"I'll go. Make it fun," I volunteered.
"Okay! Truth or dare?" Butch asked.
"Dare…"
"I dare you to give someone a piggy back ride."
"Whose going to be receiving this piggy ride?" I asked suspiciously.
"Let's spin a bottle and find out."
"I'll get it!" Bubbles declared, running to go fetch a bottle of Coca Cola.
When she returned, she popped the bottle open and took it to the head, bottoms up.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Butch cheered on.
She surprisingly finished it in less than fifteen seconds and let out a loud burp as she placed the bottle on the floor in the middle of us.
I hesitantly spun the bottle and gasped in shock at whom the bottle pointed to.
"I am not gonna be giving a piggy back ride to you!"
"So, you surrender?" Butch asked teasingly. I thought for a moment then rolled my jade green eyes.
"Get on, Butch..."
"I thought I'd never hear those words from you, BC," Butch said, smirking as he climbed onto my back.
"Let's begin!" Butch exclaimed.
I began bucking up and down, trying to throw him off.
"YEEEE-HAAAWWWW! Giddy up, girl!" he cried, clutching onto his onyx black hair. I let out an annoyed groan and continued bucking in different angles, my hair flinging wildly.
"Wheeee, doggy! This right here's a wild buck!"
I jerked forward with all my strength at this comment, which only added towards Butch's enthusiasm.
Bubbles covered her mouth with her hands to muffle the giggles escaping, Brick and Blossom rolling on the ground with hysterical laughter. Boomer was clutching his stomach beside Bubbles, tears forming in his eyes as Mitch rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"WHEEEE-SNAWW!"
Everyone turned to see Butch sailing towards the wall. I sat there with my arms crossed.
"What happened, dude?" Brick asked Butch, still snorting.
"I slapped her on her ass to make her go faster so she let out this donkey cry and bucked me off!"
They all laughed even harder at that, Butch joining along nonchalantly.
"Whose next?" I asked, obviously irritated.
"Ummm…Boomer. Truth or dare?" Butch asked.
"Truth…"
"Aw…you're such a softie! Anyway, is it true that you still sleep with a night light?"
"Umm…."
Boomer's now reddened cheeks gave away the answer. Butch, Mitch, and I fell over laughing, Blossom trying to suppress her giggles with her hand.
Bubbles glared at Brick and then gave Boomer a sympathetic look.
"Dude…that is so…" Mitch couldn't even finish his sentence as he gasped for air.
"I don't think it's funny."
Everyone turned to look at Bubbles.
"Bubbles, it's okay, it was just a-"
"No, Boomer, it's not okay. You let them make fun of you like this?"
"It's just a game, dammit. Calm down," Brick said.
Bubbles turned to Boomer.
"Come on, Boomer. Let's go."
And with that, she grabbed his hand and led him to her room.
What the hell was that all about?
Bubbles' Point of View—
I closed the door behind us as he gingerly sat on my bed, cautious not to mess up my bedspread.
"Bubbles…"
"Hmm?"
"Wh-Why'd you do that?"
"You didn't want me to? I'm sorry, it's just-"
"No, it's just that no one ever stands up to my brothers like that."
I blushed as I sat beside him.
"I didn't even know I had it in me."
There was a short pause in the conversation.
"Hey, Boomer?"
"Yes?"
"Do they always make fun of you like that?"
He was silent for a moment, obliviously twiddling his thumbs.
I swallowed a lump in my throat and then continued.
"Because I know how you feel. Buttercup always thinks I'm so weak and Blossom is always trying to protect me from the smallest things! They think that I'm completely helpless. They make fun of my stuffed animal collection-"
"Bubbles?"
"Yeah?"
He smiled at me bashfully.
"What do you wanna do?"
"I kind of wanted to color. But, I know you wouldn't want to—"
"Bubbles, I love coloring. Do you have a sketchpad or some paper? Maybe construction paper, scissors, glue…."
"Yeah. They should be under my bed. You look for those, I'll go find the crayons, okay?"
He nodded and got down on his hands and knees, feeling around for art supplies.
He stood up straight, pulling the glue, scissors, construction paper, and sketchpads. He sat down on the floor and laid them out as I sat beside him with a sixty-four-count Crayola box of colors.
I flipped to a blank page in the sketchpad and opened the box of colors as he tore out a piece of paper.
"What are you gonna draw, Boom-Boom?" I asked.
He looked up with flushed cheeks and grinned timidly.
"How about we play a game? We each draw a vision of each other and then show them at the same time."
"Okay."
I took a pencil and drew a sketch first. After the outlining was complete, I took the same pencil and drew in the darker details, spiking the fur around the cheeks, ears, belly, and tufts of hair on top of the head. I glanced up at Boomer, who was feverishly drawing. I looked back down at my creation and drew the large anime-style eyes and the mouth. When the necessary things were out of the way, I collected all of the colors I would need and began shading inside of the lines. After about fifteen minutes, Boomer cleared his throat.
"Are you finished, B-Bubbles?"
"Yeah. Are you ready?"
He nodded. And with that, we pulled our sketches up at the same time.
I gasped at what Boomer had drawn. It was a cute, anime-style puppy with honey-blonde fur and creamy beige on the paws, tip of its tail, tip of its ears, and on the muzzle. The eyes were large and were a shade of sparkling sky blue. It had its pink tongue lolling out of its mouth, lying on the lime green grass.
"Boomie, it's beautiful! I love it!" I exclaimed in awe.
His jaw dropped in astonishment at my drawing. It was a cartoon-style hamster with huge, white ears and furry cheeks. Its large, cobalt eyes were formed into an adorable wink, a deep pink blush underneath them. Its paws were a creamy fawn shade with a blue lollipop in them.
"Bubbles…I-I love it…"
"Thanks-"
"BUBBLES! GET DOWN HERE!"
Boomer and I looked at each other in shock and set the art supplies aside. We raced down the stairs.
"Butch! What the…" Boomer's voice trailed off.
Standing in the middle of the living room was Mitch and Butch, practically nose-to-nose with each other. Buttercup was holding Butch back by his shirt in a futile attempt to cool them down. Brick was on Mitch's side, struggling to pull him away.
"Get off of me, dammit! I can handle him!" Mitch snarled as Brick hauled him back towards the opposite wall.
"Buttercup let me go! Lemme get a good swipe at him!" Butch growled viciously. I was slightly scared for Buttercup with her being so close to him and all. Butch always was aggressive. But, over the years, I've noticed that Buttercup is the only one that can calm him down. His brothers, too.
"What happened, Blossom?" I asked, my fearful eyes trained on Butch and Mitch.
"Well, Mitch called Buttercup his whore-which is what they always call themselves as a joke-and Butch got mad and got all in his face, and Buttercup was trying to explain to Butch that Mitch didn't mean it in a bad away and that Mitch was just kidding, but Butch wasn't having it. So I called you and Boomer before things escalated."
"BUTTERCUP, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, BITCH! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"
We turned to see Butch screaming at Buttercup. She cautiously let go of his shirt and shifted her eyes around the room. Mitch glared at Butch with every ounce of hatred and bitterness that he could muster. Realizing the mistake he had made, Butch calmed down a bit, then looked at Buttercup with somber eyes.
Buttercup's Point of View—
His once threatening expression changed to a guilty, sorrowful gaze. He had just realized his mistake and how much he hurt me. And I was Buttercup Utonium—hardly anything hurt. But this was different. Butch has been my best friend for years and years. And I knew that if it hurt me for him to be so hostile towards me, then it must have been torture for him to endure. I looked into his fearful emerald eyes. He reached out to touch my shoulder, but I pulled away from him.
"Buttercup, I'm-"
"NO! No you're not! You're not sorry!"
He stepped back in astonishment as moisture welled up in his eyes.
"Buttercup, he didn't mean it…." Bubbles started.
I glared at her, tears streaming down my cheeks. I hated to cry in front of anyone. But this was different.
"No he didn't! He meant every fucking word!"
"Buttercup.." Butch began.
"Don't touch me! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Buttercup, listen to me!"
"No, Butch! I HATE YOU!" I choked out.
The room grew quiet.
After I swiped my runny nose on the back of my hand, I looked back up at him again.
"I…I hate you. You disgust me. You were never my friend. I hate you."
And with that, I flew out of the door.
Author's Note: Ooooohhhh, Butchie, you better fix this! :O
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