New series! I'm back bitches!!!!! I've been meaning to make this forever! And here I am, doing it! Realistic body features and I don't own PPG or RRB.
Warning: Cussing, drugs and alcohol use, and suicide mentioned.
Chapter One: Of Mother Figures
Dear Dad,
First of all, I think it's pretty shitty of you to die right before my last year of high school. I also think I'm going to fail algebra now that you are no longer attending our tutoring sessions. You left me with Susan, you know how much we fight. I'm mad at you or I'm trying to be mad at you. Not only did you leave me with that woman, you left me with my problems and I'm drowning in them. We both know I suck at swimming. I'm pissed at you. Because I'm just a person who wants a hug and quite frankly, you're the only one who doesn't get on my nerves.
Sincerely,
BC Utonium
Buttercup folds the envelope and shoves it into her desk drawer with a loud groan. She just wasn't ready to give this big sentimental letter that Susan wants from her. She kept on cursing or blaming her dad for his death. It's not his fault he died of a heart attack at work. It's not his fault he had to leave her behind with god forbid, Susan. But despite everything she's angry.
"Buttercup! The new neighbors are downstairs! Come say hello!" Susan yells from the living. Buttercup rolls her light green orbs and slouches further into her chair. She throws her head back and stares at the ceiling.
The fan spins slowly and if one were to look close enough they'd see it's decorated with little flowers, buttercups to be exact. When her dad and her had first moved into the house, they had painted the flowers on so she would feel safe.
"Sweetheart, we are like flowers, fragile and delicate and waiting to rise after falling. Despite all the changes we face, we stil come back after a long winter."
He had told her this so she would remember that there will be times when you give up but deep down you know you'll try again.
She remembers writing it over and over on paper so she wouldn't forget.
With another groan, Buttercup stands up and leaves her room with a loud slam. Muttering curse words under her breath as she walks down the stairs. She takes her prescious time and sees Susan holding flowers and a card.
Susan turns her head and glares at Buttercup. "I called you down here minutes ago! And you don't even dress yourself properly!" Susan scolds and Buttercup can't help but snort.
Susan.
Susan is the type of woman who spends all her time staring in the mirror because she's self absorbed and vain. Buttercup has always had a hard time trying to figure out what her dad saw in Susan.
Buttercup looks down at her outfit, black sweats and a white tank top. "Susan, I'm in the fucking house. Am I supposed to be wearing something out of a sears catalog?", Buttercup says to her in a flat voice.
"Don't speak to me that way. Drop the attitude and say hello to our new neighbors. They moved in days ago but we've been so busy." Susan whispers to her and grabs her arm guiding her to the front door. Buttercup can't help but sigh.
Goddamn, Susan.
"Sorry about that! This is my daughter, Buttercup! She's a junior in highschool!" Susan muses, Buttercup looks at the neighbors with narrowed eyes. She spots a mop of black hair behind the middle-aged woman. The persons back facing them.
"Don't call me your daughter." Buttercup mumbles.
"Nice to finally meet you two! I'm Mrs. Elton, and this is my son. Butch, sweetie come introduce yourself. The two of you are in the same grade!" Mrs. Elton says turning her head. Buttercup hears a groan and the mop of black of black hair steps forward.
The teenage boy steps forward and Buttercup raises an eyebrow. He's tall and has a fit looking figure. His eyes are dark green and hair black and messy.
Wow a lip piercing. So edgy.
Buttercup rolls her eyes but she finds herself still studying him.
Buttercup can't help but stare at him a little longer but she's brought back to reality with a low chuckle. She looks up and meets his eyes. He wears a smirk on his face.
"I don't have anything welcoming to say so I will just return to staring into the abyss." He says casually. Buttercup sees Susan stiffen and Mrs. Elton sigh.
"Sorry about him. He's mad we moved." Mrs. Elton explains.
Buttercups swears she hears him mutter 'fuck off' under his breath. She snorts and crosses her arms.
"Well, it was nice meeting you. Thanks for the flowers and card! We'll be seeing you at school, right? You're attending East Wood high?" Susan asks politely.
Butch looks up from the ground and stares at Buttercup. "Yep." He says popping the 'p'.
"See you two ladies around!" Says Mrs. Elton. Susan smiles and shuts the door. Buttercup grumbles and sits at the kitchen counter. Susan's shoes click against the floor as she walks to the empty vase on the table to put the flowers in.
"Sweet family? The father got transferred to Colorado for work. They moved here from Phoenix." Susan says while going to the sink to get water for the flowers. Buttercup goes to the pantry and looks for chips.
"Stop introducing me as your daughter." Buttercup she says while looking.
"Technically, I am. Your father left you with me." Susan replies looking at Buttercup. Buttercup can feel her eyes on the back of her head.
"Unless your name is Kathleen Josephine. Then your not my fucking mother." Buttercup flatly says back.
She was tired of Susan trying to mother her because she didn't have any parents left. She didn't need Susan. She needs her dad. But we all know how that is.
Not surprisingly, Susan slams the vase on the table. "I do so much for you! You ungrateful brat! All you do is bitch at me about how you don't like me! Your father would be ashamed!"
"Well damn, Susan! Poor you! You don't know a thing! You're just a fucking uptight narcissistic bitch! And we don't know if he would be upset! Cause I don't know, he fucking dead!" Buttercup yells back. Her fingers gripping the chip bag.
Her green orbs fill with rage while both fists clench and unclench. Her words replaying over and over in her head.
"Go to your room." The words come out cold and harsh.
"Fuck you, I'm going outside for a walk."
"No, your going to your room or no electronics. As your mother figure-"
"NO! YOU ARE NOT MY FUCKING MOM! She died along time ago! You are not going to replace him or her so give it up!" Buttercup has the final word and walks off, stomping upstairs into her room. She slams the door when she arrives and screams.
Still angry, Buttercup walks to the bathroom and hops into the tub. No water in the tub. She just sits there, angry and already becoming tired. The facet has drips of water falling due to the bath she took earlier that week. The drops are an uneven sound.
Since you've been gone they look at me like I'm going to shatter. I don't know if I can.
She finds herself drifting off to the sounds of drops and before she knows it, she's sleeping.
Buttercup awakes to the sound of her phone alarm. She hadn't been to school in a week and it was already Wednesday. She lied to Susan and her teachers that her fathers death kept her crying all the time. She hadn't cried once, and she planned on keeping it that way.
Buttercup stands up and examines herself in the mirror. Her bangs were getting longer and so was the rest of her hair. She grabs a brush from the bathroom counter and brushes through it gently.
"Buttercup! Don't brush too hard! Or else you won't have any hair left."
Her dad had told her that joke so many times and everytime she laughed. Thinking about it now stings.
She pulls her hair into a high ponytail and stares at herself grumbling. Buttercup exits the bathroom and grabs black jeans from a heap of clothing on the ground. She grabs a green hoodie and white sneakers and heads downstairs.
Susan sits at the dinner table with a plate of food. An empty seat next to her also has a plate but Buttercup pretends to not see it.
"Buttercup come and eat." Susan asks, her voice sounds tired but collected.
Buttercup grabs her backpack and sits at the table. She picks up her fork and pokes at the eggs.
Susan still can't cook.
"Susan, if this is about yesterday. I'm not sorry." Buttercup states while picking up a burnt piece of bacon.
"You need to learn how to be respectful. Or I'll take away your computer and television privileges." Susan says in a sweet voice. The voice that gets Buttercup in a pissy mood.
"Then don't act like my mother and introduce yourself as my mother." Buttercup says back. She grabs her bag. "Well thanks for the freshly cooked shit. I'm off to school."
"You haven't been to school in a week because you've been mourning. Why now?" Susan asks while glaring at Buttercup.
"Education. And frankly I rather eat hot shit than be in this house with you for one more second." Buttercup retorts before walking out the front door and storming off to the bus stop.
Goddamn, Susan.
She pulls out her phone and earbuds and plays music. She hits shuffle on her music and immediately regrets it.
"Don't go changing to try and please me.
You never let me down before.
Don't imagine you're too familiar,
And I don't see you anymore."
Buttercup halts and listens to the lyrics. She remembers painting her bedroom with her father listenting to the radio. And how her father shouted when Just The Way You Are by Billy Joel came on. She didn't know the lyrics that day but she still sung. Her dad always told her she had a lovely voice.
Someone tugs on Buttercup's left earbud. "Are you okay?" The voice asks. Buttercup turns her head to the stranger and stutters.
"What the hell! You scared me!" She shouts, she looks at the person and realizes it's her new neighbor. "Butch?"
Butch chuckles and nods his head. "Sup. What's up."
"Waiting for the bus." She says taking her earbuds out. Butch nods and takes out his phone.
"I'm not trying to be rude or anything but this neighborhood is Shit. Everyone is so condescending and uptight." He says while tapping at his phone with a frown.
Why is he talking as if we've known each other for years?
Buttercup sighs but tries to keep the conversation going. "Yeah, they try to put on the face of innocence and perfection. But at night you'll see teens sneaking out windows. The parents drink and so do the kids. Pretty pathetic neighborhood." Buttercup claims.
She know the place all to well, she sees families crumble and some rebuild themselves but sadly that was very few.
Buttercup stares off towards her house for just a second.
"Hey, you really are out of it today. Something on your mind." Butch says
For some reason this angers Buttercup. Once again, He's talking to her like he knows her and has been her friend for years.
"I'm fine." She replies, she was tempted to say back off but she could hear her father's words creep into the back of her mind.
"Kindness, remember to be kind."
Would've help thinking of that when she went off at Susan.
A hideous worn down yellow bus pulls up infront of the two teens. The door opens and the bus driver waves at them. "Morning."
"Ladies first." Butch jokes, Buttercup rolls her eyes and steps onto the bus. The doors close and Buttercup and Butch make their way down the middle isle of the bus.
They sit in the back and it was until then they noticed no one was on the bus.
"The fuck is everyone." Butch asks. His black brows are furrowed and dark eyes scanning all the empty seats.
"This is the first neighborhood. You should be glad it's only us. Smells like shit and gets humid when it gets crowded." Buttercup mutters and Butch hums in agreement.
Minutes later, students fill the bus and Buttercup was right, it's humid and smells like teens with bad hygiene.
Anyone who tries to sit in the back row with them receives a death glare from Buttercup. Butch chuckles. "Aren't you sweet."
Buttercup ignores the comment and moves on.
"Drop it. Anyways, I'll show you around school as long as you promise not to throw me a pity party."
"Pity party? Am I supppsed to know what that means?" He raises an eyebrow and Buttercup shakes her head.
"Teachers been worrying about me."
"And why's that."
"Because my father's dead and I haven't been at school in a while. They are either celebrating that's I'm gone or worrying about how my grades are fucked and I'm fucked."
Butch stays silent for a while. In fact the whole rest of the ride he doesn't say a word. Just glances at her every now and then.
The bus stops and the East Wood High sign is visable. Teens hop off the bus and leave. But Buttercup and Butch stay behind.
He grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder. Buttercup stands up and does the same action.
"You know, Buttercup." Butch starts as they get off the bus.
"What." She says flatly.
"Things don't have to be the way they are."
Buttercup halts and looks around. She sees teens smoking behind the school and doing god knows what. People studying under trees and sitting on the steps of the school.
Things don't have to be the way they are.
"I know."
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