Heeeeeyo! New story y'all. Which is inspired by a dream. OOOOOH! Creeeeeeeeeepy! Butch and Buttercup, really. Dunno. Guh. On with it!
Wishes
The first time I saw him was 3 years ago. He's gone now. I know he is. But that doesn't stop me from wishing, hoping, and yearning. To just see him one last time. It's sad, I cried for weeks. It's been 2 years now. And I still haven't gotten over it. So the only way I can remember, is to relive it. Every single moment. Starting right here, right now.
Buttercup grit her teeth, stupid Blossom, stupid grades, stupid everything! Stupid D- on her stupid science test! Buttercup walked down the hallway, kicking at the walls. Why the heck, did Blossom even care about her grades? She rounded the corner and bumped into something. She looked up and growled. "What the fu-" She faltered. It was a boy, with raven-colored spiky hair, towering over her, at least half a foot.
He glared at her. "What the fuck what? Get out of the way before I make you." He shoved her over, then tromped away.
Buttercup blinked, stunned. Then she clenched her fist and stood up. "What the goddamn fuck?! Watch where you're going! You goddamn fucking ass-hole!" She huffed.
He turned slowly around and fixed his eyes on her. "What. Did you say?"
Buttercup gulped. "Ass-hole!" She repeated.
He started toward her. "Say it again, to my face." He hissed.
She took a step back. "Ass. Hole." She whispered barely audibly. Then whirled around and sprinted for the school doors. She didn't look back to see if he was following her. She ran past the principal's office, past the nurse's office, than headed for the door. Bursting outside. She looked back, she had lost him. She sighed. That was close. If there was one thing she took pride in, it was her sprints. Almost no one could catch her. That's when she heard it.
"There you are." But it wasn't his voice.
She turned around. "Oh. It's you guys."
The group, consisting of 3 boys and 1 girl, all sneered at her. "Yeah. It's us. Remember me?"
"Drew, if I'm correct." She said, looking warily at the green haired boy.
"Yeah. Thanks for remembering." He slammed his fist into her face.
Buttercup flew back, back hitting the school doors. She groaned. "What the fuck?"
Drew advanced and pressed his foot onto her chest. "Hey there, Buttercup. This is for humiliating us at the last meet." He picked her up and flung her over to the other two boys.
He walked over and kicked her in the stomach as the other two held her down. Trying to stop her from escaping. "That's for beating me in the 100 meter dash." Then he picked her up and slammed her into the walls. "If it weren't for you, we would've won the championships." He growled in her ear.
Buttercup mustered up her courage. "You got a nerve for someone, who lost." She croaked.
Drew's eyes widened, then he raised his fist to punch her again. "You litt-" He was cut off as an elbow slammed into his wind-pipe. He was sent flying back a few feet. His friends caught him. As Buttercup's eye's focused, she saw the boy from the hallway. The asshole. Her eyes widened.
"Wha-" She started.
The boy crossed his arms. "Awfully cowardly to gang up on someone huh? Especially a girl. 4-1, it seems pretty unfair doesn't it?" He stared defiantly at them.
Drew growled at him. "Sneaking up on us? Awfully cowardly too, don't you think?"
The boy hissed. "It's not cowardly, it's called being smart." Then he slammed his fist into Drew's face.
Buttercup vision reddened. How dare he. Did he think she couldn't take care of herself? She stood up with difficulty, then punched his arm. He stumbled back.
"What the-? I'm helping you!" He accused.
"No you're not! Go away! This is my fight!" She retorted.
He glared at her.
She growled at him.
Drew got up. "You mind doing this later?"
He wasn't prepared when the boy and Buttercup both punched him simultaneously. "NO! BUTT OUT OF OUR FIGHT!" They screamed. They both advanced and took out the whole group, sending them scurrying off. With Drew at the rear screaming: "This isn't over!" As he ran off after his fleeing friends.
Buttercup watched as they turned smaller and smaller. Then fell down. She wheezed. "Phew." She closed her eyes. Then started laughing. She felt a small whump as the boy sat down next to her. Then he started laughing too. They laughed for a long time. Until the boy finally stopped and shook her shoulder.
"You OK?"
Buttercup winced. "Yeah." It came out weaker than she wanted it to be. She opened her eyes. Stared at the sky, then looked at him. "You?"
He shook his head. "I'm good."
"Why'd you help me? After, you know…?"
The boy focused his dark greens on her. As if analyzing her. "I don't know. I just don't like it when people gang on someone who can't win." His eyes turned angry and he huffed, looking away.
It scared Buttercup a little. She wondered what his background was. "Oh. Ok. Thanks, by the way."
He shrugged. "No problem. I guess."
There was an awkward silence as they gathered their thoughts.
Buttercup was the icebreaker. "So…I'm…Buttercup. Who're you?"
The boy looked at her again. And Buttercup felt a twinge of annoyance at his rudeness. As if he were studying her like a specimen. Then very quietly, he muttered: "Butch."
She almost didn't catch it. "Oh. Ok."
They sat in silence for a little while longer.
"So…Buttercup, right? You're a pretty good fighter. For a girl."
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Huh. I hate it when people think that girls are weak. That's why I took wrestling in 8th grade. And boxing in freshman year."
Butch looked at her inquisitively. "What do you do now?"
It took her a moment to process what he said. Then another to answer. "Track and field."
Butch stared at her. "Really? Fancy that. I've never seen you before."
Buttercup immediately shot back. "Sure. Because I've never seen you at any meets or practice's either."
Butch laughed. A rumbling sound. Like a small happy miniature earthquake. Buttercup felt her heart flutter.
"Feisty one aren't you? I promise, I'm on the team, I just don't participate much." He shrugged, as if he didn't care.
Buttercup knit her eyebrows. "Oh really? What's your best time in the 100 meter?"
"I'm a distancer, but I can also sprint. 8.56."
Buttercup smirked. "HAH! I'm .36 milliseconds faster than you!"
Butch shrugged. "Like I said, distancer."
"Suuuuuure." Buttercup drawled.
He looked as if he didn't care much.
Another silence.
"So…Sorry, for calling, you know, an ass-hole."
Butch waved his hand. "It's kay, takes one to know one."
Buttercup turned red. "Well I'm SORRY."
Butch laughed again as he got up. He patted his pants. "See ya."
Buttercup moved to get up after him, then felt a twisting pain in her ankle. She gasped and fell back down.
Butch turned. "You OK?"
Buttercup winced and felt her ankle. It was most likely she'd sprained it. "Yeah. I'm fine." She tried to get up again, and failed in the effort.
Butch threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. He sighed. "You are goddamn fucking kidding me." Then he leaned over threw her over his shoulder.
Buttercup gasped again. "Duude. That's no way to hold a girl." She groaned, her voice strained.
Butch adjusted her. "It's either this or bridal style. I am not giving you a piggyback."
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Fine." As she felt Butch started to move forward.
"You're surprisingly light for someone as tall as you are." He muttered, adjusting her again. "By the way, where the fuck do you live?"
Buttercup groaned. "Pretty close by, it's that tall dark grey building over there." She looked over her shoulder and pointed.
"Kay." Butch walked over and set her on the doorstep.
Buttercup shuffled around. "Thanks."
"No prob."
"So…er…see you? At practice?"
Butch shrugged. "Maybe, I guess."
"Ok."
"Bye."
"Yeah. Bye."
She watched as he strolled off. Then grabbed the doorknob, hauled herself up, and with much difficulty, walked into the house.
And that's the end of that… Huh. Was listening to still I fly as I was writing, and it seriously didn't match. Guh.
Disclaimer: Because all stories need one. This one's for Craig McKracken.
This is actually pretty long, which wasted a lot of my life. Meh. Who cares? Anyone see the Haganai reference? Or Boku wa Tomodachi ga Sukanai. No one? URGH! Anyways, thanks for reading this. I love you all.
Motokoro, O.U.T.