Don't leave me now (PPG X RRB / powerpuffgirls x rowdyruffboys)

Chapter 8

Buttercup had never seen something so chaotic before.

Upon walking into the dining hall, cafeteria, whatever, she caught 2 boys fighting.

2 very specific boys.

2 very specific rowdies.

A wide smirk displayed over her face, oh Bubbles was gonna love this.

Buttercup took out her phone, ready to get in on the action before an extended arm stopped her.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' She laughed, trying to push the arm away from her, but it remained in place.

'I think your sisters would do well without knowing about this.'

'I don't think so.' Buttercup glanced over at the red rowdy, took advantage of his guard being down and swooped under his arm, sprinting to the edge of the crowd.

Hand on shoulder, him again.

'What the fuck? I was gonna stay on good term with you but maybe not.' Buttercup said, sticking her tongue out playfully, hitting record on her phone, and holding it as steadily as she could, future videographer over here!

'I don't think Bubs would wanna know.'

'Don't call her that. You're not close.'

'Fine. Bubbles. She won't be happy.'

'Umm, heck yes she'll be.' Buttercup glanced over at Brick, giving him a look and raised her eyebrows.

She kept talking, 'Our Bubbles might not like a petty catfight but she loves her some lunch break fights.' After she said that, she shooed him away.

'I'm just saying, it's Boomer in there. And that's Butch.'

'What about it?' Buttercup asked, to her, no one knew about them. It was supposed to be a secret unless he blabbed.

'Don't you even remotely care about him?'

'Who?' Buttercup flinched, play the game right and he'll leave you be. And life will go on as it always did.

'The green one.'

Buttercup choked out a scoff. 'Why would I?' Buttercup muttered, narrowing her eyes, glancing up at Brick. The only reason she said it so quietly was just so that no one would hear them.

'Dunno. I thought you'd know yourself.'

'Who told you?'

'Oh for god's sake, everyone knows.'

'What?'

'Yeah.'

'And why would I care anyway. He probably had a good reason for telling, at least I hope so.'

Buttercup looked back through the screen of her phone, the faster this conversation went by, the quicker she could feel less pressured to talk about something she didn't want to talk about (at all).

'He didn't, everyone at school knows. We all see the looks you give him.'

'Like...wait what?'

'And those secret makeout sess-'

At this, Buttercup quickly stopped the recording, staring Brick straight in the face.

'Woah, you didn't have to go that much into depth.' She put her palms up in a defensive way.

'Anyway, I would've thought he meant more.'

'And so he does.'

Buttercup looked back at the fight that commenced and looked back down at the recording on her phone, making sure to no one would be able to hear the conversation.

'You're gonna put this video up aren't you?'

'Mhm.'

'What if he loses? Then it'll seem weirder.'

'As if he's gonna lose. And als-'

As the words left her mouth, both the crowd and the supernatural individuals stared wide-eyed at the loud SLAM that echoed through the hall.

(A/N: I very much like to believe Butch slammed Boomer on the floor. Whatever you wanna go with idk lol.)

'Shit.' Brick murmured.

'Now my time to stop you.' Buttercup pulled him back to his position. 'You should trust your brothers, they'll be fine.' She rolled her eyes, giving a reassuring smile.

'But-'

'No. Leave them.'

Buttercup tiptoed up to see what was going on.

She tapped her finger on her Brick's shoulder, nodding her head towards the situation now.

The green and blue rowdies were just laughing it out, Butch pulled Boomer up from the floor.

'See, nothing much.' Buttercup showed with her hand.

'I-O-ok. I was really worried for a second.' 

'Don't be. If you're gonna be worried, be worried for how you're gonna get your girl back.' Buttercup grinned, 'And me? Since everyone knows, might as well.' She skipped playfully through the crowd, the crowd parted, scared to get in her bad side.

'Umm, that was cool too Boomer, but not really cool when you got sla- you know what never mind, but the point is, I'm afraid Bubs would be a bit mad if I smooched you.' Buttercup whispered into Boomer's ear.

'Now, back to you.' Buttercup looked at her 'boyfriend' of some sort playfully and tugged him by the collar.

Lips went crashing onto each other and the crowd went fucking wild.

'That was so, so hot by the way.' Butch pecked her on the lips one last time and the pair were giggling.

Leaving Boomer, 'Guys. Guys. I'm here too.' Boomer cried, waving his hand in front of him, clearly disgusted by their form of 'love-making'.

Now, how were the blue and pink clueless puffs going to react to this?

Word goes by fast but who needs to talk when you have your phone?