A/N
(For the most of you who don't read my annoying Author's Note, scroll down 'till you see the italicized font. It's the song I themed this chapter after, kind of. If you don't agree, comment on wht you think the song should have been )
Aloharg. That's hello in Hawaiian and Pirate mixed together :) I have some Hawaiian in me, but as for the pirate… uh… I dunno. Maybe Pirate Steve from Dodgeball knows if we're related…
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So in other news, in the last chapter I basically got the same response. BUTTERCUP'S DRINKING? And poor Boomer and Brick!
I'd like to inform you, that in almost every other chapter, I will be switching from the other Ruffs and the Puffs situation, to Butch's situation. Meaning that in almost every other chapter, it will be written in Butch's point of view. This is a "yay!" for some and a "damn you and your stupid cliffhangers…" for others.
But, anyway, I'll find a way to get you to enjoy it ;)
Oh, and P.S…
I lied about Butch's dreams. The one at the Carnival? Yeah, that wasn't the last one. Muahahaha.
Song I think of when I write this: Glycerine by Bush
Couldn't love you more, you've got a beautiful taste.
Don't let the days go by… could've been easier on you. I couldn't change though I wanted to. Should've been easier by three, our old friend fear and you and me.
Glycerine.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls. Nor do I own the song Glycerine by Bush. I don't own a piggybank either…
Chapter 25
(Butch POV)
"Damn this stupid school and its student body. I hope they all look like they're 70 when they're 20 and they gain 300 pounds when they drop out of High School before graduation…" She muttered, trying to tie the tan colored water balloon shut with freezing hands.
I laughed and glanced over at her from where I was keeping watch. "Jeez, girl, tell me how you really feel!"
"That's not even the start of it," She nearly had the knot secure, but her finger slipped and the balloon dropped out of her hands. She caught it before it could hit the floor and pop, making a big noise, which would alert any bystanders. In catching the balloon, she made the liquid inside ooze out and onto the ground. "Crud…"
I laughed and slung my backpack off of my shoulder and let it slump against the ground. I bent down, being alert of our surroundings at the same time, and unzipped my backpack. I brought out the carton of soiled buttermilk seconds later.
"That's why I brought extra," I whispered as I set it down next to her where she was still kneeling on the ground. This gave the whisper a spot right next to her ear, which made me feel like some romantic slob.
"My hero," She grunted, and she picked the carton, scanning across the backside. She grinned up at me when she found what she was looking for. "Expired November 12th of 2005. Where do you get this stuff?"
I smirked proudly. "I've got my sources."
"Whatever, Grocery boy."
"Hey, I'm not gonna resort to stealing again, alright? And I'm a bagger thank you very much," I growled.
"Like I said," She muttered, standing up with the now-empty balloon and the carton full of soiled buttermilk, "Whatever."
God I just wanted to… kiss her. Yeah. She was more irresistible to me when she was being her kind of harsh, brutally honest self.
I gave her a smirk and diverted my attention from her again, focusing back on the hall and the task at hand.
Excitement coursed through me. I loved pranks, especially when I pulled them with her.
I was so busy on concentrating on the halls, I missed her comment.
"Hey, dude!"
My head snapped around so I could look her head-on. "Yeah? What?"
"I asked you, why did you get buttermilk and not normal, good ol' regular milk?" She hissed, finally able to tie the knot at the end of the balloon. She gave it a satisfied smirk and her green eyes lit up.
"I thought I was making a funny," She looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. "You know… Buttermilk, Buttercup."
"You're so lame, Butch, you know that?" She scoffed and began to dig in her pockets for the next part of the prank.
"That's why you love me!" I said in a sing-song voice, and I wiggled my eyebrows. This resulted in her rolling her eyes.
"Whatever. Let's just get back to business. The period ends in like, three minutes," She muttered, and took her hand out of her pocket, finally finding the object she had been looking for.
"You ready, Sunshine?" I asked, and she gave me a pointed look. "Alright, alright! Just thought I'd ask!"
She rolled her green eyes again and pushed her black hair behind her shoulders. For the umpteenth time that day I observed what she was wearing.
Since it was April in Townsville, the weather was warm. She usually liked to wear just skinny jeans, some form of street shoe, and some graphic T-shirt that expressed how she was feeling that morning.
Today Blossom had dared her to put on a pair of plaid green short shorts (they looked freaking awesome on her) and Buttercup, unable to resist a dare, had worn them. She was also wearing green converse and a black T-shirt with a skull on it. Instead of her normal straight black hair with the bangs swept in her face (I hated that 'cause I couldn't see her pretty eyes…) she had curled her hair in soft ringlets and pinned the bangs back. Courtesy of Bubbles, might I add?
I just have to tell you, when I saw her that morning, I had to use all of my will power not to drool.
She seemed to notice my staring and gave me a dirty look. "What're you looking at?"
"Just an angel, Sunshine." I murmured dreamily. She slugged me in the arm and stomped out into the hall.
"Come on, Pretty Boy."
I followed her around the corner and into the hall. We walked the ten necessary steps it took to get to the door of our last class of the day, which we shared with my two brothers and her two sisters: Health. We figured since we were perverted enough, we could skip the human anatomy for a day or two… which was why we were ditching the class now.
Buttercup pressed up against the wall on the right side of the door, so as not to be seen by our target who happened to sit in the back of the class by the exit. She balanced her buttermilk-filled balloon in her hands and bounced it up and down a few times, looking a bit scared for once.
I looked up at the clock that was placed precariously above the door for all to see, and realized with much dismay that we didn't have as much time as I'd thought.
"Come on, Sunshine. We've got three minutes to pull this off," I whispered urgently.
She gave me a dirty look. "I know. But we never got the stupid stool, which means you have to boost me up, which means you could look at my ass the whole time if you wanted!"
I pretended to be offended, and I placed my hand on my heart like it had just stopped with the horror of such a suggestion. "I—I would never! How could you think such a thing?"
Her glance changed from dirty, to pointed. I found myself surrendering. I wanted to at least pull off the prank before we got caught for ditching. We only had about a minute now.
I put my hand up; palm faced out, and said, "I, Butch Jojo, solemnly swear on my life that I will not stare at Buttercup Utonium's butt. Within the next five minutes."
"Butch!"
"That's the best you're gonna get! Come on, let's do this." I knelt, and I laced my fingers together, making a support for her foot. I looked up at her with a desperate look on my face, trying to be cute.
She rolled her eyes, but I caught the red tint in her cheeks. Without another word, she stepped into my fingers. I braced her leg with my shoulder and stood, making her waist level with the top of the door.
"Is that good enough?" I whispered, looking at my feet. I was avoiding looking up, because I would most likely come face to face with her butt.
"Yeah, it's fine," She replied, and she began to pin the balloon to the top of the door with some paperclips and a pushpin that she'd gotten out of her pocket.
But it was too late. We should've done it earlier and spent less time kissing in the janitor's closet.
The bell rang with a loud and long t'wang! And from where I was standing I saw the class get up and rush for the door.
"Dammit!" I cussed and I jumped back, causing Buttercup to go airborne for a second and then to land bridal style in my arms, the balloon still in her hands.
"Crud!" She yelled, and the door opened. Without much thought, Buttercup squeezed her eyes shut and threw the balloon.
In the chaos of the now-crowded halls, I heard the wet sound of the balloon bursting, and then there was a loud groan and a lot of laughter.
My eyes focused on who Buttercup had hit and I instantly started to wheeze with laughter. She opened up her eyes and looked up at me, since I was still holding her.
"Did I do it? Did I hit his head?" She demanded, her light green eyes wide. I shook my head, my smile huge on my face.
"No," I laughed, "Better."
Buttercup turned to see Brick, my older brother, looking down at himself in disgust. Her expired-buttermilk-filled balloon had hit him directly in the crotch and had exploded, leaving trails of curdy white buttermilk all over his pants.
Buttercup erupted in laughter and she jumped out of my arms in order to double over correctly.
Everyone was looking now, and Brick's face was as red as his hair. Blossom appeared behind him, shook her head with a little giggle and took his hand to lead him to the boys' bathroom.
Everyone pointed and laughed as Brick trailed down the hall after Blossom, and the laughter continued even after they disappeared around the corner.
Buttercup turned to me, a huge and gorgeous smile on her face. "That was aweso—" She began to say, but I didn't let her finish.
I grabbed her hand and yanked her toward me. She landed with an oof! against my chest and looked up at me dangerously.
"Don't even—" I pressed my lips so hard and hungrily to hers that she forgot what she was going to say and instead found herself tangling her fingers in my slightly long hair.
After about two seconds though, she seemed to remember where we were. It was either that or the "Ooooooh!" sound everyone made when they discovered that we had decided we were going to make out then and there.
"Butch!" She growled, and she slapped my arm. "We're still in school! You could get like, suspended for PDA!"
"Might as well get in trouble for something that didn't go wrong, like our little prank," I murmured raggedly, and went in for another kiss, but I was yanked back.
"Butch Jojo, Principal Lang's office, now!" Mr. Lambert, the art teacher, had come out to see what the commotion was, just in time to see me sucking face with my girlfriend.
"Okay," I said, smiling glamorously. He grabbed me by the back of my army green T-shirt and shoved me forward. Buttercup stood by, watching with annoyance. "I'll call you later," I mouthed, and made the phone sign next to my ear.
She smiled and shook her head in exasperation as another loud and annoying sound entered my dream. This time it didn't fade off, like the bell had.
I woke with a start and slammed my hand down on the digital alarm clock on the table beside my bed. The sound diminished immediately.
I took air in and exhaled in a long huff. I sat up in the bed, running my fingers through my hair, and no doubt messing it up even more than it had been from the night before.
I glanced over at the clock I had just silenced to see that it was 5:00 AM. Stupid alarm… the damn thing always malfunctioned and woke me up hours earlier than I had set it for.
I had the urge to lie down again and lose myself in blackness, but then I realized that the people I had left behind six months ago would probably haunt my dreams. I didn't need to increase the pain of that ache in my chest—the one I would never admit to myself that I had.
Instead I flipped the blanket off of the hotel bed, swung my legs off the side, and stood. I yawned hugely and spread my arms out in a long stretch, looking around my hotel room.
It was small, with dark amber colored walls and almost cheap, brown carpet. A small bathroom and sink were on the right by the door, and there were a few little tables and a little dresser on which I had flung my stuff about. Simple, I noted, but it was pretty good for a guy that had gotten all of his money by pick pocketing for six months.
Then I realized something. I hadn't been alone in the bed. A woman, looking to be about 25 years old, had been in bed next to me. Her dark hair was nearly perfect as it cascaded down her back, and her skin was tanned almost to the point where it was kind of obnoxious. I smiled to myself, but then I frowned.
Almost as if on queue, the woman sat up in bed and looked up at me with tired eyes. She patted the spot beside her, where I had just been sitting, motioning me to lie down beside her again.
"Come back to bed," She begged, her voice slurred by sleepiness, yet still very seductive. Stupid whore. The streets of the small Colorado town that I was currently located in were crawling with them. Then again, the other six places I'd gone had had women all over the street with alcohol on their breath and no brains in their head, too.
I hadn't been using them for you know what, hell no! I'd just kind of used them as a reminder to myself that there were better things out there. Inviting them to bars—where I never drank anything—or kissing their hand and making googly-eyes at them. It made me remember that I was still a cold-hearted villain. Why? I don't know. Maybe I didn't have it in me to find a girl that was actually smart and wanted an actual relationship and not just the kicks that came with it. Maybe I didn't have it in me to break her heart when I left to wander the country again, looking for a new place to live for the month. I quickly pushed that out of my mind. I was still a villain. I would always be one, and that was why I had left my brothers.
But then again, I had realized a while back that all the girls I had taken out had either had green eyes or black hair. Never both.
I shook my head with a sly grin, meeting her dark brown eyes. "Sorry. I've gotta go," I said.
She lay down again and snuggled her face into the pillow, trying to lure me back in. It wasn't working, but she was such an obvious airhead she didn't figure it out. "No you don't. Stay with me."
I laughed darkly and walked over to her side of the bed. She smiled up at me hysterically, her eyes widening as adrenaline began to pump through her body. She rose and grabbed my face, trying to pull my lips to hers, but I pulled back in disgust, using a little superhuman strength. She looked confused, but she quickly got the point when I grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of bed and onto her feet.
"Hey!" She protested weakly, but she didn't fight back as I pushed her over to the door, opened it, and nudged her out. "Don't you… want it?"
"Nope," I scoffed, planning to use the line that got all of these sluts off of you because apparently my kind wasn't as 'irresistible' as older men, "I'm still a minor."
Her face quickly changed from the stupid seductive look to one of pure horror.
"What?" She screeched as I slammed the door in her face.
I'd just been a complete asshole to a lady I didn't even know the name of. I smiled to myself.
Yeah. I still had the evil in me, and the taste for it too. Pride surged through my core and I had the strong urge to fist pound and yell, "Yes!" but then something inside of me stirred again.
There came the familiar ache in my chest, and suddenly, I didn't feel so awesome anymore.