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Butch: I'm seriously going to cut you open
OKAY WELL HERE'S CHAPTER 11 BYE
Chapter 11: The worst that could happen
Stacy's POV
My face cringed as I opened the front door of Butch and Buttercup's house. The whole place was filled with passed out young adults and it smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. I sighed. I'm never going to let Brick organize a party EVER again. I stepped over a few people on the stairs and walked down the hallway. Then I checked Buttercup's room and when I saw that it was empty I decided to knock on Butch's. No reply. I slowly opened the door and stuck my head through the opening to see Butch drooling all over his pillow while he snored like a retarded bear. I tiptoed over to his bed and shook him a little.
"Hey. Hey Butch." I said. Butch suddenly opened his eyes.
"BUTTERCUP?!" Butch fell out of his bed and looked around. "Wha- where is she?!"
I chuckled and shrugged. "I was looking for her too."
Butch slowly got up and grasped his head in pain.
"You don't get it, I HAVE to explain something to her-" He noticed a post-it on his stomach and read it. Then he angrily wrinkled it and threw it across the room.
"FUCKING BITCH!" He yelled. Curiosity got the best of me and I picked it up.
'Heyy Butchie, you're a great kisser hehehehe :)
Call me. 3
xoxo Princess'
I raised an eyebrow at Butch, and his hands were shaking.
"That bitch... she has to fucking nerve to... she ruined my fucking life GOD DAMN IT!" He kicked his desk chair across the room and sat back down on his bed, his face buried in his hands.
"She... Buttercup hates me..." His voice got muffled by his hands. I gently put my hand on his shoulder.
"What happened? Why the hell did Princess - of all people - leave you that note?" Butch looked up at me and frowned. Then he stood up.
"I have to explain it to someone else first." He said, and then he stormed out of the room.
Butch's POV
I ran down the stairs and looked around the kitchen and the living room. For fucks sake, I have to find Buttercup. Where the hell did she hide?! I almost tripped over Mitch who passed out on the kitchen floor and I quickly grabbed the wooden kitchen table for support. I could still feel the throbbing pain in my head. It wasn't as bad as it was yesterday, but it still hurt like hell. I tried to dig my nails in the wood and gritted my teeth. Then I looked around and frowned. The house really looked like a mess, and it didn't smell that great too. My eyes slowly rolled over to the window, and then my heart froze. I spotted Buttercup sleeping under an overhang on the floor in the backyard. She slept outside? What the fuck, it rained yesterday, and it's still raining! Does she hate me that much? That she just decided to sleep outside, despite the pouring rain? I ran over to Buttercup and crouched next to her and pulled her into my arms. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at me. I smiled a little. Maybe she doesn't remember. Or maybe she thinks it was a dream or something. But all my hope vanished when she pushed me away and glared at me.
"...Don't fucking touch me." She growled before getting up.
Buttercup's POV
I can't believe that guy. He cheats on me, and then he decides to act like nothing happened? I can't even believe that he cheated on me. Why would he do something like that? I took a few steps away from Butch and sighed while I stuffed my clenched fists in my pockets.
"...I'm just happy to have you, you know? I've never been so happy before. You... you complete me."
I bit on my lip, trying to fight the tears back. Why would he lie to me? Is it because he wants Stacy to let us out of this house? Does he still hate me? My fists slowly unclenched in my pockets and I stared at the ground in disbelief, my mouth hanging open. This whole relationship was a lie. He knew that Stacy would let us free today. Maybe he had a relationship with Princess before this whole thing started, and he decided to have some fun with her yesterday night because it didn't really matter anymore. Maybe he didn't have a relationship with Princess but he decided to have some fun with her anyway. Maybe he-
My thoughts got cut off by Butch who grabbed my shoulders and made me look at him.
"Buttercup, please listen to me. I didn't voluntarily kiss Princess, my head hurt and I fell and the bed and she came in and crawled on top of me and-" I swatted his hands away.
"YOU JUST CAN'T STOP LYING, HUH?! DO YOU THINK I'M FUCKING STUPID?!" Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I pushed him out of my way and walked inside of the house. I didn't want him to see me cry. I didn't want him to know that I actually loved him, and that he broke my heart. I didn't want to look weak.
"Are you ok?" Stacy grabbed my arm and she looked at me with a concerned look on her face.
"No, fuck off." I pulled my arm back and headed for the front door. Butch yelled my name and he tried to grab me but I slammed the door in his face and started running.
...I have no idea where I'm going.
Brick's POV
I opened my eyes and groaned. It feels like my head is about to explode. Maybe I drank a bit too much last night. I turned my head and sighed when I noticed Blossom sleeping next to me. I pinched her cheek, trying to wake her up. She groaned, swatted my hand away and turned her back to me. Good morning.
I considered going back to sleep, but then I heard someone yelling and screaming. That 'someone' sounded a lot like Butch. I frowned and got up from the couch, cracking my neck.
"I'M GOING AFTER HER! FUCKING DEAL WITH IT!" I frowned at his loud voice and scratched the back of my neck. Then I walked over to the hallway and leaned with my shoulder against the wall.
"What's going on in here guys?" Stacy let go of Butch's wrists and they both turned around.
"...I actually have no idea." Stacy muttered with a nervous smile on her face. We both looked at Butch, who was looking at me like he was possessed or something. My frown deepened as I took one step back. Well shit, what did I do this time?
"Dude, what's up-" Butch tackled me. My back hit the floor and I gasped and flinched from the sudden impact. Then he repeatedly punched me in the face while he shouted – he sounded more like a screaming demon – at me. He's still powerless, that's a good thing. But it still freaking HURT. I grabbed his wrists and swung him against the wall. Butch flinched in pain but he still glared at me as we both got back on our feet. He took a few steps towards me, his bloodshot dark eyes never leaving mine. I awkwardly pushed him a few centimeters back; I could actually feel his breath on my face.
"It's all your fault..." he hissed through his gritted teeth. I raised an eyebrow.
"What's my fault?" I asked, confused. Butch's frown deepened while he stared at me like he was trying to read my mind.
"What's my fault?" I repeated. He pulled his fist back, he was going to punch me. I brought my right hand to my face, getting ready to catch his fist. But the punch never came.
"Boomer? FOR FUCKS SAKE, LET ME GO!" Butch yelled while he tried to pull his wrist out of Boomer's fist. Boomer shook his head with an awkward smile on his face. Then he looked at Stacy and me.
"...I have no idea what's going on," Boomer started while he dodged Butch's other fist. "but it looks like we're going to need some rope and a chair."
Boomer's POV
The house was empty. Stacy somehow managed to get everyone out of the house – she literally dragged everyone out of the house while she wore that creepy, never leaving smile of hers on her face – and everything and everyone was quiet, except for Butch, who was tied to a chair.
"I SWEAR, I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU ONE BY ONE IF YOU DON'T UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!" Butch was trashing around in his chair, causing it to fall backwards with a loud thud.
"So," Bubbles spoke up. "can anyone explain why Butch is rolling around on the floor with a chair on his back?" No replies.
"Alright then. I'll go get some chocolate milk or something." She got up, stepped over Butch and made her way to the kitchen.
And everyone became quiet again, except for Butch, who was rolling around screaming random curse words, of course. Brick groaned in annoyance and slammed his foot on the chair, stopping Butch from rolling around.
"Alright Butch, explain. What the hell happened?" Butch glared at Brick while he blew his bangs out of his eyes.
"No Brick, YOU explain. Why the fuck would you let Princess in? This whole misunderstanding wouldn't have happened if you just slammed the door in her face!" Butch retorted.
"She gave me 200 bucks- wait, what misunderstanding?"
Buttercup's POV
I stuffed my hands in my pockets while I walked around town and sighed. I still couldn't believe it. Everything was a lie. He fucking lied to me. That son of a bitch.
A loud scream escaped my throat while I kicked a lamppost in frustration. Then I ran my hands through my hair and started walking faster while I tried to ignore the weird stares bypassing people gave me.
I leaned with my back against a cold brick wall and wiped my tears with my sleeve. But they wouldn't stop rolling down my cheeks, so I decided to hide my face in my hands while I silently sobbed.
"Butch... you son of a bitch..." I muttered. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to find forest green eyes staring at me. Thankfully, they weren't Butch's.
"Buttercup?" Brute smiled a little as she tilted her head. "What is the world is capable of making you cry?"
Brute and I became friends a long time ago. She and her sisters started living in Townsville because the parallel universe was boring in their opinion. They enrolled at the same high school me and my sisters went to, and of course, we fought each other a lot. But Brute and I found out that we actually had a few things in common, so we became friends. Brute can be a bitch sometimes, though. But that's just the way she is, she can't really help it.
I cleared my throat and tried to smile a little, but I failed.
"You don't even want to know..." I said, shaking my head. Brute frowned and leaned next to me.
"Well, I do want to know. I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't." She said while she studied her black painted fingernails. I sighed. Telling her is probably not such a good idea. Oh well, screw it.
"Butch." I simply said, looking away. Brute's eyes grew bigger and she grabbed both of my wrists and shot up into the sky. I screamed and kicked all the way to her apartment. She kicked the door open, told me to sit down on the couch and tossed me a drink. Then she sat down across me and smirked at me.
"Okay, go." She said, as she took a sip of her own drink. I raised an eyebrow.
"...What?" I asked. Brute looked at me like I was retarded.
"Tell me everything, stupid! I'm curious!" She said, slamming her drink on the coffee table.
I sighed and told her everything, from begin to end. Brute just stared at me and nodded, and when I was done, she didn't really know what to say.
"Well shit..." she mumbled before finishing her drink.
"Yeah." I awkwardly played with the can-lid. Brute got up and threw her empty can in the trashcan.
"You can spend the night here, if you want." she said over her shoulder. I smiled. Good, that's one less thing to worry about.
THAT AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN YOU REALISE THAT THE TITLE DOESN'T FIT THE STORY AT ALL
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Anyway, here's a fun fact: pancakes
