Author's Note: If you want a point of view from a certain character, just ask! Any character, as long as they have actual significance to the story. :3

"He couldn't have cheated, Buttercup. Maybe he just has skills and isn't scared of you."

"But that's impossible, Blossom!"

"Well, maybe he made impossible possible."

"Shut up, Bubbles!" Blossom and I shouted in unison. She held her stuffed, amethyst colored octopus, Octi, and snuggled beneath the pink covers of Blossom's bed.

"I think you should at least give him a chance, though."

"Why, Bubbles? Can't you see that he's beneath me?"

"I half-heartedly agree, Bubbs. Butch would be much better for her."

I turned to Blossom.

"What the hell? Butch is my friend, I'm not gonna screw that up!"

"Has Butch ever had a girlfriend?"

"I'm sure he has. Sluts, too."

Blossom sighed, probably due to my choice of words I used to describe Butch's exes. But I call it like I see it.

"Mitch seems more like BC's type if she would stop being so stubborn…"

"Bubbles, you wouldn't know!"

She sighed.

"So what are you gonna do?" Blossom asked finally.

"I'm gonna beat him in his own game, that's what! He thinks he can just waltz up here, a new kid, steal my friends, and steal my title? Bull crap!" I snarled, already plotting revenge in my mind.

"Don't do anything drastic, Buttercup. You don't know what his intentions are," Blossom warned. Was she taking up for him, too? Apparently, Bubbles had the same puzzled expression on her face. But wasn't she also defending him? What the hell?

"Oh, trust me, I won't."

I smirked mischievously.

Unknown Point of View –

I don't like him. I despise him. But I couldn't understand why.

I don't see what's so damn great about him. Anything he can do, I can do ten times better! Buttercup's becoming so distant from me lately. All she does is hang out with that bastard!

And this isn't normal behavior from me. I can get any girl I want! Dammit, girls love me! But it's different with Buttercup. I've always had a crush on her, but she's too strung up on that bastard to give a rat's ass.

It's something about him. He seems untrustworthy. He wouldn't care if he hurt her. Wait a minute, why am I being so envious, anyway? If this is what makes BC happy, then I'll be, at the very least, neutral towards him. But he won't make her happy. This I know for sure. Why can't she see it?

Buttercup's Point of View –

I sat impatiently on the doorsteps, repeatedly glancing both ways. I put my head down in my hands. 'Where the hell is he?'

Then, I saw him. He walked towards the steps and sat down beside me.

"Hey Buttercup."

"Hey Mitch."

He sighed and clasped his hands together, anxiously twiddling his thumbs.

"We need to talk."

"I know that much, dipshit."

He glared at me for a moment. But his cold expression turned into the sly smirk that made me sick.

"Let's make a truce."

I looked up at him curiously, suspiciously.

"What kind of truce are you talking about?"

"Well, pissing you off is fun and all, but it's not enough."

I waited for him to continue.

"… so I was hoping to put this all behind us and just… move on… "

"Where are you going with this?" I interrupted hastily.

"I wanna be your friend. Maybe with benefits…."

"Forget the benefits and you've got yourself a deal."

Mitch laughed, a cocky arrogant laugh that I hated.

"You're a tough one. But that's why I like you, right?"

I shrugged.

"Meet me at the mall Friday. Be there before nine."

And with that, he turned from me and walked away.

I smiled after him, a devious glisten in my eyes.

"Conceited bastard."

At the Evergrande Mall, Friday, 6:00pm. –

"Let's go to Spencer's," Melvin suggested, his red Nike blazers squeaking against the freshly polished floors.

"Um, no. Let's go to Claire's," Bella protested, sipping a bit of her strawberry slushie.

"Hell no! Claire's is too girly and prissy and shit."

"Spencer's is a store for pedophiles and perverted, dirty old men! Have you seen the back of that store?" Bella retorted. Melvin laughed.

"That's why I go there."

"Freak." She playfully punched him in his arm. Melvin gave Butch some dap (in their little guy code book, dap is a form of a handshake, given when one of them makes a perverted joke or something of the sort), and then snorted another laugh.

"Spencer's it is."

I couldn't care less—I was having a blast regardless. I was resting on Butch's back, my legs wrapped around his waist. Who said we couldn't play a one-sided version of leapfrog every once in a while?

"You're gonna have to get off," Butch said as we approached the store.

I leaped off of his back and landed on my feet.

"EWW MELVIN—GROSS!" Hanna screamed.

I turned my head just as Hanna slapped a small, purple package out of Melvin's hand.

"She's scared of a condom, dude," Melvin reported to Butch, laughing as Hanna screeched at him.

Butch laughed hysterically, joining Melvin over by the hat selection. I walked over to Hanna and Bella by the shelves.

"This store is disgusting," Bella said as she gawked at the material.

"Tell me about it."

"We should go over by them and make sure they don't steal any candy thongs or something."

We walked towards the hat rack and I stopped in my tracks.

"Which hat are you getting?" I asked Butch.

"The South Park Kenny hat."

I frowned.

" You would look so much better with the Family Guy Stewie hat."

He pouted, then glanced at both hats, and then looked back up at me.

"South Park owns Family Guy. Kenny hat!"

I saw the challenging glint in his eyes and smirked, knowing what this would turn into.

"But Family Guy is rad and South Park is sad, so Stewie!"

"Kenny!"

"Stewie!"

"Kenny"

"Stewie!"

"Stewie!"

"Ken—wait that's not fair! Stewie!"

"BUTTERCUUUP!"

"What the hell, Butch?"

"The hats are tearing us apart!"

"You're right! I'm sorry buddy!"

I gave him a long bear hug and smiled as we walked to the counter.

"Cool… You're getting the Kenny hat, Butch?" Melvin asked nonchalantly.

"What? Butch is getting the Stewie hat what are you talking about?" I asked. Then, I saw the thing.

"Kenny!"

"Stewie!"

"Kenny!"

"Stewie!"

"Kenny!"

"Stewie—wait!"

Butch looked confused.

"It's tearing us apart again!"

"Oh no! I'm sorry!" he gasped as he pulled me into another hug.

"I'll buy both hats," he added, handing the cashier a wad of money.

We walked out of the store, Butch proudly putting on the Stewie hat.

"See, you look so awesome now," I complimented, admiring his appearance.

"I know. It's bringing us closer together!"

I gave him another hug and closed my eyes, savoring his warmth.

I didn't even notice him exchanging the Stewie hat for the Kenny hat, slipping the original one off and placing it into the bag.

When I finally opened my eyes, I gasped.

"Ewww, Kenny hat!"

And with that, I grabbed it from his head and took off.

"Hey, no fair!" he screamed jokingly as he ran after me. The others all sat around a table in the food court, knowing that it was futile to chase Butch and I during one of our games.

I bolted around past Claire's and raced towards PacSun when I bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going, you fu—"

I looked up to see a flustered Mitch, glaring down at me.

"I was looking for you."

"Well, she's with me."

Mitch sneered at Butch. Butch simply scoffed back at him, an intimidating side of Butch I had only seen twice before. This could turn ugly.

"Okay, Mitch, what do you want?" I asked, trying to settle the situation to the best of my ability. If my powers were necessary, then that was my next option.

"You seem to have forgotten our little agreement."

Butch looked at me, a look of hurt and betrayal washing over his solemn, innocent face.

"Oh…"

I returned my gaze to Butch, a look of bewilderment and deception in his forest green eyes. I felt guilty and knew that I had broken Commandment Five of our Code Book of Friendship that we formed in the fourth grade:

Thou Shalt Not Break Thy Loyalty.

"Butch… I'll see you guys tomorrow—"

"Yeah, I know, you don't have to explain to me… I understand. Have fun, buddy."

His voice cracked at the word 'buddy.'

He tried hard to keep a smile on his face, tried hard to keep up his front,

not wanting me to feel like I had affected him in any way.

He reached up to take back his hat, still smiling weakly.

I wondered why he was acting so strange lately. And with that, he sped off, past the food court, out into the parking lot. Wonder where he was going.

Butch's Point of View –

That bastard!

I shoved my hands into my pockets, fiddling around until I felt what I was looking for. I pulled it out of my pockets and stared at it, pure hatred and pain clouding over my vision, choking my breath, glazing over my eyes.

It was a Best Friends Forever Spongebob Squarepants rubber band bracelet. I knew that she was obsessed with Spongebob. We would watch marathons of it, together, in the fourth grade. I had a matching one on at this very moment, but she never noticed, or she didn't care. I peered at the yellow rubber band as the memories filled back into my mind. The hatred. The resentment. The envy.

With a deep growl of rage, I launched the now meaningless rubber band into the street, watching intently as a Ford Expedition scramble over it, watching as it ripped in two like my heart did not too long ago. How could she possibly not see that she was my life? Of course she wouldn't notice. How could I blame this on the one I loved dearly? It wasn't her fault. I was the one who hid my feelings from her. And now I felt the consequences. A feeling of emptiness. Loneliness.

I had no idea where I was going, nor did I care. I pulled my hood over my head as the tears trickled down my cheeks, as the memories flooded my thoughts again.

I was so foolish. I've always been the friend – nothing more, nothing less. Why would this change now? She only saw me as someone to have fun with, not someone to hold at night. I'm so foolish. So, so foolish.

She always complains that there are no good guys that treat her right out there, no guys that are worth her time, when I'm always right by her side, hanging on her every word, wondering what it would take for her to see Butch. Not the 'there's-my-friend' Butch, but the 'I-love-him-he's-my-everything' Butch.

Who won't she give me a chance?

Author's Note: Sorry if I angered anyone with the "Family Guy vs. South Park" thing. I just thought that it would be funny. :D

And sorry if I angered any "ButtercupxButch" fans. This is only a small part of the plot, trust me, it's worth it when you get to the end! ;]

Keep that in mind, don't give up on me just yet! :D