Townsville High

~Hello guys, so last chapter was the first half, it was very dramatic, but I assure this one has pleanty of great moments between the gang. I hope you all like it :)~

Chapter 40 - Make a Wish (Second half of Fight or Perish.)

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Now on to the story...

Last Chapter - Brick learned of Blossom's secret, leading to a fight and a desperate phone call. Skylar told Tyler her secret before running off, Tyler running after her. Brody tried to win Maxine back with no avail. &The countdown is almost over for Butch and Buttercup.


"I'm glad you're here." Boomer's voice rung through Bubbles' mind in a soothing tone. She was lying next to him on the grass, away from the rest of the group. Their eyes were pointed above, to gaze upon the darkness in the sky. Bubbles had never seen something so striking and exquisite as the sky that night. Truly magnificent.

They watched the dark clouds sweep about with not a care in the world, they just lay in peace. Boomer and Bubbles were the only ones who had managed to avoid all of the drama that took place in the past few hours, but they also both knew something that others didn't.

Both of them had each had a few drinks, and were enjoying peaceful feeling, but they were still sober enough to appreciate the pretty sky above and also appreciate each other's company. Bubbles knew that somewhere Brick was trying to call Blossom, he had told her that she wouldn't talk to him, so she said she would sort it when he got back. Bubbles just wanted a few moments of blissful happiness before she had to deal with the drama out there.

Bubbles turned her head to see Boomer looking right back at her. His eyes sparkled in the dim light that surrounded them and his smile was so serene and handsome it made Bubbles never want to see him without that beautiful smile on his face again. She raised an eyebrow at what he had said and smiled back at him, a slight insignificant hint of a playful smirk.

"Oh yeah, why's that?"

Boomer looked back up at the sky. "This night, it wouldn't be even half as great without you here. You know I really love you right?" He asked, a hint of playfulness of his own in his voice. Bubbles laughed at his comment and nodded her head before looking back at the sky like he did.

"How could I forget? You tell me every hour." Bubbles responded.

"I just like saying it."

"I like hearing it."

They turned their heads and grinned at each other. For just a moment, they were able to forget the two secrets that they had found out not only an hour earlier. For even just a moment everything seemed right again. Like no drama, secrets or anything could ruin their good time. That was the effect they both had on each other. Nothing else seemed to matter when they were near each other.

Boomer's mind suddenly shifted back to the secret that he had found out, desperate to understand how that kiss came to be. He wanted answers. He wanted to tell someone, to talk to someone about it. But he also didn't want to risk being murdered by Buttercup Utonium of all people. He wasn't even thinking melodramatically, she genuinely would kill him if he spoke.

"Look, there's a star." Bubbles said quietly as she pointed to the sky. There was a single beautiful star in the dark sky. Bubbles and Boomer looked at each other and smiled before looking back up at it and closing their eyes, and making a wish. Some people see a single star and wish for money or fame, but these two, they wished for something so much more special.

Boomer turned his head to glance at her. "What did you wish for?"

"It's a secret," She smirked in a very cute way. "It was about you though."

"Really? Wanna know what I wished for?" Boomer asked as he smiled brightly at her. Bubbles nodded and smiled back, showing her pearly white teeth. Boomer looked back up at the night's sky before telling her. "I wished for more days like this. Just us and our friends out, and getting these moments when it's just us, and it's perfect."

Bubbles looked at him with her eyes showing affection. Sometimes, he was a little bit of a..well, an idiot, sometimes. But then there was these moments where he could speak with so much depth. Bubbles did appreciate him. He was the whole package. Every word he said was sweet, and he took the words right out of her mind.

"That's really sweet," Bubbles said softly.

Their lips collided in a passionate and affectionate kiss. Bubbles leaned a little closer to Boomer and placed her hand on his shoulder. She felt on top of the world. All Boomer could think about was that he wanted that wish to come true, for there to be many more moments like this. Just them. Bubbles didn't say it, but she wished the exact same thing.

Just after they ended their kiss, and Bubbles was looking up at the sky again, Boomer took the time to appreciate her this time. She had this radiant smile on her face, making her look so beautiful that he began to wonder how someone so beautiful ended up with him. Her crystal blue eyes shined brighter than the star above them. Boomer assumed that Bubbles had noticed him staring because her smile got wider.

When she smiled, she had these cute little dimples on either side of her mouth. Boomer thought it made her look even more beautiful, if that was even possible. She turned her face to look at him, but noticed he seemed distracted. Bubbles narrowed her eyes and turned so that she was laying on her side. She held her head up using her elbow to prop her.

"Something on your mind?" Bubbles asked curiously.

She noticed Boomer tense up as his head turned to face her. He lay his head to the side and looked down at the ground - debating whether he should just tell her or not. On one hand, he didn't want to break his promise to Buttercup and Butch, but on the other he couldn't lie to Bubbles. She would have told him if it were her that had seen the kiss.

"Bubbles, if I tell you something, you need to promise me that you won't tell anyone. Like, not a single person."

Her eyebrow raised. "Sound's serious. Go on, I won't tell, I promise."

"I saw Butch and Buttercup kissing tonight.."

There was a pregnant silence before Bubbles jumped up from her lying position and threw her hands up in the air grinning. Boomer furrowed his brows at her as she danced about like she had just gotten the best news ever. She looked at Boomer's confused face and laughed.

"I knew it!" She exclaimed. "They're together, I knew it would happen!"

Boomer smiled. "You seem excited about this."

"Excited isn't even the word, Boom!"

The blonde girl grinned so much that her face started to hurt, but she didn't even care. Bubbles was so happy that for once everything was going right. She told Butch that it would happen, and it's happened. She hadn't been happier. Even with all the doubt, somewhere deep down, Bubbles always knew he would get the girl..

FLASHBACK;

"You want to know the truth?" Butch looked at her. "Buttercup might have been sad when I was dying, but you're the one that got her through it. She's never been happier than she is when you're around. You didn't just save my life, you saved hers. You're a hero."

Butch smiled uncontrollably, but still felt like it wouldn't work for them. Buttercup had made it perfectly clear that they were best friends, and that was how it was to be, how could she change her mind just like that?

"The hero ends up being the one that dies in the end, alone." Butch frowned.

Bubbles rolled her eyes. "The hero is the one that gets the girl." Butch turned to her and smiled. They had never really spoken before apart from an hour ago, but Bubbles felt like they could be great friends, she literally had a part of him inside her, and she wanted nothing more than for Buttercup to be with him.

"How did you tell Boomer how you felt about him?" Butch asked curiously.

"Well, I walked into his hospital room, and I told him that it was always him. I told him how guilty I felt about liking him, but I couldn't help it. It went pretty well after that." She laughed. Butch chuckled and nodded. He thought about saying something like that to Buttercup, but it just didn't feel like..them.

"Thanks." He smiled. "Maybe I just need the right time, and the words will just come out."

Bubbles nodded. "Seems like the right idea." She stood up and turned to Butch, a look of gratitude in her eyes. She smiled brightly as she always does.

"Hey, Butch. Take it easy okay? No more drinking every night, you need be careful. Thank you for saving my life, and for saving Boomer's aswell. You really are a hero, Butch Jojo, and you'll get the girl. One day." She said before walking away.

Butch held the hoodie tighter and smiled down at it.

"One day." He repeated.

Boomer looked at his girlfriend with adoration in his eyes as she stared at the sky with a bright smile on her face and a familiar twinkle in her bright blue eyes. He scooted closer to her and wrapped his arm around her waist before looking up at the sky with her. The single star in the sky was shining bright above them.

"Why are you so happy to hear about the kiss?" Boomer asked as he met her eyes. His electric blue eyes fixed on her's. Bubbles smiled as she placed a hand on his shoulder and looked deep into those eyes of his.

"I always knew he would get the girl." She spoke very softly before looking over to the other end of the small area and saw Buttercup talking with Butch. They were smiling, they were happy. Bubbles wanted nothing more than to go up and say, 'I told you so,' to Butch, but she did promise not to mention that she knew about the kiss. She beamed brightly at them.

Boomer nodded. "I always knew I would get the girl too."

She turned her attention back to him and tilted her head. "Even when I was with Tyler?" She asked, playfully.

"Even then."

They smiled at each other and pulled in for a passionate kiss.


Buttercup's POV

At the time, I was sitting on the grass alone. Even though I was trying to think clearly, I ended up just counting the seconds in my head. The air around me had died down, and there was this immense heat around even though the sun was down and the sky was dark. Small lights of grow-sticks surrounded me.

This night out had started to feel insanely similar to Brody's birthday party. Not just because we were in the same spot, but because of the glow-sticks, the music and the tension in the air. I watched as all of my friends - excluding Blossom, Sky and Tyler - danced around and laughed.

I had no idea where Tyler and Sky had disappeared to and I hadn't seen Blossom for just over an hour, she had run off earlier. Brick came back not that long after. I assumed she wasn't feeling well and Brick led her out of the forest to call a cab. He was currently chatting with Bubbles. They both looked pale, drained off all the excitement and joy. Something was up with them. I knew it. It was in the eyes.

Maxine was sitting on the grass like me, her eyes glaring at Brody, who was talking with Boomer but occasionally sending a glance Maxine's way. She looked so upset. I had seen a small part of their talk, and I knew that she hadn't told him yet. I wanted to run over and talk to her but it looked like she needed her space.

Butch was standing beside Brody and Boomer, with a beer in his hand. It's a shame, really. I can drink as much as I want to calm my mind and my nerves, but he couldn't. He just can't handle anything more than a couple of beers after the transplant. Shame. At least he would be in his right mind when I told him my answer.

The question floated around in my head; Do you want to be Butch Jojo's exclusive girlfriend.

It sounds so strange, right? Me. Buttercup. Butch's exclusive girlfriend. Nothing about that sounded right. I didn't want any of this to end but I had to be real. What if things turn out like Max and Brody? Not the pregnancy thing, of course, but the horrible break-up because they realised they weren't the perfect couple.

I don't want to become exclusive with Butch just to regret it. Maybe we needed the whole secrecy of it to keep strong. Three people know and it's already getting harder to keep it going, who knows what would happen when everyone knows? I guess that's what I have to think about. Damn. I hate thinking, it always leads to regret and all of that crap.

"Hey, crazy girl." I looked up to see Butch looming over me. I hadn't noticed anyone walk over, being so wrapped up in my thoughts and all. Butch sat down beside me on the soft grass and turned to look at me even though I was still staring straight-ahead.

I saw him smile from the corner of my eye. "Made up your mind yet?"

"No," I said with a sigh. "I still have two hours."

"You haven't even thought about it, have you?"

My head turned to look at him as my eyes burned holes in his. I hate when he acted like he knew what I was or wasn't thinking about, if he did then he wouldn't constantly ask me, would he? I guess he did have a point though, I hadn't even begun to really think about it. I kept saying, 'I have more time.' But at this moment, I was running out of time.

"Congratulations, you figured it out, now go away." Okay, a little mean, but how could I think when he was right in my face, distracting me? I need some more space. No. I need some more time. This week has flown by, and I hadn't even started to think about my answer. Damn.

"Look," Butch pointed upwards. I followed his hand and looked up into the dark sky, to see a single star there. "A star. Wish something."

I rolled my eyes at his childness and gave him a dull look. "What are we? Five? I'm not wishing on a freeking star."

"Come on!" He whined. "Just do it, it'll be fun."

Such a child.

"Fine, whatever." I looked up at the bright shining star and closed my eyes. I attempted to roll them even with them closed as I felt Butch's eyes on me. I thought of one thing I wanted right at that moment, and I wished for it. When my eyes opened and I turned to look at Butch, I noticed he was staring right back at me. Of course he was. He does that way too much. It's way creepy.

"There, I done it."

Butch smirked. "Congratulations, you are now five years old."

Oh, he thinks he's so funny, doesn't he? Using my own line on me. Still, he can be pretty smart when it comes to things like that. Not Brick smart, more Boomer smart.

I looked at Butch as he stared up at the sky. I noticed the way his piercing green eyes narrowed slightly. The colour of his eyes amused me, they were a shade of green I had never seen before. So dark that the colour was enough to put you in some weird daze. On this day, his spiky raven-black hair was some-what messier than usual. He must have noticed me staring because he looked at me with a broad smile on his face.

"Remember our first date?" He asked me. This seemed like a vaguely strange question. Of course I remembered our first date, it wasn't even that long ago. Maybe he just wanted to bring it up without sounding like a girl. Too bad I can see through it. He forgets how well I know him.

I nodded. "You took me to the skatepark. Very classy first date, if I didn't say so before."

His broad smile changed into a very playful smirk. "Then to the beach," I rolled my eyes as I remembered the sweet trip to the beach. "Plus, you said it was the best first date you had ever went on."

"Yeah, because it was the only first date I had ever been on, idiot." If I was keeping count, that probably would have been the five hundredth time I had ever called Butch Jojo an idiot, maybe even more. Hey, he has his names for me, let's just say that was mine was him.

"Good point, crazy girl."

My eyes rolled again.


Maxine was sitting on the grass, staring down at the green spikes. The short wind helped cascade her dark brunette - so dark that it was almost maroon - hair around her pale face. She felt a presence and pleaded that it was not Brody coming for another 'chat'. Luckily when she turned her head to see who had just sat down beside her, it was Brick and not Brody.

"Buttercup said you needed to talk to me about something." Brick said to her. Maxine narrowed her eyes and looked over at Buttercup who was still chatting with Butch and gave her a thumbs up, insinuating that she could do it, she could tell him. Maxine decided that telling Brick was easier than telling Brody any way.

"You won't like what I have to say," Maxine looked away from his dark red eyes. "Seriously."

Brick shrugged. "I've had a pretty bad day, I don't think anything can make it worse."

As soon as Brick finished that sentence, Maxine blurted it out before he could take that back. "I'm pregnant." The words lingered around them for a few moments before Brick finally snapped out of his shocked daze and looked at her eyes. His own piercing red eyes softened at the look in hers.

"Max, I can't believe it.." Brick responded quietly.

The brunette sighed. "Yeah well, sometimes life doesn't go the way you want to. Speaking of, where is your beautiful girlfriend?" Brick fails to hear the tone of irony in her voice.

"We can talk about that later, we need to talk about this."

Maxine rolls her eyes and smiled cutely. "Talk about what?"

"The baby, Max! God!" He exclaimed in slight frustration by her attempt to forget the whole situation. Maxine's eyes fell on his and she cracked a small smile before shaking her head slowly.

"No, that is something we can talk about later. It's obvious you have your own problems. Go find Bloss, sort out whatever teenage drama you have going on and then we can talk about this." Maxine stated, more of an order than a suggestion. Brick hesitated, but he also knew that giving up his search for Blossom was a silly decision. He rose to his feet, his hand dragging Maxine up with him.

"You're my best friend, and I'm here for you. Okay?" He pauses and waits for Maxine to nod. "I'm going to find Blossom, and when I get back please at least try to tell Brody."

"But-" She was immediately cut off.

"No 'buts', just tell him."

Brick didn't say anything else, he just walked away from the tall brunette. He wandered into the darkness of the woods to find his girlfriend. Maxine stood perfectly still before looking over to Brody, who was talking with Boomer and Bubbles. Brody's warm blue eyes met her bluey-green ones. She broke the look as quickly as it had begun and thought carefully about what Brick had said to her.

She had to tell him, and soon.


Blossom wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there.

She had stopped counting the minutes and just stopped thinking all together. Her mind clouded as she looked at the sky, and saw a single star. There was only one thing Blossom could want enough to wish for. Her eyes closed and she made a wish. She knew there was little chance that this wish could come true, but she did it anyway.

What she had wished for? Forgiveness.

For the past week, Blossom had been trying so hard. All she wanted was for this to stop and for her to Blossom again, not just for Brick but for herself too. It had always been just a weakness, a way to define herself and make her better, but it wasn't making her a better person. It was making her vulnerable and powerless.

Blossom was sitting behind a tree. It wasn't that far away from where the rest of the group were, but apparently far enough for Brick to go the wrong way and miss her completely. She hid behind that tree for a very long time. Although she wasn't aware how long she had been there, she knew it was a long time.

For just a few seconds, everything went silent as the wind died down and the tree branches stopped rustling. The silence left as soon as Blossom heard someone approach, but she didn't know who it was. She couldn't see very well in the darkness. A light blocked her path as she found herself staring into a pair of blood red eyes.

"Blossom," Her heart stopped beating in that moment and then it began pounding. Everything felt perfectly still, she was still. So much emotion was packed into just one word, one name. Blossom looked up to see Brick in front of her. He walked closer towards her, causing her to rise to her feet and look at him with a bewildered and some-what explosive look in her bright pink eyes.

The tension rose between the pair as they both fell silent for a few moments. It was as if they were having some sort of staring contest and they were both winning. Neither dared to look away, nor speak. The tension became even thicker as Blossom opened her mouth to speak. She couldn't find the words to say.

"Can we just talk, please? I don't want to fight." Brick's voice was dripping with desperation and his hands were up as a sign of surrender. He was feeling rejected after the phone call and all he wanted was to hear that musical laugh of her's again, and see that familiar twinkle in her eyes and hear that beautiful voice.

"Of course we can," Blossom said softly. "What exactly do you want to talk about?"

"I want to talk about you."

Blossom closed her eyes for a few moments. "I'm sorry, okay."

"Sorry about what?"

"I keep thinking that if me and my sisters never came back everything would have been better, you know? There wouldn't be so much drama and Butch would still have both of his kidneys, and you would have found someone worth loving. I'm not sorry that I am what I am, I'm just sorry that I came back."

"Don't say that!" Brick stepped forward, breaking a twig in the process. He tried to reach for her hand but she moved it and looked into those scared red eyes. "Blossom, me and my brothers have no regrets. You and your sisters coming back into our lives wasn't exactly what we had always wanted or knew would happen, but I never regretted letting you walk into our lives!"

There was more silence, and all Blossom could hear was rough breathing on Brick's part, and the pounding of his heart against his chest. Every word that Brick ever said meant something to Blossom, even if it was just, 'Good morning,' even hearing that meant something to her, because she had a feeling that she would hear it every day. These particular words that Brick had just said meant more than any other.

"Why? You have to admit that life around here hasn't always been perfect since we got back. Haven't you ever just wondered what it would be like if we hadn't returned?" Blossom asked.

"Of course I think about it, but that's not the point. The point is that I don't like thinking about it. I know that you regret your choices and just want to fix them, so forget about everything else, Blossom. Just let me help you."

Blossom found truth in his words. She stepped forward just one step and didn't speak or even nod. She looked into his eyes and everything felt right. She had trouble accepting help from anyone ever since her father's death, but when it came to Brick, sometimes her pride wasn't so sacred.

"You know, my dad told me to look for the magic in the world, and for a second I couldn't find it. I felt like there was none because all life gave me was disappointment. I didn't know who I was any more, nothing defined me, but then I looked at myself in the mirror and I started to notice that I didn't need anything to define me." Blossom's voice was soft, with a touch of sadness at her fathers words.

Brick tried to remain silent, to digest her words and let her say what she needed to say. But all he wanted to do was tell her that everything was going to be okay because he knew it was. No matter what life threw at them they had always conquered it with flying colours. Brick felt her hands take his and she looked at him, pink eyes meeting red.

"He was right to say it. When things got really hard, you were still there with me. You knew that something was wrong and you didn't ask because you trusted me, you knew that I would tell you eventually, and I really was going to because..you can wish on a star and it might come true, but that's not the real magic. The real magic is how I found the one person that excepted me for the good and the bad, and I'm sorry I didn't understand that until now."

Blossom took a step towards him and smiled weakly. "I'm done, Brick. With all of it. I'm done with trying to define myself and I'm done with destroying myself. I honestly didn't think I could but then I remembered that I have the most amazing people in my life that I know will help me, you're one of those people, Brick."

A sigh of relief escaped Brick's mouth as he threw his arms around her and pulled her into him. Blossom buried her head into his red shirt. She shut her eyes tightly and held him. In that moment, Blossom could feel the magic. Her father was right. Everyone has that one person that can bring them back to the person they were, everyone had someone that they were destined to be with. Brick and Blossom's relationship was never supposed to be easy, but what mattered was that when neither of them saw the beauty in the world, they could show each other that it was always there.

"I love you-" Blossom said with a small smile. "-and I just wanted you to know that."

Brick broke their affectionate hug and stared deep into her hope-filled eyes. He saw the girl he fell in love with. With a nod, he smiled back at her and placed his hand on her cheek, resting there before he swept away a couple stands of dark red hair.

"I never forgot. No matter what you think, you've always been perfect to me. You don't need to be the prettiest girl in the world, or the skinniest or the smartest. Because you're Blossom, and that's always been enough for me."

Blossom moved closer towards him as she looked up into his eyes that were so filled with love it made her want to cry in joy. Even in the dull ache of the moonlight, he still looked ever so handsome, and his red eyes highlighted his whole face. Blossom felt the hauntingly powerful and immense feeling of pure joy she had been struggling to find for quite some time.

"I'm so sorry." Blossom felt a strong outburst of tears pour out. "For putting you through all this, for lying to you and Bubbles and for everything. I'm sorry."

"Please don't apologize." His deep voice was suddenly very serious. "It's not your fault."

Blossom's eyes beamed with affection at hearing those words. For weeks she had been blaming herself for all the bad things that had been happening to her, but hearing it from Brick made her realise that maybe not all of it was her own doing. She raised her hand and grazed it over his cheek, almost flinching at the feeling of his skin against hers. Both of them were breathing heavily but neither seemed to notice.

Brick felt his lips hover over her own as they both drew closer to each other. Blossom's lips grazed his own and brushed against them. They let the moment linger between them before they finally gave in and embraced each other lovingly. Brick had kissed her with so much love and passion that Blossom could practically feel her head spinning out of this world. She placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him gently, trying to savour the moment as much as she could.

She smiled against his lips when she felt his heart beating so fast and rapid that it seemed as though it might burst.

"God, I love you." He muttered against her lips. To Blossom, it felt as special as the first time he had said those words many months ago..

FLASHBACK;

Blossom kissed him again, and as soon as he was distracted, she stole his red cap and put it on her own head. She was surprised when Brick didn't even moan at her for stealing his hat.

"Aren't you going to yell or at least take your hat back?" She asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Brick smiled sweetly. "Nah, it looks better on you anyway." Blossom grinned at him and took his hand, leading him over to a bench. She sat down and he sat down beside her. She hugged into him, savouring the time alone they had together.

"Hey, you wanna know something?"

"Hm?" Blossom mumbled, not looking up.

"I love you, Blossom."

That made her look up. She was so shocked to hear those words. He had never said them before. Neither had she, it was so new for them. Blossom felt a wave of happiness over-come her. Her head was spinning, his words swirling around.

"..You really love me?" She asked.

Brick nodded. "Yeah. I do."

"Guess what?" She asked playfully. "I love you more, Brick."

"That's not possible." He said shaking his head. The pair clashed into each other's arms and they shared the most passionate kiss they had ever had. Love was a big word, but it was the right word to describe their feelings for each other. Blossom pulled away and caressed his cheek.

"I hope you realise you're not getting your hat back." She said seriously.

Brick chuckled.

Blossom always knew that day was the best day of her life. She never grew tired of saying those words and neither did Brick. Everything seemed so pointless, so black and white. Pushing Brick away was the worst mistake of her life. Blossom was always known as a smart and strong-willed girl, so when that was taken away from her, everything seemed doomed. Until Brick did what he always did, pulled her back to herself.

As she looked into his eyes, she felt lucky for the first time in a while. Her arms snaked tightly around him as if she never wanted to let him go. She felt like if she wasn't around him, or touching his face or kissing his lips, everything would feel wrong to her.

They stood perfectly still, locked in a tight and passionate embrace. Blossom's hand rested on Brick's chest where she could feel the harsh pounding of his heart. She met his eyes intensely and slid her hand around his shoulder, her free hand taking hold of his. The feeling of him in her arms made her feel as though she never them wanted to be apart.

Looks like her wish came true after all.


Skylar's POV

My whole life I had known that I was different. That I would never fit in with the crowd. There was always something that singled me out, apparently it was this disorder. It made me think like a mad man. I thought everyone was talking about me, I thought that Darren despised me, I thought that someone was going to take him away from me.

I'm not crazy, I'm just not exactly sane. Hitting that girl with my car..it was a moment of weakness, a way out. She was going to try and take Darren away from me. I could see it in the eyes. I just kept thinking that if he left me for her, all of those words he said and all of those promises he made would have meant nothing. That would have really drove me insane.

Nothing is black and white in my world. When it came to Tyler, I had a sense that it would all happen again. Do you ever get the feeling when you first see someone, or first meet someone, and you just know that their going to play a big role in your life? That was what I felt when I first saw Tyler, and I was right. But I can't feel that way again. Jealousy will take over, it already has! I saw Heather talking to him and I cut holes in her dress! It might not have been as bad as hitting her with my car, but it was a start.

I'm trying to get better. Taking all these weird medicines and going to therapy, but that will only go so far. One day I'm going to have to accept that I'm not ordinary, I'm just..different.

Will Tyler ever truly understand that? I don't know. He doesn't need someone like me in his life. It's not like we were meant to be with each other, no one really knows if they have met that person. Tyler is everything that Darren was not; charming, sweet, truthful, faithful, courageous, sarcastic, funny..see, Darren was just an insanely attractive and kind guy, until his true colours came out to play and he left me in his dust.

I remember one moment during mine and Tyler's first date that completely changed the way we looked at each other..

FLASHBACK;

The moonlight was romantic and Skylar and Tyler were sitting at the park. They both sat cross-legged on the grass, facing each other. Smiles were on their faces as they chatted about various subjects such as school and their families. Tyler had been reluctant to mention much about his mother. All he told Sky about her was that her name was Elizabeth and she died when he was quite young. Sky didn't push the subject because she noticed his hesitation.

"So, tell me about you." Tyler said with a smile.

Sky laughed. "Don't you already know all you need to know about me, Mr Cairns?"

"Well all that I know about you is that you're a rich girl who seems to hate being rich. You detest your parents and call them by their first names. Um..you have blue hair which clearly you weren't born with and you love teasing me. I find all of those things pretty interesting but I would like to know more." The charming smirk on Tyler's face made Sky's eyes flutter.

The blue-haired beauty turned her head away, her hair hiding a rosy blush that was forming on her cheeks. The way his words reached her made Sky confused. Not even her ex boyfriend, Darren, who she had been in love with for three years could make her feel this way with simple words. She felt his hand graze her cheek and she quickly looked back at him, his hand remained on her left cheek.

"Brown," Sky said to a confused Tyler. "My natural hair colour is brown."

"So why did you dye it blue?"

Sky hesitated. "Well, not because my nick-name is Sky. Mainly because the colour blue represents calmness and peace. Those are things I like to think represent me. Of course, they don't, but I like to think that way."

Never had she told anyone that before. Sky looked at Tyler to make sure he was still paying attention, and he was. His eyes locked with hers with a look of understanding. Sky felt a sharp smile tug at her lips, lifting on side to crook a tiny smile. By the look of his eyes, Sky knew that he was the only guy that would ever really understand her, of course at this moment, she wasn't being at all truthful with him about her past. He couldn't 'understand' her until he knew her, the real her.

"I don't know much about you." Sky said quietly.

Tyler shot her a grin. He remembered the first time he had met her, and spent time with her, she was so detached and crewl to him. All it took was trust for her to be herself in front of him, to stop being so callous. He almost forgot the girl he met. She was so different once you took the time to get to know her and understand her. He liked that he was the only one who did.

"Don't you?" He raised his eyebrow. "What do you know, then?"

She smirked at his challenge. "I know that you don't like people calling you by your real name. You have major family issues, worse than mine. You used to be the arch-enemy of your sister, when you didn't know she was your sister. You're a playboy but a sweet, charming and kind boy at heart, and you took an interest in me as soon as you realised you had to work for it. I like all of that, but I wish to know more." She teased with a small smirk, reenacting his own earlier words.

Tyler returned her smirk. "What do you wish to know?"

That night I really got to know the boy behind the mask. Tyler Cairns was known for being a mischievous, cheeky, charming player, but that night I got to see him, the real him. The boy who longed for the love that his parents couldn't give to him. The boy that broke girl's heart's to avoid them breaking his. The boy who craved danger because he couldn't live without it.

He's not as bad as people think he is. Tyler is an amazing guy, and up until now he was my guy. At this moment, I'm not even sure if he's interested in me anymore. He didn't yell at me to stop me from running, he just stood while I took of into the night. He must think I'm a freak. It's all just like Darren said, he doesn't want me, no one ever would.

"Skylar." That voice was too familiar to not notice. My heart heaved in my chest as I spun around, almost tripping over my own two feet at who was standing before me. I titled my head as my eyes lit up in shock and confusion. He came. He didn't leave me. He's here, and he's here with me.

Tyler.


It was time.

After two hours of dancing, drinking and thinking, it was almost midnight. Buttercup had exactly two minutes until Butch would demand her answer and the course of their relationship would change drastically. There she was, standing by a large oak tree, her eyes darting about to find Butch.

She noticed that everyone was here, all except for Skylar and Tyler who were still off some-where. Brick had returned with Blossom earlier, and now they were off chatting with Bubbles not that far away from everyone, still in the same area. Maxine was slowly making her way over to Brody, but kept taking a reluctant step back every time his eyes pondered over her.

Then she finally saw Butch.

He was standing beside Brody and his eyes locked on Buttercup's. He took a glance at the black Armani watch on his right wrist and then glanced back at Buttercup with a blank look on his face. Buttercup felt her breathing stop at the look on his face. He looked sad, like he knew she would say no before she had even made her answer.

With a slight movement of her head, Buttercup beckoned Butch over to her. He began to stroll towards her and then stood directly in front of her only to be dragged behind the very tree she had been standing in front of. No one could see them now, they had total privacy.

Butch's eyes met Buttercup's.

"So, have you thought about it yet? Because you have exactly," Butch glanced at his watch again. "One minute."

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Of course I have, what do you think I've been doing for the past hour? Daydreaming?"

Butch let a smirk grace his lips. "Maybe."

"Look, idiot. I thought a lot about this so you could at least shut your mouth and let me get on with it!" Buttercup hissed before looking away. "I'm not really good at the whole 'talking' thing so this is gonna be pretty short. Butch, this year I've been in a really bad place. I was depressed, drunk all the time and let's face it, an emotional wreck. If it wasn't for you I don't know what would have happened."

She paused for a few seconds and took a breath. In that moment, she couldn't seem to see Butch any more, all she could see was all of the moments of their hidden relationship flashing through her mind..

Flashback(s);

Butch and Buttercup lay on the floor. They had just talked for an hour straight, which led to another fight, another make up, another break up, then another kiss. It was tearing them both apart that they couldn't just talk normally without fighting. It was like they were best friends, lovers and enemy's all in one.

First they screamed, then they cried out, then they kissed, then they screamed again, then they couldn't see life without each other. Nothing was definite. Everything was a battle.

Buttercup turned her head. Butch was lying on the floor by her side, but they weren't right beside each other. They were far apart, but desperately wanting to inch closer.

"Why do we always fight?" Buttercup asked. Butch turned his head to look at her, and his expression went soft. She looked genuinely frustrated in the fact that they couldn't just have a happy moment, they always ended in an argument.

"We're too much alike." He replied and looked back up at the ceiling. "I like to fight, you like to fight. It just seems to make sense that we fight with each other all the time."

Buttercup frowned, still looking at him. "I know, but I don't want that. How can we be friends or whatever we are if we don't like each other all the time."

Butch's face remained blank. "We'll try and make it work. I want to fight for us, not with you."

They both looked at each other before their gaze went back to the ceiling. Buttercup's hand reached over and she felt Butch's overcome it. They lay there, hand in hand, not knowing what to say any more.

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Buttercup made her way outside, where Butch was. He was sitting in his dark green sports car, the one that Buttercup loved so much. He was looking in front of him until he heard the front door close. Butch glanced to the side and his mouth fell open. There she was, looking like an angel. Maybe the angel of death, but still an angel.

"Wow." Butch said. He was speechless, which was weird for Butch, he always had something to say about everything. Buttercup smirked and hopped into his car. She was amazed that she was managing to walk in heels without falling every five seconds.

"Stop drooling and drive."

Butch smirked. "You look good."

Buttercup glanced at him and smirked back. "I know. Now, drive."

The engine started, and they took off. Buttercup glanced at him from the side of her eye and smiled. She felt Butch's arm lay on the back on her seat around her, and she lay back more. Butch grinned as he drove to school, with the girl he would one day fall in love with.

It was still unclear where they stood, but Butch planned to talk to her about it today. She had her doubts. So did he. Still, they really liked each other, so doubts would fade. Buttercup couldn't deny her feelings anymore.

"So, how about that date?" Butch pushed. Buttercup rolled her eyes but laughed and turned to face him. She narrowed her eyes but she already had her answer.

"No chance." She replied.

Butch smiled. "Then how about instead of me always coming to yours, you come to mine tonight and we have a non-date. Of course, this non-date will still include a lot of kissing."

"Hmm." Buttercup smiled. "What if Brick or Boomer see us?"

"What if they don't." He drawled.

She grinned. "Good point. I'll be there."

"Awesome." The car stopped but they were no where near school yet. Buttercup raised a brow and looked at him. Butch smirked and leaned forward before kissing her passionately. Buttercup felt the air rush to her head and the feeling of butterflies take over her body.

Her arms snaked around his neck as she pulled him in and deepened the kiss. When she pulled away, Butch was staring deep into her magical green eyes. They just looked at each other, not uttering a single word. Buttercup couldn't get the amazing feeling away, that feeling she got whenever he was around.

"If we're not dating, then what are we?" Butch asked curiously.

Buttercup smirked. "Half way in between best friends and dating. I don't want to tell anyone until we know that we're going to last and this isn't a mistake. So until then, we're going to do a Boomer and Bubbles; see each other in secret."

Butch grinned, liking the sound of this plan. Usually dating in secret ruined things like it did with Bubbles and Boomer but that was only because Bubbles' wasn't single. They both were. It was the best thing, they needed to make sure this relationship was right and wouldn't last a couple of days. They also had to learn to talk their feelings out instead of arguing and fighting.

"Not a bad idea, crazy girl." Butch smirked.

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"What you thinking about?" Butch asked his favorite girl. Buttercup and him lay in her bed. Luckily Blossom and Bubbles were out, so they could be as alone with each other as they needed. They could be a couple for a few hours. Buttercup lay, lying in his arms, her hand grazing over his own.

She bit her lip. "This. Butch, what if Brody tells someone? I mean he tells Max everything, she probably knows. We can't be exclusive right now. We need to see if this is going to work first."

Butch looked down at her beautifully sad face, and his free hand locked around her shoulders. His other hand was lying on her stomach, with her hand lying on his. He enjoyed being able to do this. It was hard to pretend there was nothing between them when all he wanted was to be around her all the time, and to be able to kiss her freely.

"I'll talk to Brody, but for the record, I think this will work. Sure, we might not have had the most stable friendship, but that was because we're Buttercup and Butch. Haven't you noticed that we've not had one argument since this all started?" Butch asked her. Buttercup nodded softly and smiled.

"Yeah, I have noticed. It's just..if people know, then things become real. This all feels like some fucked up dream. I like it this way, it makes it all easier." Buttercup said.

The one thing that freaked her out the most was how much they had both changed. It was getting harder to notice herself in the mirror every morning, same for Butch. Pretending that everything was still the same made it all easier for them. Butch understood this, he just hated that it was the only way.

"Okay, crazy girl." He smiled down at her. "I don't care if it takes weeks or even months until we find out if this is gonna work, we'll do it just us. No one else needs to know."

Buttercup smiled in gratitude. Her heart raced in anticipation as Butch's eyes locked with her own and he slowly leaned down to reach her face. His lips loitered about her own. Her eyes closed tight as the connection of their lips made the breathless feeling come back to her. Her arms went numb as she kissed him. They finally pulled away and smiled at each other.

Buttercup blinked the memories away and looked at Butch.

"Like I said, I'm not good at this type of thing so I'm just going to-" Buttercup stopped talking immediately and instantly her lips were on his. Butch was slightly surprised but still kissed back. He thought about how this might just be their last kiss, so he wanted to make it epic.

Buttercup felt her back slam against the tree as Butch grabbed a hold of her waist. It felt just as exciting as their first real kiss that night when they were up in her room. This kiss was more interesting though. It was as if they were both trying to say the words that they couldn't say through the kiss. Buttercup felt dizzy as their kiss turned more passionate and fiery, she was clinging onto him for dear life.

Moments later, they both pulled apart and the silence was deafening.

Butch hesitated to speak, but he felt the words that he dreaded fall out. "Was that a good-bye kiss?"

"Yes," Butch looked down at the ground in sadness but felt Buttercup's hand slide his face back to meet her's. "It was a good-bye kiss, but a good-bye to the secrecy kiss. Butch, my answer is yes, you idiot."

Even though he was in shock from her answer, Butch let out a huge sigh of relief before wrapping his strong arms around her small waist and pulling her into a crushing hug. Buttercup wanted to scream at him for the bone-crushing hug but instead, she let her anger fly out of the metaphorical window, and hugged him back with a tiny smile on her face.

"You had me worried there, crazy girl." Butch breathed out as his arms loosened around her and he pulled away to meet her face. Buttercup smirked at him and leaned closer towards him, not kissing him, just lingering in front of him.

"Good." Was the last thing she said before they both smirked at each other and pulled in for another intense kiss.


Wow, that took longer than I expected. So, like it? Hate it? Love it? Please, do tell.

Well, I haven't worked out the next chapter yet, I've just started to write it, but there will be lots of sweet Butch/Buttercup moments, an intense moment for Tyler/Skylar and some very cute moments with the red and blues.

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Allie Peirce