Author's Note: You may be seeing more of BC's point of view, now that you know how everybody else feels. I may write Butch or somebody's POV, but for a while you're mostly gonna be seeing BC. Sorry. :[

Buttercup's Point of View—

"Wake up."

I groggily turned over on my side, my eyebrows furrowed, my lips parted slightly.

"Wake up."

My eyes slowly opened to see Mitch leaning over me, already dressed. I lazily sat up, my eyes squinted, and glanced at the clock. 7:14.

It was too damn early to be awake.

"Where are we going?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go take a walk. Get some fresh air."

My eyes sparkled with avid interest as my mouth formed into a wide grin.

"Can I come?" I asked eagerly.

"No. Stay here. Don't let anyone in, and don't answer the door. Got it?"

I frowned in disappointment, but remembering the event from the previous day, I forced on a poker face.

"Okay," I mumbled. He walked out of the room and out of the front door, closing it softly behind him. I sighed and pulled the covers back over my head.

Butch's Point of View—

"Get out of bed, Butch!" Brick snarled, yanking the sheets off of me.

"No…" I mumbled, snatching the covers over my head.

"We have school today!" he yelled, tugging on the covers relentlessly.

"Don't care…"

"Boomer! Get in here!"

Boomer dashed through the doorway, a baseball bat in his hands, still wearing his pajamas.

"WHO'S ASS AM I WHOOPIN'? TELL ME, BRICK! WHERE'S THE DAMN BURGLAR?"

"Boom, calm down! It's just Butch! Lazy ass won't get outta bed!" Brick grumbled.

Boomer slowly lowered the bat to the ground.

"Still moping?"

Oh, they had no idea.

"Help me get him out of bed!" Brick roared, throwing his hands in the air furiously.

"I think he should stay home today."

Thanks, Booms.

"No! Do you realize how essential a good education is?"

"Do you realize that the poor guy has no will to go on?"

You preach it, Boomer!

"Aw, he's alright! There's nothing wrong with him!"

"Brick, has Butch ever had a good education? I mean, really. He falls asleep in class, never gets his assignments done on time, always is in detention…"

You're pushing your luck, Blondie.

"…So," Boomer continued," does it really affect his grades any less if he didn't show up? Just for one day?"

Brick thought a moment, and then groaned in aggravation as he glanced at the clock.

"Fine! Only for today! And when I come home, your ass better not be playing video games!" he raged, leaving my room in exasperation. Boomer walked over to me and smiled.

"I owe you one, Booms," I whispered, laughing quietly.

He simply shrugged happily and walked off, shutting the door behind him. When I heard him and Brick take off for school, I grabbed my phone from underneath my bed and texted Buttercup. At this point, I knew that it was futile, but I was desperate. I decided that it was now or never to tell her how I really feel about her.

'BC where are u? come home please I miss u to death! & I love u so much this is tearing me apart! At least call me? luv u :('

I sighed and placed my phone on the nightstand, already realizing the fact that she wasn't going to respond anytime soon. But I was willing to wait.

Buttercup's Point of View (9:45 p.m.)—

I nearly dozed off on the couch when Mitch walked through the door. I lifted my head up wearily just as he picked me up by my waist. He laid me down beside him and rubbed my back.

"Where were you? That was too long of a walk," I mumbled as a yawn escaped my throat. He grinned slightly.

"Don't worry about it, babe."

I nodded and turned to the T.V.

"Hey, BC?"

I looked up at him curiously.

"I love you."

I immediately sat up, blushing.

"I…"

"You're so beautiful."

He smiled at me, making my heart flutter as he leaned down and kissed me on my neck. I didn't even realize that I was holding my breath until I had to gasp for air.

"Breathe, babe."

I looked up at him, my cheeks flushed. He laughed for a moment before gazing down into my eyes. I stared back at him, mentally prepared for a sudden spasm. I closed my eyes.

"You're just so…"

I opened one eye slowly, gazing up at him.

His hand gently traced up to my chin and lifted it up slightly as he leaned down towards me, closing his eyes. I closed my open eye gratefully as his soft lips met mine. In an attempt to deepen the kiss, he grabbed me by the bottom of my shirt and pulled me closer as his tongue caressed mine affectionately, stroking it, brushing past my lips. I pulled away from him bashfully, still able to feel the tingling sensation upon my lips.

"Was it too much?" he asked, embarrassed.

"No…it was…wow."

He snorted a nervous laugh for a moment before looking away towards the window, pulling my phone out of his pocket. He quickly scanned the screen before slipping it back into his pocket.

"Why is that in your pocket?" I asked curiously.

"None of your business."

His voice was cold and rigid now.

"I was just asking."

"Well I was just telling."

I glared at him.

"Why do you have to get so damn mad every time I ask a question?" I snarled.

He scowled at me, a glint of hatred in his eyes.

"Why do you have to be so fucking nosy?"

"I'm not nosy, I'm just-"

"Okay, shut the fuck up now. You ruin a fucking perfect mood."

"Don't tell me to shut the fuck up! It's not my fault you're so damn moody all the time!"

After that, I felt something I had never ever felt before. Mitch's hand swished towards my face and struck me on my cheek, all in one fluid motion. I stumbled back a bit from the impact but soon caught my balance on the arm of the couch, my eyes widened with animosity and revenge. My hand reached up towards my now reddened cheek, patting it softly. I glared up at him. He glared back at me spitefully, a sinister smirk spreading across his face.

With a vicious cry, I lunged at him, my hands formed into tight fists in front of me. He easily caught my fists and squeezed down on them hard, practically crushing the bone. A startled cry escaped my throat as he slammed me on to the table. I rubbed my throbbing head as he stood over me.

"Let me warn you, Buttercup. Don't ever. Ever. Try to hit me back. I will kill you. Do you understand me?"

"Bastard! I hate you!" I spat, kicking my legs furiously.

"Is that so?"

My fiery rage faded to an eerie silence as I gazed up at him.

"Anyway. Buttercup. Bottom line is that I had to break you in. You see, I don't have time for ungrateful sluts that bite the hand that feeds them. So, remember this lesson, Buttercup. Consider yourself warned."

"I'm not a slut…" I mumbled, struggling to suppress my rage.

"What was that?" he asked sarcastically.

I dared not make a sound as I lay there on the now shattered glass table, shards of glass piercing into my skin, gazing up at him.

"Good girl, Buttercup. You're too adorable."

And with that, he tickled my chin seductively before turning to sit on the couch, turning on the television. I got up painfully and staggered to my room, closing the door softly behind me so as not to anger him further. As I sat on my bed, staring miserably into the mirror, I slowly extracted the shards from my back, wincing in pain. When all were out safely, I changed into my pajamas and slipped into my bed, exhausted and ashamed, pulling the covers over me. Tomorrow would be another day.

Still, I felt sorry for myself that I would let him do such a thing and get away with it. I sighed and silently cried myself to sleep. Not tears of remorse, or anger, or even homesickness, but simply tears of frustration. When I finally did drift off, the same nightmare haunted my once blissful dreams.

Author's Note: No note, really. :D

What cha think gonna happen? :D