Ok, so this chapter was inspiried by Quanktumspirit, she requested it. Sorry I took forever to update guys, I'm not dead, just writters block, and based off that, this is the last chapter although technically the story's done!

Now, using my vocabulary words I recently learned, these shorts are not canon and do not contirbute to the story or were "included" in the story timeline! Thanks (Although I think I sorta explained that earlier in the 1st short or something?... whatever.)

Boomer, now dressed as Betsie, tied her tennis shoes onto her feet by the door, dreading today. It was Februrary 14, and the Valentine day dance was that night.

She didn't want anyone asking her to be her valentine, ask her to the dance or anything! And she was getting kinda nervous, she's noticed her friends (excluding Buttercup) have been acting kinda weird latly. She peaked up at Brick.

"Do I have to go to school today?" She squeaked softly.

"Are you sick?"

Boomer sighed already knowing where this was gong. "Never mind" She huffed, and exited the house to where Butch was waiting on his motorcycle. She jumped on and they drove off to school, Betsie squeezing tighter than normally from her anxiety.

"Hey you ok back there? You're not scared are you?" Butch teased.

"No, no, its... nothing." She said, deciding to just let her anxiety go and decide she's worrying about nothing. He dropped her off, and she tried her best to enter the school unnoticed by anyone who weren't girls. And to try to make herself more inconspicuous, she wore a knit sewater and long slightly baggy jeans, not even hinting at any sort of cleavage, curves, or other girly willies that attract boys.

But soon she ended up bumping into someone anyway.

"Betsie! Hey!" She heard behind her. She turned around.

"Tyler!... hey." She kinda mumbled and shifted uncomfertably.

"I know this is kinda sudden with the dance being tonight and all, but i thought i'd be more thoughtful to do it on today, 'cause, you know, girls like that sweet stuff, I guess and..." He babbled for a while, but after he mentioned dance, Betsie only got paler as she knew what he about to say.

"Anyways!" He shook his head to focus. "Will you come to the Valentine's day dance... as my valentine?" He asked with those puppy dog eyes.

"uuuuhhhhh, I'd love to! But I can't... because I already have a boyfriend I'm going with... yea! That's it. And if it wasn't for that, I'd totally go with you, cuz you're like my best friend and totally sweet and awesome, ok, don't take it too hard, alright, bye!" Betsie turned to try and escape but before she could get too far she heard him call back.

"Wait! Who is it? I never see you with anyone. I never would have asked you if I had even a hint of you being taken." Tyler said, still disappointed despite Boomer's efforts to make sure he wasn't too crushed.

"Uh... He's totally real..." Betsie kinda dogdge the question.

"Yea... and who is he?" Tyler asked.

"J... Jeremy." Betsie made up, darting hereyes left and right.

"Who?"

"uuhhh.."

"Doesn't matter, I'll meet him at the dance. I'll make sure I approve of this guy for you, Betsie, because I want you to be happy."

"uuuuhhh..."

"If he's not there, save me a dance?" He smiled a lopesided smile at her.

"Uuhhh..."

"Ok, bye!"

Shoot! Betsie thought to herself. She kept repeating it over and over in her head until the end of the day where she met up with Butch... Butch... Wait a minute! She hopped on and waited until he sped off down the street to talk to him.

"So, Butch..." She started, sounding familiarly like someone flirting.

"Whats up blondie?"

"There's this Valentine dance today... 6:00, right?"

"Ugh, I have to drive you somewhere else?! Can't you just stay home?"

"Well, right, except someone's expecting me to be there... with my boyfriend..."

Butch a weird feeling from the conversation like he could sense where Boomer was going with this, but decided to ignore it and not jump to conclusions.

"Ha, you accepted a date?!" He chortled to himself, imaging a flustered Boomer having to say yes to a guy.

"Nooo..."

"You... gonna find some school boy to pay to be your boyfriend?" He asked again, his chuckling dying down, as his feeling sarted getting assured.

"Nooo."

Butch pulled the Motorcyle onto the side of the road.

"Boomer, I am not going to the dance with you as your *gag* boyfriend!"

"B-b-b-but, I told him I had a boyfriend named Jeremy and I-"

"Oh! And you want me to go as a Jeremy?! That's a sissy name! Why didn't you just say my name?"

"I didn't know he'd want proof! I totally wasn't even planning on going."

"Then why din't you tell him that?"

Boomer looked about ready to retort, his mouth opening, and then he closed it, his eyes, roaming upwards in thought, then his face scrunched up in foolish feeling realization.

"Yeah. I'm not going." Butch got back on the motorcycle, but found his foot weighed down with something. He looked dwn to see Boomer clinging to his ankle with dear life.

"Please! Please?! Butch! Please! PLEASE!?"

"Ok! Ok, you're gonna glitch up." Butch finally gave in. "But Don't let ayone call me Jeremy. Say my nickname's... Shredder" He purred.

"What? You mean like Ninja Turtles?" Boomer asked, from his position of the floor. Butchgave him a deadpan look then drove off without him.

"Wait! No, Butch wait, I'm sorry!don't leave me!" Boomer said running after him, before taking off flying in a navy blue streak.

That night at the dance, the gym was drowing in the color pink and hearts in a varying array of colors from pink to violet. Betsie walked in in a light blue ("I'll never wear Pink!") rippling dress and strap wedges, the easiet "heels" he could hear.

Butch walked in beside him in a tux, with a green under vest ("Red is my thing" Brick had said). Betsie's hair was in an up-do, coming down in curls.

"Ok, we just got to find Tyler, introduce you, then sneak out." Betsie relayed.

"Yes, and you'll introduce me as?"

"'The Rock'" Betsie said. Butch nodded and looke around. Betsie took that chance to giggle under her breath "'Johnson.'"

"What was that?" Butch asked sharply.

"Nothing!" He stood up straight at the sudden questioning. They walked around, either listening to a peppy love song or a slow love song. They soon found Tyler. He looked dejected as he saw the obvious real boyfriend.

"Hi, Tyler. So like I said, this is my boyfriend-"

"Butch?!" Betsie and Butch froze ridged at the sudden and familiar voice. Betsie darted her eyes around and spotted Buttercup walking up from behind Tyler. Of course she'd be sitting at his table! Butch quickly released Betsie and moved over to her.

"What's up babe?" He flirted. Betsie meant to mentally face palm herself, but the situation was such a mess, she did it in real time. Tyler look over at her confused.

"Wait, what's going on?"

"Oh!" Betsie giggled nervously, grabbing at Butch and bringing him back to beside her. "Jeremy is just such a womanizer, flirts with anything in skirt~!"

"Womanizer?" Butch asked, with a hurt look on his face. Then hisface changed to a lsightly threatening one. "Did you just call me Jeremy?"

Betsie matched his glare. "Yes, you can consider it punishment."

"Butch what's going... Are you going out with Betsie?" She asked.

"What, no!" He said, moving to go back to Buttercup.

"He means yes!" Betsie said panickly at Tyler, jerking Butch back to his side.

"Ok, what's really going on?" Tyler and Buttercup asked. Butch turned to her too.

"Yea, what's really going on?"

Boomer glared at Butch, remembering to do something awful to him later. But she sighed and gave in, releasing Butch's arm.

"I lied to you that I have a boyfriend so that I didn't hurt your feeling, when the truth was... i never wanted to come to this valentine day thing in the first place." Betsie dared looking over at Tyler, who was chuckling to himself.

Great, I made him crazy. Betsie thought.

"Why didn't you just say so?" Tyler said, laughing at how adorable Betsie was being.

"Wha! Wha!" She turned to Butch, who shrugged as if to say 'I told you so.' "Wha! Ugh. Whtever. Then I'm going home." She turned around and crouched, ready to blast through the roof, but she found Butch holding the top of her head down stopping her flight short, remindnig him not to blow his cover.

"Oh yea. Bye." She walked off.

"That was weird." Buttercup said. "But while your here?" She gestured to the dance floor.

"Oh yea, baby." They dance with head bangs and rock movements while a slow song was playing.

"By the way," Buttercup started, slowing her movements enought o get words out. "How'd Betsie get you, a rowdyruff, to be her boyfriend?"

Butch rolled his eyes. "Girl, that's a story for another time."

Ok, I guess this short wasn't really that short. But I hope you enjoyed, i hope Quanktumspirit enjoyed it and that it was sort of what she had in mind and is not furious for taking so long! Thanks for joining me through this story, and see you next one!