Hello, mi amigos! Today I present you with chapter two! But today won't be an all group chapter; today shall be an all-green's chapter! Yay! Anyway, I forgot to mention my gratitude for my awesome friend and her awesome support:
Kyogan-Saori
Thank you! And once again, to my friend Genesis, for inspiring me on making this story, or else this wouldn't have existed! Alright, reading time!
-The Utonium and Jojo Household-
"BUTCH!"
Butch, who was lying comfortably on the living room couch watching TV, nearly fell off. He groaned, standing up and heading towards his room, which he shared with Buttercup, who called for him. He plopped down on the lime green bed, raising an eyebrow. "What?"
Buttercup, who was standing in front of the mirror, her back to him, turned to face him, glaring daggers at him. He was unfazed, already used to this. She walked up to him, pointing at something on her neck. Butch gave her a confused look. "What's wrong?"
She huffed, and sat next to him, once again pointing at something just above her collarbone. "You gave me a fucking hickey from last night's party!"
Butch sighed, and put his hands firmly on her shoulders. "Buttercup, it's just a fucking hickey, for Christ's sake! What's so wrong about that?"
She plopped herself down on the bed and looked at him. "It's just… gross. Why the hell would you bite my fucking neck, anyway?"
He smirked. "It's kinda like a signal boys give to each other."
Buttercup shot him a confused look. "What?"
He laughed, stroking her hair. "It just shows other boys that you're mine."
She snorted, and Butch suppressed a sigh from how adorable she looked when she did it. "That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard in my life. And I know that I'm your girl, but I'm not your damn property."
Butch rolled his eyes, smirking. "Whatever you say, Butter babe."
Suddenly, she stood up, her face deep in thinking. "Hey, we should go to Princess's party this night."
Butch nearly choked. "W-What? You never like to go to her parties—"
"Shut up. The only reason I want to go is because I want to humiliate her." A mischievous smile appeared on her face. "What do you think?"
Butch grinned, showing his minty white teeth. "I say we're going to that fucking party. That bitch has got a fucking Jacuzzi with hot girls filled in it—"
He stopped in mid-sentence, glancing at Buttercup with an apologetic smile. She glared at him, hands on her hips. "You're still the same pervert as a kid, you know that?"
He grinned. "Yeah, and whenever we fought and you flew above me I got to get a view of your panties."
Buttercup's face turned bright red, both from anger and embarrassment. "Butch, just shut the hell up!"
He shrugged, still grinning. "What time does the party start?"
She sighed. "At 9:45, but I dunno if Blossom and Brick will let us go."
Butch got up and started heading out the room. "Hey, where are you going?!" Buttercup yelled.
"Gonna go use my charm to convince them to let us go."
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Boomer has more charm than you, and he's a gay faggot."
"Hey! I heard that, asshole!" Boomer yelled from his and Bubble's room.
XXX
"What! What do you mean we can't go!" Butch said.
Brick, who was sitting next to Blossom on their bed, sighed, rubbing his temples. "Because, you guys will get yourselves in some real shit."
Blossom elbowed him. "Language." She turned back to Butch, who was now hugging Brick's legs, pleading. "C'mon, Brick! Pleeeease?"
"I said no."
Butch pouted, crossing his arms in a childish way. "Why does Boomer and Bubbles get to go, and not us?"
Blossom narrowed her eyes at him. "Because we know you two will try to screw up Princess's party."
Butch raised a brow. "So? She's our enemy, so who gives a shit—"
"Language. And I know that, but she will try to get even with you, and you don't really want that. Besides, that's mean, even if she is your enemy."
Butch groaned, collapsing on the floor. "You guys suck."
"And remember to study for Monday's test."
XXX
"Okay, you ready?"
Two figures were standing next to an open window.
"Yeah, let's do this shit!"
Butch and Buttercup flew out the window as quietly as they could, trying to not be detected by their redheaded siblings ears. Once they were out of hearing range, they began heading towards the direction of the party. "Woo! We did it!" Butch said, fist pumping the air.
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, now let's go inside!"
They entered the huge mansion of Princess; the mansion clouded with neon lights and people from outside and inside. "Whoa…" Buttercup said, her eyes wide with awe. "Look at this place! It's fucking awesome!"
They high-fived, then headed towards the bathroom to change into their party clothes. Buttercup changed into a lime green tank-top, black shorts (The shirt is tucked in the shorts), black combat boots, fishnet leggings, and a black leather jacket. Butch changed into a dark green shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans, and green converse.
"You ready?" Buttercup asked.
Butch nodded, and they walked out of the bathroom. Their first destination was the bar (Butch forved Buttercup to go).
"I'm not fucking drinking that shit." Buttercup said, rejecting the bottle of beer that Butch bought her.
He smirked. "I guess you're just too weak to drink a simple beer."
Buttercup's face turned bright red. "I am not! And I'm gonna fucking prove that!" She grabbed the beer and began chugging it down. When she finished, her face was a sickish green. "H-How do you guys fucking like this—"
Another beer was placed in front of her. Butch smirked. "Drinking one beer doesn't mean you're strong, Buttercup. You have to drink fifteen beers if you wanna prove to me that you're not weak." He inwardly snickered, knowing this would set BC off.
Her green face soon turned red, her hands crushing the bottle she just drank. "I'M NOT FUCKING WEAK! GIMME FIFTEEN BEERS!"
Butch smirked, then faced the bartender. "Fifteen more."
The bartender nodded, appearing a few seconds later. "Here ya go."
Butch watched with amusement as Buttercup immediately started drinking each beer one by one. He smirked. "Are you weak?"
Buttercup, who was now drunk, faced him with curiosity in her eyes. "I don't know. But I've milked a cow before."
"Well, since you're drunk, then I should get drunk, too, huh? Then that will make us even."
-Two Hours Later-
Butch and Buttercup were now in alleyway, both drunk. "Hey, Butterbutt!" Butch called.
Buttercup, who was leaning on a wall, faced him. "Yes, Bitch?"
He smiled. "I like peanuts."
"I like walnuts."
They suddenly stopped talking, and glared at each other. "You fucking whore." Butch said, snaking his arms around her waist.
"You ugly ass piece of shit—"
Butch's lips crashed onto hers, his weight against hers as she leaned on the wall. He began kissing her neck, and then he stopped just above her collarbone. Before she could react, he bit on it as hard as he could, and she yelped. "Stupid, stupid!" She said, slapping his face.
He smirked. "Thanks, baby."
XXX
"What do you mean we're grounded?"
Four figures were standing in Brick and Blossom's room, who were pissed. Blossom glared at Butch and Buttercup. "Because you snuck out last night to that party!"
"AND BECAUSE YOU WERE BOTH FOUND DRUNK IN A DAMN ALLEYWAY!" Brick yelled.
Bubbles, who was relaxing in her room, poked her head in the room. "What's going on?"
Everybody turned to her, glaring fiercely. She laughed nervously. "Um uh… Never mind. Later!" She left.
"You're grounded for three weeks." The reds said in unison.
Butch and Buttercup huffed, crossing their arms. "I hate you." They both said.
Brick rolled his eyes. "No you don't. Now go clean the fucking house."
They groaned, walking lazily out the door. "I'm gonna clean our room." BC said, heading towards their room.
Butch sighed. "I'm gonna be cleaning the damn kitchen…"
-Twenty Minutes Later-
"BUTCH!"
Butch stumbled into their room. "What? I'm fucking busy here!"
Buttercup walked up to him and slapped him. "Ow… What the hell was that for?" He said, rubbing his cheek.
She planted her hands on her hips, huffing. "LOOK!" She yelled, grabbing Butch's face with one hand, and pointing at something on her neck. Butch gave her a confused look. "What?"
She huffed, and leaned towards him. "You gave me a…"
He thought for a moment, then his eyes grew wide. "I got you pregnant?!"
A slap was all he got. "No, you idiot!" She yelled. "You gave me a hickey!"
He rolled his eyes. "Buttercup, are you serious—"
Her cherry lips crashed into his, and he continued it by sitting her on his lap. Then the slap came. "You fucking bitch." She said, smiling.
She stood up, causing him to pout in disappointment. "Aww, BC, just a few more minutes?"
"Shut up, I'm thinking of something."
"Of what?"
She grinned mischievously. "Robin said she's having a party this night, and she invited us…"
They both grinned mischievously.
Me: You two never learn, do you? *Shakes head*
Butch & Buttercup: What's that supposed to mean? e.e
Blossom and Brick: You fucking idiots… *Facepalm*
Boomer and Bubbles: o.o…. Anyway, Izzy would like to thank you for reading!
Boomer: Review if you like potatoes!
Butch and Buttercup: REVIEW FOR POTATOES! *RAWRZ* ;O
Me: o_o *Cleats throat* Anyway… Stay tuned for the next chapter, folks! Oh, and I like potatoes. :D
~TheSugarPuffGirl