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.

*Jesus H. More Than Human updated for the first time in 5 years. This calls for one more chapter of Lords to be released I think.* (HolyfuckImdying)

Track 78: Flavor of the Week – American Hi-Fi

"Say that again."

Butch grit his teeth and willed himself not to throw something as he repeated what he had just said not thirty seconds before.

"I'm telling you, he's seeing other girls."

"Bull. Shit. How the fuck do you know that?" Buttercup seethed, her hands clenching into fists, eyes boring holes into the green Rowdyruff, who was floating a foot off of her bedroom floor, hovering lazily in the air.

The green-eyed man fought off the urge to roll his eyes in exasperation. That would only serve to piss the already angry woman off further, and he needed her to listen to him. They had been going at it for the past hour – fighting over the most pointless thing in his opinion: her boyfriend. Aka: the biggest waste of space to ever come into his radar.

Why he was even bothering to try and warn her about her current squeeze was beyond him, but here he was; trying to get the most stubborn woman on the face of the earth to listen to him.

It was about as easy as it sounded.

"I know his type Sunshine. I speak from experience, seeing how I belong in the same category."

"So that gives me zero reason to take anything you say seriously then."

"I guess, but the difference between him and I is pretty significant." The Rowdyruff pointed out as he hovered in front of her.

"Is that so? What sets you apart then?" Buttercup asked dryly, looking as if she was trying to hold off a migraine, and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she waited for his answer.

"He knows fuck all about you for starters."

"That's a lie."

"Really? Did he remember that your birthday was last week? Even I know that. What did he get you again? Oh, that's right – he didn't get you anything. Fact, I think Boom mentioned that he didn't even show up…"

He cast a glance at her out of the corner of his eye and saw that his words had hit their mark. So, the prick really hadn't shown up after all. That was low. Even he would have made an effort to go…

"So, then what the hell Butch? Why do you keep telling me this? Do you want us to break up, so you can have a chance with me? Is that it?!" her face had become red and blotchy again, and he almost felt bad. He hadn't come here to put her down, surprisingly. He didn't have the same hatred for her as he had when he was a child – if anything, the two were actually good friends. He was just trying to warn her of the inevitable.

He knew what her current boyfriend was like. The guy acted like he had when he was in high school: a player. And for some reason, the thought of his counterpart with a guy like that bothered him more then he thought it would.

"Now as entertaining as that would be – making your love life miserable and all – I can honestly say that's not what I'm trying to do. I actually respect you enough not to do that."

"Then what are you trying to do then?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I was trying to look out for you?"

Now she laughed. "You? Look out for me? Oh god that's rich."

He shrugged. "Well we all know your taste in men isn't exactly reliable."

Her face became dark red with concealed rage. "What the hell is that supposed to mean asswipe? Name one guy I-"

"Ace."

She stopped mid-scream and stared at him as he looked back passively. "Why you gotta bring up old stuff."

He shrugged again. "My point exactly."

He watched as Buttercup became red in the face once more. Red really wasn't her colour, but today she seemed to be wearing it more than normal. "You know what? Screw you asshole. I'm twenty-three years old. I can make my own choices without your opinion, and I can date whoever the hell I want!"

"I never said you couldn't." He reasoned – surprised at how soft his voice had suddenly become. "I just think you can do better then that loser. I know you can. You deserve better then him… Fuck I can't believe that came out of my mouth." He shook his head, pointedly ignoring Buttercup's shocked look.

An awkward silence enveloped the room, and Buttercup kicked at the ground as if she was embarrassed. "I still don't completely trust you, but… I'll… I'll talk with him. He's not seeing other girls… I'm a Powerpuff for Christ's sake… what more could he ask for?"

"Some guys don't apricate what they have." He shrugged, still not setting foot on the soft carpet of her bedroom. "It doesn't matter how good you are, or what kind of powers you have. People are still going to walk all over you. You of all people should know that. Even we aren't immune to it."

She didn't have a response to that.

She left the room without another word, brushing past him on her way out, leaving him alone. He closed his eyes – feeling like neither of them had won their argument – and sighed.

"Don't say I didn't warn you 'Cup…"

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XxX

Her boyfriend, he don't know

Anything about her

Yeah she's the flavor of the weak

But she makes me weak