When she gets embarrassed, embarrass yourself so she won't feel alone.
"Hey, Butterbutt."
"Go away, Butch."
"Aw," Butch pouts, leaning over her desk to her ear. She freezes at his proximity, unable to think of anything but the way his hot breath feels against her skin. "Don't be like that," he whispers, his lips just brushing against her ear.
"Butch! Make-out with Buttercup some other time!" Their teacher suddenly yells, angrily passing out the project assignment sheet.
"We were not, nor have we EVER, nor will we EVER, make-out, Mrs. S!" Buttercup shouts, pushing the smug Butch away from her harshly.
"Whatever," their teacher sighs, handing them each a paper, "I don't actually care."
"Hey, Butterbutt, look! It's a partner project!" Butch exclaims, only glancing at the directions.
"So?" she retorts, looking around the room for a friend to do the project with.
"So?" he scoffs, taking a seat in the desk beside her. "You should be my partner." Rolling her green eyes, Buttercup goes back to searching around the room for a partner.
"Not gonna happen," she mutters, making eye contact with Robin.
"Butch, Buttercup," Mrs. S sighs, rubbing her temples to try to stop the oncoming head ache. "Why aren't you working on the project yet?"
"We're still looking for partners, Mrs. S" Buttercup replies, trying to mouth something to Robin.
"Buttercup, what are you talking about? Everyone got their partners before the papers were handed out, I thought you and Butch were going to work together."
"NO-"
"YES! Thanks, Mrs. S, you're right. Buttercup and I should really get started on that project," Butch exclaims with a bright smile. Their teacher merely rolls her eyes and returns to her desk.
"Hey, Mrs. S, can we listen to some tunes while we work?" a student asks, eyes bright with hope as he glances at the stereo system. Sighing for the millionth time that day, Mrs. S gives a small nod.
"Yeah," she answers, "plug in someone's I-pod."
"Here!" Butch calls, walking to the stereo. "I have Buttercup's."
"Wait, what? Butch! How the hell did you get my I-pod?" she shouts, jumping out of her desk and standing beside it.
"Well," he muses, plugging the green I-pod in, "remember when I felt you up this morning?" The entire class catches this snip-bit of information and turns to stare at Buttercup.
"Yeah," she replies, seemingly not angry nor embarrassed to the class's surprise.
"Well," Butch answers, "that's how." Sighing, Buttercup runs a hand down her face.
"Just give me my I-pod back, Butch," she groans.
"Nope," he smirks, hitting play.
'Kore wa kawaii ojō-san, Masshirona ke ga totemo suteki ne, Konna tsuki ga kireina yoru wa, Boku to issho ni asobimasen ka?'
"Dude," Butch laughs, turning back to Buttercup, "what is this?"
"Is this even English?" another student asks, bursting into laughter.
"Shut up!" Buttercup growls, her face reddening ever so slightly as Butch turns the volume even louder.
'Nora wa saikō nyan nyan nyan, Sakana kusunete, hato oikakete, Hiruma wa hataraku ningen wo, Shirime ni yane no ue de yumeutsutsu'
"Are they meowing?" another student laughs, causing another uproar. Buttercup says nothing, her arms crossed and her head turned away, trying to hide her very red face.
"Man, BC, we thought you were cool!"
"This music is so lame!"
"What even is it?"
Butch frowns. He hadn't expected this; Buttercup's red face was something only he was supposed to see. Sure, he could tease he and make her embarrassed, but not these other kids, they weren't even supposed to know that she could get embarrassed.
"Oops!" Butch loudly shouts, making into the ears of their laughing peers. "My bad, guys, this is my I-pod."
"Your I-pod, Butch?" a kid smirks, trying desperately to hold in his laughter.
"Yup, here's Buttercup," he explains, unplugging one I-pod and replacing it with another of the exact same color. 3 Days Grace sounds about the room and the kids accept it as something Buttercup would listen to.
"You mean, you like that song, Butch?"
"Yeah, it's one of my favorites," he answers, ignoring the laughing kids around him.
"What's it about?"
"Two cats, falling in love and wanting to runaway together," he answers, stuffing the old I-pod in his pocket along with his hands.
"Whatever, Butch," a girl giggles, "you're weird."
Butch shrugs, ignoring the laughing students easily as he walks back over to Buttercup.
"So," he muses, a smug smirk on his face as he looks down at her. She rolls her eyes.
"How did you know what the song was about?"
"Oh, I guessed," he states with a wink.
"Whatever…Oh, and, Butch?"
"Yeah?" As soon as he turns towards her, her fists makes contact with his forehead.
Clutching his head in new-found pain, he almost doesn't hear Buttercup as she whispers, "thanks…That was really awesome of you." He smiles, resting his pounding head on her shoulder as she reads the directions of the project out loud. She almost didn't push him away…not until he started nuzzling his nose into her neck, anyway.
I honestly think is this chapter is a piece of crap. I'm not even going to re-read before I post because I think it's so awful... I'm sorry, guys, I'll try to write better for the next one.
I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or 'Ah, it's a wonderful cat life.'
NEXT: When she gets embarrassed, embarrass yourself so she won't feel alone~ BLUES
CHAPTER COUNTDOWN: 4 chapters left.
I actually like Vocaloid, myself, but so many people think it's lame~ XD