Buttercup's Point of View (Friday)—
[A/N: BC only goes to Aeropostale for sweats. Don't want her to seem girly.]
"Buttercup, Buttercup! Blossom, Blossom! Are you guys gonna go to the football game tonight and see me?"
"Damn, Bubbles! Calm your ass down!"
"Hush, Buttercup. Yes, we're going, Bubbles."
Bubbles squealed in excitement before cartwheeling out of the living room. I swear that girl had so much energy, she must have been mainlining Red Bull.
Blossom sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she always does when she's frustrated. I glanced over at her and shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm gonna go get ready, Buttercup. When are you gonna go get dressed?" Blossom finally said, standing up from her spot on the couch. I gazed down at my black Aeropostale capri sweats and my green, white, and black Winchester Senior High hoodie. My hair was thrown up into a messy side ponytail with my jade green eyes just barely peeking out from beneath my side bangs that I had swept over my forehead. I had on my black and white checkerboard Converse with green shoelaces. I looked up at her lazily.
"I'm good to go. You just go get ready and hurry the hell up."
"Buttercup, you can't go to a football game like that!"
I set the remote down on the arm of the couch and lifted my feet from off of the glass table.
"I don't see why not."
She rolled her eyes and went to go get ready.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated on the table. I placed my bag of Cheeto's to the side and picked up my phone, gazing at the screen. It was a message from Butch.
'hey, BC! gotta go to the football game to watch boomer. Brick says so. sorry, I cant hang out with you tonight…'
I quickly typed a response.
'im gonna be there…gotta see the cheerleader girl in action apparently….blossom says so'
It was barely a minute later when he replied.
'great! Sit wit me, ok? Unless u wanna sit wit ur sisters. Or brick and me can sit wit u and blossom! Is that ok?'
'sure ill tell her.'
I set my phone down on the table and stretched out on the couch to watch reruns of Jersey Shore. It was almost an hour and a half before Bubbles and Blossom came down!
Bubbles was the first to hop down the stairs in her Winchester Senior High cheer uniform. Blossom came down after her in red and pink flats, light wash skinny jeans, and a pink halter-top with red polka dots. Her long, glossy auburn hair flowed down to her waist.
"Are you ready to go? Are you ready to go?" Bubbles asked eagerly as she hit a handstand in the middle of the kitchen.
"Yeah. Bubbles, what time are you supposed to be at the field?" Blossom inquired as she slicked on a cherry lip-gloss.
"Umm, 5:30. We should be going now."
I turned off the T.V. and flew out of the door after them. We landed a corner away from Winchester so no one would see us flying. We used our super speed to dash to the front of the school.
"So, umm, guys, I have to meet in the gym with all the other girls. What row are you gonna be in?" Bubbles asked, nervously tugging on her pigtails.
Blossom was about to answer when Brick walked up towards her.
"Hey, Blossom."
She turned around at the sound of his voice and groaned in slight aggravation.
"Hey Brick…"
"Oh, yeah. We're gonna sit with them, Bubbles. Just go to the gym, we'll see you," I concluded.
With one last wave, she turned to race towards the entrance.
"Buttercup!"
I turned around to see Butch in front of me.
"Hey!"
He swept me up into a quick hug before letting me go.
"Come on, we better go get a seat," Brick said, gesturing for us to follow. We trailed after him towards the football field and up the stands, finally finding a good row of seats. Brick sat down first, Blossom next to him, me next to her, and Butch to my side.
As Blossom and Brick began talking, Butch gently put his hand over my mind and lightly squeezed it.
"Do you like going to football games?" he asked, gazing at the field.
"Not really. I just come because Blossom makes me," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
Butch snorted a chuckle and smiled.
"Same with me! Brick says I should come to support Boomer."
I laughed quietly along with him for a moment.
"But, seriously, though! I hate loud, peppy events. This is one of those," I complained.
"I hate them, too. Cheerleaders are annoying as hell."
"Thank you! Finally, somebody agrees with me! I can't go anywhere in my own house without Bubbles cart wheeling and flipping everywhere!"
Blossom cut her eyes at me and shot an admonishing glare before turning back to her conversation.
After about ten minutes of discussing our animosity for football games, Butch gripped my shoulder and lowered his head.
"What the-"
"Look, BC," he whispered, nodding towards Brick and Blossom.
I turned towards my sister and smirked as I tuned in to their conversation. It went a little like this:
Blossom: Brick stop it! You're making me blush!
Brick: Don't pretend like you don't love it.
Blossom: *crosses her arms in defiance* I don't.
Brick: Tell me you don't want this. *Raises his shirt a bit*
Blossom: *blushing madly*
That was enough for me to see. I turned to Butch wide-eyed. He was watching their every move intently, as if he was watching porn or something.
"That's enough excitement for you, pervert. Let them tend to their grown folk business," I teased, snapping my fingers in front of his face.
"Oh, sorry," he replied, shaking his head.
"Is Brick always a freak like this?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah. But he's not trying to…you know…smash her or anything…he just flirts. He's still a virg-…you know…"
"Oh, okay."
I blinked a few times and shook the disturbing image from my mind when the fans in the stands began screaming and yelling.
Butch and I groaned in unison and slumped in our seats, while Blossom and Brick rose up a bit to see over the crowds.
"Look at Bubbles! She's on the sidelines!" Blossom exclaimed, waving her hands around frantically.
Butch and I rose up a bit and, of course, I saw Bubbles, jumping and springing into the air and waving her pompoms.
I sank into my seat and turned to Blossom.
"When can I leave?" I asked miserably.
"I thought you liked sports," Brick said.
"I love sports. But I'd rather watch them on T.V. so I'll have a less likely chance of having my eardrums blown the fuck out."
Butch snorted a laugh, clutching his stomach. Brick cut his eyes at him and Butch stopped.
Blossom and Brick sighed in unison, pinching the bridge of their nose. Brick was basically Blossom with balls.
"You can leave after Bubbles performs her routine," Blossom seethed through clenched teeth.
I angrily sank back into my seat and glared at the field. Butch gingerly placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a sympathetic look.
I wasn't interested in the game at all. I didn't even bother to keep score or even yell every time WSH got a touchdown.
I practically fell asleep just before Bubbles' performance. As much as I would hate to admit it, our cheerleaders were pretty awesome. Their tricks, I mean. I was secretly eager to see what routine they had planned out.
Are you ready for the challenge?
Are you ready to be stopped?
We're the mighty Gators,
and we're reaching for the top!
Just as the chant was completed, Bubbles back flipped into the arms of three other girls and they shot her up to the sky, never letting go. As soon as their arms were fully extended above their heads, Bubbles lifted her leg over her shoulder and put her free hand through her leg. It sort of resembled a bow and arrow.
Then, the music mix began. The girls who had Bubbles in their hands, which Bubbles told me was her stunt group, bent down low and extended their knees, sending Bubbles skyrocketing towards the sky. She hit a toe-touch, then an inverted pike, and finally a back tuck before spiraling down. Her stunt group caught her momentarily then shot her back up in to the sky, this time not letting go. She hit a high V before they tossed her up and caught her. After an intricate dance and amazing stunting sequence, Bubbles and her squad cleared off of the field. I nudged Blossom with my foot.
"Can I-"
"Just go, Buttercup! Go!" Blossom cried in agitation as she waved me off. Smirking, I grabbed Butch by the hand and led him through the crowd of people and towards the front of the school.
"Where are we going?" Butch asked, grinning like a goof.
"I don't know. Just outta here!"
"Let's go to my house. I have the house key," he suggested.
I happily agreed, relieved that I wouldn't have to sit any longer through that football game. Don't get me wrong; I love sports and all, I just don't like going to live high school games.
We flew towards his house, me following behind him eagerly. When we arrived in front of the door, he pressed the key into the keyhole and turned it with a quick flick of his wrist. I stepped into the house behind him as he cut on the lights.
"So what do you wanna do?" he asked, closing the door and locking it behind us.
"Wanna play some video games or something?" I asked.
"Sure."
He led me upstairs to his room and turned the lights on, revealing a room filled with green and black decorations. I gazed at the comic books and video games strewn over the carpeted floor, then to the green, gray, and black bedspread. This was my kind of room.
"What game you wanna play?"
"I dunno…"
"Oh."
I plopped down on the emerald green beanbag and sighed. Butch turned on his iPod stereo system before sitting back down.
"That's a pretty cool set you got there…what song are you playing?" I asked, my eyes sparkling with avid interest.
"Thanks. And I put it on shuffle, so I dunno."
I shrugged and popped in the nearest video game I could find. As the Mario Bros. main menu lit up on the screen, a song began to play. As soon as the melody began to get louder, Butch's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"I, uhh, I th-think I should…umm…change th-that…" he mumbled, his cheeks growing rosy.
He began to get up, but I placed my hand on his and gently forced him back down. Goosebumps rose on his skin at my touch.
"No, I never heard this song before. Let it play," I insisted.
He sighed nervously and twiddled his thumbs. I listened to the lyrics intently.
[…In My Head by Jason Derulo…]
Everybody's looking for love, oh
Ain't that the reason you're at this club? Oh
You ain't go find it dancing with him, no
I got a better solution for you girl
Just leave with me now, say the words and we'll go
I'll be your teacher; I'll show you the ropes
You'll see a side of love you've never known
I can see it going down, going down
In my head
I see you all over me
In my head
You fulfill my fantasy
In my head
You'll be screaming out
In my head
It's going down
In my head
It's going down
In my head
"Buttercup, I'm gonna change this now…" Butch spoke eagerly as he rose from his seat.
"No, Butch…what did that song mean?"
I swear I could hear him gulp.
Butch's Point of View—
I hated this feeling. I really did. Why did she have to do this to me?
She cocked her head to the side curiously and gazed at me, the inquisitive glint in her eyes unwavering, studying my expression. I sank down deeper into my beanbag and twiddled my thumbs as my palms moistened with perspiration. Was it getting hot in here? Or was it just me?
"Butch? Why are you sweaty? Are you nervous? You never told me about the song," Buttercup reminded, crawling over to me.
Stop Buttercup. Don't come nearer…please.
"Tell me, Butch! I'll keep it a damn secret! Don't make me tackle you…" she admonished playfully, inching closer towards me.
I swallowed the dry lump in my throat and glanced up at her.
"I can't tell you, BC."
She gazed at me intrusively and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Okay, Butch, I warned you…"
And with that, she slammed me to the ground and crawled on top of me.
Oh…Buttercup…stop….
I know she didn't do this to me intentionally. Buttercup was too shy about boys, but she was comfortable around me. She thought nothing but friendliness of affection. Unless…
What is that? I glanced down. Buttercup's knee was gently pressed in between my legs. Obviously she had not noticed, but I sure as hell did. This felt so wrong but oh so right.
I accidentally let out a low groan of pleasure as her knee drove a bit deeper. I opened my eyes quickly, fearfully, and gazed up at her. She hadn't noticed, or she thought nothing of it.
I take it back…don't stop…don't stop…please…
"Tell me, Bitch! I mean…" she laughed hysterically for a moment, her body vibrating with every giggle. And I felt every throb. Every pulse. This was bad. Very bad. The animal inside of me was beginning to prevail…
But I am your bitch, Buttercup. Oh, yes! Butch Jojo at your service, ma'am!
"Bite me…" I muttered accidentally. My eyes flew open in shock.
She simply chuckled jokingly. She thought this was normal behavior?
"Are you a Twilight fan all of a sudden now?" she asked jokingly. Then, her face formed into a stern look of accusation.
"Tell me what that song means, Butch!"
I sighed and began to explain. When I was done, her cheeks were a coral pink.
"So, that's why you were so nervous?" she asked curiously.
I nodded in reply.
Suddenly, her face lit up with surprise.
"What the hell is this?" she asked. She glanced down, and then quickly looked back up, her cheeks flushed.
"Oh…"
Dammit!
The bulge in my pants rose up towards her thigh and gently pressed against it.
"Buttercup, get off of me!" I cried, shoving her to the side. She sat up, startled, as I groaned in aggravation at the sudden loss of friction.
I made a mistake…I made a mistake…I made a mistake…Please forgive me, Buttercup…. So sorry…
She smiled at me as if nothing happened. She still thought all guy-girl friendships went through this awkwardness.
I gazed over at her longingly. So beautiful. Just so, so beautiful.
But she'd never understand.
Author's Note: Sorry that this chapter had so much sexual tension. 0.o
Or do you freak-a-deaks want more of it? ;]
Cause I can make it happen! :D
Kidding :O
Well...
Never mind. :D