Butterfly Chapter 9

(Buttercup's P.O.V.)

My green eyes scanned the crowd quickly. The Reds, Blues, and Butch and I all had entered the mansion. I was making sure Princess wasn't anywhere near us, especially since I just know I'll puke the next time I see her face.

I was so caught up in Princess Blah's ugliness I only barely caught Blossom's hand signal. Bubbles and I knew it well, Blossom use to use it all the time when we were still fighting crime, and she still does. Both of her pointer fingers and thumb came together to form a B, then a C. That meant she was assigning me my roll.

Like I didn't already know it.

Then her pointer finger made a circle over the whole crowd, that meant I had to make sure Princess Puffy Hair didn't come by us. I did have the most piercingly sharp eyes. Why'd you think everyone was so scared of my glare?

Although I couldn't help but feel disappointed that I wouldn't get a chance to land at least one punch on that witch.

Then she formed another B, but then a U came after it. She waved her hand as if shooing someone off. She was telling Bubbles to scare off Princess Of Ugly if she did, unfortunately, get near us.

Blossom would be back-up. Neither of the boys noticed, and I pretended to fix my bandana as I scanned the crowd once again. So far, no Puke Princess.

"You want to go to the fair outside?" Butch asked, wrapping both arms around my waist from behind. I have GOT to get used to him doing that, I thought as I leaned back on his chest. Cause if I don't next thing I know, my boyfriends punched through the wall for kissing my cheek trying to surprise me. I do not want that to happen again.

"Sure" I nodded as he took my hand and we flew to the door leading to the backyard. It was a big backyard.

My eyes pretty much popped out when I saw how awesome this snobby girl had it! My sisters and I looked poor compared to this chick! She had Ferris wheels, trampolines, rollercoaster's, carnival booths, EVERYTHING!

"Don't drool," Butch laughed as he watched me. Who did this guy think he is? I smacked him across his head just to remind him who had the power in this relationship. He sneered. This time I'll let it slide.

"How can you not be amazed by all this stuff?" I asked in wonder. He shrugged.

"Like I said, the psychos obsessed with us, I never said we didn't take advantage of it." He smirked at me teasingly. I scoffed.

"Guys."

"So, watcha wanna do, Butterfly?" he asked, nuzzling my neck. I thought for a moment.

"Tell me more." I sat down on his lap as he rested on a near-by bench.

Just like that he understood me. He quickly started to talk about himself.

"Well, I don't know if you know this but, me and my brothers are a group," he bragged. At the confused look on my face, he explained ", we call ourselves the Rowdyruff Boys. Don't ask why. Anyway, we're feared when we're angry, we're adored by all girls, even some guys. Intensely popular with boys, and a lot of other things I'm too lazy to say." He smiled as he lifted me and himself up from the bench and stood.

"Wow. Impressive." I yawned bored. He looked at me with his mouth dropped opened.

I laughed so hard I thought my stomach would never stop hurting! "I was joking!" I laughed again. He smirked and let out a chuckle that faded out quickly.

He snaked his arm around my waist possessively and glared at a group of guys walking by. You could certainly tell I caught their eyes.

One even let out a low whistle. BIG mistake.

(Butch's P.O.V.)

He did NOT just whistle at MY girlfriend.

I quickly released Butterfly's waist and roughly grabbed the back of the pervert's shirt and pulled him so he was real close to my face. I knew I was more intimidating this way.

"I'll kill you." I growled. He was shaken up, but tried to hide it. If he wanted me to spare him, he definitely wasn't doing anything about it. He leaned to the side to see Butterfly. He must have really wanted me to rip his head off.

"Well don't you have an over-protective boyfriend?" he smirked.

That did it.

I punched him. Hard. His bottom lip was bleeding and I relished in the joy of fighting. I kneed his gut and dodged a well-aimed punch. As he bent over I punched him, his friends had left after seeing I was a Rowdyruff Boy. This kid had to be from another town or something.

I could definitely tell Butterfly was a bit more than mad about that last comment, and that just added to the pain in my punches. As I felt the anger slowly melt out of me, I stopped punching and he whimpered. The baby. I didn't even punch him that hard!

Butterfly was by my side in an instant. I love having my girlfriend as my equal. She gently grabbed my chin with her dainty hand and moved my head to see for any bruises or cuts. Of course I had none. She nodded to herself and barely glanced at the idiot on the floor, I didn't leave him that bad, he had a cut lip and bruised cheek, everywhere else just hurt. Nothing was broken either.

"Your okay right?" she said, leaning up to kiss my cheek.

"Yup," I answered, grabbing her hand and leading her to enter the pie eating contest going on a couple of booths away.

I am SOOO sorry about my lat update! I was suffering from writers block (curse it)! By the way, I picture Princess's backyard as like a huge carnival or fair in this okay? I was actually planning to put them in a fair like thing for awhile now, so why not here? :] I feel so greatful to all my reviewers and followers! Sooo...ya.

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