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~Butch's POV~

"You know, it might help if you actually listened to him for once. I mean, he may be a bit…" Adam trailed off as he tried to think of the right word to describe my older brother Brick.
"The only thing I'm coming up with here is uptight so, let's use that. He's uptight about this kind of stuff but that's only cause if he wasn't then nobody would be and let's face it, Brick is like your and Boomer's anchor. Without him, you guys would get yourselves in so much trouble it wouldn't even be funny." Adam states and I'm about to deny that before Adam interrupts me.
"Before you go on about how you're actually really responsible, think about it. Think about how much trouble you and Boomer would be in." I take a minute to really think about it and sigh.
"I'm going to take that sigh as a 'Damnit Adam, you're right.' type of sigh." Adam smirks and laughs. I groan in reply and he laughs harder.
"Whatever." I huff and he smiles.
"Hey, it's fine dude. I know how you feel." He laughs again and I groan and fall to the side.
"Oh really?" I ask in a complete and utter sarcastic, though slightly interested, voice.
"Dude, you're looking at one of the taggers, one of the reasons why Townsville has graffiti that's too good to cover up. I was such a big troublemaker, that I would've made you and your brothers look like angels." He chuckles at the memories.
"Wait, wait, wait. I thought you were, and are, the most responsible of your brothers!" I exclaim and he nods.
"Yep, I am, and I was. But, that doesn't mean I also wasn't the biggest troublemaker out of us too. My older brother was more of the 'player' type, my younger the 'sweet' kind and I was branded the 'silent bad boy.' I still am too." He laughs and shakes his head.
"So, yeah, I know how it feels to be branded a bad boy." Adam yawns and leans back on the bed.
"You and your brothers used to live here too you know. That's how we met." He murmurs sleepily.
"What?! Adam!" I try to wake Adam up but have no luck.
"Damnit." I huff unhappily and shake my head.
"Must have just been sleepy talk, cause I never lived in Townsville as far as I know..." I reason with myself. I huff and glance over at Adam. "Stupid." I murmur and his face contorts for a second. I blink in shock."Whatever." I push him and he lets out a small groan and mumbles some curse words in a different language. "Okay?" I sigh and stand up. Can't leave the room cause of the fans... So... I look around the room and frown. I hear a familiar melody sound out and whip around to look for the noise.
"Around the world, around the world." The song by Daft Punk repeats itself as I continue to look for it. Adam's phone! It's ringing! I dive for the phone and answer it in a hurry as I land on the floor with a thud.
"Hello?" I ask as I rub my sore side.
"Butch?" My eyebrows furrow.
"Alex?" I ask the other person.
"Yeah, where's Adam?" Alex asks.
"The ass fell asleep on my bed and now I'm bored to death!" I exclaim and she laughs. "It's not funny!" I huff out.
"It actually is pretty funny Butcher. " She snickers and I roll my eyes. I stand up and walk out of the room.
"So, why'd you call?" I ask her once she finally stops laughing.
"Oh um... Why did I call?" I can hear the wonder in her voice and I chuckle.
"I don't know Lex. That's why I asked you." I let out a laugh as she chuckles.
"Whatever. Shouldn't you be getting ready for your concert?" I hear the smirk in her voice as realization dawns on me.
"Crap." I groan out unhappily.
"Don't get me wrong, it's just annoying." I sigh out with a frown.
"I know how you feel." She chuckles through the phone.
"You better get ready dude. The last thing you need is to not have enough time to get there and be late." She states and I groan.
"Fine." I extend the word and pout.
"Bye Alex." I say.
"I bid you adieu." I chuckle as we hang up. "I toss the phone next to Adam and stare for a minute. Am I really from here? No. No I can't be. I've never lived here. I shake my head and clear my thoughts. I walk over to Adam and glare. I climb on the bed and sit next to him. "Hey! Hey Adam! Wake up!" I start to rock him back and forth as I yell at him to wake up. I accidentally push him a little to hard and he rolls off of the bed. "Crap. Dude? You okay?" I ask him as I lean forward on the bed so I can look over the edge. "Gah!" He pops up just as I was about able to see him and I let out a scream, well a manly scream that is. Adam starts to laugh and I pout. "You should have seen your face!" He yells and I can feel the blush rise to my cheeks. "Shut up!" I frown at him but it only makes him laugh even louder. Finally I just kick him and he lets out a 'Oof' as the air leaves his lungs for a second. "Asshole." We murmur out at the same time. We look at each other for second before we burst out laughing. "I can't breathe!" Adam exclaims as he stops laughing and starts inhaling air deeply. I chuckle lightly as I scan over the room. "Butch." Adam calls my name. "Hmm?" Is the only sound I make to acknowledge him. "You look like you just ran a marathon." He starts laughing again. I smile and shake my head. "All of my friends are insane." I state as I start chuckling as well. "We are!" Adam agrees and we continue to laugh.

~Buttercup's POV~

"Nope." I smirk as I walk through the kitchen with Blossom following.
"Just tell me where you got the car!" She demands and I just laugh in response.
"Yeah, no, that's defiantly not happening." My voice hits a singsong tone and I snicker.
"Buttercup?!" Bubbles yells from the living room.
"What?" I ask her as I walk into the room she is currently residing in. I let out a soft grunt-like noise as I attempt to stay on my feet when she launches at me full force and hugs me.
"I never said thanks. So, thanks." She hums out and I grin.
"No problem."" I murmur as I wrap my arms around her as well, returning the hug. We pull back from the hug and I notice Blossom smiling happily at us. I clear my throat. "Well, what do you say we get ready for that stupid concert?" I suggest with a smile.
"Cause it'll probably take you two forever to get ready." I smirk and Blossom rolls her eyes.
"As much as I hate to admit it, she's right." Blossom states and my smirk turns into a grin.
"I'm always right." I state, jokingly.
"Mm hm." Blossom rolls her eyes again but this time she's trying to force down a smile. They go up the stairs and I wait until I hear the door close to jump onto the couch.
"What to do?" I murmur to myself. After a minute or two I pick up my phone and call a certain number. It rings once... twice...
"Well, hello there Butters. How may I help thee?" Alex answers the my call and speaks like she's from a Shakespeare play and I laugh.
"How did you know it was me?" I ask her as I smile.
"Magic! No, I'm kidding of course. Your tone is Build me up Buttercup. Plus, then there's caller I.D. so..." She answers and I smile and shake my head.
"You are a dork." I chuckle out as I continue to shake my head in a 'no' fashion.
"Hey! You're the one who put it as the ring-tone in the first place!" She laughs and I do too.
"I did not!" I exclaim. "You did so!" She replies.
"Fine then! When did I change it?" I challenge her, expecting her to crumble and admit that I didn't set it.
"It was about a month ago, it was late at night and you spent the night cause your sisters had a lot of screaming girls over and it was about three in the morning and we were in loopy mode and you started singing that song at the top of your lungs. After that you claimed that you wanted everyone in the world who has your number to have that as your ring-tone and then proceeded to change your ring-tone to it on my phone. I never got around to changing it to a different one." As she was telling the story the memories came rushing from the back of my mind.
"Damnit." I murmur under my breath in a groan tone and I can feel her smirking through the phone.
"I am the winner!" She chuckles out.
"Ah, shut it you weirdo." I huff and pout.
"Hey, don't get all snappy on me. It's not my fault you decided to change your own ring-tone" Damn her and her logic!
"Whatever." I still put up the childish front.
"Anyway. What's up?" She hums out as I hear the guitar being strummed.
"Are you playing the guitar?" I ask her out loud, even though I know the answer.
"Mm hm" She hummed out in tune with her strumming.
"How? I mean isn't it hard." I wonder.
"No, I'm just that talented." I roll my eyes.
"Hey! Don't roll your eyes at me!" She scolds me.
"H-how?!" I manage to mutter out in complete shock.
"Superpowers!" She chuckles out. "No, I guessed, And as for you other question of how I'm playing the guitar and talking on the phone, there is a such invention as headphones, you know." I can feel her smirk through the phone.
"Stop smirking." I frown and she laughs.
"You know I never listen Butters. Now, why did you call me again?" She asks, her voice somewhat going in tune with the melodies she's playing.
"I was just bored." I answer mindlessly going with the rhythm as well. "My sisters are getting ready for the concert and I figured you could entertain me for a while." I explain a bit further.
"Well, I'm not gonna be much help. That is unless you want an insane, weird conversation type of entertainment." She says and snickers lightly.
"That's fine. It's pretty much what I expected as entertainment." I grin and laugh as I speak.
"Well that's good." She says absentmindedly.
"Hey. What are you gonna do about Boomer?" She asks in a cool tone.
"What do you mean? What about Boomer?" My eyebrows furrow.
"Well. You already met Boomer. Right?" She starts to explain as if I were a child.
"Yeah." I decide to humor her.
"So, if you don't have me talk to Boomer about it, he's going to act like you two met before." She explains slowly and my eyes widen.
"Oh crap." I squeak out.
"And alas, realization dawned upon her like..." Alex trails off. "Like... Hmm..." The strumming stops. "Like a slap to the face?" She suggests. "Does that even make sense?" She keeps going on but I just start to tune her out. What am I gonna do?!
"Alex!" I call out, interrupting her thoughts.
"Sup?" She asks once she stopped with her ranting about whether or not her sentence made sense.
"What am I going to tell him?"

~Butch's POV~

"Looking through a lens of gold," Adam sings out from the hotel bed. "or roses in my spectacles, only with my naked eye." He continues.
"How about this?" I ask as I walk out of the bathroom. Adam sits up and looks be over.
"Eh." He shrugs and lies back down.
"I can see a violet sky, melt into the morning rye, only my naked eye. Only with my naked eye." He continues to sing from where he left off. I groan and stomp back into the bathroom.
"You aren't helping!" I yell. Over him singing 'Do do' over and over again.
"Written in a fortune cookie line, beauty is what you will find, only with your naked eye." He's just singing...
"No help at all." I frown and sigh.
"Leave this modern age behind and go back to a simpler time. Only with my naked eye. Only with my naked eye." He whistles then starts up with the 'do do' again. I walk out of the bathroom. "The family tree is growing tall. Leaves are riding and bound to fall. Pull the weeds and till the land. Plant the seeds and we can start over again." He starts up again the 'Do do'ing.
"HEY!" I yell out and he stops.
"What?" He asks and pops up.
"How about this one?" I ask as I put my arms straight out, as if I were on a balance beam. He stands up and circles around me.
"Nice. But," He murmurs.
"But? But what?" I ask as I turn to him.
"The shoes." He say as he points to my plain black converse.
"What about them?" I inquired.
"They're to plain." He smirks as he walks over to his backpack.
"Here." He tosses me a pair of Black converse the have 'RowdyRuffs' written on the inside wall of the shoe in metallic red, dark blue and dark green letters, with my name, 'Butch', written in metallic dark green on the outer wall of the shoe.
"How long did these take?" I ask as I slide them on.
"Not too long. All I had to do was paint on the letters and then add a protective coat... Well, to put it short at least. But, I've done bigger projects so, it wasn't too bad." He grins. "Anyway. I have to go. But, I'll see you later." He waves as he walks out the door. I shake my head and chuckle at my best friend's antics. I walk over to the hotel bed, plop down happily and drape my arm over my eyes.
"Wow." I hear Brick's voice sound out.
"You're actually ready." I peek out to see him smirking and then I cover my eyes again.
"Mmhm." Is the only response he gets. I hear shuffling and then I decide to speak up. "Do you know where Boomer is?" I ask him.
"He was with me signing autographs in the lobby." Brick clarifies.
"Oh." I mumble out and the shuffle stops.
"You should have been there." He states, and I can just picture the frown on his face. Before I said anything the conversation I had with Adam came to mind.
"You're right." I sigh out. "I should have been there." I peek at him to see him completely and utterly shocked. "Sorry." His eyes widened and I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. He stands there and stares at me for a few seconds, scanning me, trying to make sure I'm not lying. I just smile at him.
"Whatever." He finally sighs out. He continues to do whatever he happened to be doing earlier.
"Shouldn't we be making sure he isn't getting ambushed by a bunch of insane chicks?" I ask him, thinking about how it was very possible that that was happening. Brick stops for a second.
"Nah. Boomer's a big boy. He can take care of himself." I chuckle and shake my head. "I hope you realize that the only reason I'm not yelling at you now for disappearing and then getting ambushed is because we have a concert to go to." I frown and sigh.
"I know…" He grins.

~Buttercup's POV~

I adjust my shirt a bit and then stretch. "This is so boring." I complain out loud to my empty room.
"Bubbles!" I turn my head towards my door at the sound of Blossom's voice.
"What?" Bubbles' higher pitched voice asks back.
"Do you know where my shirt is?" Blossom continues the conversation.
"Which one?" I shake my head and smile.
"That one!" I laugh.
"Way to clarify Bloss." I murmur to myself.
"You know!" She continues. "That one you borrowed!"
"Oh! That one!" Bubbles exclaims.
"Yeah! Do you know where it is?"
"Yeah! It's in the hamper!"
"What?" Blossom shrieks in disbelief. I grin and shake my head again as I grab my iPod and put my headphones in. I hum along to the music and mess with the loose string on my jeans absentmindedly. My mind drifts from subject to subject as I sit there. Thud! I fall off my bed.
"What the hell?" I growl out at the offender as I sit up straight.
"What?" Bubbles asks innocently.
"Why'd you push me off?" I glare at her.
"You weren't listening." She shrugs and I groan, falling back on the floor.
"What do you want?" I had the feeling that this conversation was going to go on so I take out my earphones and pause the music on my iPod.
"I need to borrow something." She smiles widely.
"Is that something ever going to get back to me?" I don't even glance at her as I wrap up my headphones.
"Of course." Bubbles exclaims as if it wasn't even a possibility that she wouldn't give it back.
"I'm sure that's what you told Blossom too, right?" I smirk.
"I uh…" She trails off. "You heard that?" She laughs nervously.
"Yeah, I heard that." I roll my eyes.
"I forgot okay?" She sighs out.
"Sure." I chuckle and sit up. "What do you need?"
"Well, I need that one shirt." She smiles.
"You're so very specific." Note the sarcasm dripping from my words. I pull myself into a standing position and walk over to my closet. "So, you want that shirt, huh?" I smirk over my shoulder at her.
"Yes." She hums out.
"All right, here it is." I pull the said shirt out of my closet and turn around.
"Thanks!" Bubbles' eyes light up. She reaches for the shirt but I pull back, effectively stopping her.
"But know, I'm not Blossom," I start, "I won't just let you keep my shirt. If I don't get it back, I'll hunt you down." I scowl at her. She nods rapidly, unable to tell me that she understands in any other form. I smile happily. "Good, here." I give her the shirt and escort her out of my room.
"Thanks?" I hear her call out as I close my door.
"Remember, I'll hunt you down!" I hum out to her and chuckle. I move back over to my bed and try to get in a comfortable position. I move around for a bit. Yeah… nope, can't find a comfortable spot. I pull my laptop to me and pull up YouTube. Now, the biggest dilemma in the universe, what to listen to? I sit for a few seconds and stare at the screen. I groan and fall back onto my bed. I guess all I can do is wait…

Buttercup: She's still not here?

Alex: Do you really blame her?

Adam: This is her most popular story.

Butch: She took too long to update.

Brick: Well just be happy you are a major part of the story!

Alex: Oh quit your whining! You're so annoying!

*Alex and Brick start to argue as Adam watches in amusement*

Me: *Strolls by with an apple and my headphones in, listening to the Gorillaz.*

*Everyone stops and watches me walk until I leave the room.*

Everyone: ...

Buttercup: What the hell?

*The others shrug*

Butch: Isn't that the second time she's done that?

*The others nod*

Brick: Did she even know what was happening?

Alex: I doubt it.

*They continue to stare at the door*