Don't Fall For Me

Chapter Twenty

"Now what are you going to do?" Buttercup says, she was getting tired of being forced unto the wall by the guy. She couldn't possibly push him off. He was really heavy.

Drake smiled widely, as if he was really insane or something. He held the scissors and put them up to the girl's hair. "What are you—" Then she heard, the snipping sounds. Her hair was cut.

"Now don't you look beautiful?" Drake snickers. Buttercup looked down, as if not believing parts of her hair were at the ground. She was shaking, almost wanted to cry.

"Now, now." Drake whispers, holding her cheek and caressing her really short hair. "Don't cry." He says as he pecks her neck, nibbling it little by little. Buttercup's hands were on his chest and without any second thought, she pushed the guy hard. It was hard enough to send the guy flying and landing on the bed.

Before the two could continue their fight, the Professor comes in. He was smiling like he was going to receive the Nobel Prize or something. He was holding unto a white and fluffy long dress, to which Buttercup could see that it was hers.

"What are you two doing? Save it for the honeymoon!" The professor exclaims, still being so darn happy about everything. Drake smiled as he winked at Buttercup, looking all too disgusting. It made her want to puke on his face.

The professor was dragging little Buttercup and even commenting how nice her new hair was, to which Buttercup looked saddened, she didn't want to tell her father what had happened between her and Drake. The Professor made her try on the dress. Buttercup looked at herself in the mirror, wanting this whole thing over with. She could remember Butch's face when he actually believed he was a guy. She remembered his face when Karin had broken his heart. She remembered his face when he was drunk. She remembered his face when he cuddled her, saying I love you. All she could think of was Butch. She knelt down, tears slowly came flowing. She wiped them gently with her hands, not wanting anybody to see her crying. She felt weak. She wore her shoes, pretty high-heeled but she could handle walking in them. She walked around in circles, practicing them. Then she stopped, looking at herself in the large mirror. She was thinking of what would Butch say when sees her wearing the wedding dress. She placed her hand on her hair, feeling so brand new.

"Buttercup?" Professor comes in, smiling while positioning the camera. "Come here; let me take a picture of you." He says. Buttercup couldn't walk towards him. She wanted to be with Butch. He took a lot of pictures of her nonetheless, saying how beautiful she looked. She couldn't smile. She just, couldn't.

Now, the day of the wedding…

Everybody clapped their hands, wanting to see the bride and groom. Much to the professor's surprise, Blossom and Bubbles was there. They wore similar dresses, but Blossom's was pink as Bubbles' were baby blue. They were drinking as they were talking about how disgusting the whole thing was.

"Aren't the boys coming?" Bubbles whisper.

"No, doesn't look like it. They were pretty pissed at Buttercup."

"What about Butch?"

"I don't know. He's getting really emotional."

"Poor guy."

The two looked around, hopelessly finding for Buttercup. They didn't want to notice or talk to the Professor so they didn't. They avoided him at all costs.

Then the worst thing happened—the bells clang endlessly as everybody cheered and clapped their hands. Blossom turned, looking at the giant golden doors open with a flash of light appearing next. Buttercup came out, wearing a beautiful white wedding dress. Her face was concealed with a veil, but Blossom could see her face, she was covered in make up with no smile. She could see the sadness in her eyes as she was looking down on her feet as she walked down the aisle. Blossom couldn't help but feel sorry for her sister, being forced to do such a thing.

Before things could happen, Blossom could feel her arm being tugged by her other sister. Bubbles stood beside her, holding her arm tightly. "Blossom, let's go." She says. Blossom still had no idea what's going on with Bubbles. Nevertheless, she followed her sister to the front, where the Professor and groom are. Blossom's eyes widened as her eyes met with her father's. She wasn't really happy about seeing him, but he was. He slowly came towards them, wanting to give them a big hug. Bubbles had her arm in the way, looking at their father angrily. "Dad, stop this wedding at once." She lets out; it wasn't that loud, not loud enough for others to hear. The professor stopped as he looked sad. Bubbles was still going on and on about the wedding.

Blossom looked at the windows, seeing a familiar figure through it. She couldn't help but leave her sister's and dad's argument to go outside. She ran as fast as she could, making her way to the garden outside. She saw him. There he was, standing there wearing a tux.

"Butch…"

He was carrying a bouquet too, filled with daffodils and roses. He walked up towards Blossom as he scratched his head. He was even blushing. "I came… to congratulate her." Blossom felt her heart skip so fast, she placed her hands on his collar, wanting to strangle him. Why did he give up so fast? She could feel the anger go through her head. The only thing missing was her screaming and yelling at him, telling him how he's such an idiot. Before she could really yell at him, someone was speaking through the speakers. It was her voice no doubt. Buttercup was announcing something, something that caught Butch's attention. Blossom quickly let go and went back inside, dragging Butch along. "You better be ready. Bubbles was right, Buttercup never intended to go through all of this." Blossom whispered as her grip on Butch tightened. Butch couldn't say anything after that. The two of them entered as they saw Buttercup on the stage, wearing that long and fluffy white dress. Her veil was pulled back, revealing her face. Blossom could notice right away that her hair was cut shorter. Buttercup wasn't smiling, or crying. She stood there straight, looking directly at the crowd. Her eyes moved towards Blossom who was panting heavily from running so fast. She also eyes Butch, who was staring at her. Almost as if he was telling her how beautiful she looked right now.

Buttercup grabs a hold of her dress and took a deep breath. "I'm not marrying Drake. I'm not marrying him, I don't love him. He's a crazy asshole who almost assaulted me and cut my hair. I'm not marrying a psycho." She said, almost screaming. She could feel her throat dry out. Now she was the one who was panting quite heavily, but that wasn't the end of her speech.

"I am not agreeing to this shit. I'm not agreeing on marrying anybody out of your interest, Professor." She continues, turning her eyes at her father, who was held back by Bubbles. Drake had lost it too, with his hands shaking and eyes getting bigger and bigger. He ran towards the girl, wanting to kill her. Before he could though, someone intervened. He blocked Drake's hand, punching him in the face as he went flying and landing on the floor. They could tell that the punch was strong enough to leave him unconscious. Buttercup blinked, she could see and recognize that tall and bulky back. It couldn't have been anyone. He turned his head towards her, smiling as he gave out the bouquet. Butch was finally smiling, and at Buttercup too.

She couldn't even control herself anymore. That face, that smile—it was something she wanted to see all this time. She hopped and grabbed his neck. She smiled and laughed, with her tears slowly falling out. "I'm so happy!" She lets out as she hugs him tightly, never wanting to let go. "I'm sorry." She says, again and again as she buries her head in his chest, to which he grabbed her waist and landed his chin on her head. "It's okay." Bubbles smiled brightly, one of her most famous smile. She giggled as she saw the two hug each other.

But that wasn't the end of it…

Just as the two were exchanging their apologies and kisses, Butch saw as Drake went up to them, carrying a knife. Before he could do anything with the knife, he was kicked—kicked in the gut hard. He landed back to the ground without getting his revenge. Butch sighed; relieved of everything that's happening. He then looks up to see his brother, Brick. "Am I too late?" he asks, getting rid of the dirt on his shoe. Butch smiled, "No, it's just getting started." All of them fled the scene, leaving everything and everyone. Before departing her precious father though, Buttercup turns around and sticks her tongue out casually. They all run from the church, with Butch and Buttercup running hand-in-hand.

"Let's go and make more memories then, shall we?"

"Idiot."

"You're the idiot."

"No, you are. Always getting into trouble and not telling me anything."

"…"

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"You still… came."

"It was because you made me fall for you…"

"…when you were the one who said 'Don't fall for me'"

End