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: 31: Stay With Me – You Me At Six
"If she ever asks him how many times she has crossed his mind,
he would say once because she came and never left.
After all, 'just friends' don't look at each other like that."
Butch took slow deep breaths as he gazed down at the smaller body that was encircled in his defined arms – trying to shift as little as possible to avoid jostling the smaller being too much.
Buttercup let out a tired sigh as she slouched in his hold – her back pressing into his broad chest as they both continued to relax in the calm silence that had enveloped them.
They were currently lying on the floor of his bedroom – his bed was about a foot away from them, but fuck it, who needed beds when they had a perfectly good beanbag chair they could collapse on – simply enjoying the undisturbed quiet that that surrounded the resting warriors like a shroud.
Butch wasn't quite sure how they ended up in this position. One minute they had been shooting the shit, talking about sports and whatever else they could think of – and the next they were curled up on his floor, practically spooning.
He found her presence to be oddly comforting – soothing almost – which was odd for him to admit, since at one point in their lives, they used to mercilessly beat the shit out of each other for kicks.
It was almost funny just how much things had changed between them. Twelve, almost thirteen years changed a person more then he initially realized.
He pulled her closer to him – gently pressing her into his broad frame as he rested his chin on top of her head – which was fine by her, considering that she wasn't going away where anyways.
Normally, she would have brushed him off – after all, he was never not touching her, (they been ones for words – always preferring physical actions over everything else) but then there were times like this where she just didn't care, and welcomed the physical contact.
They both relished quiet moments like this – as down time for them was few and far in-between, and hardly ever lasted for very long. It was a time they could be open with each other – real and honest – something that they didn't always have the luxury of being when they were out in public or at school.
Out there – they couldn't ever divulge that they acted like this together. This was their time together. As friends… and possibly something more. It was a time nobody else needed to know about.
It was theirs. Nobody could take that away from them. They wouldn't let them.
"You're my best friend you know that?" Butch muttered into her hair. "You get me the best out of anyone in this whole shitty town."
Buttercup shifted in his arms so that she was facing him, and he suddenly found himself staring into bright green eyes that looked like pools of liquid emeralds
"I know." She informed him, and Butch could have sworn that he saw his whole physical being reflected in her bright green eyes – it was in that moment that he knew he was a goner.
"I've always known."
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You've got a lot to say for the one that walked away
You've got a lot to say for the one that pushed me away
Oh, how do I know if I should stay or just go?
The bottom line is this way that I'll never know