Howdy everyone! Thank you for the reviews! Majors awesomeness. =) ok well here's chapter 4 I hope ya'll like it. This also has some drinking in it, so if you are offended by the consuming of alcohol under the age of 21 (I don't know why you WOULD be but, hey whatever floats your boat I guess) I suggest you don't read further

Chapter 4

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Three weeks had past since the Ruffs and Puffs date at the mall, and already Blossom and Brick and Bubbles and Boomer were going out. The Ruffs had been over often since that one Saturday, and Buttercup grew more and more annoyed at them for being so happy.

'Why can't I be happy?' She asked herself. 'Maybe it's Karma for breaking Emma's nose'

"Hey Buttercup. What's up?" Butch asked as he walked up to her. Buttercup had gotten something from that Saturday at the mall. She was now very close to Butch, which was fine by her since they were so alike. She had even helped him in several fights he had the past three weeks. But she still felt so empty without having help. Sure, she's the toughest fighter, but she's still so frail on the inside.

"There's a party this weekend. Your sisters and my bros are all going. Wanna go?" Butch asked Buttercup. She looked up from the paper she was working on and up at his cool, green eyes.

"Sure. Sounds good. When is it?" She asked.

"8:00 tomorrow night, but it's probably not gonna really start till 10." He explained.

"I'll be there at 9:30" she said with a smile. He patted her on the head and sat next to her in his usual spot.

"Hey, do you have a nick name?" Butch asked her in the middle of an assignment.

"Um Not that I know of Why?" She asked curiously.

"Well I just wanted to know what to call you"

"Um How bout Buttercup, smart one?" She said with sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"No I mean nick names dumb ass" He shot back. She only shrugged. She didn't know what people called her besides 'Bitch', but she didn't really like that one. "How bout 'Sprout'" He asked her.

"Sprout? Like a plant? What do I call you? Tree?" She replied sarcastically. He then broke into a fit of giggles. He loved that about her. How she could always come up with something funny so quickly, even if it was stupid.

"Yeah, sure." He laughed. "Sprout and Tree. One big happy family." He giggled. She smiled but deep down inside, felt a sharp pain in her heart.

'If only' She thought. 'If only'

The next night at the party

The house was totally packed with people from her old high school, her new high school and schools she didn't even know about. It was so hard to move through the crowd of people and it was so hot in the room that people. Everyone was dressed for the party. Blossom in a sporty red dress and black knee boots with her hair draping down her back. Bubbles in baby blue pants and a sparkling silver shirt with her blond hair tied into high pigtails and Buttercup in lime-green raver pants with a black sports bra and her black hair covered in glitter and streaks of neon green, because Bubbles was begging her to do her hair.

As the girls made their way through the crowded house looking for the Ruffs.

"There they are!" Blossom yelled over the blaring music.

"What?" Bubbles yelled.

"Over there!" Blossom repeated.

"I can't hear you!" Bubbles screamed. Blossom grabbed Bubbles by the head and pointed to face in the direction of the Ruffs.

"Oh." Bubbles said sheepishly.

They walked over to the boys and headed off in their own directions with their counterparts. Buttercup went up to Butch after the others went to go do their own thing.

"So where's your little girl?" She asked trying to hide her jealousy.

"Oh, she didn't feel like going, so I'm here all alone." He told her putting on an exaggerated sad face.

"Hey you got me, don't you?" She asked slightly offended.

"Oh yeah, I do, huh."

Buttercup just smiled at her friend, and grabbed his hand as they walked off to the dance floor. 2 hours and 6 or 7 beers later, the two green kids were on the couch singing to the loud music in the other room, and talking about things they wouldn't normally, since they were really wasted.

"So tell me, have you ever had sex before?" Buttercup's slurred voice traveled across the couch to Butch.

"Yeah, why? Haven't you?" He asked back.

"Um no" Buttercup said, hiding the blush crawling up her face. "I've had boyfriends before but never had sex."

"Oh, why not?" He asked, creeping closer to her.

"I never got a chance. I would always find these guys that couldn't handle the way I was I guess I was too strong for them" She answered as she looked at the table swerving from side to side. "Damn, I'm wasted"

"Were you scared?" He asked.

"Scared of what?" She asked confused.

"The pain"

"No, I'm prepared for the pain. I mean I've heard about it always hurting the first time, so I was totally aware." She said rubbing her temples.

"Not that pain The pain of being used and then thrown out for another girl" He specified.

"God yes If only I could find a guy who would stay there and never hurt me or use meIf only I can be sure that he wouldn't use me just for sex and then see some beautiful blond and run away after her. Of course I'm scared of that. I wish that I could find a guy that I could love and love me back" She said, her voice cracking.

"I would never hurt you." Butch said stroking her cheek.

"Yeah,but you're my best friend." She said looking into his eyes. "I would never think you, of all people would hurt me or leave my side, but I'm talking about being in love with a person and staying in love forev--" She was cut off by Butch's soft lips pressing against her own. He pulled away, and just stared at her. It wasn't a big kiss or anything, only lasting one or two seconds, but the meaning was much bigger and not understood.

"I'm sorry." Butch apologized quickly. "I just I don't know come on it's almost 12 let's get you girls home" He said trying to forget what happened. 'I'm drunk.' He thought to himself. 'But I know I would have done the exact same thing if I was sober'

Buttercup was walking, not knowing where she was going. Her eyes were blurred by a mixture of alcohol and tears, though she never let her tears fall She never did before. Why should she now? She'd always been like that before She's the toughest fighter. But, if she was the toughest fighter, why did she feel so weak?

The two were walking for a good twenty minutes before they found a very drunk Boomer and a very unconscience Bubbles. Another ten minutes were spent looking for the reds, when they finally found them in the kitchen, eating pizza and telling drunken jokes. They were the not-as-drunk ones, though they were still too drunk to drive. Blossom took a cell phone out of her purse and called a taxi for everyone. The girls were dropped off first with a quick hug from everyone and then the taxi drove off, the impatient driver not wanting to wait for everyone to be walked to the door.

The next day

"Aww man, I've got the worst headache." Bubbles said when she woke up that morning.

"I know how you feel." Blossom agreed chimed in with her blue sister's complaints.

"I feel like my head was in a vice last night." Buttercup said sitting up from her bed.

All three girls walked down stairs, their hair a mess and bags under their eyes.

"Good morning girls. How was the party? Was it 'kickin'?" Mused the Proffesor.

"Oh yeah, Dad. It was way cool." Blossom answered.

"What did you guys do?" He asked them.

"Oh um we... danced a lot" Bubbles answered his question.

"Yeah, and we definetly didn't drink, that's for sure-- OW!" Buttercup added before getting an elbow in her ribs from Blossom.

"Well, that's good to hear girls. How does pancakes sound for breakfast? He asked them cheerfully. They all agreed and sat down at the table while he served all of them breakfast. After breakfast, Blossom got a call from Brick saying that they all wanted to get together and go for a movie. She told him that they would be there at 3.

"Ok everyone. Let's go." Blossom called to her sisters. Each of the girls were dressed in their usual weekday clothes. They all walked out to their father's car and drove off to the mall. On the way there, Buttercup came up with a question to ask her sisters.

"Hey guys? Do you remember anything that happened last night?" She questioned her sisters.

"Yeah, I remember some stuff. I didn't drink that much last night." Blossom answered.

"The last thing I remembered was Boomer falling on the couch and then I think that when I passed out." Bubbles said, giggling.

"Geez I don't remember shit." Buttercup said, but mostly to herself.

When they arrived at the theater, the three boys greeted each of them and walked over to the ticket booth. Buttercup noticed Butch acting a little strange, not having said a word during the entire time they were together. After the other four went into the movie, she pulled him away.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" She asked very curious as to why he was acting so strange.

'Does she even remember what happened last night?' He asked him self. 'Maybe I should just keep it to my self, if she can't remember'

"Nothing happened I'm just still a little hung over" He lied. She seemed convinced, so he grabbed her hand and took her to the movie.

After the movie was over, they all went to go get some dinner, as it was already 6:00. After dinner they all decided to go home. Since they both drove here separately, their good-byes were done in the parking lot. They then went home and after a little bit of T.V they all went to bed and dreamed their dreams.

Monday, at school

"Buttercup." The teacher said, in first period. "You have a note from the office. You need to go up right now." Buttercup walked up and took the note. She went up to the office at her own speed. She had no desire to see the principle, so why should she hurry? After giving the note to the secretary, she was seated in front of the office. After a good ten minutes, she was called in by the principle, Mr. Wilson, into his office and seated down.

"Buttercup, it seems that you have proved yourself worthy. You haven't gotten into any trouble while you were here, so we have decided that you are ready to go back to regular high school." He told her with a smile.

"But I don't want to! I like it here. I fit in here. I already made so many friends." She tried defending her right to stay.

"Well, I'm sorry, Buttercup, but you have no choice in the matter." He said, the smile faded from his gray face. "You leave this Friday." Buttercup was furious. She had no choice as to what school she went to? That was pure bullshit! She stomped to her class and waited until second period came. How would she tell Butch? Would he even care? So many questions popped into her head as the bell rang.

'Maybe I'll tell him at lunch' She thought sadly. 'Yeah Lunch would be better'