A/N Hey guys I know it has been awhile (for me anyway) since I last posted. This may or may not be a little rougher around the edges than normal due to finals coming up! Anyway I hope you all enjoy his chapter and as usual please please please read and review!

Boomer~

I woke up to my head pounding. Whatever Butch gave me was just enough to get me through the nervousness of both the colossal crowd that grew even larger after BarBritt posted Buttercup's new drinks and the nervousness to actually kiss Bubbles. I placed my head between my hands and took big, slow breaths. It probably didn't help that I had taken so many of whatever the hell he gave me. Every breath I took was filled with vanilla, which meant Bubbles had been here. I smirked to myself and lifted my phone off of the night stand. It was Monday and the weekend was finally over.

Boomer: Thanks for the pick me up. I really needed it.

Butch: I know you did. I'm busy don't expect me to reply for a few hours man.

Brick: I am sick of you two being elusive. The last weekend of this month is boys' weekend. Both of you request off or else. Father is well enough that I can leave him unattended for a few days.

Boomer: Are you going to send him somewhere?

Brick: He's been getting better so I won't have to. We might be able to leave Townsville and those stupid girls by the end of the summer.

I stared at my phone for a long time. I chewed on my lip as I weighed my options. Did we have to leave too? Did Butch and I sign some secret contract to stay with lonely Brick forever?

Butch~

The next two nights blurred together. Few things stood out but what did I was going to remember for a long time. One of them was Boomer and Bubbles sneaking off, several hot ladies rubbing against me, and lastly Xavier sliding a baggie with white pills to Buttercup every two hours and she would gobble them up like they were tic-tac's.

Tonight was no different. I noticed Buttercup's eye lids were at half-mast when she went to lock up the bar. She was fumbling with her keys in the lock for fifteen minutes before she actually locked it. She giggled to herself about it while I shook my head. Everyone else had left hours ago but I hung around in the shadows to make sure she made it home in one piece. She was staggering from one side of the side walk to the other, leaning against every passing wall for support. Every few steps she gagged and gripped the brick walls extra tight, cracking it. She finally stopped and leaned fully against the wall before throwing up. She stood in the alley for a good ten minutes before she moved on. When I floated past the alley I took note of the blood in her puke. The first time I panicked, she hardly ever coughed up blood when we fought. I was going to take a page from Brick's book and give her a new asshole for taking this mystery drug but I couldn't afford to blow my cover. She would fight me in this state and make things worse. Brick put me on a no bullshit policy because of what I did in the last city. Boomer and I had gotten into a huge argument and didn't speak for weeks.

I did the same thing I did on the first night. I followed at a distance, made sure she crawled up the stairs just fine and flopped on her bed in the middle of the floor while I swept the apartment. I turned her on her side so if she did puke in her sleep she wouldn't choke and die. She was shivering per usual and talking in her sleep. Crazy backwards sentences if you asked me. I decided I wasn't going to stay with her tonight, that even though she snuggled into my chest the past two times it just wasn't fair to her. She didn't know she was cuddling right up to a snake. I squatted down to put a glass of water and aspirin for her headache and covered her with an extra blanket. I took a moment to drink her in, sleeping Buttercup was a side I had never seen before until a few nights ago. She seemed so peaceful, not lost in some rage fueled thought. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyelashes were kissing her cheeks. I sighed and moved hair out of her face. I went to stand but icy fingers gripped at my own. Buttercup was looking at me, her jade eyes half closed.

"Stay Butch." She said softly, gripping tighter. I bit my lip and stared down at her. Was she awake, asleep, or somewhere in between?

"Please?" She whispered before falling victim to a drug induced sleep. If I stayed and Brick figured it out, I was going to be in trouble. Boomer and I already got a talking to about how we shouldn't be hanging out with them, let alone working with them. But what was a man to do when the only woman he can truly love asks him to stay?

Brick~

My leg was bouncing a mile a minute as I waited for my brothers to show up. I had finally convinced them to take the day off after their long weekend. It was weird going from seeing them every day to maybe once a month if I was lucky. I missed seeing them sitting on the couch waiting for me to come home, I missed it so much I almost missed the mess that came with them. Almost.

Boomer showed up after about twenty minutes. He was yawning and rubbing his eyes as he sat next to me. Heavy bags hung under his dark blue eyes, weighting down his usual smile.

"You're late." I said passing him an aspirin, he snatched it up and chewed it. Booms game me a small nod while watching the waitress sashay up. He murmured to her about wanting a water while we sat in silence waiting for Butch. After about another twenty minutes or so Butch finally showed up. Butch was caked in dirt, his usually clean black shirt was dusty while his khaki shorts seemed to be darker in some spots.

"You're almost an hour late." I scolded, he responded with a shrug. I noticed his fresh black eye and tightly clenched jaw. Too angry to talk, which was never a good sign.

"Well as you guys well know, we are going to the beach soon. I will be able to leave father alone as his estate but will have my phone on hand. It is really looking up. We can be out of here in two months." I beamed, dreaming of any other place but here. Boomer's mouth sat agape at my words, his face slowly darkening.

"You said we were going to be here for a while." He said, crossing his arms, "Years even."

"I never said that. You knew this was a temporary move." I growled, taking a sip of my drink. He chewed his lip as he mulled over his words. Boomer was always good with getting what he wanted with sweet talking.

"Isn't our whole life a temporary move?" He half snarled, I leaned to get into his face but the cute waitress popped up.

"What can I get you boys?" She smiled, pen poised and ready.

"I would like the pancakes please." Boomer smiled, using the sweetest voice he had.

"For you?" She asked making eye contact with me.

"French toast." I grinned and watched her eyes fall upon Butch.

"What about you Butchie?" She asked, throwing some flirt into her tone, "Want something especially sweet?"

But Butch sat there with his arms across his chest staring into nothing. His leg bouncing while he chewed his lip angrily. It was unlike Butch to ignore a cute girl, especially one that used his nickname. A few moments pass and the waitress' face falls. She gulps and flips her notebook closed.

"It will be a few minutes." She chokes out, clearly never seeing this side of my brother before. Boomer could never show ill will towards anyone who was innocent while my green eyed brother showed no mercy. Boomer went back to glaring at me as soon as the girl went inside.

"Why do you want to stay in this hell hole so badly?" I growled, "Butch help me out. I know you hate it here too."

No answer from the vow of silence, Booms was re-crossing his arms.

"Because I have ties here! I always have and every time we get set down roots you rip us from the ground." He yelled, throwing his arms in the air, "It's almost like whenever Butch and I have something going for us and you don't we move."

Boomer~

The air felt heavy but I needed to say my piece because if I didn't we would be leaving sooner rather than later. Butch side eyed me as I spoke and bit his lip. I could always say what he couldn't, mostly because Butch only ever talked with his fists. His current black eye and busted lip further proving my point. Brick's eyes were dark as he leaned into my face. I was about to get a lashing, whether it be verbally or physically I didn't know.

"What in the hell could be tying you here Boomer? What was tying you done in Europe, Japan, Italy?" Brick said darkly, "It wasn't your job. It wasn't your music. It wasn't a girl. Nothing was keeping you there because you were never home. Never in the same country as we were. As much as you like to think you had me fooled you didn't. I know exactly why you don't want to leave."

"So then why doesn't Butch want to leave?" I roared, "You always think you have everyone figured out but you're just some lonely bastard with no real direction in life. Forever hell bent on hating the people you love."

Brick wrapped his hand around my throat and slammed me against the wall. The building shook in protest, threating to crumble against the force. People were flooding out of the café and onto the street. All eyes on the hot headed red head. I coughed and pleaded with my eyes for Butch to help me but whatever he was thinking about was consuming him.

"It's a damn Puff isn't it? That blue eyed blonde has you wrapped around her little finger." He hissed, his grip tightening with every syllable, "That is not what we are here for. You know that."

I coughed in response but he didn't let up. He punched me in my stomach several times causing blood to splatter his face. My vision was starting to close in.

"Those girls aren't worth anything. Not Blossom. Not Bubbles. Not Buttercup. They are all stuck up bitches who think they are untouchable. It would be easy to kill them." With that I felt the release of my neck and a crack that sounded through the air.

"Oh Brick it's rude to beat up on your little brother in front of so many people." Butch chuckled as he walked towards the center of the crater half way down the street. I knew what this meant; it meant that Butch was saving my ass once again. He always did protect me when Brick got too rough.

Brick stood quickly and lunged for Butch. Butch caught his fist and twisted it, causing Brick's wrist to snap. Brick brought his good fist up but Butch dodged it. Brick's eyes glowed and shot red glaring beams into Butch's chest. I could hear his flesh sizzle, I cringed. A woman screamed starting the panic while a slew of people captured it all on video with their phones. Butch shoved Brick into a park car. The metal twisted around Brick and now cradled him.

"Oh Bricky. That stung." Butch teased, his smirk wide.

This wasn't good, Brick was losing control and Butch was egging it on. Brick spit blood from his mouth and charged Butch, slamming him into the road. The asphalt gave way to the pipes below. Shit. If I didn't stop this soon we were going to owe the city a lot of money. Butch kicked Brick into the air and then caught him by the throat.

"You've grown soft sitting behind a desk all these years." Butch said darkly, "You used to be a challenge but now you're nothing but a joke. I am down to one rival now."

Butch dropped Brick, he floated there for a moment as Butch zoomed off.

"You're so fucking dead when I get my hands on you Butch!" Brick yelled, launching himself after him. This was bad, really really bad. I wasn't the best fighter so it would be hard for me to break them up but I sure as hell could use my words. I followed after my two short tempered brothers, praying the bystanders wouldn't sell or post their videos to the media.