Ppg X Rbb One-shots

Chapter 4 Greens

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us. How we met and the sparks flew instantly. People would say they're the lucky ones. I used to know my place was the spot next to you. Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat. Cause lately I don't even know what page your on. Oh, a simple complication. Miscommunications lead to fall out. So many things that I wish you knew. So many walls up, I can't break through. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking. And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like its killing me? Yeah. And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate. When it all broke down and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

The first time Butch and Buttercup met outside of their constantly battling was at Princess Morebucks' party. Princess was crushing on Butch hard and Butch was using it to his advantage. Buttercup was forced to go to be "fun-loving" and a "good citizen" by her sister. She was getting punch when someone bumped into her.

"Oh I'm sor- on second thought I'm not sorry Butterbutt," Butch says with a smirk. Buttercup just smirks back.

"Right and I won't feel sorry when I punch you in the face," Buttercup shot back. Butch laughed and Buttercup joined. The sparks were flying as if these two were destined to be together. Princess saw it all from the corner of her eye, broke what she was holding and stormed off screaming.

Soon after, Butch and Buttercup were an item. Everyone knew it. They just went together so well. Butch was never far from Buttercup and Buttercup loved being in her spot beside Butch. Butch loved PDA but he didn't show it to much because he knew Buttercup didn't like it. Though he knew she'd always be by his die. Everyone always looked at them and muttered, "Look at them. They're the lucky ones."

But one fight ended that all. It was stupid. They fought over who was stronger and things just got blown out of proportion. Butch and Buttercup both know how to hold a grudge. Now Butch is the life of the party. Everyone loves him and Buttercup looks around for a place to fit in. She glances at Butch and sighs. Why couldn't they just talk? It was killing her and she regretted fighting with him. She wished she could tell him everything. How sorry she is, how wrong she was, how much she want him back. Now it looks like her love story is ended. Buttercup sighed at how much she sounded like Bubbles. Love fucking sucks.

Next chapter. How'd we end up this way? See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy. And you're doing your best to avoid me. I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us. How I was loosing my mind when I saw you here but you held your pride like you should have held me. Oh, I'm scared to see the ending. Why are we pretending this is nothing? I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how. I've never heard silence quite this loud. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking. And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like its killing me? I don't know what to say since a twist of fate. When it all broke down and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

It was that time of year again. Another party thrown by Princess. That meant everybody would be there, including him. Him being Butch. Just the thought of seeing Butch again made her pull at her clothes. She always wanted him to notice her again but she couldn't admit that to him. So instead she'd stop pulling at her clothes and try to appear busy. Dancing with her sisters, hanging out with Mitch, or something.

Butch always noticed Buttercup out of the corner of his eye. He always wanted to go and talk to her, win her over again but then he would prove her right. He'd be the one giving in. Buttercup would expect that and Butch wasn't ready to let her win yet. So instead of talking to her like he desperately wanted to, he avoided her as much as possible. Surrounding himself with his brothers, friends, hell even teachers. He always did his best to avoid Buttercup when she was around.

All the avoiding was driving Buttercup crazy. She knew Butch would be the one to hold his pride. So was she. Her pride stopped her from marching up to him, telling him what was on her mind, and apologizing to him. But her pride didn't stop her from wishing that instead of holding his pride, he would hold her in his arms the way he used to. Back when they weren't just Butch and Buttercup. They wereButch&Buttercup. Buttercup was slowly getting tired of pretending that this fight between them was nothing. She was dying to tell him how much she missed him. Buttercup just didn't know how to. The silence between them was growing and to both of them it was way to loud. Almost deafening.

Buttercup walked around the crowded party. She knew where Butch was. She was wishing she was with him. At least he would make her feel better about this stupid party. All of this party made her realize more how much Butch meant to her. Unfortunately, their little love story looked like it was ending. Instead of being all lovey dovey with Butch she was putting up with Princess' annoying teasing. Buttercup just wanted to show that whore who was boss and kick her ass. But she was dying inside to much to actually do that.

This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less. But I liked it better when you were on my side. The battle is in your hands now but I would lay my armor down if you'd say you rather love then fight. So many things that you wish I knew but the story of us might be ending soon. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking. And I'm dying to know is it killing you like its killing me. Yeah. I don't know what to say since a twist of fate. When it all broke down and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now. And we're not speaking and I'm dying to know is it killing you like its killing me. Yeah. I don't want know what to say since a twist of fate. Cause we are going down. And the story of us looks like a tragedy now. The end.

In the hallways at school, Butch just started pushing past Buttercup. Buttercup purposely tripped him. They were setting each other up to fail. Everyone knew they were have a contest. It was like a game to them. Hey let's see who can care less. Buttercup didn't like the contest. She hated it. If Butch would say hey I want us to be like we were, you know in that uh love thing again. She would instantly drop her fake distaste act for him instantly and crawl back into his arms.

Butch was dying to tell her that. He was wishing to tell her so much. How he missed her. How he loved her. How he wanted and need her. But both of them knew their love story would be ending soon. It just seemed like their little world was falling down around them and there was nothing they could do to stop it anymore. Neither of them would swallow their pride to go and talk to each other. And all of this awkwardness was killing them both. Their love story was more like a tragedy with a sad ending.