Buttercup lounged in her room, splayed out onto her bed with her legs propped up as she constantly banged them against each other for no particular reason. Saturdays were lazy days. The one day of the week where she could relax and do nothing at all if she wanted to.

The puff closed her eyes and smiled in relative peace before a sudden series of knocking jolted her up.

Buttercup sprung up on her bed and scanned the room until her eyes fell over the window and the idiot knocking behind it. Banging was a better word really.

Buttercup scowled. What the heck was he doing here? And would he cut it out with the damn knocking?The girl threw open the window and snarled at him.

"What is your damn problem?" she hissed angrily.

Butch grinned cheerfully. "I was knocking for a while, babe," he said instead, "Why didn't you open up sooner?"

"You call that knocking?" Buttercup demanded before grabbing the Ruff by his collar and flinging him in, throwing him across the room.

Fortunately, she aimed at her wall of cushions and pillows so he didn't damage anything in the process of being thrown off. Unfortunately, the loud thud that came from the impact of the Ruff hitting the cushioned wall probably echoed throughout the house, and she was right because just then, Blossom called up, always the first one to assess a problem.

"Buttercup? What was that?" she hollered.

Buttercup grit her teeth and glanced at the boy, who was still momentarily confused and sat rubbing his head as his vision still blurred. She yanked her covers off the bed and threw them at him in a big lump, covering him just as the pink Puff knocked on the door and poked her head through.

Blossom scanned the room, looking here and there as Buttercup attempted to act as if nothing happened.

"What was that loud noise?" Blossom asked suspiciously.

"What noise," Buttercup huffed out gruffly, "I fell off the bed, big deal."

Blossom narrowed her eyes at her. "Then why are your covers kicked up in the corner like that over there?" she asked slowly.

Buttercup's eyes flicked over to the very human-like lump in the corner of the room and hoped her sister wouldn't notice just how much human-like it looked as she wracked her brain for an excuse.

When she couldn't think of any, she just pretended to be exasperated, which was surprisingly easy to do.

...maybe because Butch had already riled her up before by showing up at her window...

"'Cause I felt like it, okay?" she cried, "So what. you know, I fall off the bed like a thousand times. I felt hot and angry for no particular reason so I crumpled up my covers and threw them at my wall. I didn't break it, ok?!"

Blossom slowly backed away, sensing the tomboy's anger. She didn't want to be in a fight if she didn't have to and her sister currently seemed to be in complete fight mode. For heaven's sake, she supposedly balled up her sheets and threw it at the wall with such force it could be heard throughout the whole house just because she wasn't feeling right.

Blossom knew better than to poke the beast, so she let the topic slide and left, but not before giving the tomboy a strange stare.

"O-kay," she muttered, "If you say so."

When Blossom left, Buttercup breathed out in relief before turning to focus on the lump in her room and stomped over to it. She grabbed the covers and pulled them off revealing a slouched Ruff underneath before scowling harder.

"The hell are you doing here?" She demanded fiercely.

Butch blinked at the towering girl over him before sending her a cheeky grin. "I came to see you," he answered.

Buttercup deepened her scowl. "What sort of person visits through a bedroom window" she demanded.

"The sort with superpowers?" Butch answered instantly as if it were obvious, "Duh."

Buttercup grit her teeth so hard she wondered how they didn't break already. "Do you have any idea just what sort of a mess you could have put us both in?" she hissed.

Butch shrugged carelessly. "So?" he said, "It's not like I actually did."

"Can you imagine what would have happened if Blossom found you here?" Buttercup asked again, her counterpart's don't-care-a-damn attitude getting under her skin.

"Well," Butch snorted, "You're the one who started it all by throwing me against the wall."

"You're the one who came and started banging on my window at 2:00 in the afternoon!" Buttercup snapped back, "Just what is your damn problem?"

Butch only smirked as he chose not to speak.

Buttercup groaned out, loud and long. "Why did I have to have you for my counterpart? No. Why did I even have to have a counterpart at all?" she cried.

"You're gonna be grateful for it someday," Butch sanswered instead, grinning slyly like he knew something she didn't.

Buttercup narrowed her eyes at the boy. "You know something," she muttered suddenly after staring him dead down in the eye for awhile.

Butch's face suddenly went solemn as he got up. "Just saying, Buttercup," he said once more in a mysterious manner, "Watch out. There are things you shouldn't mess with."

Buttercup scrunched up her face, both in confusion and irritation at her counterpart's odd behavior. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked in a huff.

Butch only gave her a lopsided grin and another two-finger salute before once again flying off, leaving her alone with her thoughts. "Love you, baaabe!" He called out behind him, smirking, as he knew that would rile up his counterpart even more.

Buttercup whipped her head around in his direction before yelling back angrily.

"I HATE YOU!"

Her voice echoed out all the way back to Butch, and he smirked further. That was just what he needed to hear. "Not for long, babe," he chuckled, "Not for long."

Buttercup was feeling downright frustrated. If she wasn't in fight mode before, she was now. What was with her counterpart and leaving mysterious messages? Which hellhole had they come out of now?

Still...Butch... his words were eerie.

What did he mean by watching out? And why the hell couldn't he just elaborate a little bit more so she wouldn't feel so lost?

Damn Butch and his messages, Buttercup thought grimly.