TacosXPieXAnime: So what's up guys! So I think this chapter took the longest considering I got distracted every ten seconds. The summer is bad for me. So anyone go to Wapr Tour. It was awesome. I got to crowd surf and stuff. I also saw the Millionares, Aiden, and 3oh!3 and was half tempted to get a 3oh!3 bikini top with the symbol on it. I decided against that and just one a free t-shirt and got lots of stickers. Later I passed out from the heat. Thats what happens when you live down south I guess. It was totally fun though. I went with my best friends. So back to the story. I would like for you guys to please leave reviews. It makes me feel so happy for you guys to put me on your story alerts but I like reviews. I like to hear what you think though you do give me a big ego boost when you put me on your story alerts. Just remember I'm super psyched about this so please review. I know I'm very very very needy. It's a curse. But thanks to you guys who have reviewed. Y'all guys make me blush.

Buttercup....

I can't take it anymore....

Buttercup...

I think I'm in love with him...he loves me too, he said so!

I'm hurting...so this takes away all the pain

He thinks I'm beautiful! One day we're going to get married!

I want to hurt them! I want to make them hurt like they hurt me!

He left me...and he took something with him....

"STOP IT!"

Once again she woke up. Looking outside it was thundering and pouring down rain. She would be scared for Bubbles, but she was probably spending the night at her new boyfriend who was more than eager to comfort her in her time of need. Sighing she pushed her hair out of her face and stood up. She wasn't going to be able to fall asleep again after that dream...or was it a nightmare? She couldn't recall anymore.

She walked down the stairs quietly, it was out of habit seeing as she normally lived with two more guests. Flipping on the light switch a couple time, she sighed. The power was out, and she was not going to be able to fix that. She never really cared enough to know how. Oh well...

Dialing on the phone she put it up to her ear waiting to hear an all too familiar voice.

"Buttercup? Why are you calling at...two...in the morning..."

She let out a breath relieved," My power is out...what do I do?"

"I don't know? I live in a trailer...just come stay over at my place?"

She sighed and agreed. She didn't like the dark particularly. She was not scared of it per se, however she had learned over the years that things happened in the dark. Things that are not good, not good at all.

Grabbing her umbrella and putting her coat over her pajamas she left. Locking the door she left and begun to walk over to Mitch's. She could remember when she first went over to his house. They had been in the fifth grade and she gotten permission to spend the night with him. She had been a little taken aback at the fact he had lived in a trailer. However she couldn't help but feel a little comfort in there, despite how small it was compared to her own house.

Climbing over the fence of the trailer park and running over to Mitch's trailer she looked for the window to his room. Finding it with her hands she knocked. Opening it,she smiled at Mitch before climbing through and landing none too gently on the floor. Looking around she looked at Mitch's filthy as always room. It wasn't incredibly filthy, however the week old McDonald's cups and his the smell which emitted from his pet Python's cage made it just a little bit more uncomfy.

"Buttercup?"

Looking to the door she saw Mitch. He was already in his pajamas and holding one of his mom's beers. Dragging his feet across the dirty carpet he plopped down on the bed. She didn't want to look up, whenever Mitch drank like this he was in a terrible mood. She didn't know why but she had a bad feeling.

"What are you doing drinking?"

"Last time I checked I could do whatever I want.", he said chugging the rest of his beer and tossing it in his trash can.

She grimaced, his father had probably put him in a bad mood again so it was best just to go along with it for now. Mitch's father was a shock to her at first considering her only experience of a father had been the Professor. Was it in middle school? Hadn't he it Mitch? He had hit Mitch...and he had been drinking too...

"So...how is everything?", he asked turning on his television to some bad MTV show.

She sighed,"The Professor is staying in the hospital for another month and Bubbles is staying the night at every guy she meets house. So it's really not that hard to be at home all day."

"Bet that bitch is having a fun time not having Daddy around. Just riding every di-"

She punched him. She knew it wasn't right, that every word of what he was saying was true, but she didn't want to hear it. It was better to at least keep a sense of naivety of Bubble's actions, then know what goes on behind closed doors. She knew her sister had changed, she knew that not everything was all butterflies and rainbows anymore. She just wanted to keep an image in her mind, just one.

"What the fuck was that for bitch! After all I've done for you!", he shouted punching her back. She felt it oddly enough, she had never been punched before by a normal person. It felt like nothing...it was odd.

"Don't ever call my sister a slut! Don't ever call me a bitch! You shouldn't even be drinking damn it! You always turn into such an asshole!"

"I'm the asshole! What about your bitch of a sister! Don't you remember middle school! What about that psycho Blossom! She blamed you for everything that happened! They both blamed you!", he said shaking her shoulders roughly,"I was the one who took care of you! Who fucking took care of that Butch shit?! Me! Who bitched out your sisters when they hurt you?! ME!"

She stayed silent. How could she reply...she couldn't remember middle school. She couldn't deny anything that he had said. She just couldn't, she couldn't remember...why couldn't she remember...why?

"I've done everything for you...I've done everything...", he sighed, his body shaking furiously,"Not once have I ever talked shit behind your back or hurt you. I would never hurt you..."

His arms encased her and she felt like she couldn't move. It was not the fact that he was doing his best to hold her there, for she could break both of his arms with ease, but she couldn't move. She wanted to remember everything that had happened. She wanted to...she wanted to stay here. For someone to comfort her. For someone to take care of her who was not obligated to. Someone who would never turn their back on her.

"Mitch I can't remember what happened...I don't think I want to remember. Maybe whatever happened in middle school should just be left forgotten.", she whispered her body falling limp.

He pulled away. His bloodshot eyes glared down at her," You don't remember? Anything?"

"I can remember some things. Like the whole Butch incident, where you tried to beat him up...I remember...something about Bubbles and her boyfriend...and Blossom...she was sad..."

"Butch...that fucking asshole...he tried to fucking hurt you.", he growled his nails digging into her arms.

"Mitch listen...what happened? Do you remember? What happened to Blossom? What about Bubbles?", she sighed her eyes closing and opening slowly. It almost felt dream like.

He sighed laying down with her in his arms. She felt awkward with his long lanky arms wrapped around her and laying in such an uncomfortable position. She felt safe, it was odd. She had never had the chance to feel safe in any state.

"I can't tell you. I don't even know Buttercup. I just remember when you came over crying your eyes out. You had just told me how horrible you felt and how it was all your fault.", he sighed pulling her closer,"I told you it wasn't. I know it wasn't your fault."

She sighed. She always seemed to be doing that. She just wanted to remember what happened. Maybe if she found the strength to remember she could fix everything. Would it be possible to fix what had happened? To actually make time's rip of their family disappear? Would it be even plausible? Blossom did not seem to think so and she was always the smartest one...she was the leader...Bubbles didn't even seem to care either way...she had her comfort and she had her love...but was it love? The Professor seemed to be the only one who believed that any of this could possibly be repaired...

Sadly her thoughts were cut short. Then again sleep's embrace always appealed to her more than the real world

TacosXPieXAnime: I love the movie Joe Dirt. I know random, but even though it's a comedy I find it to be so amazingly beautiful and emotional. David Spade made me fall in love with him in that movie and I know how absolutely odd it sounds to be crooning over a guy with a mullet. Considering I hate mullets. My dad has one, and he is made fun of constantly for it. So here's to Joe Dirt, who said Life's a garden, Dig it. So....sorry that's so random. I love that movie, and I'm watching it right now. So please review on that note. Love you.