Before you yell at me, i know. I basically dropped off the face of the earth. I'm a a-hole. I've just had sooo much going on. I promise you it'll get better.

And now, the long awaited GREENS CHAPTER! :D

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She couldn't take it...the tension.

It had appeared ever since that night when she almost died. He had been so...caring. So, not Butch.

Sure, it hadn't been as bad ever since Butch had come back from getting 'supplies'. Buttercup hadn't asked about it, but she had thought about it ever since; and if it was possible, she felt the tension grow.

What happened that night? Buttercup suddenly thought of the bruises, the cuts on Butch's arms when he had returned. He had ignored Buttercup's questioning stare, and went strait to his room, slamming the door in the process. Buttercup shook her head, wanting the image of Butch out of her head. As always, it stuck with her, despite her attempts.

Maybe it was just her. Yeah, that's it. Butch couldn't possibly feel the...same. If he did, he sure as hell didn't show it.

Stupid Butch. With his uncaring, yet charming attitude. His toned muscles, short black hair, and gorgeous emerald green eyes, that seemed to sparkle when he got excited, or angered.

Whoa.

Where the hell did that come from?

"Do we have any cereal left?" A voice rang through her thoughts, making her jump. She turned to her counterpart, her hand automatically finding the back of her neck. She avoided his piercing gaze, fearing she wouldn't be able to look away.

"Um...I think so. We probably should go shopping soon." She spoke, looking toward the open cabinet that no longer held food. He followed her gaze, nodding.

"Yeah, that would be smart. Wanna go now? Surprisingly enough, New York's food stores are pretty packed by noon." He said, nodding toward the open screen door that showed the sun rise, and the busy cars, all rushing to their everyday lives at work. Buttercup watched the millions of people below. They were all so clueless, so unaware to what was really happening in their world at the moment.

Buttercup missed ignorance.

"Hello? Buttercup, don't go all catatonic on me." Butch started to poke her forehead, before Buttercup slapped his hand away.

"Sorry, I'm just tired. It's too freaking early for me to be up." She said, letting out a fake yawn. Truthfully, she couldn't sleep. Too many dreams about...well, they weren't really...'PG'. Buttercup bit her lip as Butch stared disbelievingly at her.

"Okay, whatever. Get dressed, and we can go." Butch said, retreating to his room. Probably to put on a shirt; he only had jeans on. Buttercup began to retreat to her room as well, before registering what he said...get dressed. Buttercup's eyes widened, and paused mid-step. Looking down, her cheeks turned scarlet. She was still in her pajamas; green plaid shorts, and a sports bra.

"Oh my god." She muttered, collapsing against her door frame.

And as she face-palmed, she swore she heard a certain green-eyed boy snicker from behind a closed door.

20 minutes later, after Butch had put on a shirt, and Buttercup, well, put on clothes, they stood in one of the many isles of the near-by super market. Butch was examining two boxes of cereal- Fruity Pebbles, and Frosted Flakes. He looked conflicted, gazing between the two desperately. Buttercup sighed and rolled her eyes.

The boy was so dramatic.

"...Fine. We can get both!" Buttercup said, her hands resting on her hips. Butch widened his eyes and looked to Buttercup gratefully, his face that of a 3 year old child.

"Really?" He practically squealed.

Buttercup had to stop herself from smiling. He was just too cute.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." She said, walking the cart toward the end of the isle. Butch stood in his place a little while, watching Buttercup walk away with a goofy grin on his face. Buttercup felt eyes on her and whipped around. Butch quickly turned to a shelf, his cheeks turning pink.

Buttercup shook her head, muttering 'weirdo' before turning into the next isle.

Though secretly, her stomach was doing somersaults in joy.

"Oh my god! I don't believe you."

Buttercup buried her face into the side of the couch, laughing hysterically. Butch sat beside her, laughing as well.

After the store, Blossom had called Buttercup to tell her about her and Brick's encounter with Princess. When Butch had found out, he demanded they celebrate.

And celebrate they did.

They sat in the living room of their apartment, the TV playing music faintly in the background. On the coffee table sat a bottle of vodka, and two bowls of cereal; one Fruity Pebbles, one Frosted flakes.

"I swear to you. Remember that one time when Mojo didn't bother you guys for a whole week?" Butch spoke, raising a spoon full of cereal to his mouth.

Buttercup's mouth made a small 'O' shape. "That was you?" Butch nodded proudly.

"Yup. So, a week without crime, thanks to Butch Jojo. You can thank me now."

"I don't think accidentally dying Mojo's hair pink and making him go into hiding really needs gratitude..."Buttercup spoke, chuckles still escaping her lips.

"Hey. It was funny as hell. Don't bring me down." Butch made a mock-mad face at Buttercup, and she bit her lip. Stop being attractive! She mentally screamed.

Butch stared down at Buttercup's lips, and as if he read her mind, he quickly turned away. Buttercup grabbed her bowl of cereal and took a big bite.

Weird.

Butch, who was still facing away from Buttercup, cleared his throat, his voice suddenly sounding horse.

"...Buttercup?" He asked, looking at her from the corner of his eye tentatively.

"Hmm?"

"...Do you miss it? Townsville."

Buttercup grew silent, staring intently at the ground. Butch turned toward her fully, pain etched across his face.

"...for what it's worth Butters, I'm sorry. I'm so...so...so...sorry..." Butch spoke, his voice cracking on the word, 'sorry.' He grabbed a hold of her hands, trying to ignore the tiny spark he got when he did. She looked up, her green eyes meeting his.

"For...what?" She whispered.

A bitter-sweet chuckle escaped his lips, and he looked to the ground in shame.

"Just, remember that, please."

"O-okay..." She whispered, still shocked by the lack of space between them.

Butch smiled sadly, and then...

He leaned in and kissed Buttercup, a tear running down his face as he did.