Sorry this took so long, guys... I was deep in a writers block, but I got my thang back! Mwahaha! I also tried writing this morning and it froze! So now I have to start all over! @_@ GAY!!! (I have nothing against gay people BTW... just a figure of speech) Ok well on with the story! Again! For the second time! By the by, this takes place in the summer so no school... yet...

Chapter 2

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After the conversation online, neither Butch or Buttercup made an effort to speak with the other. Which was kind of hard, considering that their siblings were dating their counterparts. Nevertheless, they kept from speaking for a solid 4 weeks and some days.

Butch was lying on his bed one friday morning. He was thinking about her. He felt so stupid. All this over a girl. He was taken into memories that they shared together. He remembered the first real kiss he ever gave her. How she had gotten angry for not telling her about the kiss at the party. The first time she ever cried in front of him was at that party. She didn't want him to see and she thought that he didn't, but it was hard to miss the toughest girl you know, shedding tears. Especially when it's your fault.

Hey Butch! He heard Boomers voice yell as he stormed into the room. Butch made sure his watery eyes were clear before he looked up.

Guess what?! Boomer asked enthusiastically.

You've gone completely insane? Butch answered. Boomer frowned.

Why do you think that? Boomer asked.

Because only an insane person would be as hyper as you at 9 am in the middle of summer vacation. Butch spat at his blue brother. Boomer socked his brother in the arm and recovered from the mild insult he had just received.

Boomer started. There's a party tonight and you're going. Some Kid at our school is throwing it, and since you've been completely locked in your room for the past month, I think you should go.

You think way too much for your own good. Butch answered cynically.

Look, you need to get back to what you were before Busy.

Don't call her that. Butch said rising from his bed as if he had sprung a nerve.

Well, you're gonna go whether you like it or not. Boomer said. Besides, you might feel more alive then you are now.

As Boomer left his green brother in his room, Butch found himself thinking about what Boomer had said. You might feel more alive.' The words rang in his head like an alarm clock trying to wake him up. It was then and there that he decided he would go to the party. Maybe it would be good for him. Maybe he would feel alive.

At the Utonium Household

Blossom! Where's my black skirt?! Bubbles shouted throughout the house.

Why are you asking me? Blossom shouted back. Blossom looked up from her book and to the blue eyes of her younger sister.

I have to get ready for the party tonight. I NEED that black skirt. Bubbles answered sternly.

Bubbles, you don't NEED the skir- wait... The party's tonight??? Blossom quickly changed tones. Bubbles simply just nodded her head. Blossom jumped from her chair.

Oh, my god. I have to get ready! She yelled, running up the stairs and into the shower, almost forgetting to take her clothes off.

Buttercup sat in the living room watching the entire scene, when she realized that she should get out of there as soon as possible before they decided to drag her along as well. She stood up and was halfway out of the room when she heard that oh, so familiar voice ring out once again.

Where do you think you're going? Buttercup stopped in her tracks and turned to face the blue Puff.

Um... No where... Just about to get something to eat... She let out a nervous laugh. Usually Buttercup was the one picking on Bubbles, but for some odd reason when it came to dressing her up, Bubbles was scarier then any monster she'd ever come across and there was no way of defeating her.

Are we forgetting something? Her voice rang in sweet, over exaggerated innocence. Buttercup let out a sigh of defeat and walked up the stairs as her sister followed.

Later, at the party

The three Puffs walked into the packed house party. Blossom was dressed in her tight black pants, a pale pink shirt and matching strapy sandals. Her auburn hair was pulled into two loose french braids on the sides of her head with two strands of hair framing her face, which only had mascara and lip gloss on it.

Bubbles was in a baby blue tank top and her incredibly mini black skirt and black platform sandals. Her hair was down and decorated with light blue and silver jewels which lit up the sparkling blue eye shadow and glitter on her dark underlined eyes.

Buttercup had a hard time getting out of the car. She threatened to go back to the house.

Listen to me! Bubbles screamed at her green sister. After all that work i did on you, you better come out!

Ok, ok... Geez. She said as she got out of car. I still don't see why you guys get to wear black while i'm stuck with... She stopped and looked at herself. She finished, disgusted at the sight she saw.

It's a pleasure to see you in something besides black. Bubbles answered as she started walking towards the house. People won't know what to think.

Buttercup was wearing a dreadfully short green plaid skirt white a short white top and long sleeves that showed her toned belly. she had on white knee socks and the only black she was wearing were the plat formed maryjanes and suspenders. Her dark, ebony hair was down with a pine colored headband holding it all back except for the two strands framing her face which gave her a slutty school girl look.

I hate you. She muttered as she walked to the doorway. She couldn't complain about her whole outfit. she did like how she did her make-up. Dark eyeliner, mascara, and dark green shadow to go with the skirt. She was glad that her make-up stayed the same as her everyday style.

All around her, she saw people drinking and laughing and having a good time. She was wondering how she was going to have a good time when she had no one to have a good time with. She decided to go get a drink from the kitchen. On her way there, she saw him- the green eyed boy whom she still loved- walk in with his brothers.

She walked faster towards the kitchen, and luckily, he didn't see her. She grabbed a drink from one of the guys passing them out and walked around the house for a bit. She met up with a few people she knew from school and talked with them for a while before she saw him again.

There he is' She thought to herself, not paying attention to what her friends were saying. She was looking at him for a good minute or so when he looked her way. Their eyes met and for some time all they did was stare at each other as if they were miles from one another even though only a room was in their way.

Is she crying?' Butch asked himself. He could have sworn he saw a tear in her eye. I should go say something to her.'

Just as he was about to walk towards her, he felt a hug come from behind. He turned around, and there he saw dark eyes surrounded by fiery, red hair.

Hey you! Princess greeted over the music. She ran a hand through Butch's dreads and smiled. They look good. She said.

Yeah, I like em... Thanks. He replied. He looked back and saw Buttercup look away quickly, as if not trying to make it seem obvious that she was watching his every move.

Come on, Butchie. Let's go dance. She smiled at him seductively. Butch tried to take one last glance at Buttercup, but she was gone.


Oh no! What's gonna happen now? Anyways, do you like it? hate it? love it? wish to destroy it? R&R! i'd love to know... oh yeah, sorry about what Busy's wearing... It was my sisters idea and she wouldn't let me put her in black... *growl* anyways! i'll hope to put the next chapter up soon! Thanks for reading! Bye!