"Dress the same like you did yesterday."
"Really?"
"Yes! Now get to it!"
Buttercup pushed Butch into his room, shutting the door. Brick and Boomer stood by her, while Boomer shook his head. "Your brother can be an idiot sometimes." Buttercup sighed. Brute came out from her room. "Heeyy! What's up?" she said, walking towards the three.
Brick spoke up, "Well, Buttercup here." he gestured to her. "Was saying that Butch is an idiot." Brute thought for a little. "True," she pointed out. "I fucking heard you!" Butch screamed through the door. All four of them rolled their eyes. "Bitchy Butch," Buttercup shook her head. "Very," Brick agrees. Boomer and Brute nodded.
Butch opened the door to reveal his same clothes that he had just wore yesterday. His hair was still a great mess. "Welcome," Brute sarcastically said. Butch walked himself towards Buttercup. Brick and Boomer's eye twitched. Brute noticed and stifled a laugh. "I'll be right back. Brute, watch the three if they come into my room." Buttercup walked to her room. Brute crossed her arms and walked right in front of the three boys. "Don't even think of going there." Brick, Boomer, and Butch just blinked at her. "Just whatever. Also, I'm watching you three little boys."
Boomer gasped quietly, "Hey! We aren't little boys! We're seventeen, for god's sake!" Brute plainly rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah. Okay. I believe you," Brute sarcastically said and put a hand on her hip.
The three boys just sighed in despair.
She stood in front of her floor-length mirror. Buttercup wore a green tank top with a black cardigan, black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. For a finishing touch, she added fingerless gloves. She wouldn't dare to wear makeup. She obviously likes her natural beauty. To Butch, he thinks that she should wear a little piece of makeup. She just ignored his suggestion and fixed her hair a little.
"Isn't it perfect?" Buttercup whispered to herself. She struck a violent pose and just smirked. She grabbed her backpack from her bed and rushed out the door.
"Can you stop watching us? You're creeping us out."
"I can do what I want. Besides, I'm older than you all."
Brute watched the three across from her. Her eyes were narrowed. They sat in the living room, waiting for Buttercup to come out. "Hey! What're you bitches doing lying around? No offense, Brute." Buttercup yelled while coming down the stairs. Butch was drooling. Brick and Boomer gawked. Brute smacked all of them, making them snap out of their daze. Buttercup smirked at her.
"Sorry..." All three mumbled. Brute spoke up, "Hey, Bitch. Buttercup is already here so get on with it!" She grabbed Butch and Buttercup's hands and let them go when they're outside. Brute shut the door. All the two heard was a "Good luck!" from Brute.
Both of them stood on the front porch, staying quiet. He broke the silence, "So where do you want to go?" Butch asked. Buttercup looked up. "Well, wherever you want to go, Bitch." Buttercup let out a chuckle and walked off with Butch.
"First of all, my name is Butch. Not Bitch, okay?" he corrected.
Buttercup scoffed. "Sure whatever you say, Bitch."
"It's Butch."
"Sure, Bitch."
"It's Butch."
"Okay, Butch."
"It's Bu- Oh wait." He finally realized it, making Buttercup laugh hard. "Shut the hell up."
Buttercup kept on laughing. "Okay... Sure..."
He just groaned and walked. While Buttercup snickered at him.
"Stop pacing, Blossom. I'm sure she's as fine as you think."
She stopped and turned to face her. "Help me." she said. Bubbles came over and helped her sit on Blossom's bed. Bubbles just stood in front of her. "So why are you worried about her, anyways?" she asked.
Blossom didn't look at her. "Without her we aren't a team. I mean that if the professor was here, he would deal with this kind of situation. Also, she hadn't replied yet." Blossom explained. Bubbles sighed. "Blossom, remember what I said yesterday. She will be fine, so don't worry!"
She let the thought sink into her head and nodded. Bubbles stood up, patted her shoulder and left her room. "I'll be okay without her anyways." Blossom muttered, pulling off the covers and crawled in.
I'm sure. . .
Buttercup looked at the buttercup in front of her. "Only one flower?" she scoffed. "Really, you have to get a lot for your lady!" Buttercup put a hand on her hip.
Butch glanced at the flower then back at her. He groaned again. He went down and picked a lot of buttercups. For their date, Buttercup decided that she wants to go to her favorite place in the world: a field of buttercups. Butch rolled his eyes once he got there.
He stood up straight and put his arm out to her. "Your favorite flowers, Buttercup." Buttercup snatched the flowers away from him and turned her back on him, sniffing the flowers. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, her back still turned. Butch grinned slyly and hugged her from behind. He whispered in her ear, "You're welcome." She blushed scarlet.
Buttercup was stiff as a statue, still blushing. Butch smirked. "Are we done here? I wanna go home." Butch looked around the field. Buttercup poked his shoulder, "Come on, you don't want to spend time with me?" she playfully asked, with a pout.
"Okay, okay. What do you want to do, Miss Buttercup?" Butch questioned.
Buttercup thought for a while. Then a light bulb on top of her head lightened up. She clapped her hands together. "I got it!" Butch glanced at her. "What is it?"
She grinned. He didn't like that grin. Butch wanted to protest but Buttercup grabbed his arm and ran. She pulled him somewhere.
A tree?
She stopped. Of course. A. Fucking. Tree. Butch smoothed out his clothes. Buttercup looked at the tree. There was a carving on the tree. Did she carve it? Buttercup smiled.
"Hey, so why are we here?" he looked at her. She faced him. "When I was a kid, my dad took me here all the time and I..." she gestured to the carving. "... made this while he would give me a bunch of buttercups. Now that he's gone, I went by myself. This tree contains a lot of memories. One time I made a wish that I would make another with my future boyfriend. So I'm guessing it really came true."
"Well, I was here because I won. Right?" Butch touched her shoulder. She nodded. "So are we gonna go back home now?"
"Yes, come on Bitchy Butch!" Buttercup ran away, sticking out her tongue and laughing. "Oh, you're gonna get it!" Butch started to chase her around until they got home.
"Hey."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Brute narrowed her eyes at Boomer. He put his hands up in defense. "You want to ask out Buttercup, don't you?"
He blushed red. "N-no! I mean, I just want to be friends, that's all!" Brute rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay." she sarcastically said, leaning back on the couch.
The door burst open. Showing Butch and Buttercup. Brick came back from the kitchen, holding a glass of water. "Welcome back," he greeted, sitting on a chair. Brute stood up, approaching them and rubbing her hands together. She was grinning.
"So how did it go?" A bit too excited. Buttercup gestured to Butch. "Ask him, I'm tired." She went upstairs to her bedroom. Both of them watched her go up the stairs.
Now Brute glared at Butch. "What the hell did you do?" she demanded. His eyes widened. "We went to her favorite place." he replied quickly. She narrowed her eyes. "Like where?"
Menacing looks. "A field of buttercups..." he responded. Brute stood up straight. "Well, that's enough for today." She faced Brick and Boomer. "Okay!" she clapped her hands together. "Time for bedtime!"
Brick raised an eyebrow at her. "But it's not night yet." Brute's happy face became her 'death' face. All three winced. "I say it's bedtime when I say it!" Brute screamed at them.
"That didn't make any sense." Boomer chimed in. Now her glare had moved onto Boomer. "One..." she said to gritted teeth. "Two..."
Their eyes widen and rush upstairs. "Three." she happily said, skipping up the stairs. First stop: Buttercup's bedroom.
She knocked on her door. "Come in!" she yelled through the door. Brute opened the door to see Buttercup on her bed, laying still. Brute entered and closed the door behind her. She stood beside her bed. Buttercup glanced up at her.
"So what's up?" Buttercup questioned. Brute looked at her, happy. "What did you do on your 'date'?" She put air quotes because... you know that it wasn't a real date! Well, to the people who think it is...
Buttercup sat up. "Well, he gave me buttercups and I showed him that carving on the tree." Buttercup plainly answered. "Wait, was it that tree?" Brute questioned. She nodded. "Oh.."
"Yeah. Well, I guess I better sleep. Good night." Buttercup laid back down and pulled the covers on her. Brute walked towards the door, opened it and looked at Buttercup. She grinned. Her best friend of her entire life. She exited and shut the door quietly. Brute walked back to her bedroom.
"I'm thinking Buttercup likes my idiot brother." Brute whispered to herself while she pulls the blankets on her body. She grinned and slept.
The next morning, Buttercup woke up early and sneaked off to Butch's room holding a stick.
She slowly opened the door and peeked in to see if he was awake or not.
He wasn't.
Buttercup grinned. She tiptoed to his bed and poked his cheek with the stick. She silently laughed. Butch grabbed the stick, eyes still closed. "What the fuck?" Butch laughed and his eyes opened.
"Dude, what're you doing?" he asked. She looked down on him. "What? A little fun couldn't hurt?"
He laughed again and sat up. She slowly backed up. Butch stood up. "BRUTE!" she yelled, still standing there.
After a while, the door came bursting open, Brute came running with a baseball bat. She started to hit Butch in the back. "How... Dare... You... Molest... My... Friend?!" she screeched in between.
Buttercup checked her watch. A minute passed. Enough hitting. She touched Brute's shoulder and told her to stop. She backed away and gave Butch a death glare. She exited the room.
Butch laid on the floor, hands covering his face. "Is it over?" His voice muffled. She snickered and bent down.
Buttercup gently put down his arms and put it to his sides. "Lazy ass, get up!"
He slowly got up, crossed his arms, and gave her a glare. "What?" Buttercup questioned. Butch let out a snicker. "Nothing." He got up and left. Buttercup just was sitting there, thinking.
"Oh well."
She went and followed him.
After lunch was done, Buttercup went and washed the dishes. She did not notice Butch walk in and watched her.
"Hey, girl." Butch cooed. Buttercup stiffened and her eyes looked to the right. He was watching her. Besides, he has that fucking smirk on his face.
Did she hate that smirk or some sorts? She did.
She finally got out of her stiff-as-a-motherfucking-statue-because-Butch-was- looking-at-me mode.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" she asked, continuing to clean. He leaned on a cabinet. He still had that 'annoying' smirk. "Well, can I help you with those dishes? I don't like it when ladies get all the work."
Butch gently shoved Buttercup to the side and started to do Buttercup's work. She was impressed with him. Maybe too impressed.
While Buttercup was busy daydreaming, Butch threw her a piece of soap on her clothes. She saw that and threw another one at Butch.
Great payback.
"Is this how you flirt with girls?" Butch cocked an eyebrow.
"Is this how you flirt with boys?" Buttercup did too.
Buttercup gave a small chuckle and continued to clean the dishes with him. "Touché." Butch grinned.
As they were on their last dirty dish, their hands 'accidentally' touched. Both of them looked up. Buttercup was blushing and looked away. Butch was laughing.
Buttercup stuttered, "C-come on. Le-let's finish."
Butch was still mesmerized by her boyish, yet girly personality. Buttercup put the last dish in the cupboards, and looked at Butch. Her blush was gone. He frowned. Butch actually liked her blushing.
Since he was looking at her, she felt hot flames rush up to her cheeks. "I-I'm going up to my room." She rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Butch standing near the sink.
That made his day.
Brick stood from a nearby wall watching Butch and Buttercup 'flirt' while washing the dishes. He scowled at the two. Boomer walked in and Brick pulled his arm, pointing at them.
He asked, confused, "What about them?" Brick glared at him, then pointed at them. Butch and Buttercup was too busy 'washing the dishes' to notice the two brothers. "Look at our brother, trying to make her fall in love with him. She should go out with one of us. Not Butch." he explained. "That bastard." Brick tsked.
Boomer let this go into his brain.
"But won't that destroy their relationship?"
Now Brick was getting annoyed. So he glared daggers at his youngest brother. "What happened to that Boomer liking Buttercup from the first day he met her?" Brick questioned Boomer.
His eyes widened and nodded along with Brick. "Yes."
So they kept watching the two.
Jealously got involved.