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 59: Girl All The Bad Guys Want – Bowling For Soup

Butch was in serious danger of hitting something.

More specifically – someone. Namely the group of adolescent boys who were leering at Buttercup across from the skate park they were at.

He glared spitefully at the grungy looking troublemakers – barely listening to Buttercup, who was pushing her skateboard around aimlessly with one foot as she talked to the distracted brute.

"-we can go to the fall fair for a bit if you want. It just opened it up downtown yesterday and it actually looks decent this year. What do you say?"

"Mmhmm." He hummed back, not really paying attention to what she was saying. He was too busy getting caught up in his own thoughts about the attention that the green Puff was garnering.

She always seemed to attract the rougher, "bad boys" who had no business looking at her the way they did. She of course, didn't care – she wasn't interested in them, but he did. Something about the way they looked at her rubbed him the wrong way – or maybe it was the type of people she seemed to attract that bothered him so much.

Maybe it was because he himself was one, and all of the other people she had seemed to be attracted to in the past also fell under that category as well.

In fact, he could name three big ones off the top of his head:

Mitch, Ace… him…

Oh yeah… she was definitely the girl all the bad guys had their eye on.

The muscles in his jaw clenched slightly against his will as he thought about her other two potential suitors.

Mitch, he could understand – the boy had been best friends with her since kindergarten and the two had always been close to the point that the Townsville press knew who he was, and sometimes harassed the lime eyed woman about whether they were together or not. (though they had learned the hard way that its wasn't wise to pester the short-tempered Puff about her friends and personal relationships – countless of smashed camera equipment proved that)

But Ace…

That one he didn't really understand. He was more disturbed about it than anything else – after all, the green skinned delinquent was at least fifteen years older than she was, and had to be in his mid-thirties by now if he did the math correctly. He had heard rumors that Buttercup had once had a slight crush on him when she was a kid, but that had gone south fast when he and his gang had supposedly tried to off her sisters back in the day, and nothing had come of it since.

Maybe now that she was older he saw the appeal – not that he could blame the shade-wearing man, but still-

He scowled, making a mental note to sucker punch the ex-con in the face next time he crossed paths with him. For… reasons.

He stopped short as he realized that he was growing oddly irritated with both men – the thoughts of them and Buttercup not mixing well together in his mind. If he thought about them separately then he was fine, but together...

He had to stop for a moment and question why it was that he was growing more and more agitated with both of them with each passing second – again, Ace he could understand – the guy was an idiot, but Mitch was one of his friends, he knew that he shouldn't be feeling animosity towards the brunette.

If the ravenette was real with himself for a moment, he figured that maybe the reason behind his irritated state was because they were interested in her, or maybe it was because, in some dark part of his mind – one that he would never admit to having – he saw them as rivals for her.

Her. Her, her, her. It was always her. Why did she always provoke such twisted feelings in him, and most importantly: why the hell did every so-called "bad boy" have to notice her?

But he couldn't really blame them for liking her. After all – Blossom and Bubbles where hot in their own right – but Buttercup had a certain spice to her that drew the rougher boys to her like bees to honey.

And it was addictive as it was frustrating-

"Oi Butch, you still with me? I asked you if you wanted to go to the fair grounds for a bit."

Her voice snapped him out of his reprieve and he grinned uneasily at her. "Sure Butts, whatever you say."

The green eyed Powerpuff rolled her eyes at him and playfully punched his shoulder as she scooped down to pick up her board. "Stop spacing out on me man, now come on, let's go, I'll race you."

He snorted. "Get ready to eat my dust then." He grunted as he shot off the ground, her shout of protest fading slightly as he booked it towards the fair grounds at the speed of sound – his thoughts screaming at him all the while.

He had to learn how to control his feelings around her – they were getting out of control. Or better yet – he needed to prove to everyone else – especially himself – that he was the best match for her.

"Bad boy" or not – he really did care about her.

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It's like a bad movie

She is lookin' through me

If you were me, then you'd be

Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"

She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll never have