Townsville High
~Slight spoiler; I'm introducing a new character to the group in this chapter, not really new but you'll see. Enjoy!~
Chapter 27 - I want you but you need me.
Last Chapter - Blossom and Brick had a romantic anniversary. Maxine and Brody struggled with living together, and she finally forgave Bubbles. &Butch admitted his feelings for Buttercup.
Previously;
"You're fucking crazy!" Buttercup slammed her bedroom door shut. She fell with her back against the door as the loud music pierced her ears. Her eyes darted to the spot of the door beside her, and she felt herself drag herself off of the door. She spun around and opened the door.
Butch was still standing there. His eyes fixed on hers and his expression was soft. Buttercup tilted her head and frowned at him. Seconds of standing perfectly still and saying nothing passed, and Butch decided to take action. He moved forward and seized her lips. Buttercup arms wrapped around his neck and they moved backwards as they kissed.
Her body slammed against the wall, but she didn't feel any pain. The only thing she could feel was his soft lips moving in sync with hers. She felt free. He felt alive. The music was pulsating throughout the room, and suddenly every lyric was about them. Buttercup's body slammed against his as she spun them around and thrashed him against the wall, taking full control.
She found it a great stress release, being able to throw him against a wall without expecting him to fight back. Butch couldn't feel even the slightest amount of pain or distress. He was too happy to feel any negative emotions right now.
Buttercup pulled away and looked him in the eye. There was only a second of pure silence before the trashed at each other again. She pulled him by the shirt and dragged him away from the wall only to throw him back against it. It felt good to get the anger out in a way where she knew she was always in control, and he wouldn't be fighting back any time soon. Still, she felt herself getting less aggressive as her happiness took over.
He was kissing her, and for once, she didn't mind.
Buttercup POV
Some people say that the morning after is better than the night itself. Last night, Butch told me just how much he cared about me. How much he liked me. How much he wanted and needed me. I didn't say it back, I just took control and returned the kiss, the many kisses.
We talked most of the night, then we both fell asleep. Although I didn't tell him that I had doubts about returning his feelings. I couldn't tell him that, it would ruin the whole night. I've said it once and I will say it again, I don't want a relationship. Somehow I have a feeling that Butch does, and that scares me more than the thought of love itself.
My eyes shot over to Butch, who was still sleeping. I have to wake him up soon. We have school in an hour. Is it weird that I think it will be awkward? No guy has ever sat for hours and talked to me about how much he cared about me. I didn't know how to respond to him, so I just nodded at everything he had to say.
He's an amazing guy, the only guy that's actually looked after me, and he's the only guy that I feel comfortable showing emotion to. What if I'm not enough for him? He expects so much from me, for us, but I don't expect anything. I'm not the kind of girl that wakes up after a night like that and confesses her undying love. I don't love him. I don't love, full stop.
I remember last night, one moment that made me wonder..
Flashback;
Buttercup tore her lips away from his and looked away. She felt his eyes burning through her, wondering what she was thinking and feeling. She looked at him, her eyes were unblinking and confused. Of all people, Buttercup Utonium was in this moment, kissing her best friend and ex worst enemy.
"You okay?" He asked, worried. Buttercup swallowed, trying to think of what to say. She took Butch's hand in hers and began to lead him over to the bed. She sat down and he sat beside her.
"I don't do this a lot." She admitted. "I don't fucking know what you expect to come out of this."
Butch's eyebrow raised. "What I wanted to come out of this was for you to know how much I care about you. We've both changed a lot in these months that we've been hanging out. I started to care about you more than I should."
"I care about you too. You're my best friend, Butch." Buttercup said. Butch's face fell, he was sick of hearing the words 'Best friend' coming from her. He wanted more, but he knew she didn't, or maybe she did? After all, she did kiss back.
"Why are you so freaked out about the idea of me and you? Brick's the one with commitment issues, not you." Butch pointed out, making Buttercup roll her eyes.
"Brick doesn't have a love issue." Buttercup said seriously. "I don't believe in it, I thought I did, but I don't change my mind so easily as it turns out. I can't give you what you want."
Butch shook his head. "No, but you can give me what I need. You."
Buttercup felt herself tense, and a sensation of butterflies as he spoke to her in such a way she had never been spoken to before. He didn't just want her, he needed her. Buttercup wanted to feel needed. She stopped thinking, she just lived for the moment, something that Butch had taught her to do.
She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for their third kiss of the night.
He needs me.
I want him.
Sound's fucked up, right? I didn't believe that I want him, but I do. For the past few months, I always hit him when he made jokes about kissing me or called me hot, but inside it just felt good to be wanted. Maybe I don't want a relationship, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't give it a try. I always fucking give up before I try.
My thoughts were interrupted as I felt Butch move beside me. He was slowly waking up, but I didn't want him to. I didn't want the moment of pure silence to end. I guess it has to, right? All good moments end. His eyes weren't opening, so I decided to give him five more minutes before I woke him up for school.
I lay closer to him and put my head near his chest, my eyes avoided him. You have no idea how good it felt to be next to him now. We sleep in this bed all the time, best friends never need to feel awkward about it, but it was different this time. I didn't have to stay on one end of the bed, I could be as close to him as I wanted.
His breathing got sharper. He's awake, and I'm about to have the talk that will make or break this moment. I didn't want it to end, just being here and lying with him, but as I said, all good moment have to end.
"Morning, crazy girl." His voice is sleepy, but he sounds happier than most mornings. I break away from his chest and meet his eyes. He's not smiling but his eyes are showing all of the glee he had.
"Hey." Damn, this really is awkward. "So, um..how did you sleep?"
Butch smiled. "Better with you next to me."
I tried not to, but I smiled too. It's strange to hear. Most of my ex boyfriends wouldn't say something so sweet, they would just say 'Morning.' and walk out. Butch wasn't like that, even though considering who he is, I figured he would be like that.
"We have school in fourty minutes." I spoke quietly, still not wanting to leave the bed.
Butch smirked. "We can be late." With that said, he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I lay on his chest and kissed him back with an equal amount of passion. I'm sick of thinking. Thinking about what could go wrong and how this is bad for me. I just want to be happy, and he makes me happy.
"Last night was amazing." I was starting to lose count on how many times he had said that. He told me how amazing it was to finally admit his feelings over and over last night. Somehow I felt like it meant more to him than me, then again, I didn't admit to any feelings. He did.
I nodded. "Yeah, it was."
Butch smiled at me before dragging himself out of the bed. He grabbed the outfit he had picked out for school out of his dark green school bag and walked over to the bathroom to shower. He didn't even ask anymore, he practically lived here. He stayed here a lot recently.
As soon as my feet hit the floor and I was out of bed, I shivered at the coldness. It was so much warmer when I was in bed, cuddled up with Butch. He gets freakishly warm at night, I hadn't realised before because we never dared invade each other's space in the bed before the other night.
Quickly, I changed into lime green shorts and a black shirt. My hand reached back into the bed and grabbed Butch's black hoodie. I stuck it on, knowing he wouldn't mind. I heard the shower turn on, and decided to go downstairs and get coffee.
I wandered into the kitchen and turned the kettle on. After a few moments, I had made two cups of coffee. I knew exactly how Butch took his coffee; white, four sugars. If you think him having all that sugar is weird, you should see how many I have. Let's just say it's between five and seven.
I set the coffee's down on the table in the living room and sat down. As I sipped my burning hot coffee, I found another memory from the other night come to mind..
Flashback;
Butch and Buttercup lay on the floor. They had just talked for an hour straight, which led to another fight, another make up, another break up, then another kiss. It was tearing them both apart that they couldn't just talk normally without fighting. It was like they were best friends, lovers and enemy's all in one.
First they screamed, then they cried out, then they kissed, then they screamed again, then they couldn't see life without each other. Nothing was definite. Everything was a battle.
Buttercup turned her head. Butch was lying on the floor by her side, but they weren't right beside each other. They were far apart, but desperately wanting to inch closer.
"Why do we always fight?" Buttercup asked. Butch turned his head to look at her, and his expression went soft. She looked genuinely frustrated in the fact that they couldn't just have a happy moment, they always ended in an argument.
"We're too much alike." He replied and looked back up at the ceiling. "I like to fight, you like to fight. It just seems to make sense that we fight with each other all the time."
Buttercup frowned, still looking at him. "I know, but I don't want that. How can we be friends or whatever we are if we don't like each other all the time."
Butch's face remained blank. "We'll try and make it work. I want to fight for us, not with you."
They both looked at each other before their gaze went back to the ceiling. Buttercup's hand reached over and she felt Butch's overcome it. They lay there, hand in hand, not knowing what to say anymore.
Love is a battle, but they didn't love each other. It was just a never ending battle.
I sighed deeply at the memory. See, our friendship/relation is a battle. It's love/hate, and it's never ending. How can I be in a relationship with him? We're barley good at being best friends. I want him. I don't want to want him, and I'll never want to love him, but I want him.
A part of me wants to let go of the past, where my ex boyfriends have made me scared to trust someone enough to be with them. I want to be in a relationship, with Butch Jojo of all people. How fucked up is that? It's a joke. It's all a fucking joke. He needs me, I want him. What a waste of time.
"You made coffee, you might just be the perfect girl." I looked over to the stairs to see Butch smirking. He was fully dressed in black jeans and a green shirt. He looked nice. I rolled my eyes as he walked over and sat on the other couch.
I reached into the pocket of my shorts and grabbed a packet of cigarettes out.
Stop that. No judging me. Old habits die hard. I can't stop thinking, Butch and me wont work. I need something to stop that fucking feeling, I need to take the stress away. How can you blame that? Most people do it.
Butch watched as I lit up a cigarette and turned on the television. My eyes met his, and he didn't look like he was judging me. He wasn't, he couldn't, he smokes too. Although Butch knows me far too well, and he knew something was up.
"What's wrong?" He asked me, I didn't reply. "What you thinking about?" Damn him. He knows that I smoke when I think bad thoughts. Sometimes I hate how he knows me so well, it pisses me off.
I looked at the TV. "You wouldn't want to know." I glanced back at him before taking a painfully long drag. Butch smirked. Dang, he looks hot when he smirks. Wait, forget I said that.
"Try me."
I narrowed my eyes. "I'm thinking that two people that bond over punches can't be in a relationship. We can't be together if this is what it will be like every day." Butch stood up and walked over to me. He sat down beside me and his face grew serious.
"Don't think like that, crazy girl. I want to be with you, and you want to be with me. That's it said and done. You know, most girls would be happy to be in a relationship with Butch Jojo." He's such an idiot. Talking in third person is not attractive.
"I'm not like mo-"
"Most girls, yeah, I know." He interrupted me. "That's why I like you, Sunshine."
My eyes fixed on his, and suddenly I felt more wanted than ever before. My eyes narrowed. I didn't know what to say, or how to think anymore. Why can't this just be easy?
"I'll think about it."
Butch grinned.
Normal POV
"You're the worst person to live with!"
"Well, you're the worst person to have a normal conversation with!"
"I hate you!"
"I hate you more!"
Boomer watched in amusement, as did half of the school, as Maxine and Brody argued by their lockers. Bubbles had told him that they weren't getting along lately, but Boomer didn't expect it to be this bad. He watched as Brody and Maxine stormed off, walking in different directions.
If this was how living with someone was, he never wanted to live with Bubbles. Brody was turning Maxine crazy by making her do everything, and Brody was mad at Maxine for complaining about every little thing he does. Who would have guess them living together wouldn't work? Oh yeah, everyone.
Boomer turned back to his locker and searched around for his Art book. He had art next, with Bubbles, luckily. He didn't enjoy watching Blossom and Brick being all cute the other night when he didn't have Bubbles to keep him company. His prayers were answered when he closed his locker, and there she was.
He smiled at her. "Hey, angel."
"Angel?" Bubbles raised her eyebrow and smiled.
"It's a new nick-name I'm trying out." He smirked and chuckled. In one hand he held his book, and the other fell at his side. Bubbles took it in hers and they began to walk to class. Boomer felt happy to be near her. He was always happier when she was around.
"I saw the show." Bubbles said. "Max and Brody better not break up over this, they're the perfect couple."
Boomer smiled. "First of all, they won't break up, they love each other. Second, we're the perfect couple." Bubbles laughed and agreed with him. Most of the group did find them the best couple, they had been so close to being together so many times, then it finally happened and only one word could describe it; perfect.
Their blissful moment was interrupted when they stopped in front of Tyler, who for the first time this week, wasn't chatting up some random girl. Bubbles smiled awkwardly at him, unsure of what to do.
"Hey, man." Boomer grinned at Tyler. He was so happy to be his best friend again. Tyler smiled at him and turned to Bubbles, who was looking away and had removed her hand from Boomer's.
"Bubbles, can I talk to you?" Tyler asked.
"Sure."
Boomer turned to Bubbles. "I'll see you in class." She nodded at Boomer. He walked on to his first class of the day. Bubbles turned to Tyler and stood still, awaiting the conversation she had been so nervous about. The first conversation since the break up.
"Listen, I'm sorry, I know what I di-"
"Please, just let me say this." Tyler interrupted her. Bubbles swallowed and agreed with a nod. Tyler look a deep breath and looked away, his eyes fixed on the wall they were standing beside.
He looked back at her. "I'll always love you, some part of me anyway. I was just upset because I never got the chance to say it to you before we broke up. Before we started dating, you were a really great friend, and I miss it. You changed me in ways I never would have thought, and it made everyone appreciate me more because of it. So, thanks."
Bubbles smiled. "Don't thank me. That person had always been there, you just needed to stop hiding behind the egotistical player you used to be. For what it's worth, I might not have been in love with you, but I do love you. You were the first person that made me feel back at home here, so thank you for that."
Without another word, Tyler pulled her in for a long hug. She hugged him back and smiled as her head lay on his shoulder. She couldn't contain the happiness any more, and she couldn't stop smiling.
"I hope everything works out with you and Boomer." Tyler broke the hug. "He deserves to be happy. Both of you do."
Bubbles nodded. "Yeah. You deserve to be happy too, and you will. I know that one day you'll meet a girl that'll turn you back into that guy that knew how to love. You're not a player, so just wait for that person, and don't go back to being a player ever again."
Tyler nodded.
Forgiveness is something that some people can't obtain or give, but sometimes when you're such great friends, forgiveness is the easiest thing in the world. Bubbles would never get over the fact that she cheated on him. Tyler would never get over giving his heart to someone only have it broken, but forgiveness was a start.
The gang were in one of the only classes they all have together, Social Studies. Mr Briggs remained quiet as the class had just started and everyone was taking their seats. Buttercup took this opportunity to swap seats with Brody and sit beside Butch.
Brody didn't ask why, he just assumed she wanted to sit beside her best friend. No one was yet aware of their magical night, exactly how Buttercup wanted it. She would rather discuss their relationship before telling people they have one, as they might not.
Mr Briggs finally started the class. "Okay, guys. Before we get started, we have a new student with us. I'd like you all to meet-"
"Sky!" Blossom grinned as the blue haired girl stood at the door way. Bubbles and Buttercup shot their heads to the door and saw their ex best friend smiling at them. Skylar looked happy to see that Bubbles was alive and well. Brick glanced at the girl, he had heard many stories and was aware that Blossom stayed with her during her run.
"Hi, Utonium." Skylar smirked happily.
"Well, seen as you know Blossom, take a seat beside her." Mr Briggs spoke. Skylar nodded and walked over to Blossom and her group. She sat down beside Blossom and hugged her. Bubbles, who was sitting in front of Blossom and Skylar, turned to them. Buttercup, who was beside them, hugged Skylar.
"What are you doing here, dude?" Buttercup asked.
Skylar smiled. "My parents decided to move here. I'm kinda glad, Citysville was boring without my favorite girls."
Boomer glanced at her and raised his eyebrow. She looked so much like Bubbles, aside from the bright blue straight hair. She also dressed like the blonde. She was wearing a baby blue sun dress and dark blue heels. He wondered if she acted like Bubbles too, because if she did, he knew she would be an amazing person.
"I'm glad you're here." Blossom said.
Skylar's smile grew. "I'm glad to be here."
"We should totally go on a date." Butch.
Buttercup rolled her eyes and continued walking. He followed her, talking about dates and such, making Buttercup feel dizzy. He hadn't stopped talking since they left the house, Buttercup was officially getting sick of his voice. She stopped in her tracks and glared at Butch.
"I don't go on dates." She continued walking. "I'm Buttercup freaking Utoinum."
Butch followed her again. Today it seemed he wasn't taking no for an answer, but then again, she hadn't said no yet. He walked in front of her, forcing her to stop with an annoyed expression plastered over her face.
"I don't either, but there's a first for everything." He smirked. Buttercup didn't look amused, but the look on her face made Butch chuckle. He knew it would be hard to get Buttercup to date him. He also knew he wouldn't stop trying though.
Buttercup sighed. "Can you stop talking so loud, someone might hear us."
"Embarrassed to be seen with me?" He smirked again.
"Yes, but that's not the point. I don't want people knowing about us until we know if there is an 'us', okay?" She asked, her face remaining blank. Butch thought about it for a few seconds before smiling at her.
"Okay, fine. No talking about it in school, but for the record, we will be talking about this." Butch said seriously, although it was hard to take Butch seriously. Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"Can't wait." She smiled sarcastically.
"What you drawing?" Bubbles sneaked up behind Boomer, but he covered his paper. He turned around and smiled at her, pulled her in by the waist. They were in art class, and Bubbles had already finished the painting that had taken her 4 classes to do. Boomer was secretive about his.
The class project was to pick a certain emotion and draw what reminds you of that emotion. Bubbles picked happiness, so she drew the moment when she was in Maxine's house for girls night, and Buttercup had told her not to change the movie because Bubbles wanted to watch it. She drew the moment that she realised how much her sister appreciated her.
"It's a secret. I'm almost finished, so I'll show you at the end of the class." Boomer said with a grin. Bubbles crooked a smile and raised a brow, intrigued in what he had drawn.
She shrugged and gave him a quick kiss before walking back over to her desk. Maxine was there. She was brilliant at art, so she joined the class. Bubbles was so happy to have Maxine back in her life. She still didn't feel like she deserved forgiveness, but she was planning on making it up to her.
"Boomer's so nice to you. I'm jealous." Maxine rolled her eyes in sarcasm as Bubbles sat down beside her. Bubbles laughed and glanced at Boomer, who was drawing again. Bubbles turned back to Maxine and smiled.
"You and Brody are just hitting a rough patch. It happened to Blossom and Brick, and now they're an even better couple from it." Bubbles said in a comforting way.
"That's true." Maxine shrugged. "I just don't think I'll be able to fix it this time."
Bubbles frowned. "Brody loves you, that's all you need." Maxine smiled.
Maxine and Bubbles talked for the rest of the class, until finally it was a minute till the end of class. Bubbles excused herself and walked back over to Boomer, who was finally done with his project. It had taken him a while, but we finally compleated it.
"Show me." Bubbles said impatiently.
Boomer chuckled. "Okay. I chose the emotion love, so this is what I drew."
Bubbles looked at his easel and her mouth hung open. It was her. Bubbles was not only his inspiration but she was his definition of love. In the painting, Bubbles looked stunning. Her hair was straight, she had worn it straight once and Boomer told her to do it more because she looked amazing. Bubbles looked at him and grinned before kissing him twice on the lips.
"It's so beautiful." She said in surprise. She was surprised at the fact he had drawn her, not about how good it was. Bubbles always knew how much talent he had. Although she recently found out how he done art, she knew he would be great at it.
"I draw what I see." He said sweetly.
Bubbles smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him tightly. She was so touched and happy in this moment. There was only one thing to say to make this moment more perfect, and she was excited to say it.
"I love you, Boomer."
Boomer grinned widely. "That's the first time you've said that."
"Yeah, and it won't be the last." She pulled him in for a long and sweet kiss. Bubbles eyes shut tight. She felt his arms snake around her waist and pull her up in the air slightly. She giggled as she spun her twice and set her back down. Bubbles leaned her forehead against his and smiled at him.
"I love you..Oh, it feels amazing saying that." Bubbles giggled.
Boomer nodded and caressed her cheek. "It feels amazing hearing it."
Blossom, Buttercup, Bubbles and Sky were sitting outside on the usual bench. It was lunch time, and they decided to take this hour to catch up with their ex best friend. They had talked about a lot, like their many old friends at their old school. Sky had been sketchy about a few of them, but the girls simply shrugged it off.
"So, your new friends seem great." Sky beamed.
"Yeah, they are." Bubbles said. Sky took a moment to look at Bubbles. From the look of it, this girl that was once her closest and more trusted friend, had changed so much. She was more in tune with herself. I guess almost dying would force you to grow up.
"Who's the new kid?" The girls looked at and saw Tyler, with Butch by his side. Bubbles smiled at Tyler, glad that they had worked everything out and he could just come up and talk to her now. Tyler glanced at Sky with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm Skylar." She smirked. "Call me Sky or I'll kill you."
Tyler smirked back. "I'm Tyler-Jay, call me Ty or I'll kill you first."
Buttercup and Butch glanced at each other. It was like looking at themselves before they changed so drastically. This was how they used to be. Smirking at each other and threatening one another. By the looks of it, there's a new Butch and Buttercup in town. This can't be good.
Sky narrowed her eyes at the brunette boy. "I already dislike you."
With that said, she walked away. Tyler furrowed his brows and glared at Sky as she walked away from the group. Bubbles and Butch laughed hysterically while Buttercup smirked at Tyler's embarrassed expression. No girl ever said something like that to Tyler, most of the girls just swooned over him.
"She's mean." Tyler pouted and crossed his arms.
"You haven't seen the half of it." Buttercup laughed.
School was over, and Brody was just excited to get home to Maxine and relax. He wandered into the bedroom, expecting her to be sleeping after a long day. She wasn't in the bedroom. Brody raised his eyebrow and walked over to their bed. He picked up his phone to text her.
Just as he saw his phone, he saw something lying on his pillow. It was a note by the looks of it. Brody furrowed his brows curiously and picked up the note before reading it carefully.
Brody,
I love you..but I can't do this anymore. Living together is tearing us apart and I don't want us to end. I know how excited you were to be living with me, but I can't pretend that this isn't going to break us. I'm sorry.
Maxine xoxo
His eyes grew wide as the letter slipped from his hands and onto the floor. He choked out a gasp before slowly sitting on their bed, which was now just his bed again. Brody frowned as he ran both his hands through his hair. He got back up and walked over to the wardrobe.
He opened it to find it empty. She was really gone, and he was all alone..again.
This day had affected a lot of people. Buttercup realised her true feelings for Butch, but wasn't sure how to handle it. Tyler forgave Bubbles and found a girl that seemed to hate him already. Bubbles declared her love..and more importantly, the girls got their best friend back.
The girls were excited to have such an amazing friend back in their life. Someone that was confident and caring, and someone who always knew exactly what to say. Although one thing the girls didn't know yet..
Was that Skylar Anderson was in town with a secret.
Woooo! Big chapter! So, if you liked this one, you're all going to LOVE the next one! Keep your eyes open!
Do me a favour and tell me what you think of Skylar? I don't know if I want to keep her as a main character, and your opinions will help:)
Next Chapter - Butch and Buttercup talk about their relationship. Brody and Maxine hit a rough patch. Tyler continues to receive hate from Sky. &Blossom gets an F..which she doesn't take well.
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Allie Peirce
