A week later

Brick's POV

Things have been weird this last week. Not between Blossom and I because that's great, but it's Butch and Bubbles. They've been avoiding each other like they think the other has a plague or something. It's weird because they usually like to hang around and joke. Honestly, Bubbles has barley said anything in the last few days. It's kind of weird.

Anyway, I just walked into the kitchen to see her drumming against the table while looking outside. The beat was intense and angry – it could have made a nice heavy metal song. I know she's not writing a new song though. Her eyes are too vacant like she's trying to forget something.

"What's wrong?" I asked sitting down next to her. She turned her head to me and looked me in the eyes for a second before she fell into my arms crying. I wasn't sure what to do. I'm plenty mad because I know someone must have done something to make her upset, but I didn't want to hold her and Blossom see and take it as anything more.

Oh come on! You two are best friends practically! If Blossom can't handle that, then she can back off. A voice inside my head urged me. I hugged Bubbles even though I was a little leery. Voice, you're always getting me in trouble. Why should I listen to you? Because I'm honest. Bubbles is hurt. You need to find out who's ass you're kicking!

"Bubbles." I whispered. She pulled away from me looking miserable. She wiped her eyes pitifully.

"Brick." She trembled holding back a sob. "I'm sorry."

"What happened?" I asked. I need to know. It hurts to see her in so much pain.

"I... I can't tell you." She sighed heavily.

"You can tell me anything. Did Butch do something to you?" I asked. It seems logical I guess...

"NO!" She yelled too quickly. She was tense and looked even a bit nervous or scared.

Third Person POV

Boomer stood in the doorway watching his brother comfort his girlfriend in ways he'll never be able to. It made a lump grow in the back of his throat and honestly, he could have cried. He couldn't hide it from himself anymore. Brick will always be able to be there for her more than he can emotionally and physically.

"Aren't you going to stop them?" Buttercup whispered in his ear. He jumped a bit but looked at her and shook his head. Buttercup couldn't wrap her mind around why not.

"He's good for her. I... just have to trust them." He sighed. He didn't want to in the least – not after what happened, but he couldn't stand to see Bubbles in the pain she has been in the last few days.

"I know why she's stressing." Buttercup let out a heavy breathe and walked out onto the back balcony. Boomer followed a bit curious and confused. Mostly confused.

"Why?" He asked unknowingly.

"She found Butch doing marijuana and he told her not to tell. Butch told me." She informed him sadly. Boomer nodded. It had to be more than that. Little things like that don't stress her to this extent. He thought.

"Are you sure that Butch didn't do anything else?" Boomer questioned knowing both his girlfriend and his brother.

"What? You don't think he hurt her or anything? He wouldn't do that!" Buttercup got upset at the thought and it made Boomer back away cautiously.

"I just wouldn't put it pass him." He whispered trying not the set her off.

"Neither would I." She whispered lamely. "Sadly, neither would I."

Butch and Blossom Watching a science documentary on the Psychology Channel.

Blossom couldn't concentrate on one of the rare opportunities she had to just watch TV. She could feel it to the very bone that something was wrong in her family. Something very wrong. She tried to focus her eyes on the television screen in the den that she and Butch were watching. Butch didn't seem too into either. Just last week they had been so excited to see it and now, neither of them could sit still.

Blossom clicked it off frustrated and looked at Butch quizzingly. She knew there was something he wasn't saying. Butch just stared back looking confused.

"What?" He asked dumbly. Blossom cocked her head from one side to the other like she was trying to read his thoughts.

"I don't like being kept out of things. Butch, we're a family. All of us. I... wish you could see that... maybe you wouldn't be so secretive if you could. Buttercup might not see your inner turmoil, but I can." She told him seriously and got up.

Does she know? Butch thought seriously. Impossible. Bubbles is still avoiding me and stressing and Blossom would be straight forward about it – wouldn't she? Yeah... Blossom isn't the kind to beat around the bush. What was she talking about? I don't see us as a family... I mean... I love each and every one of them, but a family. Nah... not yet. Families know each other and don't keep secrets. Families aren't this screwed up. We're not a family.

A/N: I'm so sorry that it's so short after so long but I have big plans and plan on posting them really soon. I promise. Week tops. Maybe this weekend. Don't shoot me. I promise this is setting up hugely. Any guesses?