LOOONG author's notes. . . just warnin' ya. . . kinda mini-updates on almost EVERYTHING i'm working on. . .
ahahaha. . . no, it isn't the REAL part 6 *heavy objects begin to fly at jen's head as she cowers in dark anticipation of her oncoming death* part 6 is undergoing some. . . heavy writing right now. heavy re-writing too. i think i'm gonna have to up the rating. . . :/ aw, hell, we'll see how it goes.
"being moody" series has picked up again ^^ just an update on THAT one's status. . . a few other new ones too, tho not all are necessarily romance O_o *prepares to be shot dead*
um, the powerpuff girls do NOT belong to me. if they did. . . i would be a very happy person. and if the rowdyruff boys belonged to me. . . i would be even happier.
. . . no, you pervert, i wouldn't do that ¬ ¬ pedophiles.
ok. the thanks and applause must go to craig mccracken. whee, i love you craig.
and the song "things i'll never say" does not belong to me either. it belongs to the nicely talented avril lavigne (the girl who sings "complicated," which is more than likely playing on the radio as i speak). i'd highly suggest downloading the song, as that would probably enhance the whole "jukebox video" selection. . . thingy. . . thing.
um, so in other words this is kind of a vidfic. vidfic meaning. . . hell, you'll figure it out. use some logic, dammit. like a music video. there.
and there's nothing new here either, it's all random bits of "footage" from parts 1-5. so. . . don't kill me. 6 is coming. . . maybe later than sooner, but damn, it's coming.
btw, when i use the term "flashbeat" *you'll see it later down there* i basically mean the "screen" is black and you see the clip played on a certain pulse, but you don't really see all of it; it "flashes" a bit of it on the screen. argh. . . i can't really describe it, the best way for you to completely understand what i mean is to go to www.toonamiarsenal.com, find the ppg movie under features, and d/l the trailer for the movie called "flash beat." i don't remember whether it's flashbeat 1 or 2, tho. but anyway, THAT'S what i mean when i say "flashbeat."
i've talked too damn long. d/l the song for optimum effect. and don't hate me if i suck miserably at trying to pull this off; it's my first attempt to do so. tho general comments would be appreciated :)
and i seriously cannot believe how many reviews i'm getting for this story. i feel so loved!!! XD thanks guys ^^ i really appreciate it.
. . . if anyone gets the "blow you" and "go down" jokes in this song. . . good for you :9 and, um, don't take the line from the song "marry me today" TOO literally. . . it doesn't really represent bc's character, but it's in the song, which overall fits her anyway minus that line. in other words, don't let it get to you, good or bad :P
that aside. . . onward!
-jen
*A Skirt for Sunday Evening*
~Jukebox Video Selection~
"Things I'll Never Say"
-Avril Lavigne
\music starts\
[A brilliant white flash of light sweeps down. The camera pans down, reflecting the glare of the sun as it focuses on a shopping mall]
/La da da. . . etc./
[Cut to inside of the mall and zoom in on *a/n: gasp!* college version of Buttercup, complete with college sweatshirt and backpack slung over one shoulder, strolling along with a bored look on her face. All of a sudden she veers off into a store. Camera zooms out to reveal it's a *a/n: gasp again!* female clothing store]
/I'm tuggin' at my hair/
[Cut to Buttercup in store passing racks of clothing as other shoppers move not-so-discreetly out of her way]
/I'm pullin' at my clothes/
[Clerk approaches Buttercup but something catches Buttercup's attention and she walks to a rack and pulls out a black skirt]
/I'm tryin' to keep my cool, I know it shows/
[Clerk grabs Buttercup's elbow (to Buttercup's surprise) and drags her in direction of fitting rooms]
/I'm starin' at my feet, my cheeks are turnin' red/
[Cut to Buttercup standing in skirt, sweatshirt, and sneakers, and standing in front of a mirror, a look of disbelief on her face as clerk smiles approvingly and disappears]
/I'm searchin' for the words inside my head/
[Cut to Buttercup's p.o.v. where we're looking directly at the mirror, and in the reflection we see Butch standing beside her, smirking. Camera pans around to see the real Buttercup with an unreadable expression on her face. Butch is nowhere in sight]
/And I'm feelin' nervous/
[Another white flash and the scene is late last night in their dorm. Both of them are seated on the floor; Buttercup tilts her head and sneers at Butch]
/Tryin' to be so perfect/
[He frowns and says something (inaudible to audience)]
/'Cause I know you're worth it/
[Her eyes go wide and she scrambles up just as he tackles her and starts tickling her as she laughs histerically, struggling to push him off]
/You're worth it/
[She finally manages to topple him over and rises quickly]
/Yeah!/
[She zips out the window, Butch in hot pursuit]
/If I could say what I wanna say/
[We see them hollering back and forth, expertly dodging the tall trees and buildings on their campus]
/I'd say I wanna blow you. . ./
[Buttercup visibly slows down in midair]
/AWAY/
[Butch tackles her 'round the waist]
/Be with you every night/
[They roughhouse a bit in the air, Buttercup squirming around but smiling and pounding playfully on Butch's back]
/Am I squeezin' you too tight/
[Butch grins and continues to hold her waist in his arms]
/If I could say what I wanna see. . . I wanna see you go down. . ./
[They stop hovering and dive toward the ground]
/ON ONE KNEE/
[They land unhurt in the thick green grass, side by side]
/Marry me today/
[Butch rolls over on top of her, both of them breathing heavily and sweating like crazy]
/Guess I'm wishin' my life away. . ./
[He smiles and leans in closer, kissing her affectionately on her forehead]
/With these things I'll never say/
[He immediately takes off, leaving Buttercup to watch him depart, face flushed and a strained look of longing in her eyes]
\music\
[Camera pans up to stars, revolves once or twice, then pans down to an open window and cuts ot the interior of the room, where we see a bunk bed with its side up against the wall, Butch on the top one, Buttercup on the bottom]
/It don't do me any good/
[Butch has his head propped on an elbow on the top bunk supposedly talking to Buttercup, who has a disappointed look on her face]
/It's just a waste of time/
[He drops his head over the foot of his bunk, facing Buttercup upside down]
/What use is it to you what's on my mind?/
[She shrugs and lets her eyes drift to the open side of the bunk (opposite the wall)]
/If it ain't comin' out/
[Butch rolls his eyes, sighs, then flops back upward getting settled to fall asleep]
/We're not goin' anywhere/
[Buttercup's eyes trail back and she stares up at the bunk where Butch is now sleeping]
/So why can't I just tell you that I care?/
[She takes a deep breath and rolls over on her side facing the wall, looking throughly dejected all throughout]
/'Cause I'm feelin' nervous/
[Scene cuts to "present" Buttercup, stepping up to the door leading to their dorm, shaking her head and obviously disgusted with herself as she roughly stuffs the black skirt and shoes into her backpack]
/Tryin' to be so perfect/
[The door suddenly opens and Butch is heading out, apparently in a hurry, and Buttercup stumbles backward and lands on her butt on the floor]
/'Cause I know you're worth it/
[He smiles and pulls her up. She has an aggravated look on her face]
/You're worth it/
[He licks one of his hands, wraps the other arm around her waist and taps her rear with the former]
/Yeah. . . /
[Tilts his head]
/If I could say what I wanna say/
[She shoves him into the dorm and walks past him, apparently seething]
/I'd say I wanna blow you. . ./
[He shrugs and takes a few steps toward her]
/AWAY/
[And brings his foot up to kick her butt]
/Be with you every night/
[She swipes at him with her bag but hastily snatches it back after he grabs it from her and starts to unzip it]
/Am I squeezin' you too tight/
[She drops to the floor on her side in the fetal position clutching her bag, and in response he picks her up around the waist with her back to his chest and promptly drops her back to the ground on her butt]
/If I could say what I wanna see/
[He turns and starts walking away as she grimaces and begins scooching towards the closet, backpack in her arms]
/I wanna see you go down. . ./
[All of a sudden he tackles her again, and the pack slides out of her grasp and under the bunk bed]
/ON ONE KNEE/
[He pins her to the ground, smiling mischievously as Buttercup's mouth drops open and she starts blushing]
/Marry me today/
[He presses against her and her eyes go wide. Without taking her eyes off his face, she nods once]
/Guess I'm wishin' my life away. . ./
[He smiles at her and hops off, casually ambling to the door as she watches him leave]
/With these things I'll never say. . ./
[She flips over on her stomach, looking frustrated as she stares awhile at her backpack under the bed]
=over the next few lines of the song we see flashbeats instead of one continual movie stream=
/What's wrong with my tongue?/
*Buttercup gets up and turns toward the door*
*Close up of her face, with that same look of longing in her eyes from earlier*
*Butch drops his luggage on the floor*
*She has her back turned to him and her eyes, expressionless, on the wall*
*Scene is night and as she pulls her pack out from under the bed his hand sweeps down over the side and lightly brushes her cheek*
/These words keep slippin' away. . ./
*Scene is morning and as Buttercup is in restroom trying on the skirt Butch barges in*
*His arms are around her and zip up her skirt as she stares at him, trying not to blush (and failing miserably)*
*Outside the restroom he tosses her the shirt*
/I stutter I stumble. . ./
*She steps out in his shirt with her sweatshirt crumpled against her chest*
*She sighs and tosses it to him, but of course he doesn't catch it*
*He squeezes his eyes shut and whirls around to avoid staring at her, turning red*
*She smiles and he turns back toward her, cautious*
*He gently knocks her back so she can sit on the bed as he tugs on her shoes for her*
/Like I've got nothin' to say. . ./
*He opens the door and bows regally*
*In the hallway he takes her hand and starts leading her away*
*She glances hastily at his hand holding hers and then up at him. Naturally he is completely oblivious to the intense look of sustained longing she's gazing at him with*
=end flashbeats=
/'Cause I'm feelin' nervous/
[They stand in front of Kendall's dorm and Buttercup looks down at their hands and hastily snatches hers away, biting her lip and folding her hands over in front of her as Butch gives her a weird look]
/Tryin' to be so perfect/
[Kendall opens the door, and as Butch moves to kiss her Buttercup's eyes instantly dart to the side to avoid looking at them]
/'Cause I know you're worth it/
[Kendall smiles and hugs Buttercup and says something to her that results in a confused look from Buttercup and a kind smile from Kendall]
/You're worth it/
[Scene cuts to inside of Butch's car as Buttercup buckles up and takes a deep breath, looking at Butch just as he smiles evilly and floors it]
/Yeah. . . !/
[They peel out of the parking lot, tires screaming]
=over THESE next few lines the clips are shown in one continual sequential strip=
/La da da. . . etc./
~(in the car)Buttercup turns her head and looks at Butch, surprised~
~Buttercup curls her lip with disgust in front of the hair salon as Butch circles her, smiling~
~Butch hovers over a stunned Buttercup, smiling thankfully as his pendant drops onto her neck~
~(after hairstyling) Butch leans in to Buttercup's neck and inhales, whispering to her as she is visibly taken aback by his compliment~
~(in Bath & Body Works)Buttercup growls and moves to strangle two young girls when Butch takes her arm and leads her out~
~Butch tosses her some chapstick (or "lip balm," whatever) and she starts going off about its uselessness (still inaudible to audience, of course)~
~Butch takes her face in his hands and applies the lip balm/chapstick/whatever the hell you wanna call it to Buttercup's lips, prompting her (of course) to silently panic~
~They talk and laugh over lunch in the food court~
~At a particularly low point in the conversation Butch pulls her head toward his over the table and whispers fiercely into her cheek as she, once again, tries to will herself to act natural~
~Buttercup snatches his ice cream away as he props his legs on her lap~
~She tosses him off and kicks him to the other side of walkway, blushign as he laughs~
~A furious Buttercup drags him around till she decides to drop his head on the hard tile~
=end continual sequential strip of random clips played hella fast=
/Guess I'm wishin' my life away. . ./
[Buttercup turns away, willing down her smile as a painful snese of hopelessness washes over her features]
/With these things I'll never say/
[Butch startles her out of her thoughts by leaning in and gazing at her, clearly concerned]
/If I could say what I wanna say/
[She grins nervously and waves it off, brushing past him, fear and panic evident in her eyes]
/I'd say I wanna blow you. . ./
[He suddenly snaps back at her, shocking her with his words]
/AWAY/
[Her head swivels up to look at him]
/Be with you every night/
[He takes a deep breath and speaks (still inaudibly) but it's apparent the word "confession" is what he's saying]
/Am I squeezin' you too tight/
[Buttercup's eyes widen and her mouth drops slightly. Everything around them, including people, suddenly are viewed in black and white, while the two of them remain in color]
/If I could say what I wanna see/
[He tilts his head and simles, and while seeming to stumble a bit on his words, we see a close-up of his mouth as it says "I WISH. . . "]
/I wanna see you go down. . . ON ONE KNEE/
[The color returns to everything, and as Butch turns and moves along with the crowd Buttercup slumps and we zoom in to her face, etched with shock and hurt and confusion]
/Marry me today/
[Still in a close up, Buttercup's face is crossed by something gold suddenly glinting in front of her, and it drops against her skin]
/Guess I'm wishin' my life away. . ./
[She turns to see Butch and lifts the pendant to her eyes, sadness washing over them as she manages a weak smile of gratitude]
/With these things I'll never say. . ./
[Butch smiles and takes he hand, still completely unaware of how absolutely miserable Buttercup is]
/. . . with these things I'll never say. . ./
[Buttercup desperately looks up at him, then lets her eyes drop to the floor, sighing heavily as the scene pauses and, while everything around her remains in color, including Butch, she fades to black and white]
\final guitar strum, music ends\
[The scene zooms out, and fades to black]
-||end||-
***
see you in part 6.
ahahaha. . . no, it isn't the REAL part 6 *heavy objects begin to fly at jen's head as she cowers in dark anticipation of her oncoming death* part 6 is undergoing some. . . heavy writing right now. heavy re-writing too. i think i'm gonna have to up the rating. . . :/ aw, hell, we'll see how it goes.
"being moody" series has picked up again ^^ just an update on THAT one's status. . . a few other new ones too, tho not all are necessarily romance O_o *prepares to be shot dead*
um, the powerpuff girls do NOT belong to me. if they did. . . i would be a very happy person. and if the rowdyruff boys belonged to me. . . i would be even happier.
. . . no, you pervert, i wouldn't do that ¬ ¬ pedophiles.
ok. the thanks and applause must go to craig mccracken. whee, i love you craig.
and the song "things i'll never say" does not belong to me either. it belongs to the nicely talented avril lavigne (the girl who sings "complicated," which is more than likely playing on the radio as i speak). i'd highly suggest downloading the song, as that would probably enhance the whole "jukebox video" selection. . . thingy. . . thing.
um, so in other words this is kind of a vidfic. vidfic meaning. . . hell, you'll figure it out. use some logic, dammit. like a music video. there.
and there's nothing new here either, it's all random bits of "footage" from parts 1-5. so. . . don't kill me. 6 is coming. . . maybe later than sooner, but damn, it's coming.
btw, when i use the term "flashbeat" *you'll see it later down there* i basically mean the "screen" is black and you see the clip played on a certain pulse, but you don't really see all of it; it "flashes" a bit of it on the screen. argh. . . i can't really describe it, the best way for you to completely understand what i mean is to go to www.toonamiarsenal.com, find the ppg movie under features, and d/l the trailer for the movie called "flash beat." i don't remember whether it's flashbeat 1 or 2, tho. but anyway, THAT'S what i mean when i say "flashbeat."
i've talked too damn long. d/l the song for optimum effect. and don't hate me if i suck miserably at trying to pull this off; it's my first attempt to do so. tho general comments would be appreciated :)
and i seriously cannot believe how many reviews i'm getting for this story. i feel so loved!!! XD thanks guys ^^ i really appreciate it.
. . . if anyone gets the "blow you" and "go down" jokes in this song. . . good for you :9 and, um, don't take the line from the song "marry me today" TOO literally. . . it doesn't really represent bc's character, but it's in the song, which overall fits her anyway minus that line. in other words, don't let it get to you, good or bad :P
that aside. . . onward!
-jen
*A Skirt for Sunday Evening*
~Jukebox Video Selection~
"Things I'll Never Say"
-Avril Lavigne
\music starts\
[A brilliant white flash of light sweeps down. The camera pans down, reflecting the glare of the sun as it focuses on a shopping mall]
/La da da. . . etc./
[Cut to inside of the mall and zoom in on *a/n: gasp!* college version of Buttercup, complete with college sweatshirt and backpack slung over one shoulder, strolling along with a bored look on her face. All of a sudden she veers off into a store. Camera zooms out to reveal it's a *a/n: gasp again!* female clothing store]
/I'm tuggin' at my hair/
[Cut to Buttercup in store passing racks of clothing as other shoppers move not-so-discreetly out of her way]
/I'm pullin' at my clothes/
[Clerk approaches Buttercup but something catches Buttercup's attention and she walks to a rack and pulls out a black skirt]
/I'm tryin' to keep my cool, I know it shows/
[Clerk grabs Buttercup's elbow (to Buttercup's surprise) and drags her in direction of fitting rooms]
/I'm starin' at my feet, my cheeks are turnin' red/
[Cut to Buttercup standing in skirt, sweatshirt, and sneakers, and standing in front of a mirror, a look of disbelief on her face as clerk smiles approvingly and disappears]
/I'm searchin' for the words inside my head/
[Cut to Buttercup's p.o.v. where we're looking directly at the mirror, and in the reflection we see Butch standing beside her, smirking. Camera pans around to see the real Buttercup with an unreadable expression on her face. Butch is nowhere in sight]
/And I'm feelin' nervous/
[Another white flash and the scene is late last night in their dorm. Both of them are seated on the floor; Buttercup tilts her head and sneers at Butch]
/Tryin' to be so perfect/
[He frowns and says something (inaudible to audience)]
/'Cause I know you're worth it/
[Her eyes go wide and she scrambles up just as he tackles her and starts tickling her as she laughs histerically, struggling to push him off]
/You're worth it/
[She finally manages to topple him over and rises quickly]
/Yeah!/
[She zips out the window, Butch in hot pursuit]
/If I could say what I wanna say/
[We see them hollering back and forth, expertly dodging the tall trees and buildings on their campus]
/I'd say I wanna blow you. . ./
[Buttercup visibly slows down in midair]
/AWAY/
[Butch tackles her 'round the waist]
/Be with you every night/
[They roughhouse a bit in the air, Buttercup squirming around but smiling and pounding playfully on Butch's back]
/Am I squeezin' you too tight/
[Butch grins and continues to hold her waist in his arms]
/If I could say what I wanna see. . . I wanna see you go down. . ./
[They stop hovering and dive toward the ground]
/ON ONE KNEE/
[They land unhurt in the thick green grass, side by side]
/Marry me today/
[Butch rolls over on top of her, both of them breathing heavily and sweating like crazy]
/Guess I'm wishin' my life away. . ./
[He smiles and leans in closer, kissing her affectionately on her forehead]
/With these things I'll never say/
[He immediately takes off, leaving Buttercup to watch him depart, face flushed and a strained look of longing in her eyes]
\music\
[Camera pans up to stars, revolves once or twice, then pans down to an open window and cuts ot the interior of the room, where we see a bunk bed with its side up against the wall, Butch on the top one, Buttercup on the bottom]
/It don't do me any good/
[Butch has his head propped on an elbow on the top bunk supposedly talking to Buttercup, who has a disappointed look on her face]
/It's just a waste of time/
[He drops his head over the foot of his bunk, facing Buttercup upside down]
/What use is it to you what's on my mind?/
[She shrugs and lets her eyes drift to the open side of the bunk (opposite the wall)]
/If it ain't comin' out/
[Butch rolls his eyes, sighs, then flops back upward getting settled to fall asleep]
/We're not goin' anywhere/
[Buttercup's eyes trail back and she stares up at the bunk where Butch is now sleeping]
/So why can't I just tell you that I care?/
[She takes a deep breath and rolls over on her side facing the wall, looking throughly dejected all throughout]
/'Cause I'm feelin' nervous/
[Scene cuts to "present" Buttercup, stepping up to the door leading to their dorm, shaking her head and obviously disgusted with herself as she roughly stuffs the black skirt and shoes into her backpack]
/Tryin' to be so perfect/
[The door suddenly opens and Butch is heading out, apparently in a hurry, and Buttercup stumbles backward and lands on her butt on the floor]
/'Cause I know you're worth it/
[He smiles and pulls her up. She has an aggravated look on her face]
/You're worth it/
[He licks one of his hands, wraps the other arm around her waist and taps her rear with the former]
/Yeah. . . /
[Tilts his head]
/If I could say what I wanna say/
[She shoves him into the dorm and walks past him, apparently seething]
/I'd say I wanna blow you. . ./
[He shrugs and takes a few steps toward her]
/AWAY/
[And brings his foot up to kick her butt]
/Be with you every night/
[She swipes at him with her bag but hastily snatches it back after he grabs it from her and starts to unzip it]
/Am I squeezin' you too tight/
[She drops to the floor on her side in the fetal position clutching her bag, and in response he picks her up around the waist with her back to his chest and promptly drops her back to the ground on her butt]
/If I could say what I wanna see/
[He turns and starts walking away as she grimaces and begins scooching towards the closet, backpack in her arms]
/I wanna see you go down. . ./
[All of a sudden he tackles her again, and the pack slides out of her grasp and under the bunk bed]
/ON ONE KNEE/
[He pins her to the ground, smiling mischievously as Buttercup's mouth drops open and she starts blushing]
/Marry me today/
[He presses against her and her eyes go wide. Without taking her eyes off his face, she nods once]
/Guess I'm wishin' my life away. . ./
[He smiles at her and hops off, casually ambling to the door as she watches him leave]
/With these things I'll never say. . ./
[She flips over on her stomach, looking frustrated as she stares awhile at her backpack under the bed]
=over the next few lines of the song we see flashbeats instead of one continual movie stream=
/What's wrong with my tongue?/
*Buttercup gets up and turns toward the door*
*Close up of her face, with that same look of longing in her eyes from earlier*
*Butch drops his luggage on the floor*
*She has her back turned to him and her eyes, expressionless, on the wall*
*Scene is night and as she pulls her pack out from under the bed his hand sweeps down over the side and lightly brushes her cheek*
/These words keep slippin' away. . ./
*Scene is morning and as Buttercup is in restroom trying on the skirt Butch barges in*
*His arms are around her and zip up her skirt as she stares at him, trying not to blush (and failing miserably)*
*Outside the restroom he tosses her the shirt*
/I stutter I stumble. . ./
*She steps out in his shirt with her sweatshirt crumpled against her chest*
*She sighs and tosses it to him, but of course he doesn't catch it*
*He squeezes his eyes shut and whirls around to avoid staring at her, turning red*
*She smiles and he turns back toward her, cautious*
*He gently knocks her back so she can sit on the bed as he tugs on her shoes for her*
/Like I've got nothin' to say. . ./
*He opens the door and bows regally*
*In the hallway he takes her hand and starts leading her away*
*She glances hastily at his hand holding hers and then up at him. Naturally he is completely oblivious to the intense look of sustained longing she's gazing at him with*
=end flashbeats=
/'Cause I'm feelin' nervous/
[They stand in front of Kendall's dorm and Buttercup looks down at their hands and hastily snatches hers away, biting her lip and folding her hands over in front of her as Butch gives her a weird look]
/Tryin' to be so perfect/
[Kendall opens the door, and as Butch moves to kiss her Buttercup's eyes instantly dart to the side to avoid looking at them]
/'Cause I know you're worth it/
[Kendall smiles and hugs Buttercup and says something to her that results in a confused look from Buttercup and a kind smile from Kendall]
/You're worth it/
[Scene cuts to inside of Butch's car as Buttercup buckles up and takes a deep breath, looking at Butch just as he smiles evilly and floors it]
/Yeah. . . !/
[They peel out of the parking lot, tires screaming]
=over THESE next few lines the clips are shown in one continual sequential strip=
/La da da. . . etc./
~(in the car)Buttercup turns her head and looks at Butch, surprised~
~Buttercup curls her lip with disgust in front of the hair salon as Butch circles her, smiling~
~Butch hovers over a stunned Buttercup, smiling thankfully as his pendant drops onto her neck~
~(after hairstyling) Butch leans in to Buttercup's neck and inhales, whispering to her as she is visibly taken aback by his compliment~
~(in Bath & Body Works)Buttercup growls and moves to strangle two young girls when Butch takes her arm and leads her out~
~Butch tosses her some chapstick (or "lip balm," whatever) and she starts going off about its uselessness (still inaudible to audience, of course)~
~Butch takes her face in his hands and applies the lip balm/chapstick/whatever the hell you wanna call it to Buttercup's lips, prompting her (of course) to silently panic~
~They talk and laugh over lunch in the food court~
~At a particularly low point in the conversation Butch pulls her head toward his over the table and whispers fiercely into her cheek as she, once again, tries to will herself to act natural~
~Buttercup snatches his ice cream away as he props his legs on her lap~
~She tosses him off and kicks him to the other side of walkway, blushign as he laughs~
~A furious Buttercup drags him around till she decides to drop his head on the hard tile~
=end continual sequential strip of random clips played hella fast=
/Guess I'm wishin' my life away. . ./
[Buttercup turns away, willing down her smile as a painful snese of hopelessness washes over her features]
/With these things I'll never say/
[Butch startles her out of her thoughts by leaning in and gazing at her, clearly concerned]
/If I could say what I wanna say/
[She grins nervously and waves it off, brushing past him, fear and panic evident in her eyes]
/I'd say I wanna blow you. . ./
[He suddenly snaps back at her, shocking her with his words]
/AWAY/
[Her head swivels up to look at him]
/Be with you every night/
[He takes a deep breath and speaks (still inaudibly) but it's apparent the word "confession" is what he's saying]
/Am I squeezin' you too tight/
[Buttercup's eyes widen and her mouth drops slightly. Everything around them, including people, suddenly are viewed in black and white, while the two of them remain in color]
/If I could say what I wanna see/
[He tilts his head and simles, and while seeming to stumble a bit on his words, we see a close-up of his mouth as it says "I WISH. . . "]
/I wanna see you go down. . . ON ONE KNEE/
[The color returns to everything, and as Butch turns and moves along with the crowd Buttercup slumps and we zoom in to her face, etched with shock and hurt and confusion]
/Marry me today/
[Still in a close up, Buttercup's face is crossed by something gold suddenly glinting in front of her, and it drops against her skin]
/Guess I'm wishin' my life away. . ./
[She turns to see Butch and lifts the pendant to her eyes, sadness washing over them as she manages a weak smile of gratitude]
/With these things I'll never say. . ./
[Butch smiles and takes he hand, still completely unaware of how absolutely miserable Buttercup is]
/. . . with these things I'll never say. . ./
[Buttercup desperately looks up at him, then lets her eyes drop to the floor, sighing heavily as the scene pauses and, while everything around her remains in color, including Butch, she fades to black and white]
\final guitar strum, music ends\
[The scene zooms out, and fades to black]
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see you in part 6.