Summer Vacation - Death Do Us Part

Buttercup

A month has passed since that night. It bleeds through my mind non-stop. Butch hasn't talked to me or come over. I heard Bubbles say that they bumped into each other at Starbucks the other day. He was sitting with his brothers. It was sort of strange not talking to him on the computer either.. I mean, like we used to. I even checked the poetry site… But there was nothing new to be seen. My breakdown must have been too much for him to handle. I wouldn't want to talk to me too. I'm definitely not over Mitch now that he's dead. I think about him every day. But honestly, I think about Butch more…

I began to stare at the black rose I received for Valentine's Day earlier this year. Blossom walked in alongside with Bubbles. Both of them sat next to both sides of me on my bed.

"Everything is going to be alright." Blossom assured me.

"I think something good will happen to you soon." Bubbles said. I shook my head.

"Like what? What could possibly happen to me that is of good? I ruin every chance of goodness I get. It ends up that it's not right for me or that I'm not right for it!"

"Well, school is coming up next week. Maybe you could get a boyfriend..." Blossom suggested as she got up from beside me. I noticed her wardrobe. She was wearing a sparkly red dress that was strapless, red lipstick and her hair was in a bun that was meant for formal wear. Not to mention the four inch black heels she's strutting in. Where the hell is she going?

"Where are you going?" I interrogated. She laughed nervously.

"Nowhere…" She stared downwards not to make eye contact with me.

"She's going on a date…" Bubbles whispered to me. Blossom blushed.

"Yeah, she's certainly overdone her make-up alright. Who's the poor sucker?"

"Haha.. See, the funny thing is… When we saw the boys at Starbucks the other day, Brick had-"

"Say no more…" I grumbled and turned to face my wall on my bed. "Have fun."

Blossom click clacked her way back to my bed.

"Listen, Buttercup… I never really realized it before, but these guys are something special. Honestly, if I fall in love with Brick, then we'd know that we were all destined for each other. Bubbles is happily with Boomer-"

"And your point iiiiis?" I cut her off.

"My point is… Butch already confessed his love for you. And if we were all destined to be with one another, then he'll come around for you. Don't worry about Mitch. And don't worry about Butch for right now. Like I said, school is coming up soon… And don't hesitate to just make the most of it."

"I don't need advice. I didn't ask for it."

"It wasn't advice, it was just something to think about." She said walking out of the room. She waved to Bubbles who was still in my room sitting on my bed.

"Are you here to give me a lecture?"

"Do you remember when we first came here and I gave Butch your number and you were angry?"

"Yeah… Why?"

"Would you be angry if I asked him to come over here and spend some time with you?"

"BUBBLES! I OUTTA-"

"It was just a question!" she squeaked.

"So you didn't ask him to come over?"

DING DONG

"Weeeell…"

"That better be Brick…" I growled. I got off of my bed and ran downstairs to the living room to find Brick and Blossom standing there and greeting each other with smiles and laughter. How I missed that with Butch. Bubbles walked quietly behind, her arms wrapped around her back.

"Hello Buttercup! How are things going?" Brick asked.

"Hello Ron Weasley! Are you and Ginny going to get supper? Have a jolly good time for me!" I said sarcastically. Brick and Blossom had a look of disgust on their faces. I walked to the kitchen. "Fucking gingers.."

"You could say that again…" a voice said at the table. I turned to see Butch sitting there with his hands all up in my wheat thins.

"Hey you bastard! Get out of my wheat thins!" I ran and grabbed the box out of his hands. A scowl was visible on my face. Bubbles walked in the kitchen.

"Boomer is coming over to visit me. When he comes, he's coming upstairs to my room for a bit. You two need to work some things out." She said. We just stared at her. After a couple of seconds, she awkwardly walked upstairs to wait for the arrival of her most cherished boyfriend.

"So, you use any knives lately?"

"Why are you being such an asshole to me? You told me that you loved me and that you'll be there for me. Where the hell were you when I needed you this past month?"

"You don't need me. You need Mitch. Too bad he's DEAD!"

"ALRIGHT… I GET IT! I'M SORRY, DAMMIT!"

"Sorry can't cut it… And neither can the knife.."

"You're jokes are getting old, Butch. Act like an adult. Can we act mature for once?"

"I am being mature. Compared to you wanting to kill yourself. Do you call that mature?" he yelled. He grabbed a box out of his leather jacket and brought out a lighter and a cigarette.

"Don't you light up that cigarette! Don't you put that shit in my house!" He put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. "You DICK!"

"What? Tobacco only has more than four-hundred toxic chemicals and give you lung cancer! It can kill a bitch, but hey! WHY NOT?"

"You are acting like a five year old!"

"No, no… I killed other people when I was five. Now I'm killing myself." He smirked.

"UGH! YOU ARE DRIVING ME INSANE!"

"Look who's talking." He puffed out some smoke. I watched the smoke disappear as it raised.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked calmly.

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong." He said flicking ash into an ashtray he just pulled out of his pocket.

"Nothing is wrong? You're smoking in my house, hurting my feelings, and acting like you don't care when in reality, you give fifty times more shit about things involving me than my own sisters do."

"Why haven't you noticed that before? Why did it take me to have to tell you that I wanted to make you happy? Why did I have to face rejection from you because somebody couldn't handle life? Hmm? I don't think I deserved that."

"No.. You didn't…" I looked away from him. He sighed.

"Look, I haven't talked to you this past month so I can get my shit straight. You know that I love you… And you know that I always will… You know I'd do everything in my will to make you happy and to see you smile…" he said putting out his cigarette and walking towards me. He put both hands on my face and smiled. I leaned in for a kiss, but he backed away. "But you're a selfish bitch… And I don't give in so easily." He let go of my head and leaned against the counter. I looked at the floor a little disappointed and a little embarrassed. Just before he could say anything else, Boomer walked in the front door and looks at us with a smile.

"Hi guys! Are you guys a happy couple yet?" he asked innocently. Bubbles came downstairs and dragged him back upstairs to her room. After we heard the door closed, Butch and I looked at each other for a minute. It wasn't hateful glares or anything brutal. It was as if we were having a conversation through our eyes. That is… until I couldn't take the silence anymore.

"I know you know I'm not over Mitch… And it's because he was my first… But do you think it's possible if you could be my second?" He raised a brow and crossed his arms. I closed my eyes and began to tear up. "And maybe my last?" I opened my eyes and one tear fell from my left. He stared at me, his eyes growing worried, but didn't come to my rescue.

"I want to help you, Buttercup. I really do. But what can I do?"

"Am I that unforgivable?"

"If you're playing mind games with me, it's not working."

"Can't you see? I'm right in front of you! Does it look like I'm playing mind games? Does it look like I'm trying to trick you into loving me? No! Please, Butch! Can we at least be friends? I fucking miss you! And if it wasn't Mitch always on my mind, it definitely was you…" I choked, my face now covered in tears. I began wiping them off with my green sweater when all of a sudden I felt hands grab me around my waist and a chin on top of my head and lips pecking my hair.

"I don't want to see you cry ever again. I especially don't want to be the reason for them either," he said looking me in the eyes. I sniffled and nodded. He hugged me again and held me tight. "Why don't we go to your room for a bit. Is that okay?" I nodded again under his gentle touch. He then scooped me up and began walking upstairs to my room. He set me on my bed and tucked me in under the covers.

"You aren't leaving, are you?" I asked him as he took off his leather jacket and sat down on my bed next to me.

"Not right now. I'll wait until you fall asleep."

"Are we going to keep on talking?"

"How about we talk tomorrow?"

"You're putting me to bed at like seven in the evening. Why can't we talk now?"

"Because I think we both need the rest after our little outburst."

"It's normal. One day we don't look at each other, the next we're practically best friends. It's what we do."

"I don't want to do that anymore. I want you to be happy."

"I am happy… I'm happy as long as I'm with you…" I said. He laid down next to me on top of my covers and cuddled with me. I felt so warm… So happy… So… Soo right..

"I can't be with you." He said rubbing my back. I looked up at him in shock.

"What?"

"I think we need to just be friends first. You see, we barely know each other. How about we get our schedules at school settled, battle whatever it is in Kahokiville that needs to be battled, maybe go on a couple dates and see where this goes?"

"Butch, we know everything there is to know about each other. We are practically the same person! Your favorite sport is soccer, your favorite color is neon green because it's like a party color, you love to dance, you love to eat, you love tacos…"

"Sandwich?"

"Turkey and bacon on wheat."

"Pasta?"

"Macaroni and cheese with pepper and a dash of garlic."

"Song?"

"What A Shame – Shinedown"

"Band?"

"Linkin Park… Only their original stuff cuz the new stuff is shit."

"What did you do? Look in encyclopedia of Butch?"

"I like the same shit that you do. Except the song… My favorite song is-"

"You don't have one because there are too many songs that you relate to. And you're favorite show is Hey Arnold! because you like angry people because you are an angry person yourself and you like the fact that she takes it out on her crush Arnold who she's loved since she was three. You also love the scent of peppermint, but who doesn't?"

"Right… See, we do know a lot about each other."

"But do you know how I think of you?" I looked at him for a second. I looked in his eyes searching for an answer. But I could find none. I shook my head in response. "You know every bit and piece of information about me, but you don't know how I feel about you?"

"I could say the same about you." I replied. He smirked.

"Well what is it that you like about me so much then?" he asked sarcastically. I smirked.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

D: Bad ending right? Bahh! Sorry about the long wait again! I don't know what has come over me these past few weeks with this busy schedule of mine. But the last time I updated this story was in late January! Good LARD! lol. Well, I hope it was decent... Not exactly what I planned out for this story, but it works with the next chapter. I think I promised the other story to have another chapter, but I rather have done this story since it's been like FOREVER! Hope you enjoy arguements and cliff hangers! What do you think will happen next? :3