What Would You Do For Love?

Sweet Dreams & Living Nightmares: Part 2

Butch's POV

I woke with a start that morning. I couldn't believe the dream I had. I dreamed about Buttercup before, but never like this. I didn't know how, but somehow I flew up to her window. I tapped lightly on it, startling her a bit, but she came to the window and opened it. As I stepped in, she tried to speak, but that's not what I wanted. Instead I silenced her with a kiss.

I proceeded to pick her up and laid her gently on the bed. My lips never left hers as I joined her. I started to undress her. I could feel her hot breath as I started to kiss her neck. Then she started to undress me. I was so hot for her, that I reached down for her underwear. I quickly pulled them off. I so desperately wanted to be inside her.

"I want you so much," I heard her whisper in my ear. I unzipped my pants and took them off, then removed my boxer shorts. I lay on top of her and began to enter her.

That's when that damned alarm went off. I had no choice but to get out of bed. I wondered if she would be at school that day, but with the injuries she endured the night before I wasn't sure. It didn't matter, because somehow I was going to see her, even if I had to go through the whole day at school without her.

Brick came in to make sure I was up. By the time I came out, Boomer was in the kitchen cooking breakfast as usual, while Brick was primping in front of the mirror. I went over to him and messed up his hair.

"Hey, Brick, trying to pretty up for the hot little red-head."

"You would know," Brick said, fixing his hair back. "Like you don't jump every time that green eyed, raven haired girl calls your name."

"Leave Buttercup out of this," I said. "Besides, she not just a girl."

"I know, and neither is Blossom."

"I guess we're just hopeless."

"Hey, you guys want breakfast?" Boomer called from the kitchen. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" he said.

Boomer opened the door, and to my surprise it was two police officers. I looked over at the door realizing this was not going to be good.

"Is there a Butch Jojo here?"

"I'm Butch Jojo," I said, stepping forward. "What's this about?"

"You're under arrest for assault," one of the officers said.

"What?" Brick shouted. "That's ridiculous."

"Yeah, who the hell did he beat the crap out of?" Boomer asked in casual manner. This was a bad time to be making a joke.

"Mitch Mitchelson," the officer said. He proceeded to read me my rights. I was handcuffed and escorted down to a police car.

Damn, this was going to be one lousy day.