OMG, I know, Mitch= gross out! But that's part of the reason I picked him. You'll just have to see what I mean...

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Buttercup leaned her head against the door to her room. The date had been... fun. Or at least it would have been if Mitch hadn't been such a loser. He'd taken her to the ice-cream parlor, and then to the arcade. It had started out okay. Mitch had ordered the ice cream for her while she was in the bathroom. Very sweet, but... the ice cream turned out to be Pistachio with Strawberry Sauce. EEEEEEWE! Buttercup had thought to herself. And when he took her to the arcade, she beat his high score... and he CRIED! What a WUSS!!!!

"Well, at least it's over." She said, to no one in particular. The phone rang and she picked it up.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Buttercup! It's me, Mitch!"

Oh God, here we go... Buttercup thought.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Oh, nothin'. Hey, so did you have a great time?"

".............."

"Because I know I did. I love being around you, Buttercup."

How was she supposed to answer THAT honestly?

"Um... yeah, it was fun."

"So, um... Wannagooutagainafterschooltomorrow?" He said it that fast, too.

"Uh, ok." I might as well give him another chance.

She hung up the phone and sat on her new separate bed. She knew she was supposed to be the tough type, but she'd always had a soft spot for Mitch. No other boy struck her as the kind of boy she liked... wait, that wasn't true. There was that other boy, from when she was five. What was his name? The one she destroyed with a kiss. Oh, she'd ask Blossom later. There were more pressing matters at hand.


"SCHOOL?????" Brick asked, completely astonished.

"Yeah, don't you see? It's the perfect plan! We go to school voluntarily, like we actually want to, and they'll see us as the most innocent boys on the planet! They wont be able to charge us with nothin'!" Butch said. The real reason he wanted to go to school was to keep an eye on Buttercup.

"I think that would work! Awesome plan, Butch!" Boomer said with enthusiasm. He was tired of hiding in that old factory, and wanted action.

"Alright, fine. We'll enroll tomorrow."


"Class, we have three new students today." Said Miss Keen.

Buttercup looked up from her conversation with Mitch, and looked toward the front of the room. Three boys were standing there... three very familiar boys. It was uncanny... they were so familiar, but she just couldn't tell who they were.

"Now boys, what are your names?"

"Uh,... Brian." Butch said.

"Brandon." Boomer said.

"Bradley" said Brick.

The entire class was beginning to notice the similarities between the sets of girls and boys. Brick still had his cap, but his hair was straight and tousled. He wore a white tee shirt under a red jacket, and baggy pants. Boomer had his hair cut, and wore a basketball uniform, colors blue and white. Butch was wearing baggy black pants with a green basketball jersey, and his hair was sort of wavy.

All the girls were staring at the boys, for obvious reasons, and Miss Keen said "Would you mind telling us something about yourself?"

Brick said "I like pizza."

Boomer said "I like art"

Butch was going to say "I like buttercups." but decided against it. Instead he said "Don't mess with me, and you'll be alive at the end of this school year. Maybe."

The entire class cracked up, especially, he was glad to see, Buttercup. She was practically rolling on the floor!

"Why don't you take your seats, please." said Miss Keen, sternly.

Butch sat right between Mitch and Buttercup, and she could have thanked him a million times. Mitch was getting REALLY annoying. He just wouldn't shut up about the movie they were going to see that afternoon.

She looked down to find a piece of green paper on top of her math book. She snatched it up and opened it under the table. She opened it and read the message: "Name, Please?" she scribbled her name down on the paper, and placed it on the desk right next to Butch/Brian.

Butch already knew her name, but he hoped to make her think he was a total stranger. He re-opened the note, and tapped her on the shoulder. He tried to ignore the tingling feeling this finger felt and motioned to Blossom, who was surrounded by a group of friends. They were obviously gossiping, and no doubt of about whom they were gossiping about. After all, Blossom WAS practically waving her arm off in Brick/Bradley's direction. He scribbled her another note, and passed it discretely.

Buttercup quickly opened the note again. It said: "Your sis?"

Buttercup quickly wrote back: "Yeah, unfortunately."

He gave her the note again: "Feelin' Bad."

She nodded in the direction of Boomer. She then wrote: "Your Bro?"

"Sadly, yes." he replied.

"I pity you." she wrote.

"Tell me about it." he replied.

"Buttercup, Brian, something you wish to share with the class?"

"No, Miss Keen." they both said.

"Good."

After Teach's back was turned, Buttercup found another note on her book. It said: "Teachers Suck."

Buttercup held back a giggle. This kid had a lot of guts. Whoever he was.

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Disclaimer: I don't own PPG. Don't worry. Next chap will be better.