Bubble's opens her eyes and sits up slowly, examining the unfamiliar room she is surrounded by.

Ther's a big dark blue mirror hanging on one of the walls, beside it ther is a mahagony dresser, then a door to, what she assumed was, a closet. Farther on the other side of the room there are art books, and painting utensils, along with an axel of course. Continueing the bed that she's laying on is covered in a light blue sheet, the pillows are various shades of blue, then a navy blue comforter lays accross her legs.

Her eyes shoot up when she hears the door open, her eyes are met with the smiling face of Boomer, causing her face to flush a deep red.

"B-Boomer, where am I?" She asks, examining his outfit. A dark Blue T-shirt and a pair of black jeans.

He smiles. "Well, you and your sisters all fell asleep, and none of us knew where you lived. But we didn't want to wake you up because you looked so peaceful. So we just brought you back here."

Bubbles looks around again, then back to Boomer. "Okay. . .But where exactly is this 'here' you speak of?"

Boomer laughs. "Our house. Our dad is away, and will be for a while. He's almost never home. So we just brought you home with us."

Bubbles smiles. Thankful that the boys haden't tried to find their house, afraid that seeing her parents would frighten them off, or repulse them. "Oh. . .Wait! I have to get ready for school and I'm still covered in purple and-"

Boomer suts her off by putting his finger against her lips. Then he laughs. "Why don't we skip school today? You can take a shower in my bathroom, and you can wear one of my T-shirts, and I'll try to find you some pants kay?"

Bubbles looks down, her face redder than it should be humanly possible. "I-I don't know. . .What if you can't find any pants?"

He rubs his hand on her back. "Don't worry, I'm sure I can find some, and we can wash your clothes downstairs and you can put them back on when they're clean." He smiles, then nods to a door opposite the bed. "There's the bathroom, I'll bring some clothes in a few minutes."

She nods, still blushing, and walks off towards the bathroom. Before she closes the door she looks back to Boomer. "Thanks." She says. "For eveything." She then closes the door before he has a chance to respond.

Buttercup and Butch had been talking for a while, she woke up earlier, and had already takn a shower. She feels warm in the clothes he let her wear, a soft dark green sweater and a pair of baggy ball shorts that would'v been short to him, but are actually kinda long on her.

"So." He says smiling. "When do I ge to spend the night over at your place? Soon I hope." He laughs and leans back on his dark green comforter.

She looks down and shakes her head slowly. "I-uh, don't think that would be the best idea Butch, sorry."

Butch sees her face and sits up instantly. He was never good with dealing with emotions, but something about Buttercup made him protective. He puts his hand on her back and starts rubbing it in small circles.

She looks up at him questioningly. "B-Butch, what do you think you're doing?" She says, grabbing his arm and pushing it away from her body.

He blushes. "I-I uh, I well. EH!" He sighs frustrated. "why is it so hard to speak with you?" He looks up at her hurt expression and instantly knows he messed up his words yet again.

He looks around the room, hoping that the answer will fall from the sky, when nothing magicaly apears he turns back to Buttercup, the moment his eyes meet hers, he knows what he's going to do.

He reaches his arm out and snakes it around her neck, causing her to blush. Then he slowly starts to move their heads closer together, to wich she doesn't protest. Within seconds they're in a full blown make-out session.

When they pull back both of their faces are burning with the blood that rushed to their cheeks.

"W-what was that for?" Buttercup asks looking down at Butch's dark green carpeted flooring.

Butch looks down as well. "Was it bad?" He asks, worried that may be the reason Buttercup won't look him in the eyes.

Her head shoots up. "No, I mean, well, I don't, I wouldn't know." She says, then she looks down again. "That was the first time it's ever happened."

Butch looks up at her. "Buttercup, I haven't known you for very long, barely two days really, but I really like you. Would you, consider going on a date with me?"

Her eyes widen at his sudden request for a date, no boy has ever asked her out before, and even more she had never heard of Butch Jojo dating a girl.

She closes her eyes, then opens them and smirks. "Sure." She says. "But, I get to pick where we go."

He smiles. "And where would you like to go then?" he asks, knowing that she'll pck somwhere fun.

"Skating."

Scratch that. Not fun, not fun at all. Butch doesn't know how to skate, he never wanted to learn.

"Eh. . ." He looks down. "I don't know how to skate, actually. . ." He says, embarrased in 53 flavors.

She laughs and puta a hand on his shoulder. "That's fine, I don't know how to either, I was actually just hoping you could teach me how to. . .How about we go to a baseball game then?"

Butch smiles. "sounds fun." he says, taking a chance and reaching for her hand. He had never dated a girl before, he'd kissed and played, but never actually felt anything until now, with this girl he had just met a day or two ago.

Man. he thinks. Life's weird. . .

Blossom smiles at Brick. They had both woken up super early that morning and now her clother were dry, but instead of telling her and giving them back to her, Brick had decided to try them on,

"Don't you think pink is my color?" He says, smiling at Blossom and batting his eyes. Causing her to laugh.

Her laugh fills his ears, and makes his voice join hers, in an attempt to get closer to her by laughing over something. He had read once that if you can make a girl laugh, you'll have better chances with her. With that logic, he was good in with Blossom.

"I think it suits you almost as well as your red shirt suits me." She laughs, refering to the shirt he had let her borrow. A shirt that would've hugged his skin tightly, but fell losely around her slim body, Brick was never husky, just muscular and tall. It has long sleeves that seem to always fall down over her hands, no matter how many times she rolls them back up.

He smiles at her and walks towards the bathroom to change back, ready to give her clothes back.

Too bad. he thinks. She looks good in my shirt.

Prnicess growls when she notices that both Brick and Blossom are absent today, not a good sign for her relationship with Brick.

She pulls out her phone and starts to text Kathy, who is sitting directly beside her and could easily be whispered to.

Kathy agrees that these girls seem to need more of a lesson, and they start to formulate their next plan to put the girls back in their place.

The next day Blossom wakes up back in her own bed, she had walked home yesterday with her sisters and found their dad asleep on the couch, and their mother once again packing her suitcase.

Their mom packed often, but she never really left. No matter how much she hates her husband, she hate the thought of being alone even more. So she makes up sorry excuses to stay.

Blossom puts on a pink tanktop and a white skirt, then she slips on a pair of black mary janes and heads to the door to wait for her sisters.

Buttercup follows soon after, wearing a lime green T-shirt and a pair of jeans, with her lime green and white sneakers.

Next comes Bubbles, wearing a baby blue spagettie strap and a jean skirt with black lacy leggings, and high heeled boots.

Boomer looks in his mirror, wanting to look good and impress Bubbles, he's wearing a fancy Blue shirt with strait creased down the front for decoration, and a pair of tight jeans.

Butch is wearing the clothes that he had, yestersay, let Buttercup borrow wile her clothes were washed. They still smell like her, and he wanted to wear them.

Brick is, for an inside joke, wearing a shirt that was once white, but thatnks to Boomers washing skills is now a light shade of pink. Along with a pair of jeans and his regular tennis shoes.

The boys walk down the halls of the school, Boomer and Brick towards English, and Butch towards Algebra, Not wanting to waste any time.

Butch walks into algebra and sits down at the desk next to the one biside the window, placing his bag into that one to reserve it for Buttercup.

He hears the door open again, and looks up hoping to see Buttercup, but is instead greeted by the face of Katie Herralds. Who had had an obvious crush on him for years.

She smirks and walks over to Butch, her eyes drifting to his bag. "Oh, Butchie! You saved me a seat right beside you." She says reaching to move the bag.

His hand slams down on his bag, holding it in place. Then he growls."Not for you. And Katie, you'd better get out of my face after what you did yesterday, cause this time the fact that you're a girl won't save you from getting pounded."

Her eyes water before she frowns. "It's that Utonium girl! She's messed with your head! I had you Butch! YOu know I did! If it weren't for that little bit-"

She's stoped when Butch's hand flies into her cheek, slapping her across the face, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to hurt.

"Go. Now. And don't come bakc till class starts." He says, then he looks at her once more, his eyes filled with pure hatred. "Two more things, one, sit far away from me. Two, if you say anything, or do anything, to or about Buttercup, next time my hand won't be open. I'll flat out punch your lights out."

His cold voice scares Katie into leaving, but not before taking one more look at Butch's lovely face.

She'll pay. Katie thinks as she runs down the hall. She'll pay for taking my Butcie away from me!

(So? I didn't really get a lot of reviews, but I've decided to do all of them. This was the boys and girls mush, well at least some of it, and a preview of the boys contronting Prnicess, Katie and Kathy. Also, CONTEST TIME! Three quotes, the one who can tell me what all of them are from gets a preview of the next chapter before I ut it up! Here they are.

1-"I don't understand that reference"

2- "oh the thinks you can think"

3-"he snors, she weazes, say house work and he freezes."
Remember, they could be from movies, tv shows, plays, or songs :) good luck all! )