11 June 2012

Confidence.
: her voice of adieux

"Have you ever thought about growing out your hair?" he asks as they lay over her favorite quilt and pillows.

"Mmm . . . yeah, I guess."

"Why haven't you?"

Buttercup stares up at her ceiling as her fan blows a draft over them. The radio is mumbling, and she can hear Bubbles from her opened window, as well as a water hose and, presumably, Boomer. She shrugs.

"Dunno."

Butch sighs and grabs one of her pillows in the process. It meets the comforting embrace between his arms, and his back turns to face her. He purposely inches his posterior into her, jolting her toward the edge of the bed.

She snorts, retorting silently with a jab from her elbow.

"Why? Wanna see me with long hair or somethin'?"

She lifts herself over his waist and makes herself at home. Though his eyes are closed, he smiles.

"Nah, just a thought." They open and he looks at her. "I mean, even Bubbles went through a point when she grew out of those pigtails of hers back in our freshman year, didn't she?"

Buttercup nods lazily.

"Mhmm."

"Yeah, and, I mean, Brick mentioned not too long ago how Blossom's been thinking about finally chopping away at that beastly long mane she's had all this time." He watches Buttercup for any changes of expression. "Then there's you. Your hair's definitely seen a longer length compared to our childhood, but I've never seen it anywhere past your shoulders."

Buttercup chuckles and lays her head on him.

"Yeah, I know." She looks as though she's thinking, so Butch waits intently. "I just—it's never interested me, I guess. Just the thought of having hair down my waist . . ." She looks at him, lips quirked, head shaking. "It's not me."

She sighs and begins fidgeting with the lining of his tang top.

"Blossom's the type of person who can put anything to use and make it her own. If she wants short hair, it'll work. If she wants long hair, it'll look just the same," she pauses, "and Bubbles has things that fit her better than others, but if she steps outside the box it's not like she's stepping into danger. Anything new that she tries eventually adjusts to her."

Buttercup smirks to herself.

"Then there's me. If I try something new, something always seems to go wrong. It's not what I imagined; I don't like it; the people around me don't like it." She looks up to see Butch listening carefully. "So I prefer to just stick to what I already know fits. That's what I've gotten used to."

The words absorb, and Butch props himself up to face her, causing her to readjust herself.

"You're just not looking at it from the right direction, BC." He yawns. "You're going at this all in fear."

Buttercup stares at him flatly, though allows him to continue.

"With things like these, just look at what went wrong the first time and make sure to try something different the next. If things keeping going outta proportion after that, obviously you're not doing something right."

He smiles and reaches out to her. In one quick motion, he gives her chin a lift before returning his arm to his side.

"But more importantly, just remember to wear yourself with confidence, BC; that's all you're really missin'."

Buttercup turns away, and Butch lays his head back onto his spot on her pillows, content.

"Thanks," she says moments later, and he replies by giving her hair a kind ruffle.

That following evening, she still decides to keep it short.

note: Anyone know why she keeps it short? It's a little twist :)

Disclaimer: Credit for The Powerpuff Girls belongs to Craig McCracken.