Buttercup's P.O.V
I open my eyes expecting Butch to be here beside me. To my dissapointment he is nowhere in site. I sit up slowly, partly upset he isn't here. I look at the clock. I only fell asleep a few minuets ago. He wouldn't leave me just because I fell asleep would he? I stand and use my hand to poorly comb my hair. Opening my door my nose is instantly flooded with the scents of bacon, eggs, toast, biscuts, sausage, and other beautiful morning smells. Even though it isn't morning. It's evening. I walk into the kitchen and smile at Butch who is sitting at the table with his hands folded, waiting for me. I smile and sit down at the table beside him He smiles and takes my hand before looking at the table witch is completely covered in food. I can't even see the table. Then he looks back at me and smiles "So, this is all mine, what are you eatin?" He asks I frown and then I laugh lightly "Fine, I suppose I'll just have to go find a nice boy to take me out to dinner." He frowns. Knowing I'm joking but still unhappy, Butch was always VERY jealous. He grabs a plate and fills it with everyhing and hands it to me. Before grabbing annother plate and repeteing the prosess for himself. I smile and begin to eat my food. Then I smile at him as he shoves bacon into his mouth without stopping. I laugh because he has more food on his face than he has inside his stomach. He looks at me "What?" He mumbles with his mouth full. This only causes me to laugh even more. He smiles and grabs my head tryng to kiss me. I pull away and shake my head no. "Nu-uh, no way, go wash your face." He laughs and stands fom the table walking into the kitchen to clean off his face. He listens so well, when he dosn't get kisses.
Bubble's P.O.V
When Boomer and I left the reasteraunt he placed me into his car and now we are just pointlessly driving around. Boomer is probably the sweetest guy ever. So romantic and nice. I really really like him. And I THINK he likes me too, but I don't know how much. Boomer parks the car and I look around. We are at a skating rink. I frown and Boomer looks worried "Don't you like skating?" He asks. I smile weakly "Well, I-I really like wathing it b-but I never realy-uh-learned how, and it looks really scary." He smiles a little. Don't worry I'll teach you!" Then he takes my hand and pulls me out of the car and into the building of death. . .Okay maybe that is a bit dramatic but I guess I will have to trust Boomer. And I really do trust him already.
(A/N I was gonna do Blossom's P.O.V But. . .You guys already know how odd I am with writing. so, next chapter will (probably) have alot of Blossom and Brick in it. Bye)