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ok, sew herez da thing. i started dis story and did not know how 2 finish it. so i started ovah again...i apologize to anyone who actually liked da other begining
... but i just cant do it
so...
thanx 4 da reviews and
... sorry 4 starting ovah...
also im just typing up my thoughtz. ok? ok.
"This party is a bust," Buttercup grumbled to her druken sister.
"Whatha matter wiffdiss!?" Bubbles slurred rocking her hips to the music.
"Everything."
Everything indeed. This party, wasn't even supposed to be a party. It was supposed to be a hang out with just the guys. Guys... Buttercup cringed even thinking about those dilweeds right now. Because of them, she was watching over her drunken sister, making sure the blondy wouldn't do anything stupid. She watch as her sisters sapphire eyes daze off every now and then, as if she were on another planet. Far from here.
Buttercup wouldn't mind being on that planet right about now.
"Come on dance!" Bubbles laughed bumping her hip into Buttercup's.
Buttercup crossed her arms, "No thanks," she groused.
Bubbles frowned slowly." Why, whasswhonngg..." she sung. The smell of liquor was strong on her breath. She threw a sluggish arm over Buttercups shoulder, "Why are you so gwumpyyy?" she gulped then shook her head ferociously, "I dunno what i diddd..."
Buttercup pushed her younger triplet's pale, cold arm off her shoulder "Everything." she repeated disinterestedly. She began to walk off.
"Where ya goinn!?" Bubbles cried after her.
Buttercup wasn't trying to be rude . She knew leaving Bubbles alone wasn't right. But Bubble's wasn't going to get hurt. Right? She shouldered her way through the massively packed living room. Making a way to the exit, she needed some good fresh air.
"Yo Buttercup!" someone shouted grabbing her attention as she passed the staircase. "Get your ass up here! We're playing party games!" It was Mitch. He was standing at the top of the stairs, a beer bottle carresed carefully in his hands. A couple of his friends were behind him.
"No thanks, " Buttercup said shaking her head. Any other day she would be interested. But right now she didn't want to be bothered by those idiots.
"Oh come on!" Mitch wailed in incredulity. "You're usually up for this type of crazy shit!"
"Not today," She said starting to make her way to the door again.
"One round!"
Why was he trying to convince her to play?! Didn't she just say no, which means... No. "No." she said firmly.
"No?! Buter-"
"And I mean No." she hissed. Mitch gaped at her as some of his friends started a choir of
"Oooooo"
" Oh shut up!" Mitch snapped at his friends. He directed his attention back on Buttercup, "Why you gott be all emo?" he joked.
Buttercup tensed her gaze and began maneuvering through the crowd. The whole time her eyes were fastened on the door. She wasn't about to argue with Mich. Who the hell did he think he was trying to make her play party games. That jackass.
"Told you she wasn't gonna play..." She heard a faint voice say from upstairs. "Just look at her run away. She's moving faster than a train." He cuffed his hands over his mouth and yelled. "RUN FOREST, RUN!" A collective of bitter laughs followed after the joke.
Buttercup froze, every muscle in her body tensed. She turned to find a turd mocking her. A turd that was so strong headed it could get you constipated. ( Well, I mean if you want to go int farther details about the green turd.) It was Butch. Now she really had a reason to leave. No, she wasn't scared of Butch, she just hated him. The end. She hated the dude no matter what anybody said. She hated him so much, she did't even have to explain why she hated him. She just did. That simple.
Buttercup growled, and suddenly her stomach ached. It ached from looking at the massive turd laughing with his dilweed idiot friends. Pfttt, turds and idiots. It's a bad combination. He smirked as his eyes locked onto hers. An ugly smile stretching over his face as she killed him glaring at him deadly. There was tension between the two. Suddenly a fluorescent, inebriated girl came bouncing through the middle of them.
"Heyyyyy Gurlll-didI miss thomething?" Bubbles asked looking around the party.
"Everything. " Buttercup growled. Things were about to get serious.
That party should've been the death of her. She groaned as she dragged her aching body to bed. She flicked on the lamp sending a sudden a blaze through her room. Bitter gripes crept pass her rose pink lips as she stretched out on her bed. She stuffed her face into her pillow and grunted.
"Ugh. "
Next time she'll think smarter than him.
"You should have seen it! " a kid boasted as they strolled pass Buttercup. "That guy totally kicked her ass! "
The other one chuckled, "Seriously! "
Buttercup looked back at them glowering. Apparently, they didn't seem to notice because they kept blabbering on as they walked by. It was only a couple of hours after the party and rumors had already started spreading. Buttercup shook her head as she trailed down the hall. Her red head sister at her side.
"So, " Blossom sighed, " How was the party? "
Buttercup scrunched up her face as if she just smelt something disgusting, "It could've been better. "
"Yeah, I heard there was a fight! "
"Yeah, it was sort of unexpected. Kinda like the party. "
"I can see. " Blossom trailed off. She watched as Buttercup bored her eyes into the shiny tile floor. "Hey, you okay? "
"I guess, " Buttercup blew heavy. Then almost automatically said, "yeah, I'm fine." She didn't want to tell Blossom what happened the night of the party. Even if she was going to find out one way or another.
"Are you sure! " Blossom knitted a brow.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, " Buttercup smiled to prove her statement. But it wasn't enough proof for Blossom.
"Look, if there is anything going on you can always tell me, " Blossom reassured. She wrapped an arm around her sister's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, "always. "
Buttercup nodded her head. It wasn't like this was a big deal anyway. All that had happened was a little grapple between her and Butch. That's all. Her and Butch didn't even notice each other in school. They usually steered away from each other and hung out with there own friends. It was like he didn't even exist. It was perfect.
"Okay, " Blossom sighed with weary.
Lunch is probably the best time of the day. It's a time to linger and chill. Buttercup sat at her table half engaged into a conversation with her friends. The guys were talking about some new hot chick at school. Something Buttercup didn't find interesting.
"Holy shit, did you see the way she kicked that ball in gym, " Mitch moaned.
"Yeah, I need those legs wrapped around my waist, " Mike snickered.
Buttercup shuddered in disgust, " you guys are fucking disgusting, " she pushed her plate aside, "I think I just lost my appetite. "
"Oh come on Buttercup, don't act like you weren't staring, " Mitch laughed.
Buttercup glared at him. It's like he wanted her to punch him, "I don't like girls like that... "
"Okay, whatever you say, " Mitch smirked surrendering his hands in the air.
The guys continued to talk while Buttercup sat there bored and disinterested. She picked at her plate and dazed off. Today was a long day. Suddenly, a blue tray nearly slammed on the table, right beside Buttercup. She trailed up to meet a familiar turd. Butch. Again.
"'Sup, " he nodded taking the seat beside Buttercup.
"Hey, " Mike greeted, he took a bite of his burger, "How's it going? "
Butch shrugged," pretty good, " he sighed.
Buttercup glared at him. Who did he think he was just inviting himself at THEIR table. He wasn't allowed! There should have been some strict rule classifying that Butch is prohibited to sit with them. She watched as he smiled indulging himself into the conversation about the "totally hot new chick. " Watching him made her insides churn, as if she had just taken a bite of today's surprise meat.
"Why are you here?" Buttercup interuppted with an edge to her voice.
"Just wanted to...you know hang out," An all but innocent grin was then plastered on his face.
This bastad.
As if she didn't know he wanted something. She could tell by the way he glanced around the room in too much of a nonchalant attitude. He wasn't slick.