Lords of the Playlist

Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me either and as always, they have human appendages.

Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.

Track 47: Mr. Brightside – The Killers

Butch felt his insides lurch unpleasantly – his drinks from earlier in the evening threatening to make a reappearance as he did a doubletake.

Buttercup Utonium was sitting at a different table across the from him and Mitch at the specialized dance club they were in.

But he wasn't her he was gaping at, (though admittedly he was surprised that she would come to a place like this in the first place) – it was the unfamiliar guy who had his hand on her knee, smiling and laughing at whatever she was saying.

He held his glass so hard it almost cracked.

Just who the fuck did this asshole think he was? Putting his hand on his girl-

He froze. His? No. she wasn't his. Not in the literal sense anyways.

But there was no denying that they had been seeing each other for quite some time. There was just no labels attached.

They weren't enemies anymore, not really anyways – they were twenty-three now and fresh out of college. It had been a strange twist of fate that that both green eyed adults had run into each other one day, and they had decided to keep in touch – for old times' sake they had said.

It quickly turned into so much more than that. They had always been the more… physical out of their siblings, and hey – she was attractive, and was an extremely good lay – his best ever, if he could be honest.

It had never moved beyond that though, and they were both okay with that. It was simpler, easier that way. Labels were so overdone anyways. They didn't need them.

And then, one night she had done the unthinkable – she had kissed him.

And for a moment – he had truly kissed her back too.

She pulled away too fast for his liking, looking horrified at what she had done – before she had gathered her clothes, dressed herself, and took off into the night sky in a flash of bright green.

That had been a month ago, and he hadn't seen her since, which had confused him at first.

It was just a kiss after all, it wasn't like it meant anything. Right?

He looked at her again, and saw her smile at something the dumb looking guy had said, and he suddenly felt the urge to vomit again.

Why the hell had he agreed to come out with Mitch to this shitty club in the first place? He hated places like this.

Now, more so than ever before.

"Who the hell is that." He damn near growled, not caring what he sounded like. Mitch shot him a concerned look. "Who?"

"The asshole with Buttercup." he spat as he downed the rest of his drink. Mitch peered over his shoulder to look across the room where Buttercup and her supposed date were, only for his eyes to widen in what the brooding forest eyed man could only assume was surprise.

"Oh uh, that's Tommy I think." The brunette informed him. "She's told me about him once or twice. They had a couple of classes together back in college, and apparently, he's had this huge fucking crush on her for the longest time. Strange, I didn't think she was interested in him, I thought you and her- " he cut himself off upon seeing his friend's glare.

"Whatever, it's fine. We weren't together anyways. She's a big girl, she can do what she wants." The onyx haired man muttered into his empty glass.

Mitch looked him over again. "You sure you're okay man? I know you and her had a thing going on for a little bit. We can leave if this is making you uncomfortable." He offered.

He almost snorted at the offer. If by "thing" Mitch meant occasionally fucking from time to time, then yes – he and her did have a thing. But that was all it was, nothing more – no feelings attached

Right?

"Butch, you okay?" Mitch finally asked when the brooding revenette didn't answer him. He waved a hand in front of his face, hoping to get some sort of response out of the bulkier male, before Butch finally snapped out of his trance. He brushed the brunette off irritably as he tried to get the kiss he had shared with her out of his mind.

"Perfectly fine Mitch, why wouldn't I be?" he grinned unconvincingly. Mitch only looked at him wearily, before going back to nursing his own drink, leaving him to stare down into his.

That was a lie.

He wasn't.

.

XxX

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss