Just one of those crazy little stories.

Buttercup’s POV

I kept thinking to myself, what am I doing out on a night this? The rain and the lightening, there’s something about it that makes me feel so alive. Still, I feel quite lonely. My sisters were both out on dates with Brick and Boomer. Hmmm… I wonder if Butch is home. There was only one why to find out. I flew over to his place. The rain let up so I wasn’t so wet when I arrived. I flew up the stairwell to his floor and knocked on his door.

To my surprise he was home. As he opened the door, he looked surprised to see me. “Buttercup, what are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I’d see if you were home.”

“Come on in,” he said and led my inside. My long coat was pretty damp, but my clothes were mostly dry. He took my coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door.

“Want something to drink?” he asked.

“Sure, you got a mudslide?” I noticed the mix on the table, and I watched him mix the drink. I took a sip letting to alcohol warm me.

“So, there’s a Bruce Lee Marathon starting in a few minutes, if you want to stay and watch.”

“Sounds great,” I said becoming a little flustered. Why was I all of the sudden nervous around him. We were friends after all and had been for several years, ever since Mojo left town and Him disappeared. Besides, our siblings were dating, so in a way we were practically family.

I sat down in the living room, while Butch brought in a big bowl of barbecue chips. He sat down next to me, and we settled in. After only about ten minutes into Enter: The Dragon the power went out as we heard the lightening outside as loud as an earthquake.

“Damn,” Butch groaned. “Not again. Every time there’s a storm this happens.”

Butch got up from the couch and grabbed a flashlight sitting on the kitchen counter. He rummaged through some drawers, until he found a mess of candles. I came over and helped him put them in the holders.

“Sorry about that, Buttercup,” he said. “You might want to go home.”

“No, this is fine,” I said. The last thing I wanted to do was leave. “We can think of something else to do.”

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