Heated (Butchercup PPGXRRB)

-Chapter 12-

'What?' Her fiancé and Buttercup shouted at the same time, her fiancé was now even more enraged. He was now looking through the kitchen cupboards for something.

'Stop this, you don't need to look out for me. I'm fine, and I have been for the past years after I graduated school. I don't your help, I've never needed your help, I've only been trying to live my very normal life, thank you. Don't try and play 'hero' with me. I don't need you and I don't need anyone at all. I want to marry my fiancee, live my own life and make my own decisions. '

'Buttercup, I only want to help yo-'

'No, you don't. You say you care about me, but-but this is selfish. What are you trying to do? Drive me to insanity?' Buttercup yelled back at Butch, starting to distance herself away from him. 'Leave.' She shook her head as she spoke the words, pointing away from herself to the door. The fight had slowly dissolved, Buttercup held onto her fiancé's arm, pulling him away, and the man stopped trying to attack Butch as well.

'Buttercup-'

'Stop acting all friendly with me. I'm not your friend, nor am I anything more than that.' Buttercup eyed him up to down, shaking her head more furiously as she backed away.

'I'm sorry, but if you'll just listen to me.' Butch pleaded, but soon he was left stranded and alone in the living room.

So he left, what was there that he could do? Take her by force? He hadn't any evidence that her fiancee was ill-treating her, or even hitting her for that matter.

'Buttercup.' Butch facepalmed himself as he walked out into the street. It had started pouring all of a sudden, probably while he was in the house fighting and arguing with both Buttercup and her fiancee.

A figure walked up the road, quickening as it caught sight of Butch.

'Oh Lord, I knew you'd be here, oh, why did I know that already?' Maeve looked at Butch's dishevelled self, gripping him by the shoulders to see if he was hurt anywhere. Further checking by just asking him.

'Yes, yes I'm fine. How did you know I was here?' Butch asked, holding Maeve by her arms, pressing her hands back down so she'd stop holding him so hard.

'I knew you'd be everywhere, looking for her. I told you she's not worth it.' Maeve focused on Butch's solemn expression, knowing he had never put her down from the beginning since they had become friends, and he would never in the future as well. It was hard for her to see a friend go through pain she had never experienced first hand before, and why hadn't he just settled down with a nice woman who could make him happy? Maybe he would like h-

'You told me another address.' Butch cut Maeve's thoughts short, fishing out a note with Maeve's orderly handwriting on it. 'Look.'

'Yes, I figured.' Maeve would never tell him, what she did, what she wanted to do, what she was doing.

'But you told me that was the right address.'Butch was still looking at the piece of paper, pointing and tracing the individual letters Maeve had written.

'I thought it was.' Maeve felt her chest numb, giving it a quick, subtle rub with her palm. 'I was wrong, I know. I'm sorry.'

Butch gave the note a long stare, silence filling the gap between them. Maeve watched Butch, caring about a girl who didn't even like him back. Who wouldn't like him? He was rich, good looking. At the same time, he cared, he was there, he was a good listener, he was someone Maeve lacked in her childhood. She had always considered it a shame they hadn't met sooner, maybe she would have a chance, maybe she could've filled the void Buttercup left, but she was late, she was too late.

'It's fine.' Butch remarked.

'It's not, I can tell you aren't fine, you aren't okay, I can tell. We've been friends for too long. I can tell when something's bothering you, I can tell when something is wrong. I'm sorry I couldn't do better and I'm sorry. I'm just sorry.' Maeve held one arm with a hand, trying to comfort herself. 'It's just that I have been the one who was there this whole time, while she wasn't there, and all you ever talk about is her. It's always her, her and her. I'm sick and I'm tired, I hate seeing you this way. It pains me and it hurts you even more.' She cried. 'I'm sorry.' she added in a whisper, head looking down.

It just happened, all in slow motion, Maeve had kissed Butch without him even noticing her move towards him before her lips were pressed on his and she held him close by her. The world spun and Butch didn't know what to do next, nor what was happening around them. Maeve's teardrops rolled down his face and chills were sent down his back from this.

'- thinking about what you just said. And I'm sorry I lashed out on you-?' Another person said. Her voice trailing off at the end. 'Or- or maybe I'm not so sorry anymore.' Tears prickled the girl's eyes, and she wiped them off with her sleeve. She was leaving. She had come down the road to tell Butch, to apologise, or just, perhaps, tell him what she thought of him.

But no, she walked this way down to find his lips on someone else's.

Men, so undecisive. They only like to play around with women's feelings. They tell you they like you and the next moment they're kissing someone else.

Great, Buttercup. She tossed a handful of hair backwards as she smiled to herself, how naive of her to think that he wouldn't have considered herself as a backup plan, some last resort.

hi, lol. anyway, I was actually planning on maeve to be nice and be a supportive friend, but hey ho, who doesn't like some toxic, manipulative characters at times, you'll her personality change and see what she thinks about things :)

- squishiipeeps :)