Townsville High
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Chapter 46 - Do or Die
Last Chapter - Buttercup finally said 'I love you' to Butch. Skylar remained her suspicions over Tyler's feelings for his ex girlfriend. Bubbles visited John's grave and began to feel better with the help of Boomer. Maxine decided she wanted to try again with Brody, but she was hiding something that could be a deal breaker. And Blossom's eating disorder seemed to be at ease.
IMPORTANT AN (PLEASE READ ALL OF IT);
So, I noticed that some people voted more than once. See, I checked and noticed that I only had two views on the last chapter between the time of getting over twenty reviews all saying no, and each review was sent seconds after the other. Also the person voted several times on a chapter that I didn't even mention the poll on. So, I've only counted votes through PM and non-annonymous, and by popular demand, the majority of the votes were yes.
There WON'T be any love between him and Buttercup, so can people please stop saying that it will ruin it, because I never mentioned that..ever. It kind of hurt when two people said they would stop reading if I put him in, because I made it clear that I put it up to the readers, it never was my choice. So, stop reading if you want, I can't do anything about it.
Buttercup's eyes rolled open and a sleepy yawn escaped her lips.
She rolled on to her back stiffly. Her eyes opened fully to glance at the battered green clock on the table beside Butch's bed. A smirk formed when she traced the top of the alarm clock, it was close to being broken with how many times Butch had smashed it every morning.
Her smirk faded when she remembered that she had school today. For a few seconds, she pondered if she could get away with faking a deadly illness. Nope, she thought, Blossom could see through the charade easily. Buttercup groaned in defeat.
She turned her head to find Butch, but couldn't see him. She blinked. Butch had gotten up before her? Buttercup couldn't believe it. She brought a hand to her arm and pinched herself. Defiantly awake. She rubbed her now sore arm and sighed, her eyes closed, trying to sleep.
Five minutes after, she was staring blankly up at the ceiling.
Giving up all chance of getting to go back to sleep, Buttercup sat up and untangled herself from the bed sheets, stepping out into the light dimming from the window. She hugged her arms at the coldness. Buttercup began to walk towards the door, almost tripping on several sharp objects that blocked the path to Butch's door.
She made a mental note to threaten Butch into cleaning his room one of these days.
As Buttercup began to descend down the stairs, she could hear many things coming from the kitchen. She could hear Brick and Butch laughing, she could hear music playing and oil frying, and then she could hear Blossom talking to someone.
She made her way into the kitchen and almost gasped at the sight.
Butch was standing in front of a sizzling frying pan, backing away each time the oil started sputtering, close to burning him. Amused laughter was coming from the table, where Buttercup's sisters were giggling each time Butch narrowed his eyes and shot away from the frying pan.
Boomer was laughing too, although he was half-asleep with his head lying on the table. Brick was near Butch, sat on the kitchen counter, flipping through the channels on a small back radio.
The scene was completely shocking.
Buttercup had to pinch herself again, until being almost certain that this was diffidently not a dream. Her attention turned to Blossom, who had taken notice of Buttercup's sudden appearance and was grinning like a child come christmas day.
"Good morning, Buttercup." She said cheerfully.
The raven-haired girl blinked.
Butch quickly made his way over to Buttercup with a spatula in hand and cheekily kissed her on the forehead, causing Buttercup to start jabbing at his stomach in an attempt to push him back. He let out a low chuckle, forgetting the whole 'No personal displays of affection' rule before making his way back to the frying pan.
"What the hell is going on here?" Buttercup looked around at them in shock, causing most eyes to glance at her. She threw her arms up for affect, gesturing to Butch. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were lit with surprise.
"Huh?" Boomer asked in confusion. His voice came out hoarse from being so tired, and Buttercup yelling wasn't helping.
"Butch woke up before me and now he's cooking. What world did I wake up into!?" Buttercup's voice rose highly and her arms began to wave around melo-dramatically. Butch smirked at her before turning back to the eggs he was flipping.
"He can't be that bad." Blossom said softly.
"You're trusting Butch to cook for you?" Buttercup asked Blossom in amusement. "Do you have a death wish?"
Blossom simply smiled in response before looking down at the newspaper on the table. Brick finally decided on a song and put the radio down beside the sink and jumped off of the kitchen counter. He made his way to the table and sat down beside Blossom.
The sizzling and sputtering noises stopped as Butch shut off the cooker and began to pile un-edible looking food onto a plate. Brick looked down at it and his stomach made a loud groaning noise. Blossom suddenly felt nervous. Brick and Boomer were used to Butch's cooking and even they looked like they might throw up.
Butch walked over to Buttercup with the usual boyish grin on his face.
"Who wants breakfast?"
"I'll stick with toast," Buttercup said, moving past him. She stuck two slices of toast into the silver toaster beside the kettle. Her eyes traveled back to her friends and siblings. They were all laughed as they began to poke the inedible food. A tiny smile rested on her face.
It was times like this she really missed her best friend, Mitch. He was just as bad a cook as Butch and he was just as funny too. Being around family was what caused her to miss him so much, because Mitch was always family to her, to all of her sisters. She remembered the one time she finally realised it..
FLASHBACK;
A hearty laugh escaped Mitch's mouth.
"I win!" The brunette exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air in victory. Buttercup watched him dance around her room with narrow eyes. His dance moves were horrendous and he was sure to break something. Buttercup tried not to laugh but she couldn't help it.
Her head shook and her eyes rolled.
"Finally, I bet you at something!" Mitch chuckled while dangling and waving the game controller in front of Buttercup's face. He suddenly braced himself for attack, but Buttercup simply smiled at him, for once not losing her temper at the drop of a pin. She sighed with a soft grin on her face.
"Well done," She said with a nod. "The best man won."
Mitch glanced at her with suspicion in his hazel eyes. "Why are you being so nice to me? This is not the Buttercup Utonium we all love to hate." He asked with a raised eye brow, once again bracing for attack.
A small natural smirk took over young Buttercup's lips. "Do I need to have a reason to be nice to my best friend?"
"..Well, yes. It's you."
She laughed again, this time halfheartedly. "Whatever, Mitchelson. Just give me a rematch, will you? Can't have you gloating, might hurt your precious ego." Buttercup's eyes were lit with competitive energy, causing a boyish grin to tug at Mitch's lips.
Mitch slouched down on to the ground next to her and grinned, his arm flying around her shoulders. "There's the Buttercup I know. Prepared to lose again, Lovely?"
She almost hissed at his affectionate and unfortunate pet-name for her.
"Game on, boy." She teased.
Mitch smirked and looked towards the television, his hands tightening around the controller.
"You'll never change, Lovely."
"Remember that, Mitchelson."
Buttercup grinned at the memory.
She missed it all. Playing video games with Mitch until their fingers hurt and they're eyes were square. She never let him win even once, but she also thought that he had let her win many times, she could never be sure. She even missed his annoying pet name for her, and the way he gloated with each win.
Deciding to push the memories away, she snatched the toast out of the toaster and put both slices on a plate. Buttercup bit her lip before wandering back over to the table and sitting beside Boomer. She took a bite of her toast and laughed at the pained expressions on everyone's face. Butch really wasn't a good cook.
Buttercup soon realised she would have to get used to his inedible cooking soon enough. She wasn't sure where this relationship would go, if it would last until next month or even next week, but she liked to think that they had some sort of future, even if it wasn't the type of future she wanted.
Buttercup imagined her future with Butch, what every morning would be like. She imagined Butch cooking for her, while she slyly snuck up behind him and slid her arms around his waist, giving him a small kiss on the neck before walking over to the table and sitting down.
They would eat in silence, sharing a glance and a smile across the table. Butch would be reading his newspaper and occasionally checking the watch on his wrist. Buttercup would be ripping her piece of toast in half, eating peacefully and quietly.
Soon enough, Butch would glance at his watch and notice that it's time to head to whatever mediocre job he works at. He would take a final sip of his coffee and a bite of his toast, not even swallowing the hard bread before delivering a sweet kiss to her lips and muttering his goodbye.
So cliché.
Buttercup cringed at the scene that played in her mind. That sounded like an every day marriage. The thought made her sick. In a perfect world, Buttercup's future with Butch would be fun and colourful. They would be touring the world as famous boxers, a different city each night, someone making breakfast for them rather than making it themselves. That sounded so much better.
It didn't matter who it was with, Buttercup wasn't prepared to have a boring future like that. Graduation would be here before they all knew it, and no one was sure what the first stage to adult life would hold for them. Their group consisted of mindless drama, casual parties and awkward friendships and love triangles. Not even a single one of them were ready to grow up yet.
"So, do we have plans for after school? I think Brody wanted us to go somewhere." Boomer spoke casually, biting into his oddly crunchy piece of bacon. His face froze in distaste before he slyly slipped the bacon back onto the plate.
"I don't know," Butch responded. "What do you want to do?"
Buttercup was silent for a moment before she came back to reality and turned to Butch. He was smiling expectantly at her. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Whatever's fine with me," She said before putting down half of her toast, deciding against eating the rest. She slipped out of her seat with her plate in hand and put it on the kitchen counter. "I need a shower."
With that said, she snuck out of the room and headed for the bathroom.
Luckily, she had started to leave some of her clothes over here from time to time. It started when she and Butch were just best friends. They often spent the night at each other's houses, playing video games and watching movies. So after time, they just ended up leaving piles of clothes there.
Buttercup turned the shower on and quickly undressed before getting in.
She let the cool water fall as she scrubbed her hair and skin. A groan escaped her lips as she picked up the only acceptable form of shampoo, which was obviously meant for a male. It smelled of mint and rain, something that reminded her of Butch.
After she was done, she reached one arm out of the shower and snatched the soft white towel that was attached to the rack and quickly dried herself with it. She wrapped the towel around her now cold body and stepped out of the shower, her feet soaking the mat in front.
"Clothes." Buttercup muttered, looking around.
She opened the white basket beside the sink and found some of her clothes that she had left a while back. She was surprised to see them all folded properly. She realised that must have been Boomer, if it were Brick or Butch, they would have just thrown the clothes in.
Buttercup smiled and picked out a pair of moss green leggings and a black off-the-shoulder shirt with the logo of her's and Butch's faveorite band, Paramore, across it in green lettering. She stuck them on just in time to hear a knock at the door.
"You decent?" Butch's deep voice came from outside.
"Yeah," Buttercup replied. "Come in."
The door opened and Butch stepped inside. He walked towards her and looked himself in the mirror, checking to see if his hair was still spiky enough. Buttercup rolled her eyes. She noticed that he was now fully dressed in a dark green short-sleeved shirt and black jeans rather than the pajamas he had been wearing downstairs.
"So, I was just thinking about last night." Butch spoke, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. Buttercup smirked as she ran a brush through her damp hair. Their was a strong silence until Buttercup decided to break it.
"You were?" She started. "What were you thinking?"
They spun so they were standing in front of each other, smiles were on their faces, although they resembled smug grins. Buttercup put the brush down and looked up at him, cursing his height, and sucked in a deep breath as she waited for him to reply.
"Well," Butch paused to take her hands in his. "I was thinking that last night was pretty awesome."
Buttercup wasted no time. She let go of one of his hands and let her own rest on his neck. Her full lips reached towards his. When their lips connected, she felt the urgency and the rush that she always had when kissing him. Their lips moved in motion and rhythm.
Butch's free hand met the back of her head, his hand now damp from her hair. He pulled away for just a second before kissing her lips twice and resting his forehead against hers. Buttercup's usual cocky smirk was replaced by a genuine smile. She always looked so beautiful when she smiled, one of the reasons she hardly ever did.
"God, I love you." He muttered, his hands playing with her hair. She smiled up at him and nodded slowly as she felt him tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear affectionately. He looked at her, and began to study her bright green eyes.
For a second, Butch was adamant that Buttercup wasn't going to say it back, but she surprised him. "Hmm. I love you too."
A moment of silence passed.
"Why are you so surprised? I said it last night." Buttercup cocked a brow, watching him as his eyes searched her own. She began to trace his neck with her finger, trying to seem as affectionate and intimate enough to assure him of her feelings. Buttercup was never sure how to express feelings, especially ones she had never felt before, but she tried.
"I know," Butch nodded. "I just never know what to expect with you."
Buttercup's lips stretched into a smirk. "Well, don't expect me to say it in front of people or anything."
Just as their lips were about to press against each other again, there was a loud knock on the door, causing both of them to jump away from each other.
"Come on, ladies! We have school soon!" Brick's voice bellowed.
Butch and Buttercup glanced at each other, shaking their heads and rolling their eyes. They moved towards the door and stepped out, to find Brick standing their with his arms crossed. Buttercup noticed that he was fully dressed too, in his usual red shirt and black jeans.
"Come on then, idiot." Buttercup mumbled, pushing past Brick to get downstairs.
Butch smirked. He knew that Buttercup being all nice and sweet would never last. Butch and Brick followed behind her, meeting the other three downstairs.
Everyone was dressed and ready to go.
Butch reached forward towards the coat rack and snatched his black leather jacket - the same jacket that Buttercup happened to adore - and slung it over his shoulders. He grabbed the door knob and twisted it, opening the front door. Buttercup pushed past him and out the door. He smirked and ran beside her, slyly throwing his arm over her.
For once, she didn't push his arm away, she just walked with him. Behind them, their siblings were either smiling or snickering, okay so only Brick was snickering.
The sun outside stung Buttercup's eyes, causing her to shield away from it. Luckily it was hot enough for her hair to be dry by the time she got to school. She hadn't had enough time to fully dry considering Butch had distracted her.
It was a nice day out, the trees were rustling, the birds were singing and the sun was out, but it wasn't scorching heat outside. Buttercup smiled as she walked. For once, Buttercup wanted to walk to school rather than take Butch's car. It seemed to be a waste to take his car on such a nice day.
"Sky, wait up!"
The blue-haired girl groaned as she heard Tyler's voice nearing. Her heels clicked along the empty corridor, or at least, the corridor that she thought was empty. Seconds later, Tyler was by her side, huffing and panting like he had run a marathon. Sky glared at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What do you want?" She asked.
Tyler immediately stopped in his tracks and waited for Sky to stop walking too. He looked at her with a confused expression. It was pretty obvious that she had been avoiding him, and then when she was with him, she was callous and rude. Something was up, that much he knew.
"Did I do something? I mean, I know we don't exactly have the most stable relationship, but I get the feeling that you've been avoiding me." Tyler laughed nervously, but Sky's blank expression didn't falter.
She crossed her arms and tilted her head. "I'm sure you have better people to talk to anyway."
"Why are you mad at me, love?" Tyler's voice rose wildly. The blue-haired girl in front of him dared to laugh, looking him right in the eye. She looked head on at him - her heels equalling their height - and scoffed. Skylar wondered why she was so in love with him, when he was such an idiot of a boy.
"Last night, love," She spat, mocking him. "You were all over her."
The cold gaze he gave Sky proved that she didn't even need to say the name for him to follow. He knew exactly who she was talking about. His eyebrows raised, partly in shock and partly in frustration. He watched as Sky's body grew rigid and her arms crossed. Her eyes batted, waiting for an answer. Begging, even.
"How many times do we have to go over this, Skylar? She's one of my best friends, nothing more." Sky almost flinched at the urgency in his voice, no longer demanding or raised, just pleading.
Skylar nodded. "That's great, but I'm not asking if you two are together, am I? I'm asking if you still have feelings for her."
"I have feelings for you. Pretty strong and messed up ones."
"But you have those feelings for her too. I'm not as dumb as I look, Tyler."
A deafening silence filled the air, and their eyes remained locked on each other. The fighting was taking it's toll. Neither knew how to stop. Sky didn't know how to trust him, and Tyler didn't know how to be honest with her. It was a dead end.
"You're crazy." Tyler breathed out.
"I'm aware of that," Skylar started. "But I also know I'm right. It's the way you look at her, and the way you talk about her like she's..special. I know I'm right here. If you're not in love with her, then you'd say it. Go on, say you're not in love with Bubbles any more."
There was a deafening silence.
Skylar looked down at the ground, a million emotions running through her mind. She loved Bubbles with everything in her, Bubbles was like her big sister, but when it came to competing with her, there was no competition. They were so much alike, her and the blonde, that Skylar wondered if Tyler liked her because she reminded him of her.
"You're not going to get over her, are you?" Sky asked lightly.
She felt her chin being raised by his hand, and his eyes held her gaze softly. He leaned forward and planted a sweet and subtle kiss on Sky's lips. She got lost in the moment, but craved the urgency of the kiss. Her arms were around him in seconds, pulling him as close to her as humanly possible.
Ever since Skylar and Tyler had been honest with each other about their past's, nothing had been the same. Skylar tried to hard to hold on to what it was that they had, but it was fading. She knew that it was because of Tyler's feelings, they weren't as strong as hers.
"I'm sorry," Skylar mumbled against his lips before pushing him away. He cocked his head and furrowed his brows. With a frown, Skylar began to step back, dangerously close to hitting the wall. "I don't think I can do..this, not when you're in love with someone else."
"Sky, don't-" Tyler cried before grabbing a hold of her arm, trying to stop her from leaving. She snatched her arm back away from his hand, like it was poison. She frowned at him and shook her head.
"If you realise that you're over her any time soon, give me a call. Until then, I don't think I can wait around forever."
With that, she was gone, and Tyler was struggling to hold himself together.
Buttercup's POV
While I should probably be paying attention to whatever Miss Grey is saying, I can't help but think to myself that all teachers are completely insane.
No, seriously.
They finally get out of having to go to High school every weekday, and yet once they're finished, they do some sort of training and come back to do it all over again. Waking up early morning is a chore, and they chose to do it. Idiots. None of them are right in the head.
I know that I'm not exactly the picture of sanity, but teachers? Freaking insane.
All I could hear was the clock ticking and all I could taste was the gross rubber from the pencil I was chewing. My eyes traveled around the room, searching for someone. Anyone. I saw Blossom, but of course she was paying attention to Miss Grey and writing down whatever the woman was saying. Teacher's pet, right there.
Brick is beside her, casually falling asleep, as always. You would think that he would be paying attention too, considering he is a freakishly smart dude and also Blossom's counterpart, but when it comes to class, he catches more sleep than he does at his house. I knew I liked that boy for a reason.
Unluckily, Butch isn't in this class.
I can't see him until lunch. Shame really, I miss him. God, I sound like a girl. What I mean to say, is that I miss being in class with him. We always have a ball, throwing notes at each other - more intended to hit each other with them rather than send a message - and we always mock the teachers. It's fun. In this class, I sit next to someone I don't even know. Boring.
Deciding that Miss Grey's voice was draining, I reached for my pocket and snatched my iPod. I put in my earphones and let the music drown out Miss Boring Grey's voice. As soon as she looked my way, I bent over my desk and began to write random little letters on the book in front of me, also shifting my hair to cover the earphones that stuck out like a sore thumb.
I let out a sigh of relief when she looked away from me, and decided to glare at Brick instead.
"Mr Jojo.."
This should be funny.
"Brick Jojo! Get up, this instant!"
I watched with a smirk as Blossom tried to slyly nudge him awake to avoid getting a detention, but he simply let out an unattractive snore back. My sister rolled her eyes before returning to her work. I tried to hold back my laugh, as did the stranger sitting next to me, as Miss Grey walked up to Blossom and Brick's desk.
"Brick Jojo." Miss Grey hissed, her eyes practically popping out from behind her thick-rimmed glasses. "Wake up!"
Realising that she was having no luck, she banged her book on the desk, causing Brick to jump up so fast that he fell out of his seat. I couldn't control it anymore, I was laughing like a mad man along with the guy beside me and half of the class.
Brick rose to his feet and smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. My laughing must have been the loudest because he turned to glare at me. He shook his head but smiled at me anyway, obviously amused at how easily entertained I was.
I sent him a smirk before he sat back down at his seat, hearing an ear-full from Blossom. Poor guy. It's strange, I used to find Brick too smart for his own good and quite annoying, but he surprises me every day. He's like a brother to Bubbles and I. He's not as much fun as Butch or as down-to-earth as Boomer, but Brick? He's pretty awesome in his own way.
After another five minutes of pointless talking on Miss Grey's end, the bell rang, drowning out the music from my iPod. I shot up from my seat, eager to get the heck out of this class. I ran over and made my way beside Brick and Blossom, casually slinging an arm over Brick, who is the same height as me when I wear my boots, and linked my arm with Blossom before walking out.
We laughed hysterically at Brick, who was still trying to get over the embarrassment from class, and made our way outside to the benches to find everyone.
When we got to our usual bench, I immediately took notice of Butch. On one end of the bench was him, and on the other end, I saw Maxine and Tyler. I jumped up on the top of the bench like a queen B atop her throne and waited for Butch to sit next to me.
He smirked cheekily at me before trying to kiss me, but then got a face-full of my bag. I laughed as he continued to try and kiss me. Idiot. No personal displays of affection. How many times do I have to tell him that?
Blossom and Brick sat down beside each other, while Max and Tyler were still sat at the other end of the bench.
"Where's the blondies, then?" I asked, glancing at Tyler.
If anyone knows where Bubbles and Boomer are, it would be him. It took Tyler a few seconds to respond to me, because he had his head in his hand, and looked to be in a whole other world. A wild shot in the dark, he most likely got into a fight with Sky. God, they remind me of me and Butch, back when fighting was all we did.
Tyler shrugged, finally turning his attention towards me. "Probably in the gym. Bubbles had dance class so that's most likely where she'll be."
My eyes did a double-take around the area, but I couldn't find my sister or her stupid boyfriend anywhere. I expected them to be here by now. They're probably paining rainbows and kittens or kissing. Ew. That's all the imagery that I need. Not that I don't enjoy watching Red and the idiot slobbering all over my sisters, but picturing it as well makes me want to vomit.
"So, how was Miss Grey?" Maxine asked, tapping her pencil on her the book in front of her. Doing her homework at the last minute? Max and I have so much in common.
I rolled my eyes. Maxine knows how much I hate that four-eyed, mean, detention-giving teacher of mine. If I wasn't trying so hard to not get kicked out before graduation, I would have told her where she could stick her detention slips ages ago. She always picks on me and Brick, yet treats Blossom like a model student. It should be illegal to hate someone as much as I hate Miss Grey.
"She was a bore, as always," I snickered. "Although she gained a tiny bit of respect when she slammed a book so hard on Brick's desk that he fell on the floor. Highlight of my day." I responded gleefully, earning a smack on the arm from Brick.
"That wasn't funny." He shot back.
I smirked. "Really, Red? Because I'm pretty sure that you were the only one that wasn't laughing."
Everyone - excluding Red, Blossom and I - started to laugh. Butch was howling like a monkey, which I guess makes sense, because his dad was a monkey. I sent an easy smirk Butch's way as he himself almost fell of the bench. Brick was pouting like a little kid and Blossom was mirroring his expression and touching his shoulders affectionately.
"I didn't laugh." Blossom said sweetly.
Brick rolled his eyes. "But you wanted to."
"No, I didn-" Blossom started, but a grin broke out. "Okay, so I did."
Me and Blossom laughed together, causing everyone else except for Red to start laughing again. Brick was getting pretty annoyed. The vein on his forehead was threatening to burst. I grinned at Brick. Yes, he's definitely my brother, this was how brother and sisters treat each other, right? Just look at Max and Ty, always making fun of one another.
"Sorry, it was just so hilarious." I said, biting my tongue to keep me from laughing all over again.
"I forget what Butch sees in you," Brick said with a shake of his head. "You're pure evil."
Butch's arm crawled over my shoulders, making me tense and glare at him, my eyes practically threatening to chop it off.
"Evil, but cute."
"You did not just call me cute." If I was an anime character, I'd have steam streaming from my ears and my face would be red. God, this boy really knows how to make me mad. Butch realised his mistake but didn't remove the stupid grin off his face or the arm from my shoulder.
"Aw," Brick cooed. "Buttercup's so cute."
"Brick, I wouldn't-" Blossom tried to warn him, but in an instant I was off of the bench and on top of Brick, trying to break something. By the end of it, we were both rolling about the ground like five-year old's fighting over a toy, and everyone at the bench was laughing.
Red and I tried to keep the intense stare-off going, but couldn't help laughing ourselves.
"Any of you call me cute again, it will be the last words any of you ever speak." I said with a threatening but playful undertone before rising to my feet, helping Red as I did so. I sat back on top of the bench and started to jab Butch in the side, itching for a fight.
Instead of jabbing back, like I wanted him to, Butch tackled me in a hug. I rolled my eyes but remained still anyway. I felt his presence near my ear and he started to whisper something.
"Love you, crazy girl."
I chuckled, while Brick and Tyler were trying to figure out what he was whispering. I leaned into Butch and whispered back to him.
"Yeah, love you too, idiot." I smirked as did he.
Is there such a thing as hypnotism? Seriously. Butch Jojo just called me..cute, which is without a doubt the worst insult ever to me, and yet I'm sitting telling him that I love him. He's hypnotised me. I'm sure of it.
God, this boy will be the death of me.
Normal POV
"Watch where you're going." Tyler huffed as he pushed past someone blocking his way. When he got a chance to see who he had bumped into, his face fell. It was Brody, in all his glory, smiling in a friendly way. Tyler crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes to slits.
No Maxine to stop him from saying something this time.
Brody raised his eyebrow as Tyler watched him silently. The tension was thick around them. Moments of painful and deafening silence passed until Brody finally decided to speak.
"Sorry," He muttered. "You alright, Ty? You look kind of..pissed off. Have another fight with Skylar, huh?"
Tyler's jaw clenched. "Yeah, but that isn't why I'm pissed off. Where you ever planning on telling me about the kid, McKane? Or where you just going to wait until Maxine popped out another McKane and I would just be alright with it?"
Brody bit his lower lip, watching as Tyler's face lit in rage. His mind raced. Tyler knew. Brody was aware that he probably should have spoken with him about this the second he found out. Him and Maxine both knew that this wouldn't end well once Tyler found out.
"Look, I was going to tell you, but Max wanted to. I didn't know that you knew."
A bitter laugh echoed throughout the school halls. "I'm not mad about that, I'm just mad. What was going through your head, Brody? I always knew that you and Max weren't exactly children but having one at this age? Why didn't you stop this?"
Brody's face furrowed in confusion. "Stop this? Like, an abortion? Are you crazy? Maxine would have never gone for that, and I didn't want her to. For someone who also doesn't have a mother, I'd think that you of all people would understand why Max want's this."
"She wants it because it's just another reason to have you running around," Tyler spat. "I'll say this once, you bloody stay away from my sister!"
"You mean the sister that you used to hate more than anyone!? You don't get to play the protective big brother now, you're a bit late for that, Cairns!" Brody shot back.
In an instant, both boys thrashed towards each other and started attacking one another. Many students flooded around them, shouting things like, "Go on, Brody!" or "Come on, Cairns."
Eventually, two girls made their way past the floods of people and into the circle. It was Maxine and Buttercup. Just as the fight was getting interesting, Maxine pulled Tyler back as Buttercup did with Brody.
"Are you two insane!? Stop this, right now!" Maxine scolded, holding Tyler back as he thrashed wildly to get another punch in. He was sporting a nasty shiner over his eye, while all Brody had was a busted lip, nothing too major but the blood pouring down his chin disagreed.
Maxine let go of Tyler and waited to see if he was going to go for Brody again, but he just stood perfectly still on spot. Maxine looked around to notice that everyone was still watching and waiting for something to happen. She got even angrier in a matter of seconds and turned to the crowd.
"There's nothing to see here! Beat it!" Maxine bellowed, causing most of the students surrounding them to scurry away like scared rats. No one wanted to be on the end of an angry Maxine Slater. Being the second best female boxer of the school - just behind Buttercup - really payed off.
Buttercup let out a low chuckle and shrugged.
"Hormones." She stated. Maxine sighed and glared at Buttercup with a cross face before turning back to the two boys. Tyler's face went just as red as Maxine's, causing Buttercup to realise she had said something wrong.
"Wait, you knew? Was I the last to know!?" Tyler yelled hysterically.
"Well, Brick knows. But that's it, no one else."
Tyler's eyes locked with Maxine and she noticed a small look of betrayal. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, biting her lower lip. Without another word, Tyler turned and stormed off away from them. Buttercup glanced between Maxine and Brody awkwardly, unsure of what to say.
"Damn it." Maxine cursed before running off.
Buttercup said a quick goodbye to Brody before running after Maxine. She finally cornered the brunette at the end of the hall after at least thirty seconds of running. Maxine caught her breath and turned to Buttercup with sad eyes.
"What am I supposed to do, Buttercup?" Maxine asked breathlessly. "I was on my way to ask Brody if he wanted to get back together with me, and I find him literally fighting off Tyler! How can I be on good sides with both of them if they hate each other? Buttercup, tell me what to do."
Buttercup sighed. "Max, you just need to wait. You'll see, it'll all blow over soon. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?" She laughed.
Maxine let out a small laugh and nodded. "I guess so. I'll just wait a week. It's not like anything can make this worse, right? So I'll just wait. Thanks."
What Maxine wasn't aware of yet, was that it could only get so much worse...
Lunch time was almost over, and Blossom was determined to find Skylar before class.
It was hard not to notice Tyler's distant attitude, and for the many months that Blossom knew him, she knew for a fact that he only ever acted that way because of a girl. She took a shot in the dark and assumed that he had fought with Skylar.
Being Sky's best friend, Blossom found it her responsibility to find her and make sure she was alright. After checking most of the places that Sky could usually be found, Blossom wandered into the girls bathroom.
Just like she thought, there was Sky, sat on the bunker beside the sinks, her head in her hands. Blossom did a quick check of the stalls to make sure that they were alone before she made her way over to Sky. The blue-haired girl raised her head and smiled weakly at Blossom, like nothing was wrong.
"Are you okay?" Blossom asked. She could see the red blotchy marks under Sky's eyes.
"Sure," Sky said unconvincingly. "If you call finding out that you're a complete idiot being okay." Blossom's face cowered in confusion. She jumped up on the bunker beside Sky and looked at her with curiosity lit in her pink eyes.
"What do you mean? Did something happen with you and Ty?"
Sky nodded slowly. "I asked him if he is still in love with Bubbles, and he kept changing the subject. I asked him upfront about it and he was silent. So I took it as a yes," She paused to look at Blossom's expression. "Don't look so surprised, B, he never really did stop loving Bubbles. I can't really compete with that."
Blossom frowned instantly. "There is no competition, Skylar. You know that Bubbles is happy with Boomer. She never even thought that she loved Tyler. She isn't going to go after him again or anything."
"That's the point," A single tear slid down Sky's cheek. "He knows that she would never take him back, and he still has this fascination with her. He still loves her even though he knows that it's pointless."
Blossom watched as Sky looked down at the knees, that were pressed up against her chest. She let out a sigh and bit her lip. Never in all the time that Blossom had known Sky, had she ever seen her best friend so in love and so happy with one guy, not even Darren. It shocked Blossom to the core.
"I was honest with Tyler about things that I hadn't told anyone, not even you, and he still can't be honest with me. He loves her, and I'm scared that I won't be able to take it. I know people can see it, the way he looks at her. Boomer doesn't mind because he trusts Bubbles, but I can't trust Tyler. He doesn't prove it, I just wish he would prove it." Sky sulked.
Blossom nodded in understanding. "I'm sure he'll prove that he loves you soon. Ty's just the kind of guy that has trouble showing it, like Buttercup, but they do it in their own little way. Just give it time. I promise that it'll all get better."
Skylar turned away, images that scared her bringing to mind. She was afraid. She was terrified that jealousy would take over her mind again and make her do something she would regret like she did with that girl who was all over Darren. She couldn't let that happen, not again.
"Yeah, I'm sure you're right. Um..I'm going to just head home, you know, drink my troubles away like always," Blossom smiled at Sky's comment. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay." Blossom nodded.
Sky gave Blossom a tight hug, which not only surprised Blossom but shocked her a little as well. She really must be upset if she's acting like that, Blossom thought. Sky broke the hug and smiled at her best friend.
"I love you, Blossy. I'll see you later."
With that said, Sky made her way out of the bathroom, casually wiping the wet mascara from her face.
The music bounced around the room as Bubbles finally took a break from her dancing.
She was alone - Well, she would be, if it weren't for Boomer watching her - in the gym hall. When she took notice of Boomer by the door, she grinned uncontrollably and ran up to him, almost tripping over her own feet. She wasn't expecting to see him so soon.
Bubbles stopped in front of him and her grin only got wider. Boomer grinned back at her before leaning down and placing a soft and sweet kiss on her lips. It was brief, but cute. Bubbles snaked her arms around his waist and smiled brightly up at him.
Usually, most girls would wrap their arms around a boy's neck, but considering the size difference between them, Bubbles had to go for the waist. She didn't mind though, being small was never an issue for her, it just meant she could dance better and was always considered cute.
"I thought you had History." Bubbles said as his arms reached her back.
"Well, technically I do. I just thought that I could blow it off to see my favorite person." He responded sweetly, his arms wrapping tighter around her. Bubbles nodded and went in for a hug, pressing herself against his chest, which strangely caused a hiss of pain to escape.
Bubbles instantly pulled away and raised her eyebrow. "Boomer, what's wrong?"
"I just think I pulled a muscle, that's all." Boomer said, very unconvincingly.
He didn't have enough time to stop her before she yanked up part of his soft baby blue shirt, revealing a horribly painful looking mark. The scars were visable from the car crash a few months ago. He and Bubbles had both needed stitches, but Boomer's had supposevly healed a long time ago, but as of now, they were turning a fine shade of purple.
"You're stiches..they're bruised. How did this happen? I thought they had healed?" Bubbles asked. Her voice was laced with concern and confusion. Boomer sighed and looked down at the deformed scar on his stomach, the one thing that made his other-wise perfect body ruin.
"I don't know."
Bubbles looked up at him with a frown plastered over her face.
"You don't know?" She repeated. "Boomer, these stitches should have healed ages ago! Mine did. How come I can still see them perfectly? How are they bruised and all..painful looking. Boomer, what aren't you telling me!?"
Boomer placed his hands on Bubbles' shoulders, his eyes begging her to calm down. She didn't let up for even a second. She wanted to know exactly how this was possible. Months old scars don't just start looking like that for no reason.
"Hey, I'm fine, Angel. No reason to worry. Seriously, I guess they just randomly opened up again or I must have fell of the bed last night and forgot."
"You slept on the floor." Bubbles said, her facial expression pained.
Boomer bit his lower lip. "Then I..damaged them during gym. I don't know, okay. I'll get checked out by Dr Russell later this week."
A small pout stretched Bubbles' lips. "You promise?"
"I promise." Boomer smiled at her. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. Bubbles nodded against him and hugged into his side, making sure that she wasn't adding any pressure to the right side of his body, where the stitches lay. She snuggled her head into his shirt and stared at the wall with unblinking eyes.
Something wasn't right, and Bubbles intended to find out what was happening.
School was finally over for another day. Although the warm and sunny day had suddenly turned into a shuddering cold in a matter of hours. Buttercup was very angry, she had been enjoying the nice weather. Her and Butch were on their way back to Butch's house, on their own, because their siblings were long gone.
Butch looked down at Buttercup and noticed her shivering slightly. He quickly detached himself from his warm leather jacket and draped it over Buttercup's shoulders, startling her. She hugged the jacket that she was so fond of and smiled to herself. The usual smell of damp leather, mint and rain surrounded her, reminding her of how Butch always smelled.
"Thanks." Buttercup spoke quietly.
She walked with the jacket around her like a loose cape, rather than slipping her arms through the sleeve holes. Butch so very slyly put his arm around her as they walked in silence, and was once again surprised when she didn't protest. Then he remembered, they were alone, all forms of physical contact and displays of affection were aloud.
Realising what that meant, Butch stopped walking and turned towards Buttercup.
He didn't even leave enough time to explain before he pressed his lips into hers, savouring every second of it. Buttercup eased into the kiss, sliding her arms around his waist. Butch held onto each end of his jacket and pulled it tighter around Buttercup, shielding her from the icy rain that was pouring around them.
"I never get sick of doing that." Buttercup muttered against his lips.
Butch pulled away and chuckled, noticing that she hadn't moved her arms away yet. He smiled down at her and stroked her hair with his dripping wet hands. Butch found it refreshing to be affectionate with Buttercup now, because she was being equally affectionate back.
"Good," Butch's deep voice spoke. "I love you."
The way he said it was in sort of a teasing manner, and also a happy manner, because he realised how amazing it felt to say it and also have her say it back to him. It was perfect, as Buttercup had put it.
"I know you do," She teased back. Butch raised his eyebrows expectantly, causing Buttercup to laugh. "I love you too, idiot. Now come on, I don't really want to get soaked."
They laughed before turning and walking again.
The sky was dark now, and the rain was still pouring. Many hours had passed. While everyone was back at their houses, all nice and warm, Tyler was running like a mad man in the middle of the road.
Rain sloshed around his feet as he ran as fast as he could to get to Skylar's house. He wanted to smack himself in the face for being such an idiot. Tyler had the perfect girl in his life, and he had managed to ruin it all because he couldn't let his feelings for Bubbles go.
"Come on, come on!" Tyler muttered to himself as he ran like the wind.
He couldn't waste a single minute.
Tyler needed to get to her house, and tell her that he wanted her, now. He had to tell her what he had realised. He had to tell her that he loved her, and sure, maybe he loved Bubbles too, but that wasn't what he wanted. The thought of losing Skylar scared the living life out of him. He couldn't let his perfect match fall from between his fingertips.
"Damn it!" Tyler hissed as he swerved to avoid a passing car.
He ran across the road and continued to run until his legs felt like they might fall off. When he saw Sky's house in the near distance, a huge smile crossed his lips. After another minute of running, he found himself standing in front of Sky's extraordinary home.
Tyler almost tripped over someone sitting on the stairs outside the house. He looked down, hope filling his eyes, until he noticed dark red hair, and pink eyes.
"Oh, Bloss. Hey." Tyler said with a friendly smile.
"Tyler."
"Is Sky in? I need to talk to her. Well, more like prove something to her. Sorry, I'm rambling. Is she here?" Tyler couldn't wait any longer, he needed to see Sky's beautiful face. He needed her.
Blossom looked up at him, her face masked of any emotion. Tyler furrowed his brows at Blossom. There was a moment silence until she finally spoke.
"She's not in."
"Oh, is she out? Do you know where?"
There was more painful silence.
Blossom shook her head.
"Tyler, she's gone."
"Gone? What do you mean, gone?" Tyler asked nervously, his eyes growing with worry. Blossom swallowed the lump in her throat and bit her bottom lip so hard that she could taste coppery blood filling her mouth. She let out a deep breath and looked back up at Tyler with weary eyes.
"I went in to check on her, she was acting weird earlier and she told me that she would see me later, so I came over. It's empty, Tyler. It's all gone. Skylar..she's gone."
Silence.
"No..she can't be gone. This is a mistake."
Blossom shook her head sadly. "This is no mistake. Skylar is gone..she's left Townsville."
Tyler's eyes widened in shock.
So, there you have it!
We lose a character and gain a new one. If you're surprised, remember Sky's condition. Of course if you didn't realise it when she was talking to Blossom, Sky was worried that she might get too jealous and do something to Bubbles, so the best solution was to leave Townsville..and her best friend..and the love of her life...yeah, I'm pretty cruel. :(
Things will be heating up from now on. New twists will be coming. It's all very exciting, I hope it will be anyway. So, yeah, give me your thoughts on the chapter :)
Next Chapter - A week after the events of this chapter, things are heating up. Buttercup is shocked by the arrival of Mitch Mitchelson. No one has heard from Tyler since Sky's depart. Bubbles has her suspicions over Boomer's health. And Maxine has a secret.
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Allie Peirce
