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 33: Chloe (You're The One That I Want) – Emblem3
Sometimes it was hard being the middle sister.
Especially when it was expected of her and her sisters to the "perfect little girls" that Townsville knew them to be all of the time.
It was especially hard to follow that expectation when her older sister was the epitome of perfect, and her baby sister wasn't far behind.
It was hard, trying to live up to her older sister's expectations of her – she knew she wasn't perfect – that she wasn't like her sisters much at all. She tried of course, she desperately tried to be the sister that her older sibling wanted her to be – but she knew in her heart of hearts that it would never happen, even if she wanted it for herself.
But she wouldn't deny that it ate at her sometimes – the worst was when her pink eyed sister would point of her short comings, (she knew that Blossom didn't mean any harm by it, but that didn't make it hurt any less) and made her feel second rate.
She would get so tired and irritable trying to be something that she wasn't, that she would often take off by herself for hours, not saying a word to anyone – making her sisters and friends who were closest to her, worry – and that included a certain green eyed Rowdyruff.
Butch had noticed for the past couple of days that Buttercup had been more standoffish than usual, alerting him that something wasn't quite right with the spicy Puff. He didn't comment on her odd behavior in front of their friends though, knowing full well that that it only irritate her farther and prompt her to start a fight with him.
However, when he noticed her slip outside during lunch hour a few days later, he decided to follow her without a second thought. He found her sitting outside on the school's rooftop, staring out at the city with a blank expression on her face – not paying him any mind as he approached her from behind.
"What's up with you?" he asked, snickering to himself as he watched her jump in surprise as she turned around to glare at him. "Dumbass, don't do that – I'm trying to think."
"Well that's something that you never do. You're always kick ass first and take names later, not the other way around." He crossed his arms. "So, I'll ask again: what's up with you?"
"I'm FINE-" Buttercup started to say, only to pause in midsentence as a tired look passed over her face. "Actually… no. I'm not." She admitted. "I guess there is something that's been bugging me for a little bit."
He quirked his brow as he sat down beside her. "Ok then, what is it?"
She sighed. "Well I'm not exactly the most approachable person-"
"Yeah no shit." Butch laughed only to shut his mouth a second later as Buttercup sent him a particularly vicious glare. "Sorry, I'm listening, go on."
"It's just… Blossom… Everybody, and I do mean everybody –loves her. She's great at everything. Math, science, dealing with the press and townspeople – whatever it is, she's great at it, not to mention she's gorgeous. I'm not like that… I'm quick tempered, I'm too mean, too hard, and I have no patience what-so-ever. She's just good at everything, and I just come up… second best."
She averted her eyes away from him as she finished, refusing to look over at him. Butch sat in a stunned silence for a moment as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
Oh. Oh. That was it.
He frowned to himself as he pondered over what she said for a moment. He could see where she was coming from – sometimes he felt the same way with his brothers, but he figured it must be a different kind of feeling for her – seeing how she had to put up the good girl farce all the time.
"Well… maybe you're right."
She cringed at his statement, and it stabbed him in the heart to see her cave in on herself like that, so he began to talk rapidly before she had the chance to doubt herself father.
"Maybe you are meaner and louder and more crude then she is, but you're fucking amazing." He told her sincerely, watching as a light red dusting appeared on the tops of her cheeks.
"Butch-"
"So your sister is better at you at some things. Big fucking deal. You completely shred her in other areas." He continued on, ignoring her flushed sputtering.
"So what if Blossom is better at dealing with crowds, or just people in general? Shit, maybe she does turn more heads then you do. But you know what? Fucking let her – I don't give a damn about her." He looped a long arm over her shoulders with a lopsided grin. "I got the better sister anyways."
Buttercup's cheeks flushed scarlet at his words – a terrible colour combination with her green colour scheme – but he couldn't help but think that she looked cute with it.
"The rest of the town can have her for all I care." He pressed on before turning his head to look at her with a confident grin. "You're the one that I want."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You… what…?"
"and if the towns so preoccupied with her, that's better news for me. That means I can have you all to myself." Butch rambled on, almost childishly – still ignoring her strangled attempts to form words. He squeezed her shoulders. "Because I'm selfish, and I don't like sharing."
"I… I don't really know what to say to that. I'm not going to argue it though" Buttercup muttered as she allowed him to press her into his side. She tilted her head up and shot him a watery smile. "Thanks Butch, I needed that."
He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head as he redirected his attention back out to the city before them. "You're fucking great BC – so stop comparing yourself to her. You're not Blossom and you never will be – but you're just as good, if not better."
It was then, Buttercup decided – that she didn't mind being the middle sister – and she didn't mind not being as pristine as her sister.
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Chloe, I know your sister turns everyone on
But oh baby, I have no doubt you're the one that I want
You think she's got it all but that don't make her better
You got my heart and that's the only thing that matters