Chapter 4 Can we fixs it? No.

"Hm, so your the one?" It was a Monday afternoon and Butch was suppose to be working on the living room. Instead he was practicing harassing this Simon "You kiss her? I bet you don't even kiss her right. Such a virgin!" He pointed to the can of white paint.

Buttercup face palmed herself, she was watching from the stairs trying to finish her homework. But the only studying she was doing was on the Internet. With no going back on her lie and everyone desperate to meet Simon.

Whoever he was.

"Why me?" She put her left hand through her hair and scroll down threw the images. He couldn't be too perfect, Buttercup knew the reality of her with Prince Charming was as real as a dancing can of soup. And since soups don't dance, then she wasn't suppose to be with a Prince.

A blacksmith would have to do. Yeah, Simon would be a hard worker with good strength and a somewhat white smile. No mustache. He'd be the type she'd sneak to see at night, the one to be her competition, her bad boy though she or he would never mention it.

"I really shouldn't over think this too much." Buttercup said as she paused on an image. A guy with dark brown messy hair and eyes so raw, yet fangirl worthy. Before she could look any more she heard Butch coming up the steps.

"So, you look pretty intense right now." Butch said, getting annoyed. Buttercup put her phone down, leaning back against the step and said "You know, those splats of color of color really brings out your eyes."

"What color are Simons eyes?"

"Do you have an eye color fetes?" Buttercup joked, enjoying the annoyed Butch.

Which, she wanted to take advantage of.

"Well, it's like a rich green. The minute Simon targeted me with those heart stoppers, I wanted him to take me." She paused and winked "If ya know what I mean?"

Butch had something worse then heat waves. Though Buttercup could feel the stairs getting heated. Buttercup shrugged her shoulder and stood up "Well, I'm finish with you and not gonna do this homework, obviously. If Blossom or Bubbles ask where I am just tell them I'm sleeping."

He said nothing, just looking at her in a blank expression. Too bad Buttercup's back was turned to notice.

Once she entered her room and changed into her regular number t-shirt and black shorts, she flopped down on her bed, looking once more at "Simon".

"I sure know how to pick em-"

"Buttercup!" Butch slammed the door open. He marched over to her and jumped on top of the struggling girl and said "I don't believe you!"

"What?"

"I think you're liying! There's no way you have a boyfriend. You rarely leave your house!" Buttercup quit struggling as the feeling of trouble was about to write all over her face. Had he figured it so soon?

She had to think fast before he got his Detectives Degree. Though, there was only one thing to do.

"No."

"Please, Mitch?!" Buttercup was on her knees begging. Mitch was laid out on his worn couch. The place could be a truck stop hit repeatedly by a hurricane. It was the only way one could describe Mitch's place.

He had moved into his new apartment about a month ago and yet, he wonders why those rats are stilling living there.

"Look, I'm trying to stay away from women!"

"...Oh." Buttercup said slowly as Mitch quickly shook his head "No! I'm straight! It's just these girls I've been fooling with for the last three months are claiming that I'm the father."

"Are you?"

"I hope not." He sighed, rubbing the side of his face "Anywau, why don't you just tell the truth? Who cares if you lied!"

"Are you new here?" Buttercup half folded her eyes at him "The whole damn world will! My family lives and strikes on embarrassing me! Especially The Professor."

Mitch chuckled siting up "As many times as I walked in on him and my old teacher, I'll take back what I said."

"So, you'll do it?"

"My names not Simon, so no. But, maybe I could hook you up with a friend of mine. His name is Simon." Mitch said making Buttercup sigh in relief only to panic "Green eyes? Dose he have green eyes?!"

"Stop being so picky," Mitch said annoyed "take what you get. Besides, he'll only be here for Valentines day."

"Fine, I guess thats okay."

"Yeah, he'll do it," Mitch then bit his bottom lip and Buttercup watched his eyes look guilty. He then faced towards her and said "but I don't think his girlfriend will like it."

"And that's the one I knocked up."

And that's when everything got better.

Not: Okay, people I'm in a rush so I apologize for any mistakes. I will come back later to correct them but please read and review and whatnot! Tell me what you think?
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