Buttercup's Point of View—
I looked up at the dark, gray sky as I was walking to school. I groaned in aggravation and pulled my black hood over my head, gazing down at the ground. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a white pyramid-studded belt, and a green, black, and white Winchester Senior High hoodie over my neon blue band tee shirt. As the front lawn of the school came into view, I leisurely strolled over to the table beneath the oak tree where the whole crew was already sitting.
"Whattup, BC?" Mitch chimed. I glanced at him and smiled weakly as the wind whipped my long, layered ponytail in my face, my side bangs nearly covering my eyes.
Melvin cast a nervous glance at Butch, and then looked back up at me.
"Buttercup! Hey, friend!" Bella exclaimed, waving her hands in the air hysterically.
"Hey."
Hanna noticed my unnatural quietness and furrowed her eyebrows.
"What's wrong, Buttercup?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing. Kinda tired…bored."
Butch looked at me and smiled mischievously.
"I know what would make you wake up."
Everyone looked in his direction. Mitch scoffed at him, refusing to give him any attention, and turned his head towards the opposite direction.
"What?" I asked curiously.
He smiled even wider as Melvin eyed him suspiciously.
"We can go to Wal-Mart."
My eyes instantly lit up, along with Hanna and Melvin's.
"What's so special about Wal-Mart? Everybody goes there," Mitch spat, obviously frustrated.
Hanna turned to him quickly.
"Oh, I forgot—you're a novice. You've never been to Wal-Mart with Butch. We have a hell of a good time there, since junior high. Remember that time in the eighth grade when we went together? It was so fun!"
My eyebrows furrowed in reminiscence, then my solemn expression turned to a wide grin of remembrance.
"That was fun! Those were the days…"
Bella looked at us curiously.
"How was it fun?"
Her eyes sparkled with avid interest as Butch told her of the adventures we shared in Wal-Mart.
"Sounds cool! I wanna go with you guys!"
"We can go now."
I quickly turned around to a smirking Butch.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.
He let out a slight chuckle, and then turned to look at me.
"Never mind, BC. Never mind."
"No, tell me!"
"Curiosity killed the cat," Hanna said.
"No, that's stupid. Everybody knows that the cat just forgot to take his meds," Bella insisted, nodding her head in approval.
"BUTCH!" I yelled, frustrated.
He looked at me, slightly startled.
"Tell me!"
He sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to Wal-Mart…"
"HELL YEAH!" everyone but Mitch shouted, springing from their seats.
"Who's car are we taking?"
Melvin frowned.
"I'm the only one with a car, dumbass."
"Well, then we're taking your car."
"Won't the teachers notice?" Bella asked nervously.
"Doesn't make a difference if they notice or not."
She shrugged it off and raced towards the parking lot, Melvin following after her.
"Mitch, you coming?" I asked as Hanna ran after Melvin.
"No. Go have fun without me. Bye," he replied coldly.
And with that, he walked off towards the school, leaving me standing there, puzzled.
Butch noticed this and stepped up to me, tugging on his leather jacket sleeves.
"It's okay, BC. You'll forget all about it when we get to Wal-Mart!" he said, gingerly placing a firm hand on my shoulder. I sighed and followed him to the parking lot towards Melvin's car. Actually, it was his older brother's car. He was just allowed to borrow it for the day.
I opened the door of the cobalt blue Camarro and sat in the backseat with Hanna and Bella.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Bella asked cautiously, staring out of the icy window.
"Not really."
We all turned towards Melvin and glared at him intently.
"Kidding, kidding! You guys have no sense of humor…of course I know what I'm doing!"
Bella rolled her eyes and reluctantly buckled her seatbelt.
In less than fifteen minutes, we were inside of Wal-Mart.
"Where are we gonna go first?" Bella inquired eagerly.
"Where do you guys wanna go?"
Without wasting my breath, I bolted for the clothes racks, followed by the others. As soon as I got near a rack, I jumped into the center and hid my face with clothes, awaiting someone to come near.
"Hide, you guys!" I whispered through the shirts and pants that muffled my voice. They did as they were told and camouflaged themselves within different racks. Hanna climbed into the one I was in and silently hid.
Then, three plump women with brunette hair walked up to the racks, the one in the blue at my rack, the one clad in purple at Butch and Melvin's rack, and the one in yellow at Bella's.
"Rose, which do you think would look better on me—the pink shirt or the navy shirt with the frilly lace?" the lady in purple asked aloud, scanning through a rack of clothes.
"You're an old hack. You shouldn't be wearing any kind of lace or any shade of pink," Melvin whispered in a low enough tone as to where the lady couldn't tell what direction the voice was coming from. The lady turned slowly to her friends.
"Barbara? Rose? Did you hear that?" the lady asked, gazing up at the ceiling.
"What in heavens are you talking about, Claire?" the lady in yellow said, a bundle of clothes on her right arm.
"I guess it was just my imagination again. My oh my, I knew I should have never had three crumpets before I left!"
I bit my tongue gently as to muffle the snickering and Hanna covered her mouth with her hands and bit her lower lip.
"Fatass! You and I both know that pink nor navy is not your color," Butch whispered, making us laugh a bit louder.
The lady's jaw dropped in disbelief as a heap of shirts dropped from her hand.
"What on earth is wrong with you, Claire?"
"I just heard something again…"
"Barbara….Claire said that you look like an oompa loompa in yellow!" Bella whispered to the lady at her rack. Barbara threw down a pile of clothes and stepped up to Claire.
"So you think I look like a creature from Willy Wonka, is that so, Claire?"
"What are you talking about, Barbara?"
"Calm down ladies!" Rose exclaimed, pushing them apart.
"Rose…Claire and Barbara say that you're so fat that you gotta iron your pants in the driveway with a car!" Hanna whispered.
Rose stepped up to the other ladies angrily, glaring at them both.
"Is it true, Barbara, Claire?"
"What are you talking about?" Claire asked.
"Oh, you shut your mouth, Claire!" Barbara snarled.
I looked up at Butch and Melvin and quietly told them the plan as the elderly women continued with their heated discussion. They nodded in agreement as Bella smirked.
I peeked through the curtain of fabric and began the countdown with my fingers.
Three…two…one…
We leaped out of the clothes racks. Skipping in a circle around them and yodeling like Indians.
Barbara let out a shrill cry of astonishment as Claire and Rose simply gawked in shock.
"Stop your fighting, old granny hoes! Kiss and make up already and shut your yaps!" Melvin said as Hanna and I struggled to keep a straight face.
Before they could protest, we bounded through the aisles and into the toys section.
"Oooh, look at the dinosaurs!" Bella cried as she pressed on the red button on its foot. The Tyrannosaurus Rex let out a thunderous roar as missiles shot out of its mouth. His eyes glowed a bright red as steam poured out of his ears, all the while stamping his feet and clawing at the air. After a few seconds, the miniature rampage was over.
"What the hell? A damn Psycho-Rex?" Butch said, making a laugh erupt from my throat.
Bella gasped and playfully slapped him on his cheek.
"What the hell was that for?" he cried, gingerly touching the red handprint on his cheek.
"Don't talk about Ralph like that!"
"Psh. Ralph is a faggot. Those G.I. Joe action figures are where the fun's at!" Melvin said, giving Butch some dap.
"Dinosaurs!"
"Action figures!"
"Dinosaurs!"
Butch playfully narrowed his eyes at me and stepped up to me, expanding his chest so he would appear more buff. I stood on the tips of my toes and poked my chest out as a challenge.
"I declare war!" Butch shouted, smiling widely at me.
"Then war is what you shall receive!" I replied friskily, pushing him away.
"Melvin, stay with Hanna and Bella to make sure they don't try anything. BC and me are gonna go get some weapons for our soldiers!"
"Alright."
And with that, Butch grabbed me by my wrist and led me into the next aisle. When he saw that no one was in the toy section, he spun me around to face the shelf and hugged me by my waist. For some strange unknown reason, I felt a tingle in the pit of my stomach at his touch. I let out a laugh and tossed my head back.
"What are you doing? We're supposed to be getting some weapons, remember?" I asked jokingly, nudging him off of me.
He snuggled his face into my neck and smiled.
"I can do this, though."
"Why is that?" I asked, turning my head slightly.
"Because you're mine."
Remind me again why I was ever mad at him?
"Oh really?" I asked teasingly, peeking at Bella and Melvin flirting through the cracks in the shelf.
He glanced up at me before hiding his face again, pulling me closer to him.
"You're mine…nobody else's…all mine."
We laughed for a few minutes before he pulled me back to the other aisle.
"Well, well! Would cha lookie here? Melvin seems to have a little crush, huh?"
Melvin and Bella turned around quickly at Butch's voice. Melvin blushed a deep crimson before shaking his head.
"Nooo! We were just talking is all," Mitch said nervously, scratching the nape of his neck. Bella looked at me and smiled. She would tell Hanna and I all about it later on.
"Oh, well. Time for action!" I exclaimed, cracking my knuckles. I dashed over to the shelf and selected ten of the coolest-looking dinosaurs with the best moves. At the head of the miniature army was Ralph. (The dinosaur that Bella named.)
Butch and Melvin set up their action figure army at the far end of the aisle.
"Bring it on!"
Melvin smirked and winded up the action figures as Hanna winded up our dinosaur army.
"On your marks…get set…BLAST OFF!"
Our dinosaurs took off for the men on the opposing team with a vicious war cry.
"GO, GO, GO!" Hanna, Bella and I cheered on.
Ralph led the pack, his ruby eyes flooded with evil, clawing at the air, shooting missiles out of his mouth as steam erupted from his ears. Sparky, the Triceratops stomping behind him, raged furiously and charged straight for the leader of the G.I. Joe army.
The leader of the G.I. Joe army, who I'm assuming is Joe, took off in his little camouflage Jeep and dashed for the dinosaurs. Sparky tackled him to the ground with a groan as a final blow of steam spewed from his mouth. Sparky was a very brave and courageous warrior; we would always remember him…
Suddenly, two little men stomped over to Ralph. Ralph clawed at them but missed, and the men beat him with a tiny sword. Ralph toppled over, still struggling to maintain life, still stomping in the air. Then Baylee, a gray Pterodactyl, swooped down from the sky and swept the men off of Ralph, losing her life in the process. She crashed into the shelf with a cry of pain as her battery pack fell out of her and her neon blue eyes flashed one last time before she fell to the floor.
"No!" Nooooo!" Bella cried, crawling over to Ralph. She held her hands up to the sky and let out a shrill cry.
"Raaaaaaaaalph!"
"We win! Ha!" Melvin exclaimed, springing from his seat. Our dinosaurs were strong and pulled through for as long as they could, but they were no match for the forces of Joe.
As Melvin continued with his victory dance, I grabbed the leader with my hand and launched him to the other aisle.
"What the hell was that for?" Butch cried.
"Joe is a fraud! He's really a woman!"
Butch and Melvin's jaws dropped at that statement.
"Why, Joe? Why!" Melvin screamed as he fell to his knees.
"What's next?" Bella asked eagerly.
I rested my hands on my chin in thought.
"Oh, I know!"
I told them the plan and they nodded in agreement. We dashed off towards the clothes aisles again. When we got to the bras and underwear, I threw Melvin a pair of black thongs and a black lace bra, handing Butch a green set.
They put them on over their clothes quickly. Butch ran out to the middle of the aisle and began dancing where everyone could see and hear him and screamed:
"I smell sex and caaandy! Oh, I smell sex and CAAAANDY! Candy and sex! Sex and caaandy! Oh-oh-ooooohhh!"
The manager burst through the doors just as everyone but him made a dash for the next aisle.
As Bella was busy making an orange juice trail leading to the restrooms, I ran to a young couple cuddling by the condoms section. As they were busy making out, I slid the whole row of condoms into their cart and slapped the guy over the head with a tube of KY Intense.
"What the-"
"Don't get mad! GET GLAD!" I screamed before I bounded off into the next aisle.
I found Hanna and jumped on her back. She raced towards the front of the store as I was waving my hands in the air, yelling:
"WHEEEE-WHOOOOO-WHEEEEE-WHOOO! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! PULL OVER NOW AND NO ONE GETS HURT! WHEEEEEE-WHOOOOO-WHEEE-"
"Ow!" I yelped as a pair of strong hands gripped me by my collar.
I looked up to see the manager and smiled weakly.
"Hey there…. everything's just peachy keen…. I like your beard, you know! It really brings out your eyes-"
"Get out of my store! Along with your other friends! Now!"
And with that, he tossed us out of the exit in front of the parking lot where Butch, Melvin, and were sitting on the sidewalk.
"You got caught, too?"
Hanna laughed.
"Yeah. We should do this more often."
I smiled and followed them to the car.
Blossom's Point of View—
"Where do you think she could be? I haven't seen her in class all day. Not even in the cafeteria," I said, glancing at my watch.
"I don't know, Blossom. I haven't seen Butch, either," Brick replied, his lips formed into a slight pout.
"They probably made up, and were probably just having fun…" Bubbles began, blushing at Boomer.
My eyes lit up as Brick and I turned to each other in unison.
"You don't think…"
"They couldn't…"
"They could…"
"They shouldn't!"
Brick looked down at his shoes thoughtfully, and then looked back up at me, a glint of anger in his scarlet eyes.
"They wouldn't…."
I sighed as I brushed a lock of auburn hair out of my face.
"They would."
"Dammit!" Brick yelled, kicking his shoe against the trunk of the tree.
"Where are they, Brick?" Boomer asked nervously.
Bubbles looked at me curiously.
"They probably skipped school…."
Bubbles gasped in shock as Boomer just looked up at the sky.
After a long pause, I let out a heavy sigh.
"I should have known…"
Author's Note: Sorry that there was hardly any Boomer or Brick, it's just that I really had nothing for them to do… :\