I've always known that there was calm before a storm...

"Hi my name's Brute. I am so happy that I can try out for the soccer team..."

'"Hi Brute! The name's Buttercup., but some people call me BC or Butters, take your pick. I'm the girls soccer team co-captain, nice of you to come here to try out!

She didn't make the team and blamed it all on me...

"Buttercup! You said that I had potential!"

"You do Brute! But the coach and captain doesn't think that you are a good team player. I can't override their decision. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. You're not sorry at all."

She came in so quietly. So quickly...

"Come on Butch! We've been best friends since we were six! You can tell me anything!"

"Well, Buttercup I-" Brute came and linked arms with him.

"BUTCH! I've missed you!" What?

" Brute and I are dating."

And like that, she took him away .

"Butch! What happened?! I thought you were supposed to be my best friend!"

"Buttercup... I can't. Brute is uncomfortable with-"

"Do you want this?"

"I... I don't know..."

"I can't believe that you would even consider ditching our 11 year friendship for her! You've been going out for what a year?!"...

That night, for the first time in my life, I cried my heart and soul out over a guy. That was a week ago, on the last day of school before summer vacation. That was the last time I talked to him. Butch. My best friend.

Now, you all must be very confused. Let me rewind back about a year. Back to before she came.

It was at the near end of summer. It was Butch and his brothers' 16 birthday and their party was held outside.

It was dark out and the sun was long gone along with most of the party goers. The only ones left were my sisters, Blossom, Bubbles and me. Of course it was only natural. We've been friends with the guys since we were six. And the fact that my sisters were dating his brothers. To be honest, I was jealous of my sisters. They both had boyfriends and admirers. They actually dressed nice, while I dressed in sweats, t-shirts, basketball shorts, and jeans. Maybe that's why he chose her over me. I wasn't good enough for him.

Our siblings were chatting on their picnic table, while Butch and I were joking around.

At one point, Butch ran towards the picnic table, got some frosting from the cake and put it on me. Within seconds an all out cake war ensued with cake flying everywhere.

In fact, our siblings supplied us with the rest of the cake. The second that Butch touched the cake, the cake leftovers became ammunition. Completely inedible. Our siblings moved to a safe area. Away from firing range.

We ended up wrestling around on the grass. Butch managed to pin my arms and straddled me.

"Give it up Butterbutt!"

"NO!"

"GIVE UP AND I'LL HAVE MERCY"

"NEVER!"

"Fine then. You leave me no choice." He removed his right hand, but kept both of my arms pinned using his left. With his free hand he went to my side and began tickling me.

"Give up."

"N-no!Pft HAHAHA!"

"Give up and I'll stop."

"Never! HAHAHA!"

"Buttercup."

"OKAY! Fine. I -HAHA- I GIVE...I give up!" He stopped and smirked at me. My heart skipped a beat back then and he got off.

"SAY CHEESE!" We turned to see Bubbles holding a camera. He pulled me close by my waist and we both smiled.

Click.

"Oooooooh! This is a good one!" Butch and I looked at each other, covered in cake and frosting,

"Oi! Get cleaned up you two!" I wonder what would've happened if Blossom didn't tell us to clean up and I went home covered in frosting and cake. Maybe I wouldn't be feeling the way I do now.

In the kitchen we were washing our hands and faces with water. We still had cake all over our bodies though and we began laughing. I turned to look at him and he looked back. His forest green eyes clashed with my emerald ones. He leaned towards me and I swore my heart stopped, but then he pulled away, I sighed a little disappointed,

"Sooo, Butch what am I going to do? I don't have clothes here." I already knew his answer. We've been in messy situations before, but I asked anyways to try to relieve the awkwardness I knew he was feeling.

"You can use the my shower. I'll get you some clothes and I'll shower in Brick's bathroom." I nodded. I might have looked calm, but my heart was beating a mile a minute.

In the bathroom, I stripped of my sticky frosting covered clothes and put them in a plastic bag that Butch gave me. And I stepped into the shower. His shampoo and conditioner were in there. I popped the shampoo open and washed all of the dirt and frosting out of my raven hair.

When I finished I dried myself using a towel that was provided by Butch and put on my under garments since they were still okay to wear. Butch gave me a green t-shirt and shorts. When I wore his shirt, it went to my thighs. The shirt smelled like his room; it smelled like pines really. It smelled like Butch and it made me smile.

I slipped on the shorts and it was completely covered by the shirt. His clothes were always so comfy. That's the main reason why I never returned them. Half of my closet is filled with his clothes and I always wear them to sleep.

When I opened the door, my nose got a whiff of pine. Butch was sitting on the bed in fresh clothes with his raven hair down instead of spiked up. His eyes trailed a water drop that was running down my neck and into the shirt.

His face. I'll never forget it. It was different than before. Completely unreadable. He's seen me in his clothes before, so I didn't get it,

"Do I look weird or something?"

"No...'' His eyes darted away and he backed up.

"What's wrong?" I pushed his chest playfully and sat on his bed.

"Get out."

"What?"

"LEAVE! RIGHT NOW!"

"What did I do?" Is he mad? Did I do something wrong? That's what plagued my mind. He saw my face and his expression softened.

"Sorry for yelling. Can you go on ahead first? I have something to show you in a bit."

"...Okay..."

I left and closed the door behind me. My face felt hot and I let a breath that I was holding go. He was just so tall and muscular. It was probably the first time in my life that I ever saw him as a guy, as someone of the opposite gender.

"Fuck. No no no. I'm fucking losing it." There were sounds of things getting thrown around. The sound of him groaning in absolute frustration plagued my mind. From that day onward, I never looked at him the same way. It was clear to me that he was no longer the 6 year old boy that I met 10 years before. That was probably where my heartaches became a normal thing. The chest pains that never really went away.