly why she'd decided to come back. She'd woken up that morning and made the decision to swallow her pride and learn how to surf—yesterday maybe she'd overreacted a bit. She would have gotten just as annoyed as he did if she had been in his situation. And as much as she hated letting Brick know he was right, she knew that his gloating would be worth it if she left knowing how to surf.

But, as she stepped out of her car & saw Brick sitting, two surfboards next to him like the previous day, on the sand, her confidence slowly started to fizzle out.

Just as she had known he would, the moment she was within a ten-feet range of him, Brick started to laugh. "Should I even bother saying 'I told you so'? Didn't I tell you that they all come back the next day?"

"Look, Brick, I'm..." It took Blossom a moment to utter out the word, "sorry...for not listening to instructions and storming off like that. And if you would, I was wondering if you'd continue to give me surfing lessons," she finished. Brick just stood up and smiled at her smugly. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"And you won't question anything I tell you to do?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Not unless you tell me to," Blossom responded, crossing her arms.

"And you won't give any suggestions or suggestions?"

"Not a one."

"Alright then, let's try this again. Grab your surfboard, bring it right down there, and lay down," Brick instructed, and Blossom obeyed without a word.

The rest of the lesson flew by easily—when it came down to it, all surfing was about was balance, focus, and remembering to not be afraid. Brick had Blossom practice on the sand first, having her focus on using the correct arm movements and then standing up and maintaining her balance while he rocked the board back and forth. After about thirty minutes of this, when Brick paid Blossom her first "compliment" by telling her that that was "alright for a beginner". Soon after that, they had been out in the water, and Blossom had ridden her first wave for about 10 seconds before wiping out and floating back to shore.

Brick surfed back to shore and walked onto the sand with ease, extending a hand to Blossom, who ignored it but didn't slap it away like she had in the bookstore. Brick chuckled as she got to her feet, smiling. "Alright. Not that bad. You're almost better than Amy after her first..."

Brick's voice trailed off as his smile faded and the color leaving his face, and he suddenly picked up his surfboard and began rushing up the sand, away from the water.

"Who's Amy?" Blossom asked. Although she could tell that she was surfing in dangerous waters with Brick by asking the question—clearly he hadn't meant to let that slip—her curiosity got the best of her.

Brick swung back around with a harsh glare on his face. "Forget I said anything."

"I was just curious-"

"Didn't I tell you not to ask questions? I said forget about it," Brick continued to stare at her menacingly, and then, after a short pause, muttered, "I have to go."

And with that, Brick shot up into the sky, leaving behind him a trail of red and a pink-eyed girl who planned on finding out exactly who this 'Amy' girl was, and why she seemed to be like Brick's only weakness.

Bubbles was in shock. She was shocked, and scared, and freaking out.

All she came her for was a nice drink. A nice cappuccino, with cinnamon and whipped cream. But instead, she was getting the surprise of her life.

Not 5 booths away, was Rebekah, who hadn't noticed Bubbles sitting too far away. She was wearing an outfit similar to the one she had donned yesterday—maybe her shorts seemed shorter though because of the situation, or maybe her red tank top seemed tighter because of what was happening.

But she wasn't alone. Oh, no. She was with a boy, and a very alarming boy indeed.

A boy with long, dark brown hair.

A boy with brown eyes to match.

To the average person, nothing would have been alarming about this boy.

But to Bubbles, he was very alarming indeed.

Because this boy was sitting close to Rebekah in their booth next to the window.

And as Bubbles watched, hidden behind a laminated menu and praying that what she thought would happen wouldn't, the boy leaned over, and, grinning, kissed Rebekah right on her lips.

REVIEW QUESTIONS:

Do you think Mitch's new bet was fair?

How do you think Blossom and Brick's surfing lesson went? Any ideas about who Amy might be?

Cliffhanger! What do you think Bubbles will do after seeing Rebekah cheating on Boomer?

How are you enjoying the story so far?

What story (Reds, Blues, Greens) is the most interesting? Who is your favorite character/couple?

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