Butch

Butch was nursing his pounding headache from last night's dream, when Brick came up from behind and hit him what Butch assumed was meant to be playfully, but it hurt way too much.

"Butch brought a girl home last night," he said, taking a cup of coffee from Belle.

"Oh?" the blonde asked, taking a sip of her own coffee.

"I had to. Boomer knocked her out cold," he said grumpily.

"Butch," she said reprovingly, "I hope you didn't take advantage of her,"

"What do you take me for, a pervert?" he asked, to which everyone shrugged guilty, avoiding his gaze, "No, I slept on the floor,"

"Where is Boomer, anyways?" Brick asked.

"I don't know, probably grumbling angrily in his room. He earned us a visit from HIM last night," Belle squeaked, and dove underneath the counter, "Um, Belle?" he asked, slowly, looking at his brother with a weirded out expression.

"Oh, um, don't worry, just spilt some coffee on myself…and the floor…" she said awkwardly, "but, um, I think your friend is up," she said, her voice climbing pitches.

"Achem," he turned around and suddenly felt embarrassed at the fact that all he was wearing was green boxers, even though she had seen him in his swimming trunks. Her hair was out of the bun-thing it was in last night and cascaded down her back. There was a slight black line underneath her eyes, but other than that her face and eyes were completely free of makeup, and though Butch still thought she was hot, there was an itch and the back of his neck that she reminded him of someone.

"Hi! Nice to meet you! If you'll excuse me, I spilled something!" Belle said, her hair over her face as she waved to Bianca and rushed to the bathroom.

"Butch, can I talk to you…outside?" she asked, jerking her head to the door.

"Sure let me just—,"

"No now," she said, turning on her heels towards the door.

"Actually that's a linen closet," he said, as she opened it. She slammed it and moved in front of the real door, and turned back to him, her eyes narrowing, "coming," he said, as he hopped up and walked over to her.

He stepped into the small hallway, and suddenly felt awkward.

"What's your maid's name?"

"That's what you wanted to talk about?" he said, taken aback.

"No, just a side note,"

"Belle, why?"

"What happened last night?" she asked, not answering his question.

I could have some fun with this.

"It was wild," he lied, "you were wild," he said with a wink, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned against the wall.

"Did we…" she began.

"Oh yeah," he lied, again, "you were like an animal," she gasped, and her cheeks began to turn pink.

"I-,"

"To be honest, I didn't know you had it in you-but wow,"

He could hardly contain himself, he started laughing, "You should have seen the look on your face!" her expression switched from light embarrassment to heavy embarrassment, and slight anger as he continued laughing.

"Knock it off, Butch. For a second there, last night, I actually thought you weren't so bad. How wrong I was,"

Good.

"What actually happened?" She placed her hands on her hips and waited for Butch to stop laughing.

"Nothing. My temperamental brother knocked you out while he was on one of his rampages. It started to snow, and you wouldn't wake up. I had no idea where you lived so I brought you here and I slept on the floor,"

Her mouth formed a small 'o' as she walked over to him, pressing the elevator call button. When it came, she stepped in, "Thanks, I guess," she said, as they closed.

Butch didn't really understand why he messed with her about what happened last night. It wasn't necessary, but maybe it was a defence mechanism—he didn't know.

All I know is that HIM is right. I am getting too close to her, way too close. She's certainly a guy's girl, but she's not my girl. I have to remember that people like her; just don't go for people like me. That nightmare last night proves it.


~Bubbles~

Belle crept back into the kitchen, her smock still stained with coffee.

"I thought you said you were going to wash it off," Brick said, chewing on his toast.

"I will later! Get off my back!" she said, nervously.

"Ok…" he said, widening his eyes and looking back at the newspaper.

"Hi," an angry Boomer said, as he opened his door and slammed it behind him.

"Hey Boomer," Brick said lightly, "Your attitude seems to be rubbing off on Belle,"

"It is not! Leave me alone!" she said, snapping again.

"What's the matter?" Boomer asked, grabbing toast.

"Nothing! What is wrong with you people? Can't a girl spill something in this house without being interrogated? I'm going to my room, or is that too suspicious for you two?" She said, throwing her hands up and stomping off to her room. Shutting the door behind her, she took a breath of relief as she slid to her knees.

She felt her heart beat fast, but she was certain—that was Buttercup.

What is she doing? Why is she Butch's new toy? What is she planning? Did she notice me? Can they tell how much we look alike? The thoughts raced in her head, as she brought up a shaky hand to her face.

A soft knock sent her flying, "What?" she growled.

"Um, it's just me," a muffled voice answered, "Boomer," he said, clearing his throat.

Okay, Belle, relax.

"You can come in," she said calmly. The door opened, and Belle felt a blush come to her face as she noticed he was wearing blue loose pants and no top.

You've seen him like this plenty times before, Belle…But not in my room. She thought.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine," she smiled.

"Just checking…you seemed pretty on edge,"

"It's fine—I'm fine," she smiled again.

"Why don't you take another break today?"

"But I took one yesterday…and besides, you guys are messing up the apartment already. I'm fine, quit worrying," she said, pushing past him and walking down to the kitchen.


~Blossom~

Beatrice paced around her room, and her cat, Cuddles, followed her every movement her tail lashing back and forth.

"Pictures of you?"

"Yep," her sister said, emphasizing the 'p', "pretty good too. I was going to ask him about it until I found other pictures of me. Me," she said, referring to the Buttercup she used to be.

"And what was the maid's name, you said?"

"Belle,"

"You think it's her?"

"I couldn't see her face, but it sounded like her—the same voice as the one who came to my restaurant,"

"What if she's there against her will?"

"She seemed pretty on edge," her sister agreed.

"We have to do something…But I don't see how we can get close to her with raising suspicions. We need to somehow get even closer than we already are. We need to speed up the process," she said, tapping her face.

"I think I have just the thing,"

"What?" she asked, running to her sister who had a tub of ice cream next to her, staring at Beatrice's laptop.

"A job offering at RRB Corp.,"

"You're going to take it?" she asked, pulling away from the screen.

"No, I'm no good at organization,"

"Well then who? Who else do we—oh. You mean me,"

"Mhmm,"

"But I already have a job!"

"What, I don't?"

"I work late nights," Beatrice said with a pout.

"Ask to go on a leave," she said, shrugging.

"But I don't wanna," she whined, "I just got promoted,"

"Beatrice! It's for the good of the world!" her sister said, manipulatively.

"Fine. I'll go for the interview, but I'm not guaranteeing I'll get it,"

"Something tells me you will," her sister said, a sly tone to her voice.


Author's Note: DUNNNNN DUNNNNNNN DUNNNNNNNNN. What nightmare D: ? What is Bianca planning? Will Beatrice get the job? Will the girls EVER be fully reunited :(? And what's up with Boomer? And how come there's not a lot of REDS :(

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