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I was lying on a towel, soaking in the nice warm sun.

I was out on the beach, because…well I could. It was summer, so why not?

I had on my forest green one-piece (my dad wouldn't allow bikinis), and my white sparkly sunglasses. Did I care for sparkles? No, but the hot guys on the beach did.

There were people everywhere, some playing ball, some just relaxing. Most of the people were kids and couples (or at least I assumed they were, since they were kissing). I laid back on my elbows, shutting my eyes for a brief moment, when I heard a beach ball hit someone.

I knew it hit someone, because the person yelled angrily (more like cursed).

I looked over to my left, where the noise was coming from, only to see my worst nightmare.

Butch Jojo.

He stood up from where he was sitting, and tried to hunt down the person that threw it at him. He saw me, and stared for a moment.

I lowered my glasses slightly, giving him a look that basically said 'yeah, it wasn't me A-hole'.

He looked around for the person once again, (after glaring at me), and a few kids came running up to him.

"Hey mister, can we please have our ball back?" one little chubby kid with freckles asked.

"Well you know, I would…but it probably caused permanent damage to my head," Butch said coldly.

I got up; I knew where this was going to lead. I walked over towards him, and he didn't notice me just yet.

"Well, we are sorry mister," the kid said. "We didn't mean to throw it at you…"

"Yeah well I didn't mean to get hit in the head either!" Butch said glaring at them.

"Butch!" I said walking up next to him. "Just let it go…"

He glared at me, "mind your own business Blubberbutt…"

I smirked at that nickname, "That's a new one…"

He glared at me once more, and then returned to glare at the kids, "I don't really feel like giving this ball back. I feel like popping it actually…"

The kids gasped in horror (hey when you are little, having your beach ball popped is pure torture).

I stood out in front of the kids, "hand over the ball Butch, this isn't worth getting upset over."

He glared at me, "I thought I said to mind your own business."

"I don't really give a crap what you said," I said angrily. "just give them the ball."

"Make me," he said glaring at me.

I stood there for a moment, before grabbing the ball quickly, and turning around to face the kids, "here…take it before he beats the crud out of you."

"Thank you," one said before they ran off.

I turned around to glare at Butch, "Oh you're going to make the perfect father someday Butch."

"And your point is?" Butch asked rolling his eyes.

"What was all that about anyway?" I asked angrily.

"Nothing," Butch said smirking. "but it seemed to catch your attention."

I opened my mouth, and then shut it, "Moron."

He grinned, before pretending to be sad, "How come I haven't seen you in forever Butterfly?"

"Don't call me that," I said glaring at him. "And because I didn't want to see YOU."

He frowned for a moment, before grabbing my arm and dragging me into an old abandoned life guard house.

"Butch! What are you-"

He cut me off when he pushed me against the wall.

He leaned down, and kissed me with full force.

Oh here we go again…

He pulled away slightly, and licked my lips…leaving me breathless. I opened my mouth slightly, which he took as an advantage. He shoved his tongue in my mouth, tasting everywhere in my mouth.

Then he pulled away, kissed me all over my neck. I decided to let out everything with that.

"BUTCH WHAT THE F***!" I screamed at him. "GET OFF MY YOU PERV! YOU CAN'T JUST KISS WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT!"

I was breathing heavily, trying to ignore his touches of pure bliss.

He pulled away smirking, "Feel better?"

I sighed, "I little…"

"You know," he said leaning back down, caressing my face. "You're pretty damn hot when you're mad…"

Then he kissed me again.

I traced the lines of his abs, and chest muscles with my hands. Then I leaned up, and bit his ear, whispering to him, "You know how you said I was hot when I was mad?"

"Yeah...?" he sighed.

"You are too," I said kissing him again.

(TIME SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!)

"Buttercup," Blossom said coming into my room. "You didn't sign out of your email this morning."

"I never do," I said. "It's MY laptop…not yours. Why were you spying on me?" I asked looking up from my supper.

"No, my laptop was currently downloading files, so I decided to borrow yours for a moment to check MY emails," she said. "But as I was signing out of your account, I saw someone emailing you that I didn't recognize."

"Did you click it?" I asked getting a little angry.

"Yes," she said. "And it was an email from someone by the name…'Hotsexybeast123'."

I almost hyperventilated with that…because Hotsexybeast123…was Butch.

Yeah he gave me his email…

"The email said, and I quote, 'Dear Butterbabe, I think you are the hottest babe on the planet. And even though you can be a bitch, I still think you are cute (please don't kill me because I said that). Love, your prince charming," Blossom said eying me suspiciously.

Bubbles swallowed her ramen noodles slowly, looking at me and Blossom back and forth.

"Alright first, you shouldn't have opened that email," I said. "It's personal. SECOND, it doesn't matter who Hotsexybeast123 is, because it's my business."

She glared at me, "I want to know who it is you're emailing. And if you won't tell me, I'll find out."

"You are just jealous that I found someone before you," I said angrily. "You still wish the red rowdyruff would visit you in the middle of the night."

She glared at me, "That's not true, and you know it! Besides, I'd rather be single my whole life than fall in love with a criminal, and be blinded by love so much, that it puts both of my sisters in danger…aka a boiling pot of lava!"

The fork I was holding to eat my ramen broke in half, when I squeezed it too hard out of anger, "I was FIVE!"

"Well 'I' seemed to be intelligent enough when I was five, to know the difference between true love and danger!" Blossom said angrily. "Besides, I could attract anyone if I wanted to."

"Ha! Yeah right! You don't have enough attractiveness to attract a cow!" I said angrily.

"Well since I'm prettier than you, that must mean you are down with the pigs!" Blossom said angrily.

I stood up angrily with that, and was about to throw down when Bubbles cut in, "Guys stop! This isn't helping anything!"

Blossom and I continued to glare…neither of us moving.

"Blossom, Buttercup can email who she wants…she's not stupid. Buttercup…" Bubbles said looking from Blossom to me. "Buttercup please just try to chill…"

"You'd think that would be easy to do around miss ice princess," I muttered. "Her breath isn't the only thing that's cold…"

"Buttercup!" Bubbles said standing up, giving me a look that said 'just stop'.

I picked up my ramen bowl, got a new fork, and headed upstairs, "I'll take this to go."

It was always easy to tell whose room was who.

Our old humongous room was cut into three little ones about five years ago when we were twelve. The room door on the left was blue, which just so happened to be Bubbles' room. The one in the middle was pink, and was Blossom's. The one on the right, in the corner, was lime green…which was obviously mine.

I stormed into my room angrily, with my chicken flavored ramen.

I set my bowl down on the table next to my bed, and fell onto the plush lime green comforter. I grabbed a pillow off my bed, and screamed in it for about five minutes. Then I fell back, only to see Butch emailing me on the laptop that was on the edge of the bed.

I leaned down and clicked it:

Hey babe, what's up?

I answered back:

Nothing, just sister issues.

Red or Blondie?

Red…-_-

Figures. She bein' a bitch?

Don't call her that Butch, she's not a bitch.,,

o_O

…Okay fine she is, but that's not the point. She almost discovered you…

Yeah I know, she answered back the email I sent you saying 'GO AWAY YOU RETARD!'.

OMG SHE WHAT?

Chill Butterfly, I knew it wasn't you. You would have called me something worse than retard… ;)

Gee, thanks Butch. -_-

Hey, I left you something to cheer you up…

Left me what, and where?

Look out the window…

I turned to the window to see him floating there.

He waved at me smirking, and was holding something behind his back.

I opened the window, "How did you-?"

"I fly abnormally fast," he said grinning. "Here…happy early birthday."

"Butch…my birthday isn't until August," I said slowly. "It's June…"

He smirked, "Well happy early birthday is WAY better than happy late birthday."

I grinned, "So what did ya get me?"

"Nothing much, but I figured I had to get you SOMETHING," he said.

"Well, I suppose coming from you, that was very thoughtful," I said smiling slightly.

He held up bouquet of yellow buttercups, "I hope you realize it took my ten whole minutes to find these…"

I laughed, "Oh I'm sorry it took you so long…"

"Hey I had to cover half of the U.S," he said. "I guess they aren't in season or something."

I smiled and took the flowers, "Thank you Butch…although I was expecting a football with a ribbon tied around it…"

He grinned, "Do you want one?"

"Not really, I'm just saying I wasn't expecting flowers," I said. "Thank you."

Then I kissed him lightly, and he pretended to float to heaven.

He lowered back down, "Goodnight Buttercakes…"

"Goodnight Butchie-boy," I said as he flew off.