A/N: I've been waiting forever and a day to publish this part of the story, and now that I've done it I couldn't be less satisfied. u.u I really tried, I promise, but I don't know what happene. I think I'm broken D: #authorprobs. Anyways, I hope you'll at least try to enjoy this, and I promise to have the last two better than this. Okay? Okay. Sorry it's not in order, I just had to get the greens out there first. :3

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#36 (Part 1): There's always that chance you might fall in love. - Greens

It had been Bubbles' idea that the entire softball team have a film night-slash-sleepover with the boys' baseball team at the Utonium house on Saturday. Buttercup was less than enthused about it, but at least there would be food. Blossom, who couldn't care less about her sisters' sporting events, remained cooped up in her room for the whole of the night, speaking to no one (although at around nine o'clock one of the boys pointed out that Brick had mysteriously gone missing).

The softball team consisted of about ten girls from Buttercup and Bubbles' grade in school, including Robin and Julie. Also on the baseball team were Mike Believe and Mitch Mitchelson as well as Butch and Brick. The teens ordered six deep-dish pizzas (two with just cheese, to accommodate for Julie and Bubbles' vegetarianism) and four two-liters of various sodas. Some of the boys on the team had brought some other 'things', though Bubbles tried her best to turn her head away from them and as long as Buttercup kept her mouth shut about it, there wasn't too much of an issue.

It was the ideal night for a bunch of teenagers just watching movies together and hanging out. They started off lively while they ate and talked with a simple romantic comedy to ease the tension. The guys lounged on the couch and chase chair while the girls clustered on the floor in a giggling heap of pillows and blankets. As the films became sappier, however, the girls gravitated ever so slowly towards the boys. By the end of the second romance (over which the boys were snoozing) they eventually found Julie and Robin sitting on the chase with Mitch and Mike, and Buttercup had snuggled into Butch's knees on the floor next to the overstuffed chair. Bubbles remained in her spot on the center of the floor with a few other girls from the team, and some of the boys said their hasty goodbyes as soon as it was announced "Letters to Juliet" was next on the queue.

Towards the end of the night, the boy to girl ratio was rapidly increasing, and as the final film of the evening (a horror film called "Sinister") was beginning, there were only three boys left; Mike (who had made his way down to the floor with Julie), Brick (or at least, they assumed he was still there somewhere), and Butch, who had really only stayed thus long so he could watch this last film.

Though Bubbles had long since passed out in her spot on the floor, Buttercup had found her way (somehow) into Butch's lap. The two were snuggled together watching the events of the horror film with eager intent. Buttercup unknowingly gripped Butch's arm for dear life and he squeezed her hand right back in response.

At a relatively calm part of the film, Buttercup realized what they both were doing and released her hold on her counterpart in record speed.

Butch laughed, casually putting his arm around her and warmly pulling her closer to him. Her attention was now completely removed from the television and refocused on his face. She forced back the blush she felt crawling up her neck as she gazed into his laughing emerald eyes.

His expression didn't change and his face never faltered though he tightened his grip on her lower back, ever so gently pulling her in closer to him.

It was just an experiment, just to test it out, just to see. She didn't object, she didn't go into one of her usual fits of bat-shit crazy like usual, she simply allowed him to pull her closer and closer to him until their noses were touching, the smile not once leaving his face. With great disbelief, Buttercup released the breath she'd been holding and closed the distance between their lips. Fire danced on their tongues and his hand was like burning coal against her back, but it somehow felt right.

The kiss didn't last long, though, because of course, whenever there's drama, there's Bubbles. She was awake from her slumber in an instant and squealing over her sister's newfound interest with great zeal.

The two greens pulled away from each other with heated cheeks as the girls in the room all 'oohed' and giggled. The giant grin was impossible to wipe from Bubbles' mouth though Buttercup wanted to melt of embarrassment. Couldn't she just kiss her best friend in peace for once? Sheesh.

"Buttercup!" Bubbles was finally able to squeak out. "I knew you two liked each other!"

"We don't!" Buttercup protested.

"How could you tell?" Butch inquired at the same time. Buttercup shot him a bewildered look and he simply shrugged, that familiar goofy grin on his face.

"I knew it! I knew it!" Bubbles sang. "That was so cute, I just can't even—ahh! I'm freaking out!" She cried and fell over backwards into the heap of blankets, squealing all the way.

"That cannot have been real," Buttercup muttered, touching her fingertips to her trembling lips. "That was not real."

"Oh, but it was," Butch responded cockily, waggling his eyebrow. She growled and socked him right in the stomach, moving to sit on the floor with her sister.

Throughout the rest of the film, Buttercup and Butch shot secret glances at each other across the room, but neither said another word to the other. Bubbles continuously burst into fits of giggles for no apparent reason, nudging her sister in the side and sending countless waves of pink up the ebony-haired girl's cheeks.

When it came time for the boys to leave, Butch, Mike and Brick (who magically appeared after the last film was over) departed with three waves and a mad scramble for a few scraps of leftover pizza, leaving the girls to gossip.

As soon as the door had shut behind them, each and every face turned to Buttercup, who went wide-eyed.

"No fucking way I'm sticking around to be pecked alive by you vultures, I'll be in my room."

Before Bubbles could get a word in edgewise, the still-slightly-blushing Buttercup had scrambled up the stairs and slammed the door to her room, leaving the others to giggle and coo about her newfound attraction.

And of course, Buttercup spent all the rest of that night debating whether or not to call Butch and talk to him about what had happened, though she couldn't keep him (his lips, mostly) out of her mind.