Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
Track 4: Just the Girl – The Click Five
Butch figured he must have been some sort of masochist.
He shot Buttercup a grin from across the room at the party they were at currently, and waved at her, only for the dark-haired woman to roll her eyes and turn away from him.
His smile faltered slightly, but didn't slide off his face completely, as he kept his eyes trained on his current prize.
He was an attractive guy, he was very aware of that fact. He could have had any girl that he wanted, but instead he wanted the one girl who was considered to be 'untouchable'.
At least to him, anyway.
It didn't stop him from trying however.
It was just like him after all – always chasing after something that he couldn't – or wasn't supposed to have. Always getting himself into trouble along the way.
She was unapproachable to pretty much any person of the opposite sex, but he knew that she knew what she was doing: keep everyone at a distance – keep them wanting more.
He smirked – Cleaver girl. She really made him want her, and he loved a good challenge.
Too bad for the rest of her admirers (and god knows she had a lot of them) that he was the only one who could get past the harsh exterior that she put up.
He sauntered over to where she was standing, a cocky grin plastered on his face as placed a hand against the wall behind her – effectively boxing her in. Buttercup stiffened as she felt the intimidating presence behind her. Sighing lightly, she put her solo cup down, before turning to face the man behind her, raising a quizzical brow at him.
"Can I help you?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Oh Christ, he really had fallen for this girl. Four words and he was almost knocked off his feet. It was almost pathetic how much he wanted her.
"Just wondering what a fine-looking girl like you, is doing over here alone during a party." Butch replied smoothly, raking his forest irises down her body, before flashing her a winning smile, causing her to snort.
"I was enjoying the scene before you came along." She responded coolly. Her arms were still crossed, but Butch could see that her stance had relaxed slightly. "Well it's even better, now that I'm here." The dark male grinned as he flexed his biceps. "I mean, how much better can the view get?"
The ravenette rolled her piercing lime eyes, but the hint of a smile graced her features. "Because you make everything better." She stated sarcastically. "Now what do you really want?"
"Eh, I'm kinda bored. You look like you're really bored. We should blow this joint. You with me?"
He held out his hand, a wordless invitation. He didn't care where they went. They could go anywhere she wanted. They could be in Europe in a matter of seconds. Asia in a few minutes, due to their X enhanced speed. Anywhere with her would be fine.
Buttercup looked at him and then his hand. She took a second to glance around the party, and for a moment, she looked as if she was seriously considering it. She opened her mouth to respond when…
"Ohmygod, BUTCH!" A shrill squeal shattered the intimate vail that had surrounded them, and brought them back the rest of the party. A girl with bleach-blonde hair flung herself at the barrel-chested male, whose own forest irises widened in surprise as the new girl latched onto his forearm, giggling drunkenly.
"Oh, hey… uh… Tiffany." He managed to croak out as he discreetly tried to pry the fake blonde off his arm; watching helplessly out of the coroner of his eye as Buttercup closed back in on herself, a frown appearing on her face as her eyebrows drew together. He bit back a frustrated snarl.
Goddamn it. He was so fucking close this time too.
"Oooohh, is this a bad time?" The bleached blonde giggled as she leaned on him – ignoring his attempts to get away.
"Kinda yeah, I was just in the middle of something-" The look on Buttercups face made the words die on his tongue. Her face was shrouded by a dark cloud as she glared spitefully at the struggling man and the drunken floosy.
"Butters look I-" he tried to get out, only to stop as she lifted her own green eyes to stare him down – Her eyes showcasing a barley repressed fury.
Buttercup let a serene smile grace her features as she raised her hand to give him the middle finger. "Get fucked Butch." She cooed lovely at him as she stalked off into the crowd of party-goers – away from him.
Christ she knocked him off his feet.
He stood in the same spot for a moment, staring after her, before he snapped to his senses and ripped his arm out of the other girl's grasp, taking off in the direction where Buttercup had disappeared, promptly ignoring the whining of the other girl behind him.
He could have had any girl, but he didn't want them.
He wanted her.
.
XxX
'cause she's bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can't help myself
I don't want anyone else
She's just the girl I'm lookin' for