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[Takes place before Like A Bad Girl] Her world has shattered, but she refuses to believe it. She still smiles and laughs, but eventually the reality will catch up with Bubbles. BoomerBubblesButch
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In the blink of an eye
You held my hand, you held me tight
Now you're gone
And I'm still crying
Shocked, broken
I'm dying inside
Haunted ~ Kelly Clarkson
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Like A Bad Drug
Chapter 1: It Started When It Ended
She will always remember when her world shattered, but she refuses to believe it.
Bubbles had gone to Mr. Thompson's room early. Her latest project was done. It was a tree shaped in a heart; the branches were intricate, the leaves vibrant. It was dedicated to him, since he was her boyfriend for one whole year today, from when she was fifteen to sixteen.
She was looking forward to kissing him senseless.
Instead she was graced with the sight of him nibbling on her best friend's ear. His hand slowly working its way into places best left unsaid…
The blonde's careful grip on her project loosened. It floated to the floor as she covered her mouth with her hands. "What… what are you guys doing?"
Neither of them looked guilty. Or the least bit sorry. Bubbles tried to understand why as her friend, Jenna, offered a little grin. "Sorry, Bubbly. I had to see what you were talking about for myself. You're not mad, are you?"
No…
Mad wasn't the word for it. Heartbroken was.
"No… of course not. I gotta… I've got to go."
Bubbles turned and ran away.