Okay so I won't update for a week, because of camp. But after that I'm good :)

And PLEASE review! Reviews are good! I really like long reviews too, so those who think it might be annoying, and don't write long ones (and instead write one sentence), don't because I like them long. But if you like them short, then keep em' short. Anyway, I'll shut up now.

I reached over to my laptop, and saw the email flashing bright colors at me. I clicked it, and it popped up only three words. Those words said it all; after I read them I knew exactly what I was going to do. Those words weren't 'I am sorry', or 'I miss you'. No…they were…

"Me…you…skyscraper," I said reading them slowly, my eyebrows knitting together in frustration.

I frowned at the email, trying to understand why he wanted me to go there. You see, we sort of had this place we would go to. So if we wanted to keep things short, we would be like, "See you at the skyscraper!" It was our secret spot…

Like I said…it WAS our secret spot. Now it seems to me it was just a waste of my time.

I groaned, and put on some clothes; a pair of black jeans, a lime green tank top, a black jacket, and some sneakers.

"HEY!" I yelled down the stairs. "I'M GOING FOR A WALK! I'LL BE BACK LATER!"

"OKAY!" Bubbles yelled back.

I could here Blossom protesting…but who gives a crap?

I flew out my window, and out to the skyscraper.

It was the tallest one in Townsville, but nobody went up there. Well nobody except for Butch and I of course. It was located in the center, and was extremely easy to get to.

I floated up, and saw him standing there.

His back was facing me, but I could tell he knew I was there. I just stood there for a moment, taking him in. His black hair was blowing in the wind, and he was wearing black jeans and a green T-shirt, along with white tennis shoes.

"I knew you'd be here," I heard him say.

I froze, "Why did you want me here?"

Then without warning, he turned around and tackled me.

"HEY! URGH! BUTCH GET OFF!" I screamed, while kicking and punching him.

He was straddling me, while I lay on the ground. Then he leaned down, holding my wrists above my head.

"Just…shut up," he said menacingly hot.

Then he kissed me, hard.

I didn't move for a moment, even when his lips started moving against mine. He growled, and moved one of my hands to where he could hold both of my wrists in one hand. Then with the other, he grabbed my chin and opened my mouth, shoving his tongue in. It was too much for me to handle. I tried not to, I swear I did…

I kissed him back.

He was lying next to me, caressing my cheek. I had my eyes shut, and my head back against my arms.

"I'm sorry," he finally said.

I laughed slightly, smirking to myself.

"What?" he asked frowning.

"It only took you an hour of kissing, and five minutes of just laying here doing nothing for you to finally say that," I said grinning.

He glared, "At least I said it."

Then he got up, and leaned down over me, "I really am sorry…"

I sighed, "I swore to myself I wouldn't say this but…"

I smiled at him slightly, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have overreacted. It's your decision, whether or not to be good. And as much as I wish you were good…"

My voice trailed off on its own, as I looked away.

He put his finger under my chin, and pulled my head up. Then he gave me a small kiss on my lips. I pulled away, "I am with you, whatever you choose to do…on anything…no matter what topic. Even if it's over a block of cheese!"

He smiled, "Thank you. And I'll try to make exceptions…"

"Like…helping me fight crime?" I asked.

"Except that," he said frowning.

"Why?" I asked. "I mean…I don't want to get into another argument…I'm just curious…"

He looked away, "Buttercup…"

"Don't pout at me Butch, it ain't gonna work," I said glaring at him.

"Fine," he said. "I was born to be evil, I was raised to be evil…and so naturally…I'm expected to be evil!"

"Just switch sides then!" I said.

"You don't understand," he said looking down. "Nobody would understand, not my brothers, my dad, your sisters…not even Townsville's citizens!"

I looked down, "Just like our relationship…if that's what it is…"

He looked at me, "Now do you understand? Someone can't just switch sides. Nobody would trust me except you…"

He pulled my head back up to look at him, "And as much as I appreciate you understand, Buttercup…it's just-"

"Not good enough," I said slowly. "I know…I get it."

He pulled me into a hug, "We'll figure something out…don't worry."

"Dear Buttercup…"

I sat up in my bed, gasping, "W-where are you?"

"I'm right behind you…"

I turned around, as gasped as hands made there way to my mouth.

I looked down and saw that the hands weren't hands…they were claws.

"Shhhhh…" he said sinisterly.

A wet, slimy thing ran across my cheek…and I assumed it was his tongue. Butch did that to me a lot, but only to pick on me. The way this guy did it, was to show I was obviously powerless compared to him.

"If you're quiet and behave…no harm will come to you," he said.

I pushed against him, but it obviously made no difference…he was too powerful.

I don't know if it was just because I was a little afraid…or because I felt so weak near him, but I felt a tear make it's way down my cheek.

"Aw, don't cry Buttercup," he said wiping it away with his claw. "I thought you were the tough one…"

I am.

I caught on fire, which made him gasp and pull away.

"BLOSSOM! BUBBLES! BUTCH! HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP!" I screamed in panic.

Then something hit my head, and I blacked out.