We meet again

Part 24

Butch POV:

"Pleaseeeeee!" I begged for the upteenth millionth time.

"No." She deadpanned for the upteenth millionth time.

"What is your problem with dresses anyways?"

"Because a dream killed my mom."

"You don't have a mom."

She groaned and sat up. Her green eyes narrowed at me and I couldn't help but smirk. "Here's a deal. You wear a dress for an hour around here tomorrow. And I won't call you Butterfly for the rest of the week and I won't bug you about a dress for the rest of the week."

Her cheeks heated up... not sure if it's from the nickname or from anger. But I know I've stumped her because she hasn't responded. She smiles mockingly before she says "No."

"Come on! It's just a dress!"

"Exactly. So why's it a big deal if I wear it or not?"

"Because I'm a perverted monkey brained idiot who wants to see his hot roommate in a dress?"

"Why you little—" her eyes begin to glow. Shit I know what that means. Right as a laser beam nearly hits my face I duck. Y'know... I think I remember being told not to make her mad by Brick and or Mojo.

"I was kidding! No I wasn't... but still! Spare my life please!" I cup my hands together and plead. "Please Butterfly!"

"Ugh!" She grabs a pillow then throws it at me. "I hate you."

I only smile and nod. "I know."

"If I agree to wear a fucking dress will you leave me alone?" She peers up at me from behind her eyelashes. I nod my head viciously eager. She groans then falls backwards onto the floor and huffs. Her bangs fly up then land on her forehead barley reaching her eyes. "Fine."

"Wait- SERIOUSLY?!"

"Mhm." She runs a hand through her hair then glare up at the ceiling. "I'm gonna regret this decision for the rest of my life, aren't I?"

"Probably."

"Bitch."

"Butch*"

"Did you just verbally auto correct me?" She sits up and stares. I smile then we both begin to laugh. I love her laugh, it's amazing. It's very contagious I might add. Like... extremely contagious.

I find myself admiring her as she's in a giggle fit. Did you know her top left canine was chipped? Or that those freckles sprinkled across her cheeks kinda look like constellations? She catches me staring then stops laughing. "What?"

"Oh nothing. Just thinking about the party." I lie. I wasn't thinking about the party I was thinking about her. Actually— now that I see how red her face is I probably shouldn't of said I was thinking about the party.

"Perv."

"That's what you keep calling me." I get up then head towards the door. "Night Nutter-Butter!"

"Oh shut up will ya?" She falls back onto the floor and pushes back the hair from her face.

"Never." I open up the door then walk out and head to my room. I can hear her muttering strings of curse words as I leave.

***

It wasn't until I was laying down in my bed half asleep did news finally sink in. I quickly sit up then run into Buttercup's room. One quick glance at the clock and I can tell it's like one in the morning. "Butters!" I flick the light on.

She groans then covers her face from the light. "What now? Go away."

"Bubbles..."

Her eyes open and she violently jolts up. "What happened to my sister."

"She's dating my brother."