A/N: Ok so here's the next chapter and I have decided to change the rating because of what I wrote. I usually don't say things like that but I couldn't find a better word that would give such a strong impact. So now it's rated T. Before we start I want to make a special shout out to JackiieLimexD because she gave me the idea of what to do with the reds! You should check out her stories because they are awesome! And while we're on stories I just want to say that Not Entirely Gone has stories that are great too but they're all up for adoption (Except for the newest one) so if you want to, check out his page and adopt his stories :)On with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or Rowdyruff Boys :(

The rest of the day flew by like any other school day, that is; if you didn't add Butch coming along to ruin everything. Even with all my years of practicing patience, I found it difficult to keep that fake smile on my face since I had to deal with not only the regular idiocy of school students, but with Butch's stupidity too. Which is worse since he does it purposely. He broke my concentration in class by constantly bugging the living daylights out of me and ran my patience so thin I nearly snapped at innocent bystanders. It doesn't help that we have all our classes together; it's as if the universe doesn't want me to keep my sanity anymore because Butch is driving me insane. Although just being around him is torture, my worst encounter with him today was at lunch.

Flashback

Just like any other day I sat with my sisters and my friends but I had forgotten to bring a lunch along with my wallet.

"How could you forget your lunch?!" Blossom cried. "All you ever think about is food!"

"I had a rough morning and I just forgot. I'll bring one tomorrow, promise," I said with a pathetic attempt to look innocent. She looked at me for a moment before letting out a tired sigh. "What's wrong Blossom?"

"Brick, that's what's wrong. He's been in all my classes so far and I can't stand it!"

"Sorry to hear that, but he can't be as bad as Butch," I said.

"Oh my gosh! Buttercup, you're actually annoyed by somebody?" My friend Lucy chimed in. She has a habit of trying to get me irritated or mad since I'm hardly ever mad around school anymore.

"No I'm not annoyed, it's just this guy I know won't leave me alone," I said tiredly.

"Oh Buttercup are you okay? You don't look so good, did you get enough sleep? Are you hungry? You can have some of my lunch if you'd like, it's not healthy so skip a meal," My friend Amber is somewhat of a health freak and is always on everyone's case about taking care of themselves. She's similar to Blossom in that aspect but she isn't a nerd like her.

I eyed her lunch hungrily as my hallow stomach began screaming for food, I had half a mind to take her lunch and scarf it down; never in my life have I ever found a salad, a sandwich and a bowl of fruit so tempting. Despite my growling stomach I tried my best to stay in the same character I've been in for four years.

"Thanks but that's okay. That's your lunch I wouldn't want you to grow hungry early because of me, I'd feel bad. By the way where's Bubbles?" I asked suddenly.

"I think I saw her going to her locker," Blossom answered.

"She's probably with Boomer you know," Brick said as he sat down beside Blossom. Much to my disappointment, Butch was with him too.

"Why would she be with Boomer?" Blossom asked.

"Cuz he was heading in the same direction," Brick shrugged.

"Hey Butters, where's your lunch?" Butch asked, turning my attention towards him. "Forgot to pack one or something?" Honestly I didn't even care enough to give him the time of day, but my body seemed to be acting on its own and I nodded. He sighed and pushed his tray towards me before taking one of the extra slices of pizza. "Eat up," he said.

"You want her to eat pizza, a hamburger, soda, and fries? Do you have any idea how fattening that is?" Amber asked. Butch rolled his eyes.

"It's better than walking around like a starved zombie all day," he said.

"Nice try but she doesn't eat that -" Amber trailed off when I grabbed a slice of pizza from the tray and walked outside. I could hear faint comments about my actions as I left but the only thing I cared about at the moment was my delicacy of a pizza and silence, unfortunately I could only get one when I realized I had an unwanted follower. He didn't speak until I was comfortably sitting at the root of a large oak tree.

"Since when did you stop eating pizza?! You love pizza!" He yelled. I just took a bite and tried to ignore him. He sat down beside me and just left his gaze on me, which annoyed me enormously since I just wanted to be left alone.

"What do you want?" I questioned, after a few minutes.

"I want answers," he said simply.

"Like what?" I asked, taking another bite.

"Who was that girl? The one who was with you," he asked.

"Amber. She's kind of a health freak," I answered.

"So that's why you don't eat pizza anymore," he stated.

"Whoever said I don't eat pizza?" I asked. I tried to keep the annoyance out of my voice but I had a feeling he heard it anyways.

"Your friend-"

"Well she's a health freak! What did you expect?" I interrupted. I let my gaze fall onto the little pond beside the school. Birds flew overhead, some staying behind to sing their sweet melody. Little frogs jump from place to place, the sun high in the sky glistening off the cool, still water. Small plants begin to sway slighting as the late summer breeze comes to say its last goodbyes. The school year may have started, but the last moments of summer still remained. The sun glowing brightly on my skin as it begins to wrap me into its warm soothing blanket, my eyes flutter to a close as I enjoyed these moments of silence.

Everything was perfect before I heard someone laugh. I glanced over my shoulder to see Butch lying on his back, looking at the cloudless sky with a smile on his face. "What?" I asked.

"Remember the time when I accidentally pushed you in the pool?" he asked. I frowned at the memory.

"Accidentally? Yeah right! Every time I tried to get out you pushed me right back in!" Butch laughed at this and then let out a happy sigh.

"Yeah, you know it happened on a day like this?"

"So?"

"So? Doesn't it bring back good memories?" he asked. I bit off another piece of pizza angrily and refused to look at him.

"I try not to remember anything that has to do with you," I sneered.

"Why not?"

"Why do you care?"

"Is it cuz you're too busy being a fake lying little-"

"Shut up, it's not! How do you know if I'm faking it? This could be the new real me and you're just too busy living in the past to accept it! She's gone! Finished! Get over it!"

"If the old you were truly gone then you wouldn't have given me a chance to bring her back." He said through gritted teeth.

"I gave you a chance because I knew it was a lost cause." I hissed.

"Since when do you make cheap shots?" he asked, sitting up.

"Since when did you ask so many damn questions?!" I growled.

"I know she's still there and I can prove it," Butch stated.

"How?" Butch stared at me for a moment before looking away so I couldn't see his face. "That's what I thought," I whispered.

The silence dragged on for what seemed like forever, so long that I began to wonder when he'd get bored and leave when he suddenly asked, "Are you going to eat that?"

I glanced down at the abandoned half eaten pizza in my hand and shrugged. "Why? Do you want it?"

"Not really, I was just thinking maybe you shouldn't eat that; you know, since it's all greasy and fattening. No one would ever find you attractive now; no point on making it worse by growing a bunch of zits now would it?"

"What? You're the one who wanted to kiss me this morning!" I yelled. Butch just rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, I was doing you a favor. Your stupid girly fantasies were rolling off you in waves." I clenched my teeth and shot him a death glare. He flinched slightly; it was so small that I barely caught it.

"This is coming from the guy who's been flirting with me all day?"

"Flirting with you? Man, this 'new you' must be dumber than I thought."

"I'm smarter than you!"

"Real mature come back, Buttercup. Real mature."

"Shut up," I said, looking away.

"Hey, at least I'm speaking the truth while everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie!"

"Shut up Butch," I growled.

"Why? Can't handle the truth? Here's another one; you've been tricking everyone in this school. With your fake smiles, your fake happiness and your dull words," he said.

"I said shut up!"

"Why should I? You're a liar, a fake. Nothing but a shell keeping what's inside a secret. What's wrong Buttercup? Are you so ashamed of who you truly are that you have to act like a complete stranger?" I'd never admit it, no matter who asked me, but his words stung and I felt my eyes begin to burn. I turned to him suddenly, causing him to flinch in surprise. With the pizza forgotten and Butch's attention towards me, I pulled back my fist and quickly connected it to his face with as much force as I could muster. He fell onto his back with a loud satisfying thud.

"Fuck you!" I screamed. I may be a faker when it comes to school, but that doesn't mean I'll give him the satisfaction of being right about me. Butch looked at me in shock, his face rapidly swelling, and then he smirked.

"When and where?" My eyes widened with both surprise and disgust at his words.

"Is this just a game to you? Do you just enjoy ruining people's lives? You cruel hypocritical bastard! You told me to change and now that I have, you criticize me! If you're not happy with how I am then leave! Go away and leave. Me. Alone." I got up and left Butch chucking to himself.

"Told you she was still there." I ignored him and instead of calmly walking inside like I had planned to, I ran. Past Blossom who was still with Brick, past everyone in the lunch room and headed straight towards the roof of the school. There, I finally found that silence I've been looking for all day.

End flashback

That's how I ended up here alone in my house with the worst mood I've had in years. All the chores are done, and I've skimmed through all the channels we have at least a hundred times in less than three hours so now I have nothing to keep me occupied for the rest of the day! Somehow I ended up with my head buried in my pillow and wrapped in the covers like a caterpillar in its cocoon. Although I know for a fact sleep wouldn't come for a long time, I closed my eyes anyways. A while later I heard the obnoxious doorbell ringing, I decided to ignore it at first, thinking the person there would leave sooner or later; but they didn't. Instead the ringing became more frequent, more urgent, more annoying. I let out a growl of frustration, stormed down stairs, and ripped open the door ready to rip the person's head off; only to slam the door shut the second I saw who was standing there.

"C'mon Buttercup! Can't we at least talk?" He asked from behind the door.

"No, I don't want to. How do you know where I live anyway?" I asked.

"I just know."

"Stalker."

"I'm not! I just remember from when you invited me to parties."

"Whatever, just go away."

"No, not until we talk," he said sternly.

"I said go away Butch, can't you listen?" I said cracking open the door.

"I'm not really known for listening to people," he said.

"Well you should, it gets annoying."

"You're annoying," he countered.

"I've had enough of your insults for one day, just leave," I hissed.

"Can't we just-" he began.

"You know, for someone who loathes me you have a suckish way of showing it." I interrupted before closing and locking the door.

It was silent for a moment, and I thought maybe he had left when I heard him; the tone of his voice making me freeze and wonder if he was actually being serious when he whispered, "I don't loathe you."

"Don't play games with me Butch or you'll pay the consequences," I warned softly.

"I'm not," he paused again. "I just want to start over as friends." My eyes widened and my mouth dropped, is he serious? No, he can't be, can he? I questioned myself. Not knowing what to do next, I unlocked the door and opened it slightly. I looked up at him to see his face looking so genuine it made me sick to my stomach. Is this really the guy who annoyed the living daylights out of me just hours ago? My entire being wanted nothing more than to shut the door, but something kept nagging at me; telling me to give him a chance.

"Friends don't insult each other to the point where they get hurt," I hissed before I could stop myself.

"I'm sorry; I don't want to hurt you. I never did; I just wanted you to see that the old you is still there. But I was too big of an idiot to think of the result." I smiled, thinking of a cover up for my words.

"I was talking about the giant purple bruise on your face," I said.

"I deserved it. Besides, friends are supposed to knock some sense into each other anyways," he laughed.

"I'm not your friend," I whispered, earning a sad look from Butch. "I'll be an acquaintance, but nothing more. If you want to be friends then fine, but you'll have to earn it first," I continued. Butch smiled. Oh no…

"I have to earn your friendship?" he asked.

"That's right," I confirmed.

"Then let's get started," he said enthusiastically.

"As long as you know, I don't like you. So this isn't gonna be easy," I said in a cold voice.

"I know. But I like a challenge," he said then he turned and left. He's so weird, I thought as I closed the door.

Bubbles POV

Art was my last period of the day and I was excited yet nervous to see that the boy I met by my locker had the same class as me. He sat up tall with caring eyes and seemed to be consumed with his painting. His strokes were soft and smooth, almost graceful as his brush glided across the canvas. The teacher, Mrs. Ricketts, assigned us to draw something we miss and write a description of our painting. I had barely finished mine when the boys painting caught my eye. It was a dark star filled sky shining above a beautiful garden bursting with colorful flowers. There was a small fire in the middle surrounded by six little kids, as if they were out camping; they all had jackets and a little tent in the corner. They're faces were illuminated by the fire, they were each in pairs of two and all had similar expressions. A girl with short raven black hair was playfully punching a boy who had a darker shade of green eyes then her. The next pair was a girl with a bow was looking happily at the fire while the boy next to her had a small smirk on his face and was playing with the girl's long ginger hair. The next couple was a little harder to see since they were closer to the darkness of the garden than the others but you could still see them. The boy had golden blonde hair and the deepest blue eyes that could only belong to the artist himself; beside him was a girl with light blue eyes, blonde hair and a huge smile as she gazed up at the boy with delight.

Although the painting was beautiful and detailed, it's not the reason it caught my attention. It was the memory itself, it was so familiar that I can't help but feel as if it should be my memory too.

"Amazing job Mr. Jojo! You can write a description of your painting now if you'd like, and you should write your name. That way everyone knows you're the artist," Mrs. Ricketts said as she walked by the boys painting. The second he scribbled his name on the corner of the canvas I instantly remembered who he was and what was going on that night in the picture.

Flashback

It was cold and dark, with only the stars to light the way; but the stars couldn't help much when the garden seemed more like a jungle at night. The bushes were high over our heads and the trees began to sway in the wind, giving the garden an eerie appearance. Shadows casted overhead and the sudden twig snap frightened me so much that I held tightly onto Blossom's arm.

"Blossom," I mumbled shakily, "It's really dark, are you sure we're allowed in here?"

"Of course, Brick said it's okay as long as we don't hurt anything," Blossom assured me.

"Besides," Buttercup chipped in, "it's just a little camp out, it's not like we're going to burn the place down."

"But it's Mrs. Jojo's garden! The boys always talk about how she never lets anyone in there," I said, nervous.

"Well she's letting us now," Buttercup said, calmly. Suddenly out of the darkness, a figure ran past Blossom and me and headed straight towards Buttercup. Buttercup seemed as though she expected it because at the last second she swiftly moved out of the way, purposely leaving her foot out for the figure to clumsily trip over. Which he did. Once he was on the ground she pinned him while grabbing a glow stick from her back pocket. The light of the glow stick revealed it was Butch. Of course.

"What the heck stupid! If you had gotten one of my sisters I would've killed you, you know that right?" Buttercup growled.

"Relax I knew it was you the whole time, I'd never get them. That's not my job… it's theirs."

"What?!" As if on cue two more shadowy figures bolted from the same place Butch had. The first grabbed Blossom by the waist and dragged her off, with the glow stick shining you could just barely make out crimson eyes and a bright smile as he stole her away. Next thing I knew someone grabbed ahold of my hand and yanked me away from where I stood. I let out a small squeak of surprise and allowed myself be taken by my own kidnapper. Usually I would've been scared but my captor was somewhat gentle as he pulled me away and his hands were warm and comforting. Despite the fact that we don't hang out much, I knew him well enough to recognize his soft touch. We both were silent as he led us through the twists and turns of the dark garden until we came upon a small fire with a little tent nearby.

"Are you crazy?! Couldn't have just taken us to the campsite?" Blossom said as she joined us.

"No this way is way funnier," Brick smirked.

"You immature dolt!" Blossom screeched, while Brick just laughed. Moments later Buttercup showed up dragging a hysterically laughing Butch who had a small bruise on his chin.

"Um… Is he okay?" I asked, hesitantly. Buttercup just glanced at him and sat down.

"He'll live."

"What happened?" Blossom asked.

"Well-" Butch started.

"Nothing!" Buttercup interrupted. Everyone laughed at her sudden outburst and a small hint of pink started spreading across her cheeks. When the laughter died down, everyone began to do their own thing. Blossom started poking at the fire while Brick tried several times to steal her bow, Buttercup and Butch began to playfully push each other, trying to see who could get the other one out of their chair first. I stayed quiet for a while, a little nervous to be around the blonde haired boy; which is strange since I'm usually the outgoing one, but somehow ever since he gave me that rose at my family's Christmas party I found myself paying more attention to him and becoming shyer around him too. I didn't know why but I just don't know what to say when I'm around him so I don't talk to him often, but now I'm regretting it because this awkward silence is just killing me! A soft tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts; I glanced up to see a soft smile on his face.

"Want to go for a walk? Some places here look better at night," he whispered.

"Boomer, are you sure? What if our siblings get worried?" I asked.

"I don't think they'll notice, c'mon," he encouraged, holding out his hand for me to take. As soon as I did he pulled me up and we plunged into the sea of darkness.

After a few moments of wandering around I asked, "How do you know your way around so well? I thought no one besides your mom comes in here."

"My brothers and I sneak in a lot," he answered.

"Have you ever gotten caught?"

"Never," he said stopping in front of a huge bush. "Cover your eyes."

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as he led me farther into the garden, holding one of my hands while the other covered my eyes.

"It's a surprise." Soon we reached the spot and I was finally allowed to look; thousands of fireflies were dancing around a large pond and lighting up the world with their glow. The moon was shining beautifully over head with the stars to keep it company, there was an enormous tree that loomed over the pond in a way that made the entire scene seem enchanting.

I stood there with my mouth agap for several minutes, just staring at the scene before me until Boomer finally spoke, "Its great right?"

"It's amazing!" I breathed.

"This is my favorite spot to go at night," he said, quietly.

"I can see why, it's beautiful!"

"You know I could-"

"Boomer; get back here now or we'll shave your head!" Someone shouted. Boomer grabbed my hand again and ran back. When we rejoined the group the boys were laughing while Blossom was scolding Brick and Buttercup was just smiling.

"That was really mean!" Blossom shouted.

"Relax we might not do it," Brick said after he calmed down from his laughing spree.

"Might?!" I didn't catch what happened next because I focused my attention on Boomer who had an annoyed look on his face.

"Hey Boomer? What were you going to say back there?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh nothing really, just a thought," he said.

"What was it?"

"Did you like what you saw back there?"

"Of course, I said so like twice!"

"Oh yeah, guess you did," he laughed. "Would you like to go back someday?"

"Really? I can come back? Would you mom let me?"

"No but my brothers and I come here all the time, sneaking you in would be a piece of cake," he said calmly. I was nervous about sneaking in and I didn't want Boomer getting into trouble…even if he's always in trouble at school along with his brothers and Buttercup. I looked up at him to tell him I couldn't but when I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt as if I could get lost in them. Everything I was unsure about before flew out of my head and was replaced by a warm fuzzy feeling of certainty.

I smiled brightly at him and the words came out without a second thought, "Okay! Thanks Boomer!"

End Flashback

"He's Boomer?" I asked myself, but at the sound of his name he glanced up at me.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing!" I squeaked. Boomer gave me a very small smile, but it was enough to make my heart throb. He glanced over at my painting and his smile grew.

"You're a great painter," he said. I blushed and turned to look at my canvas. It was a picture of my sisters and me in a huge field playing tag. Blossom's hair was blowing in the wind as she ran away from me, since I was it and I was trying to catch Blossom; Buttercup was the most detailed in the picture; she had her hair sticking out in all directions and her skin almost glowing in the sunlight. She was positioned in a way that made her seem as if she just gracefully spun around and was ready to run at any moment. She held her head high with confidence and had a huge smile with a look of mischief in her eyes. Her clothes were loose and filthy with dirt dusting them.

"Thanks," I said. "So what do you miss?"

"Being with my old friends, I haven't seen them in four years. What about you? You miss being a kid?" he asked.

"I miss…" my sister. "…being a kid! Exactly!" I said, giving my best smile. Boomer looked at me for a second, as if he was thinking about my answer but then he gave a small shrug.

"Hey, after school…you want to get some ice cream?" He asked.

"Sure! I'd love to!" I said and just then, the bell rang.

Blossom's POV

After school was let out Brick and I casually walked to the store where we spent THREE HOURS figuring out what to buy for our poster. What I said about Brick making a good lab partner, I take it back. The entire time we were at the store, he kept fooling around to the point where I lost him. Twice. When I wasn't on a wild goose chase trying to find Brick, I was trying my best to keep a straight face at Bricks childish actions. He was so enthusiastic about everything and smiled such a heartwarming smile whenever I laughed. He made me feel happier and more relaxed then I've felt in years, and I know he's going to be such a distraction to my school work but half of the time I forgot about work and didn't care. By the time we got to his house it was empty and Brick quickly led me to the backyard with a laptop in his hand.

After receiving a questioning look from me he shrugged his shoulders. "Fresh air helps clear your head." We had only just started to research about mountain lions when Brick suddenly stood up. "I'm bored, want to look around?"

"But we just started," I said.

"So? We don't have to start on it right now, we have lots of time before it's due."

"I'd rather get it done now so I won't have to worry about it later."

"Nerd," he muttered. I glared at him.

"Dolt." Brick looked at me in shock for a moment, and then he smiled and leaned closer.

"Geek."

"Dunce."

"Bookworm."

"Imbecile."

"Brainy."

"Dull-witted."

"You know, all you've done so far is call me stupid; I'm smarter than you think."

"Oh really?" I scoffed.

"I bet that for every test, exam, report, or assignment I get for the next two months will be all A's. If they are then you have to do whatever I say for two months."

"And if you don't?"

"I'll get down on my hands and knees and beg for forgiveness until you're satisfied." I smiled and shook his hand.

"Deal!" Just when I said it he pulled my bow from my hair and ran. I ran after him of course, but struggled to keep up as he jumped over bushes and ran past hedges until he scrambled up a tree that held a huge tree house. "Brick, get down here and give me my bow back!" I shouted.

"If you want it back, then come up here and get it!" he called from the tree house's window.

"I'm not going up there."

"Suit yourself," he said and disappeared. I called for him for ten minutes straight and not once did I get a response from that senseless jerk! I finally decided to climb up and noticed the tree house was cluttered with books, magazines, CD's and pizza boxes, I wondered for a moment if Brick sometimes lived in here. When I glanced at him he had his eyes closed and headphones on with my bow in his hands. He looked so peaceful and relaxed and his was breathing so softly, I was curious to see if he was asleep and I crept over. But the second I tugged on my bow his eyes shot open and I couldn't help but let out a small squeak.

"You came," he said sleepily.

"You weren't really asleep, were you?"

"No," he yawned. "Just closing my eyes for a sec."

"I followed you up; can I have my bow now?"

"Why? You look good without it." I blushed and turned away in an attempt to hide it as I tore the red piece of fabric out of his hands. I heard him laugh and I looked down at the bow.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Okay Brick you've had your fun, can we finish our project now?"

"C'mon Blossy, stop being a spoilsport and relax," he said, leaning back to his previous position. I frowned.

"At this rate you'll never win that bet," I said, annoyed.

"Oh, I'll win that bet; and it will be as glorious as the view!"

"What view?" I asked while turning to look out the window. From the height we were at, we were able to overlook his entire back yard. The taller trees surrounding a spectacular garden began to cast shadows, covering everything they could. Some places had lights turning on, like a very impressive water fountain and the outside perimeter of the back yard and most of the tall hedges had lights draped over them. But the thing that caught my attention the most was the sunset; the sky erupted into lovely shades of blue, violet, and pink while the sun was an amazingly bright shade of a fiery orange. I just sat there, gazing at the setting sun until it disappeared and the cool night took over.

Bricks POV

"Okay Brick you've had your fun, can we finish our project now?" She said, annoyed. I was about to agree with her about our project when I glanced over her shoulder and saw the sun setting. I laid back down into my previous position to relax and hoped she'd move so I could watch the setting sun.

"C'mon Blossy, stop being a spoilsport and relax." I smiled a little to myself when I saw her frown; she hates it when I call her by some stupid nickname and ever sense we met I've grown to love bugging her.

"At this rate you'll never win that bet." Suddenly I had a brilliant idea, if I could get her distracted by the sunset, then I'd be able to watch it too. I smiled.

"Oh, I'll win that bet; and it will be as glorious as the view!"

"What view?" she asked, and just as I hoped she turned around. I cautiously moved beside her and watched the scene slowly unfold, but everything was forgotten when I glanced at her. Her slightly tanned skin seemed to glow in the sunlight and her eyes shined brightly, her hair was a long beautiful silky river of fiery red locks. Her plump pink lips were slightly open, as if she let out a faint gasp when she looked out the small window. She was beautiful.

Wait! This is BLOSSOM! I don't think she's beautiful! Never! I don't…do I? I shook my head violently and turned my attention back out the window, only to find it dark outside. How long was I looking at her? Blossom looked away from the window and gazed up at me with her abnormal pink eyes which sparkled in the moonlight and were filled with curiosity. We stayed there for a moment and I wouldn't have minded if we stayed like this a bit longer, but then I snapped out of whatever it was that made me feel this way and cleared my throat rather loudly.

"Oh I should… I should be getting home," she said. I nodded my head as she left me behind and I watched from the window. While she was picking up her stuff I realized something very important.

"Hey Bloss? How're you supposed to get home if you don't have a car?" She froze and I wished I was there next to her to see whether she blushed or not, she always seemed adorable whenever she had that pink hue in her cheeks. I scrambled down the tree and found she was blushing as I made my way towards her.

"Could you give me a ride home?" she asked, quietly. As a response I grabbed her soft, warm hand and led her to my car.

"So, how did you manage to get the same house you lived in four years ago?" she asked.

"Well we may have moved, but mother refused to sell the house. She loves her garden and was so upset so my dad decided to keep this place," I explained.

"Why'd you have to move?"

"Dad's job." Blossom nodded and we were silent the rest of the ride to her house. "So, same place tomorrow?" I asked as she was about to leave.

"Sure, I had fun. But we're doing actual work this time!"

"Fine," I laughed. And when she left I found myself actually wanting to go to school tomorrow.

A/N: Alright! That's the fourth chapter I hope you all liked it! I worked supper hard on this one and spent a lot of time thinking about it. I'm a bit iffy about this one but I'm hoping you guys will tell me what you think about it in the reviews. The thing I would like to ask most of you guys is this: What did you think of Bubbles' little lie to boomer about her painting, what you thought about the Reds, and how you're feeling about the story over all, mainly Buttercup cuz the story mainly revolves around her. Thanks for reading! Read and review!