For Butch's birthday, Buttercup wrote him a song. She'd hope that Butch'll like it.
She approached him. "Hey, Butch!"
He grinned and put her in a headlock. "How's my favorite best friend doing?"
"I wrote you a song for your birthday." she said. Butch released her. "So how does it go?" he asked curiously.
Buttercup smiled at him and sang.
I don't think that passenger seat I could tell you his favorite color's green He looks around the room
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong
I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs
And..
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His brother's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him,
I'd lie
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
He stands there then walks away
My god if I could only say He'd never tell you but he can play guitar Yes I could tell you his favorite color's green
I'm holding every breath for you...
I think he can see through everything
But my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My god he's beautiful
So I put on my make up
And pray for a miracle
He loves to argue oh and it kills me
His brother's beautiful he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you asked me if I love him
I'd lie
"So?" Buttercup asked him, raising an eyebrow. Butch was stunned. She hit his shoulder playfully. "Stop looking at me like that, you're making me feel all uncomfortable here." Butch laughed. "Okay, okay. I cannot believe you sing like that. Also, you like me." he pointed out.
Buttercup grinned. "Hell yeah, I do. Now shut up and kiss me, asshole!"
Butch simply rolled his eyes and proceeded.
"Tell me, you think my brothers are beautiful?" he smirked. Buttercup blushed. "God damn it, Butch! Possibly." she laughed.
Butch only snickered. "Hey, we both love arguing."
"Of course! We're counterparts, obviously."
"My freaking birthday in in ten days, you know that right?"
Buttercup looked at him like an idiot. "Hey, at least I wrote a song to you and you don't appreciate it."
"I do appreciate it."
"Well, then. Happy early birthday!"
"Thanks, Buttercup."
I don't own the song "I'd Lie" by Taylor Swift. It was a perfect song to write about the Greens. Matches every single thing. Read, review, and get a kiss from your favorite Puff or Ruff.