Butch looks up at his ceiling as he strokes Buttercups smooth, short, black hair, as she sleeps. Feeling ashamed of himself.
He should have protected her better, if she hadn't been fighting then the drug dealers probably would've taken all three of the girls away, and they probably wouldn't be able to find them.
If she hadn't been fighting, the girls could be dead right now, or raped, or chained up in the basement of a drug house, or all three.
He looks down at Buttercup's calm sleeping face, covered in bandages and a couple of stray bruises.
He tries to imagine what she might be dreaming about, if it's a good dream or a nightmare, if she even has dreams, because some people don't.
Something starts to play from Buttercup's pocket "white lips pale face, breathing in snow flakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste." Her eyes open as the music continues and she pulls it out and looks at the screen before scowling and pressing to ignore the call.
"Who was it?" Butch asks, still stroking her soft hair as she lays back down and looks up at him.
"It was Mitch" she says. His name both sounding and tasting bitter as it rolls from her throat and out of her mouth.
Butch joins her in scowling as he stops stroking her hair, and instead wraps his arms gently around her waist, lifting her head up to his chest.
Suddenly she starts laughing hysterically and looks up at Butch, who was staring at her like she's crazy.
"Are you okay?" He asks, worried that his girlfriend has gone insane. "What are you laughing about?"
She points to the dress he had bought her, now crumpled on the ground from the rush that they left in. "I'm imagining myself in the dress now that my legs are covered in bandages and bruises."
He smiles and laughs a little with her. "I think you'll probably still look really hot, so I gotta keep my eyes on you, make sure no other guys come near you."
This causes her laugh to get louder, and she even snorts. "Butch, no guy other than you and recently Mitch has ever tried to flirt with me." She says "I doubt that you'll have to worry about that happening."
He looks down at her, he's no longer laughing as he makes her look at him. "Buttercup, you're beautiful. The reason people at school are the way they are is because the girls are jealous that you're so pretty without even trying when they have to wear buckets of makeup to look even presentable. And the guys are afraid that you'll reject them because there aren't that many girls as pretty as you. I'm lucky I got the courage before one of them did." He ends, kissing her forehead.
Her eyes seems to sparkle as they look up at him, amazed that anyone could speak like this to her. "B-butch. . ." She says. "I don't know what to say."
He smiles and takes her hand. "Well, you still never said that you would go to the dance with me."
She smiles and nods. "How could I say no?" She says, leaning towards the ground to pick the dress up. She never got to try it on but now she could. "So yes."
(A/N this one's pretty short, and I wanted to say how proud I am that I got over 100 reviews! I am so happy! The drama isn't over but here's a short cute chapter about the greens! Can't wait to hear what you think!)