"Why not ask her out?"

"Why you looking at me then?"

"Get on with it!"

Brute slouched back on the couch. She had just finished her five-second conversation with Butch. Something about him trying to date Buttercup. Brute called him a bitch for not asking her out for fifteen days.

Butch groaned and went up the stairs like a drunk person. He found Buttercup's room and entered it.

Rude for not knocking first.

She looked up from her computer, smiling at him. "Hi, Butch." Buttercup put down her computer and approached him. "So what's up?" she asked.

He was pretty nervous to ask her on one real date. Butch still remembers that seems-like-a-really-cool-but-fake date.

Did Butch actually like her? But he has-

"Um, hello? Earth to Butch?" Buttercup started waving her hands in front of Butch. He snapped out of his trance. "Huh? Sorry what?" He was confused.

She giggled. "Nothing. Just Brute calling you, that's all." Buttercup returned to her computer. He was still standing there. She was telling him to go. He nodded and left the room.

Now Buttercup was left by herself. So she thought for a little while. Out loud.

"Did Butch want to go out on a date with me?" she asked herself. She picked up her computer and put it on her lap. "I really hope so." And typed away.

"Did you ask her?"

He was hesitant. "... No."

Brute stood up from the couch and stood in front of him. She slapped him to the ground. "This is what you get for having that slut you call a girlfriend!" she screamed at Butch.

He got up, holding his red cheek. "Well, I'm sorry for not asking Buttercup! I'll try and break up with her sooner, and I am going to ask Buttercup. Just chill Brute."

Brute scoffed and put a hand on her hip. "Are you sure? What if she goes and dates some other boy? I won't let my best friend go and date anyone I don't even approve of!" Brute calmed down a little. She put a hand on Butch's shoulder. "Besides, you should just go and ask her already."

Her eyes softened. His sister is actually being nice to him. Normally she would yell and do things to him. But this Brute? Butch never seen this side of her.

He just accepted her request. So he nodded. "Okay. I am going to ask Buttercup out on a real date. Don't worry Brute!" Butch grinned and headed upstairs.

She smiled. It wasn't her best friend smile. It was her I'm-so-happy-for-that-fucking-asshole-I-call-a-bro ther kind of smile.

Brick entered her room along with Boomer. "Oh hey guys." Buttercup greeted, still on her laptop.

They stood next to her bed. "How was your day?" Brick asked. She looked up and put her best smile on. "It was fine. Butch was going to ask me something, but Brute called him down. I don't know why, but it's none of my business anyways."

She went back to typing words. Brick and Boomer cringed when she mentioned their brother. Both of them still held that grudge. They will never let Butch love her, no matter what. Brute? She can root for them, but they can't argue with her. They might have monthly scars for the rest of their life.

Brick sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. This made her look up for the second time. She laughed nervously. "So... what did you want to talk about?" she asked.

Boomer spoke up, "I remember Butch telling me about him going to ask you on a date. He also said that it's going to be only you two there." Lies about Butch telling him about the date. The rest are fucking true.

Bitchy Butch wants to go on a date with me? Buttercup thought. Might as well be good enough.

"Okay." Buttercup plainly said. Brick removed his arm and exited her room along with Boomer trailing behind.

After the door was shut, Buttercup shut off her laptop. She put it down and slowly went to the window. She opened it and jumped outside.

Buttercup ran out to the backyard.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?"

A pause.

"Okay. I will think about that, just don't worry."

Butch hung up. Buttercup ran up to him. "Hey."

She put strands of hair behind her ear. "Who was on the phone?" Buttercup asked. She was smiling, Butch couldn't tell her.

Then he thought about the date. He opened his mouth to say something, but Buttercup said to him, "You are going to ask me on a date, aren't you?" She let out a little chuckle.

He couldn't deny that smile at all. So all he said was, "Of course!"

"Tomorrow at eleven. Since we live in the same house, just hurry the hell up. I get impatient." Then she ran off into the house.

His smile faded.

What was he going to tell her? He might not as well mention it.

Butch sighed.

Brick slouched on the couch. He sat with Brute and Buttercup. Brute's eyes were narrowed at Brick. Buttercup snickered.

"What? What's so funny?" Brick questioned, feeling offended. She leaned back on the couch. "Hey, it's not my fault." Buttercup protested. He scoffed. "Yeah, right."

That earned Brick a smack behind the head. Courtesy of Brute. She let out a small laugh. Buttercup smirked. "That is what you get for dissing her!" Brute scolded. He rolled his eyes and looked at Buttercup.

Definitely in love with her.

Would he fight his way for her? Mostly yes. She likes Butch. So would that earn Brick a chance? Possibly. Unless he has a girlfriend...

"Fucking pay attention, Brickhead!" Brute yelled at him.

Buttercup slouched on the couch. His eyes were still glued on Buttercup. He doesn't know if he wants to give Boomer a chance with her. Possibly not. She's his only goal. Brick wouldn't kill his own brothers just to get her.

There's trickery.

"Oh my freaking god, Butch!"

"What?"

"Why are you taking so long?"

"Hey, it takes perfection!"

Buttercup rolled her eyes as she waits by his door. Brute walked by her. She backed up and grinned. "You're welcome." she said. "Yep," Buttercup replied. "When is this jackass gonna get ready? It is almost eleven."

Brute sighed and banged on Butch's door. "Almost ready!" he screamed out. Both of them scoffed. "Fuck you then. I'm going by myself then~" Buttercup made a little wave with her hand and then...

His door opened quickly and came out Butch. Dressed like a teenage boy would wear at any date. Or something like that.

Butch grabbed her hand and ran down the stairs, careful enough to not hurt her. Brute grinned and walked away.

He slowed down and now walking on the sidewalk. "Hey, Bitchy Butch. What the hell were you doing back there?" Buttercup sounded pissed. Well, almost.

"So... you said to change faster!" Butch whined.

Responded by rolling her eyes, she didn't care. Just decided to change the damn subject. "So where are we going anyways?" she asked, crossing her arms. Butch's eyes widen.

A single buttercup.

He picked it up and handed it to Buttercup. She scowled and took the flower. He frowned at her. When Butch wasn't looking, she sniffed it and enjoyed the aroma.

Without looking at her, he said, "I know you like it." She could feel him smirk.

"Just... where the hell are we?" Buttercup calmly questioned him.

They were walking into a forest somewhere Butch knows. He led her to a tree. It was carved 'Butch waz here!'

Buttercup cocked and eyebrow. "Well, here is my place. I know it's not as good as yours, but I was here when I was young. So I prayed that I would bring a very special someone here to this here tree when I become older." Butch explained.

"Oh okay. Like our 'first date', let's sit here and chat!" Buttercup sat on the soft green grass. She patted on the grass, signaling him to sit next to her. She was smiling at him. Butch did too.

Maybe it will be a real date.

"She won't reply!"

"Blossom, please calm down."

"How can I...?"

Bubbles patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, we can look for her tomorrow. Just please don't panic, okay?" Bubbles assured her.

Blossom nodded. Bubbles smiled and exited her room.

"Okay."

Brick and Boomer approached Brute, who was in the kitchen, eating a sandwich she made herself.

"What?" she asked, grumpily. Both of them exchanged glances. "Um, where is Buttercup?" Boomer asked. She looked up. "On a date with Butch. Why?" Brute replied, glaring at the two.

Brick and Boomer had flames in their eyes.

Definitely so jealous of those two now.

If only...