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 68: Lovestruck – Mother Mother
He hated to admit it. But he was hopelessly, and utterly attracted to his counterpart.
He watched her from across the street from his perch on top of an apartment balcony adjacent to her, as he took another drag from his cigarette, hoping that he didn't look near as creepy as he felt.
"Fuck feelings." He grumbled bitterly as he watched her walk down the street, side by side with Bubbles – laughing about something that he couldn't quite hear. "There's no way I like her like that. I can't."
Because in all honesty, he knew that it should have been biologically, physically and mentally impossible for him to see her in that way.
And yet, he couldn't deny that out of all the girls in their school, she was the first one that had caught his attention and held it – and that was a miracle in itself.
He was born and bred to hate her, to oppose her, to stand against everything she stood for – and for a while he had – but somewhere along the lines, when they had gotten older and progressed into high school – he had started to view her differently.
And he hated to admit it, but it scared him.
Because he knew why he saw her differently – and no one could know. No one could ever know.
"This is bullshit." He muttered as he took the cigarette out of his mouth, before throwing it to the ground and stomping it out. "Of all the fucking girls in the world, why did if have to be her?"
The light breeze that gently ruffled his obsidian spikes was the only thing that answered him, but that was alright, because he already knew the answer.
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My feelings ran away
I didn't know how to feel them
My angel flew away
I didn't know how to keep her
Heaven knows I needed her to stay
I hope she spreads her wings
Surfing on a sunbeam
And dancing to a song I couldn't sing