Green One-Shots
The fellowship of Butch and Buttercup, super greeny goodness!
Disclaimer: Don't own the PPG's they are not mine (although let's be honest if I did we all know it wouldn't have ended)
Summary: (This takes place in college) after living in the same apartment for almost a month Buttercup has had enough of guys disgusting living habits.
Chapter 1: How Long?
Buttercup Utonium frowned utterly disgusted at the pile of what appeared to be a pile of hazardous waste in front of her. She turned her emerald green eyes to stare up at her boyfriend who stood at six feet tall where he was smiling nervously at her.
"How Long?" she muttered sounding a hell of a lot angry.
"C'mon babe it's not as bad as it looks" he said trying to play it off to sound cool but failing miserably.
"How Long?" she repeated her question very annoyed
"I mean if we're gonna to stay in the same apartment for rest of the year you gotta learn to deal Butterball" he shrugged carelessly.
She sighed gritting her teeth wanting to literally punch some sense into her green idiotic beau. Butch sure was a lot of things but there was one thing that she would never stand for and that was an unsanitary health scare environment. Even though she was a tomboy she of course had her limits as a girl. She never wanted roses or candy or frilly pinkish girly things smelling up the place and the green puff would be damned if she had to put up with living in a pigsty. The green puff wasn't going to succumb herself into the masculine identity of what a living space should be.
"Butch, I'm aware of that, you don't expect me to live in a toxic dump when you can't pick up after yourself" she snapped
This made him angry "Hey you're not my mother bitch!" he growled letting the better of his temper get a rise in him. He crossed his arms in his signature tough guy pose and looked off to the other side.
Buttercup sighed rolling her eyes unfazed by his attitude, after all she had one that matched if not rivaled his own.
She looked at him earnestly looking for some matter of negotiation in his deep forest green eyes.
"Just how long?" she asked the softest tone she could muster
Butch scoffed then turned to face again taking a deep breath before saying under his breathe incoherently.
Buttercup craned her ear and quirked an eyebrow. "What?"
"THREE WEEKS!" he bellowed "HAPPY NOW!"
He inwardly cringed waiting for her to blow up and start screaming at his confession but surprisingly she sighed again and looked down to the waist high pile of dirty clothes that were emitting such a funk that it could be confused for a heap of garbage. Butch's mixture of B.O and sweat from working out and playing sports clamored together making such strong stench it made someone's eyes water if you got too close. Vinegar, Rotting Eggs and Fart was surrounding the small pile.
Something had to be done…. and that was … the old spin cycle on the second floor
She held out her hand toward him.
Butch looked confused
"Hand me a shovel" she simply said in straight monotone
"What, you're not mad?" he asked scratching the back of his head
"Butch, just hand me a shovel, cause there is no way in hell I'm picking that up with my bare hands" she frowned hating that her boyfriend was such a pig.
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A/N: I'm accepting suggestions… so if you're brave enough suggest to me and I'll write one in favour of the couple of the moment