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Buttercup slowly found her way home, and went to her room. She pulled a box out from under her bed and opened it. She took out a small lime green notebook. Her journal, from nine years ago. She flipped through the pages until she found the one dated the day she first met the RowdyRuffs. She read it silently, reflecting on that day.

Dear Journal,

Dude, Today RULED!!! We met these punk-a** villains, called themselves the RowdyRuff Boys, they put up a fight like no other! We still haven't destroyed them yet! And there's one, a black haired boy, he just goes out of his way to make me mad. But he's a good fighter. I respect him. I don't like him, but I respect him. Does he ever know how to PUNCH! I don't know about him. I might like the guy if he were on my side. AS A FRIEND!!!! NOT LIKE THAT! Buttercup giggled at her writing, thinking about how she used to hate boys.

So, anyhow, the other boys call this guy Butch. "Oh my God." Buttercup said softly. She was right. She couldn't believe she was right. He's a good fighter, like I said before, but I think he might have a weakness. If we could just find a crack in his armor, we can kick his A** all over Townsville.

Buttercup turned the page, and found it was the day that they defeated the RowdyRuffs.

Dear Journal,

Well, their gone. We found out their weakness: Kisses. Boys our age can't stand that stuff, right? So, I had the unrequested honor of kissing the kid, Butch. Let me tell you, when he saw me come near him, all flirty and cute, he stared! Just stared! Now, the best part was me kissing him. It felt... Weird. Like I was getting a supercharge from being that close to him. I could have sworn I saw a doofy grin on his face before he... exploded. Yeah, He was destroyed. I know I should feel totally glad, but when I think about it, it makes me feel like crying. Like he was my equal, the only one I couldn't beat with my fists. He was my first kiss too! Can you believe it? I can't! All I did was kiss him and he blew up! And I had a lot of fun trying to convince my sisters I didn't like it. She knew she was being sarcastic there. All I know is, right now, I'd wish more than anything to kiss him again. Anything.

Buttercup stopped reading and started thinking.

Question one: How'd they get back to Townsville?

Question Two: Why'd he kiss me?

Question three: Why'd I like it?

Buttercup was thinking about these things when she heard a tap at the window. She looked at it, and saw that a green piece of paper was taped to the other side. She ran to the window and looked out of it, but all she saw was a green streak of light in the distance. She grabbed the paper and opened it's folds.

Dear Buttercup,

I know that you probably figured it out by now that I'm a RowdyRuff. I also know that right now you're probably thinking of killing me. Just to let you know, I'm so sorry I betrayed you. I just didn't know what you'd think. I mean, I DID try to kill you last time we met. Oh, I forgot, sorry about that.

I just don't know what to think. The first time I ever saw you, like when I was five, I thought you were this fragile, snobby, princess (HEHEHE)that would cry if you broke a nail. I thought "She's cute, too bad she's a priss." Then, when I saw you in action, I couldn't help but go "WHOA..." I knew then I'd fallen for you. Well, not really. I felt something good around you, but I didn't know what that feeling was. You know, Because I was a five year old boy. Ever since we were brought back, All I ever thought about was that kiss. I remembered how I egged you on, got you mad, just so you'd fight me. How I'd always be surprised at how awesome you were. How great a fighter you were. How I'd test you every chance I got.

I know you still think about that kiss, I can see it every time you daydream. Do you dream about it at night? Do you dream about me? Most of all, I want to know: Could you ever love me the way I love you?

What Could Be Love

Butch


Buttercup sat on her bed, completely astonished. She liked him more than anyone she had ever met. She felt like dancing, singing, doing anything that was cheerful. She looked down and saw her journal was gone from where she left it. Hey, where'd it go... she thought. But then she saw the letter.

P.S.

I'm sure your journal will be very interesting. Care to get it back?

Buttercup looked out the window, and saw Butch holding the green notebook high in the air. He looked at her with an evil grin, and she grinned back at him. He started to fly off, but she flew out the window and caught him.

"Hand it over." Buttercup said, devilishly.

"Make me." Butch said with a sly grin.

Butch then took off at super speed, and Buttercup followed.

"Oh, what's this... why, it's a page about the RowdyRuff Boys! How interesting!"

"Give it back, loser!"

Butch kept flying, and she saw him turn the page. About a minute later, he stopped. He turned around with a weird look on his face. She knew what the boy had read, it was obvious. He stared at her, with a look of total disbelief. "All I know is, right now, I'd wish more than anything to kiss him again. Anything." Those words were playing through his mind like a symphony. Buttercup didn't know what to do. She could run home, or just run... somewhere. Or she could try to explain everything to him. THAT would be hard.

"Buttercup...?" Butch said, timidly.

"I don't know how to–" She was cut off, because at that moment Butch came flying toward her. He grabbed her waist quickly but firmly, and pressed his lips against hers. She felt every bit of the love she had always had for him returned in that kiss. It felt like the world had stopped turning, and everything was beautiful and peaceful. Nothing gave her more happiness than that kiss. The kiss of a RowdyRuff. It was almost to good to be true.

"BUTTERCUP!!!!" came a loud roar from below.

Mitch was standing not far away, watching the whole scene..