Buttercup's POV

I moved the covers from over the bulk...

"You've got to be kiddin me?" I was already pissed off but this bastard has the nerve to be sleeping in my bed.

"Hey." He just waved and laid back down.

"DON'T ACT ALL COOL ABOUT THIS? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED! AND AFTER THE STUNT YOU PULLED! WAIT! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET INTO MY ROOM? WE'RE ON THE 6th FLOOR!" I had my hands on my hips, seriously pissed, I couldn't stand how cool and calm he was acting, normally any other boy would shrink in fear.

"Well, aren't you full of questions, while I have some of my own." He yawned again. He was holding an envelope in his hand.

I gasped and snatched it away, "You've got no business reading these."

"Seems like you've got a serious secret admirer."

"Just fan mail, nothing important- hey...damn it, wait a minute...I don't have to answer to you! Not until you tell me-"

"Yeah yeah, how dare I...blah blah blah." He said nonchalantly.

My eyes widened, and I slapped myself on the forehead, "Of course, the stain on my shoulder where you touch me before leaving. That was another one of your painting copies." I can't believe I forgot all about his damn ability, it's what made our little one on one battles for three years so damn difficult...and all of his damn flirting during the fights.

"You're getting just as good as Boomer and Belle. Yeah, but I was starting to lose control and it was falling apart. I spray painted some stairs up to your room, you really should lock your window." He pointed out the window, I walked over and looked, the stairs were just starting to dissolve.

"You're unbelievable. I can't believe you did all this." I sighed.

He gave me this glare as he pulled out another small envelope, "My, my, someone sure does love you."

"It's not what you think-"

"Just makes me wonder that's all, you're keeping these and all. Wanting us to be a secret..."

"Geez just listen to me...look, "I pulled out one of the notes that he gave me from before. "You should just kill yourself, you'll never change" and then I pulled out one of the secret admirers' letters.

Butch's jaw dropped, "Its the same handwriting."

"That's right...I noticed it with the Y from the note at the Murder Mystery movie night. It has to be the same person. At least now I know it's someone from my school...and that's a start."

"Brilliant...and I thought you were just a nice pair of legs. " He groped my thigh but I instantly slapped it away, standing up with my hands on my hips.

"You've got some nerve...after the stunt you pulled! And Here I was worrying that you might fall off the sober wagon, I was trying to think of an excuse to go after you and miss one of my dad's wrestling matches." I was breathing heavily, but he didn't say a thing, he just kept looking at me strangely, "Get out."

"I don't wanna."His green eyes flashed and he just suddenly shot up and grabbed me around the wrist and it was so tight...I was surprised that he was that strong, I winced as he pulled me closer to him, "You are such a turn on when you're pissed, you're just so frustrating, it's driving me crazy right now. You missed your dad's wrestling matches for me."

"Get your hands off. I mean it, stop," I was pulled right onto my bed, sitting on his lap, he wrapped his arms around my waist tightly, not letting to, "I'm serious, stupid."

He kissed me on the neck and cheeks several times, "Now, stop fighting, it's making me impatient. I'm not gonna do anything...much. You're just so warm and smell so nice."

"And you're insane... I'm still mad at you, fighting with my dad like that. I know he's not sending the notes."

"Oh sure, siding with the old timer, just like a Daddy's girl," His grip tightened around my stomach, and I felt another warm kiss on the cheek, "You were never gonna ask so I had to...and I half believe him."

"Half?"

"Maybe him and Danny Douche Bag are teaming up with each other."

"You're full of it, ya know. My dad wouldn't do that. You heard him, he was going to tell you right to his face last week. I don't get you...not one bit. You live with four brothers and a cousin, all who are rough and fighting all the time...well except Beast, you pretty much drag him into it; but you're calm about everything else but when it comes to me, you get so possessive-"

All of a sudden, I was pushed, lying on the bed and he was on top of me, looking down at me with that cool green gaze, and he pinned me down by the wrists.

"Because you're mine, Got it? I'm not gonna let you go. We were made for each other, we're opposites that complete each other. And you better remember that." He had this scary look on his face.

"What the hell?" I was shock, he had this crazed look in his eyes.

He just started laughing, "So adorable...I got you good. Blitz is right, this is kinda fun. Your reaction was priceless. That's odd..." He got off and sat beside me, letting me sit up.

"What is it this time?" I groaned impatiently

"You're less flat chested than I thought." He pointed at my chest and I just smacked him in the back of the head.

"Damn Perv." I crossed my arms around my chest, "Time for you to leave...and not your copy, I mean you."

"We'll actually, I was hoping..."He laid on his side and patted on the bed, "Ya know...that I spend the night."

"Hell...no." I crossed my arms, embarrassed that he would even ask that.

I stood up. Butch was still talking about what happened last week. That bastard was helping me with my math, but I ended up sleeping on his bed. I mean nothing happened, just the two of us...cuddling (which made me sick to my stomach...a little)...not on purpose...it was just super embarrassing.

He frowned, "Oh c'mon, stop being so frustrating and come here. Don't I deserve something. Three weeks sober and all...do you know what I would give just for a little taste...until I see you...now I'm starving for your attention."

"Cheesy."

"Give me some damn slack...I've been sober...Please, you wouldn't want me to leave and walk past the liquor store again."

"Butch, "I sat back down beside him, "Why do you drink? I mean...what caused you to start drinking."

That question must've surprised him, his half smile turned back into a frown.

"I think I started when I was 14. Mom just gave us beer to drink one time instead of food...at first it tasted horrible; but one time...something bad happened...I think it was a turf war gone bad, my power got out of control and Boomer was hurt really bad. It was really bad...he was throwing up blood and just turned pale. I felt so guilty, I opened the fridge and there was the beer. I remember just chuggin' them down...it numb my brain...I couldn't feel anything...I couldn't remember why I was sad, my guilt...I couldn't even hear Boomer throwing up...it was a wonderful feeling. It was like nothing weighed me down, upset me, or stressed me out. Sometimes...when I get too upset, I just can't resist the urge...just anything so I wouldn't have to feel the pain. I know sometimes I seem like I'm just playing around...but I try so hard to hide it...but deep down, I feel vulnerable...I know I'm not emotionally strong sometimes...and it's embarrassing...It's stupid how easily I can fall apart. "Butch wiped away a tear.

I...I was shocked...Butch was actually serious...it made my heart sank to my stomach. I...I didn't know, I've never knew. He would always act so cold, reserved, or just tough, just nothing affects him...I really had no idea.

Now that he told me, I've noticed it. He does hide his feelings...in front of the other girls and probably even his brothers, I've only caught a glimpse of it when we argued...Butch can become emotionally unstable...and I had no idea. He tries to act so cool...but inside...

"Oh well time to go. " Butch just sniffed and sighed, he got up and headed towards the window. He just jumped out before I could say anything.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" I yelled, looking out the window, but that lunatic just poked his head right back, scaring the crap out of me. I fell back onto the bed.

"Didn't want me to leave?" He gave me a half smile, " I just realized that I don't have any more paint, I would just walk out of the door but my place is probably locked already because of curfew."

I face palm my forehead, that's right. The house automatically locks up at 8pm to keep the boys in or anyone else out. It's programmed to let me and my friends out, but we can't go in and only the Professor and Ken can override it.

"Great. Well, you're sleeping on the floor." I went out of my room, grabbing some extra pillows and blankets, made a bed on the floor for him. I didn't know what to say to him, I didn't know how to act. I felt like he really let me in, showing me a different side that hardly anyone knows. " I'll just lock the door, Sam tends to come into my room when she sleeps over...or worse, holds in my closet. Oh...I did grab some of Dave's old pajamas."

He was laying on my bed...

"Ah what are you doing?" I looked back at him.

"I don't sleep on floors." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. There he was again, the cold hearted, playful Butch again.

"Oh you will tonight."

He just stretched his body and patted right on the bed, "C'mon...remember last time. You're so warm and soft, It was really one of the best night's sleep I ever had."

I blushed and pouted, "That was an accident. Get on the floor...and stop being gross. "I ordered.

Butch just pouted, he got up and sat on the blankets, "Ya know...I'll just climb back into the bed when you're asleep...so...it doesn't matter."

I sighed, giving in, I don't want to push him that hard, "I can't believe this...fine. Any funny busy and you're going out the window."

"That's my Tiger, fierce on the outside but still a fluffy cute kitten." He jumped back up and on the bed.

"With my own set of claws." I growled as I laid down next to him, "Remember, no funny business...alright Butch?...Butch?"

I turned to him when he didn't respond, he was fast asleep. I shouldn't be surprised, making those stairs and painting clone had to be tiring on him. Plus the exhausting day he had before...I rubbed his cheek...I really do care for him...he's not all that bad and he is trying his best.

I'll find out who's sending these notes.

Here it comes, next chapter...