A/N: Hey guys, long time no see. I'm sorry I like forever, but I'll try to pick it up and like improve on the quality. This is buttercup and butch, next one will be either bubbles or blossom. The thing is guys, the fact that I'm continuing is because I'm still getting reviews and shit. So like if you guys review more often, I'll upload more often. ;)

'Brick and Bossy were out yesterday, any idea where they went.' Butch almost whispered to Buttercup, as they were walking to class. Buttercup shook her head in response, she had no idea that blossom had even gone anywhere. She made a mental note to ask Blossom, although something told her that butch already knew.

'On a scale of one to Mitch, how bad do you think my date will crash if I ask that Robin chick out?' Buttercup motioned to punch him in the arm before stopping herself.

'Fuck you, Butch, it's all your fault anyways.' She growled at the chuckling boy. It's not as if these words mattered to him.

'Why is it that you three are always scowling and we get more laughs than you?' maybe to butch this had been a simple retort but buttercup had actually thought about it before. The boys did seem more laidback than the girls. She scowled further, as if proving her point.

Out of all the three pairs, butch and buttercup actually sat in class beside one another. Neither knew why.

'I see you're getting along with my friends.' To an extent, this was a relief, this meant that whenever she hung out with her friends, she could do it while babysitting this one. But it also meant that even her free time with her friends was now a part of her duty.

'What can I say, even Mitch Michelson can't resist my boyish charms and Ryan Lee, I think has a thing for me.' Buttercup fought back the urge to smile and rolled her eyes.

'You are not funny.' She said, earning a smirk and wink from the boy beside her.

Math wasn't a class she spent happily, as was true for basically everyone and so that meant that she slept through it and butch drew dicks on her arm.

'BUTCH, I WILL END YOU.' This sentence seemed to have become a Townsville High mantra because of how often it was repeated and as per tradition Buttercup chased him to the cafeteria where her sisters would be.

'Hey BC, join us today?' It was Ryan who now stood between a hysterical Butch and herself. She was going to decline yet again when Mitch popped up from behind.

'Hey Buttercup can we talk?' she raised her eyebrows casually, nodding as she shrugged her shoulders. On her way out she tapped Blossom on the shoulder, informing her that Butch was not under her surveillance at the moment.

She stayed silent as he led her to the empty hallways. She caught him nervously scratching the back of his head. 'Something on your mind, fam?' She helped speed up the conversation.

'Yeah actually, you know how the other day you said you couldn't make it. Like, when the two of us were supposed to hangout.' Buttercup nodded, noting how he avoided the word 'date'.

'I really was bummed, I'd been meaning to watch an MMA ever since I heard that Townsville got a rink and all but like,' he paused, looking for the correct words. 'You're all literally like the finest bros I could've asked for and I don't want to ruin that.' He turned to look at her and she could feel the discomfort on his face.

'BC, we're literally incomplete without you, all of us. Ten years in the future, maybe even less, we'll remember the fun we had and all that shit. You wouldn't want to remember that guy you dated from your friends group and then you broke up and tainted all the good memories.' She felt something sink at the bottom of her stomach, Mitch wasn't ignorant.

All this time she had thought that Mitch had been ignorant, he knew all along and he ignored her on purpose. 'I'm an ass you see, I date girls and that lasts for about six months? I would kill myself if I saw you cry because I couldn't be a good enough boyfriend. Or like I got drunk and made out with another chick and that shit.' She nodded.

'Yeah man, don't worry about it.' She chocked, and it had sounded like a croak because he had turned his face away. 'If you hate me, then like do it because your life, but this way at least I'm not leading my best friend into a hopeless ditch. Please don't avoid us.' They had begun walking toward the cafeteria, Buttercup didn't feel like socializing anymore.

'I really appreciate it Mitch, honestly I do. It's really cool of you to say all that. Just give me a little time to compose myself.' She laughed, blinking hard so that the tears that had begun to brim would sink back.

'You'll be okay?' he asked, eyeing their table of friends.

'We're getting together at Ryan's place for pizza and videogames, trying to avoid princess' party. You're coming, no excuses.' He said heartily, as Buttercup stifled a laugh.

'I'll have to because it looks like Butch is more than ready to go.' She gestured towards the boy who was overly-excited about telling a story that everyone was listening to intently.

'Do me a favor and call him out, I forgot he had to be in keane's office right now.' She had lied to Mitch but she was glad because he was already on his way towards the table. Buttercup leaned against the wall, so that no one would see her as she shut her eyes and tears strolled down.

'Shit.' She cursed, wiping them off.

'Buttercu-'Butch cut himself, rushing towards her, a water bottle in his hand.

She didn't know why she had called him out, or why she was crying the way she was but Butch looked terrified.

'Shut up, butch.' She snapped, walking away from the silent boy.

'I didn't even say anything, Butterball.' He jogged to keep up with her.

Buttercup had walked outside the building and then flown up the roof, followed by Butch.

'STOP FOLLOWING ME.' She screamed at him once they were alone on the roof.

'YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CALLED ME OUTSIDE.' He yelled back at the girl who was now full blown crying. 'I hate you.' She hissed, advancing towards him, while he stood still.

She balled her fist and aimed it at the boy standing a few inches from her, he didn't block. She saw blood tip down his chin but he didn't flinch, it reminded her of how Brick hit him. She stepped back, hands over her mouth in horror.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Butch.' She began in a hoarse voice, slowly taking steps back. Butch had used his hand to wipe the blood from his jaw, rubbing the spot she had so harshly punched.

'Look I didn't mean to, I don't even know what I'm doing right now.' She began pacing the roof keeping a clear radius from the ruff.

Butch just sat down where he was, his back towards Buttercup. He uncapped the bottle of water, drank from it and put it next to him. He did not want to face the raging girl at the moment. He could sense that she was slightly afraid of him, even if she would never admit it.

After a while, she had exhausted herself and came to sit next to the boy, taking a sip from his bottle. Butch hadn't said a word since they got up here.

'I'll make it up to you, do you want another ice-cream or something?' she said, rubbing her swollen eyes.

'Buy me lunch and ice-cream, and I won't tell blossom that you cried or that you hit me.' He smiled in that goofy childlike way. Buttercup muttered a 'whatever' but she was secretly grateful, dinner is a small price to pay for her self-esteem.

She would never thank him, just like she knew he wouldn't thank her. It's not as if they were friends. If it hadn't been for this artificial bonding, they wouldn't even be spending time together. She did, however, acknowledge the fact that this could have been worse.

'How did you get so good at self-control anyway?' she whispered, looking down at her hands.

'Brick was-.' He cut himself short, shaking his head but she understood. Or at least she felt as if she did.

'Yeah.' She added, to let him know that he didn't have to continue.