"Hey, slow down a bit," Butch said as BC dragged him along. They'd been walking from the park for the last 10 minutes.

"Well sorry. I just wanna get you home soon. Damnit, why didn't you take you car to the park?"

"Oh, I'm soo sorry for wanting to WALK to the park," Butch said sarcastically.

Buttercup looked down and tried to hide her smile, "Oh, so you were sad."

Butch scoffed, "What makes you think I was sad?"

BC looked up at him and smiled, "I know you Butch. You ALWAYS go to that park when you're sad or just wanna think."

Butch smiled down at her, "Well, that park has memories for me and makes me feel happy."

Buttercup looked back down and blushed slightly, "Hmm, wonder why."

"Oh you know. It's a park and there's nature around it so it'll make a guy feel at ease and shit," Butch grinned,

Buttercup laughed, "You're such a dumbass."

"Gee, thanks. That's a nice thing to say to someone's who's just been SHOT!"

BC rolled her eyes, "You're alive aren't you? I swear sometimes you can be such a drama queen."

Butch sighed and then grinned, "Yeah...wonder where I learned that from."

Buttercup laughed, "I'd flip my hair and say 'from the very best,' but I'm too busy supporting you. literally."

"Don't worry Butterbutt. The apartment's right there."

He continued to walk, will limp more like it, with her and every chance he got to look down at her, without her noticing, he did. He wondered how they could be acting so.. normally when he just broke up with her just a few hours ago. Maybe he made a mistake. A big one too.

She wanted to tell him everything Dexter told her. How it was all his fault and there's nothing really wrong with them dating. But he was hurt now, would it really be a good time bring it up? Plus, they brake up and fight over the simplest things. Maybe Boomer was right. They just were a bipolar couple who can't express their feeling.

"Wow... nice apartment," Buttercup said as she entered the room.

"Well, we might have forgotten to clean for a while," Butch shrugged.

"How long is 'awhile'? BC asked, "I can't even see the floor!"

"You can still walk!"

She dragged him to the couch in the living room and his layed across the whole thing.

BC looked around awkwardly; she couldn't decide if she wanted to stay and tell him about Dexter. Or if she should let him rest.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Butch asked.

She looked over at him; he sat up now and was looking over at her.

"Oh, um. Sure, whatever."

"Why were at the park anyway," Butch asked, "I mean, before I blacked out, I swore I saw some girl with short hair, in green a little far away. Now who does that sound like?"

BC sighed, "The others made me go and track you down. You know, cause when Blossom and Brick found out they go their powers back, we had to let you know too."

He nodded, "Wait, you tracked my phone?"

Buttercup shot her hands in the air, "I swear, I'm not a stalker. Blossom said, to use gps and find you and I had to tell you."

"And you couldn't have called because?" He raised an eyebrow.

BC thought for a second and then hit her forehead, "Cause I'm an idiot!"

Butch laughed, "I bet the others just wanted you to go see me."

"Why would you say that?" BC asked.

Butch motioned for her to come side next to him, "Because. You know how they are. Always trying to get us...closer." He blushed.

"Yeah," Buttercup sighed, "Look I have to tell you something."

"Uh, ok," Butch looked at her with a confused expression.

"Before I got to the park, I saw Dexter. He told me everything he did. And now I know why you broke with me."

"Oh," Butch said quietly, "Um, what exactly did he tell you."

"Just that he's the reason you broke up with me and I... just wanted you to know that you don't have to listen to him."

Butch sighed, "You still don't know."

"Know what?" She asked.

"Nothing," He gave an even deeper sigh.

Buttercup groaned, "Boomer's right. We were just a bipolar couple and shit."

Butch laughed, "You take advice from Boomer now?"

"What, it was good advice," She sighed, "Can you just tell me?"

"Okay," Butch muttered, "He said how the only you were dating me was because I saved your life Friday. And at first I thought, 'wow thats a load of crap.' But the more I thought about it, it made more sense. Maybe you felt bad for me or something and you just wanted to help that poor kid who didn't even know what it was like to be in a relationship. And that's probably why I rushed things, and you felt so awkward, I know. So, I just wanted you to be happy and I thought, hey, if I wasn't holding you back, you'd be better off."

Buttercup sat there for a second thinking it over.

"Well?" Butch asked, "What do you think?"

"I think it's a load of shit and that you over think A LOT."

He sighed, "You wouldn't understand."

"Butch, how could you think that I'm not happy with you?" She asked.

He shrugged, "I don't know. You always have your guard up and are so.. tense and stuff. I just thought that you felt more comfortable alone. By yourself."

"But, I like hanging out with you," Buttercup muttered.

"You never really said anything about it," he pointed out.

"Gee, sorry I can't show my feelings to people that easyly," she said sarcasticly.

Butch gave her a half-smile, "I know you can't. I just wished that with me you could. Because. I really do love you."

She blushed, "And... you know... me and.. yeah."

"Yeah ok," Butch gave a sad smile.

She looked awkward away when Butch's sarcastic laugh made her look at him again.

"I- I just don't see why you can't say it. I mean. If you don't have feeling for me, then just tell me. And I'll be out of your hair."

"You can't honestly think tha-"

"But I do think it. I mean come on Buttercup," He covered his face with his hands and gave a small sob, "I just. It's not fair. How can you not open up to someone who really cares about you." He looked at her and gave her a really sad smile, "Can you even open up to your sisters? I mean, can you ever tell anyone what's wrong with you? What's going on inside that little head of yours?"

"Hey, I don't need people to know what's wrong with me. You tell them what's wrong and they just judge you and make you feel bad," Her voice was somewhat getting louder, "And you can never open up to anyone. They'll just hurt you in the end. In the end, no one really cares about you. And you're just alone. So isn't it best to keep it like that?"

Butch looked at her and slowly a smile came on his face. He grabbed her and hugged her tightly in his arms; tears pouring from his eyes; but he was laughing too.

"Are you crazy or just-" Buttercup laughed too.

He pulled apart from her, but kept his hands on her face, "Do you realize that this is the first time you've ever told me what's wrong with you!"

He hugged her again and laughed, "You're so broken up inside and don't know what 'love' even is."

"Butch, are you drunk or something?" She asked.

He laughed again, "No, but," He looked in her eyes, "I completely understand you and trust me; there's no way in fricking hell, I'd ever fucking hurt you. And if you wanna be alone; we can be alone together."

She laughed, "Okay, you fucked up in the end there."

He grinned, "But I mean it. Look, you need to loosen up and just learn that there are people who really care about you. And I'm one of them." He kissed her cheek.

"Um, I'm not sure what to say."

He laughed, "How about you go home and just remember that; for like, the rest of your life."

She got up from the couch and a sudden thought hit her, All this crap started because I never told him 'I love you' back. I do love him... but should I really say it?

"Um, Butch?" She looked at him on that couch, looking at her.

"Yeah?"

She took a deep breath and VERY quickly said, "ILoveYou."

He looked confused, "Sorry, what?"

She laughed, "Wow, I'm a fail." She looked at him and smiled, "I love you."

His smile got so huge, it's a mystery how it stayed on his whole face. He jumped up from off the couch and ran to her. He lifted her up and spun her around the room as she clung to his neck.

He put her down, but kept a grip on her waist and his head was pressed against hers and her arms were around his neck. He bent down a little and kissed her. Eyes closed her hands traveled up to his pony tail. Her fingers played around in it and she thought how she never saw him with his hair down. She pulled the pony out and looked back alittle too his hair fall down to his shoulders. His smirked, "Jealous that your boyfriend's hair is longer than yours?"

She laughed, "So, you're my boyfriend now?"

"Yes," he kissed her cheek, "And I swear, if there's a problem, we're working it out and won't break up over stupid little fights like; you wearing a dress," he grinned.

"Oh you still remember that day?" she blushed.

"Yeah, why were you mad?" he asked.

"I REALLY hate dresses," she groaned and he laughed.

"Now what?" she asked. They pretty much just stood there; swaying back and forth.

Butch grinned, "I'd invite you to my room; but wouldn't that be too much since we JUST got back together. Plus, I know how you are and-"

"Okay," Buttercup grinned.

"Wh-what?"

She tugged at his shirt, "Come on. Why not."

She was pulling off her shirt, when he caught her wrist, "You really REALLY don't have to. I don't want you doing it cause-"

"Really," Buttercup smiled, "I'm totally fine."

(( I swear to god, this isn't be 'detailed' or anything. There actually isn't any 'action' cause I'm too tired to think like a pervert right now .-.))

She pulled off her shirt and pants; Butch did the same. They were there in their underwear; and Butch picked up his girlfriend. She rapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Butch kissed her and carryed her to his bedroom. He layed her on the bed and he got on top of her. His hands traveled to her back and quickly undid her bra. She flinched at the sound of it becoming unhooked.

Butch moved one of his hands to make her face look at him, "If you really don't want to. We won't."

She gave a small smile, "Hey, give me a break. I want to."

Butch sighed and well.

They did it.

Butch and Buttercup layed there in bed, naked and alseep. They were facing each other but not really touching. Butch had one arm under a pillow and the other on around his stomach. buttercup was curled up on the other side, her hands covering her chest. Butch opened his eye and looked at his girlfriend and smiled;he pulled her closer to him, so his arms were wrapped around her back, hugging her; while her head was still on the pillow, he kissed her forehead one last time and fell asleep.

Buttercup woke up later too. At first she wondered where she was but it all came back to her when she saw Butch's sleepy face. She wanted to move closer to him, but was scared of getting to close. She could actually hear him say "Loosen up Buttercup."

She moved closer to him and almost as if on cue, he moved one hand from her back and pushed her head down to his chest to rest there. "Loosen up. You feel so tense," he murmured.

Buttercup smiled. Her head on his chest and hands curled up there too. And Butch next to her in bed. Protecting her.

Huh, she thought, maybe I could put my guard down. Just for now.

Maybe, for once, she could have someone else look after her. And not be alone, like she always is.

Bubbles: So, when are we going after HIM?

Me: Maybe next time there's a problem. But not in this story.

Boomer: Aw, but why not now?

Me: Because the point of the story was NOT to go after HIm. It was for BC to loosen up. Hense the title.

Buttercup: Right here you know..

Me: THE END!