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Chapter 13

I did not want to go home. Why is this feeling becoming so familiar to me? The same place that used to be my comfort zone, filled with people I could tell all my secrets and worries to. When exactly had that changed? When had it come down to me keeping secrets from my own sisters, my own dad?

I shook my head, speeding up in my flight to leave those thoughts behind me. All I really knew was that if I did go home now somebody would know something was wrong.

Something grabbed my arm, roughly pulling me against a body. I gasped as I looked at a helicopter nearly five feet from where I was flying. The people inside gaped at me from inside, clearly astonished at the fact that a Powerpuff girl had nearly crashed in to them.

"Come on, blondie", Butch's husky voice whispered. He pulled on my wrist, and we floated away from the helicopter.

I felt tears well up in my eyes, "I wasn't even paying attention."

"You had a lot on your mind." he replied.

"I almost crashed in to them Butch..I could've killed somebody!" I shouted, tears falling as I tried uselessly to pull my arm from his grasp.

He pulled me against him, and I hit him. I hit him because of the accident I almost caused, I hit him for not letting me go, I hit him for confusing me, and I hit him for making me want to fall in his arms and cry. Then I srtopped

"You know some of those hits actually hurt a little."

I sniffled, wrapping my arms around him. For some reason he was so comfortable right now, "Then why didn't you let go?"

"Because you like hugs and sensitive shit when you're sad."

I laughed.

"Why did you come after me anyways?"

He shrugged, and I looked up and caught the intense stare he was giving me. My stomach flipped, and I blushed when his hand roughly grabbed my chin.

"I mean, why help me after what happened?" I rambled, trying to ignore our closeness, "It's not like you'd care if those people really did get hurt."

"I could care less about them," he acknowledged, breath ghosting over my lips, "But you care, look what almost hitting them did to you. You're my girl, I wasn't about to let that happen to you."

And without thinking, I leaned up and timidly placed my lips on his. He pulled me even closer, deepening the kiss. I yelped when his hands slid up under my shirt to feel my bare back and felt him smirk against my lips.

"Butch!"