Death was a bitch. A royal cheap whore. A dirty slut that appeared at your doorstep at the worst time possible. Unfortunately death was a guarantee as well, the only certain thing in life.
It was the only thing Boomer was sure about right now, as he walked through the winding, narrow paths of the cemetery. Thousands of identical grey and black graves lining the path, one placed tightly against another. Crude statues sending him sinister glances and those enormous trees with crumpled branches, adding even more dreadfulness to the scenery. Everything together seemed to say only this: death is always near.
But Boomer knew this freakin well. He didn't need any warnings, nor did he need anything reminding him about it. The irony was, he felt strangely at home in this place. He wasn't scared, frightened or even slightly bothered. Quite the opposite, it was the only place he felt at peace.
Finally coming to the most secluded corner of the graveyard, he stopped in front of the three, almost identical black graves. All of them were covered in dust, soil and leaves. All were dirty and neglected. But Boomer didn't care, really. The only thing he found important about them was that they all bore the same family name: Mojo.
Mojo, Moko Jono. Mojo, Jojo. Mojo...
Boomer turned his eyes away scowling deeply. He couldn't bring himself to do it after all. He thought one year was enough, but it wasn't, apparently. At least he came here, that was some progress... not that it really mattered actually.
Cold wind blew through Boomer's wavy blonde hair but he didn't stir even an inch. He was lost in his own world, he rarely felt anything anymore. Despite the fact that he was still alive, he felt like he died a year ago... He couldn't even call his life a 'life', really. It was an existence, and sometimes not even that.
Boomer managed from one day to another without any aim or purpose. He didn't know why he was doing it anymore. Maybe he really should have ended his miserable and pathetic existence. It's not like anything more awaited him in life... it's not like he deserved to be alive in the first place.
Boomer sighed tiredly, those thoughts again... Just when he managed to somehow calm down, here, they were back again. Everything because he decided to come here. Great move, Boomer, you certainly do put to a good use all that supposed intellect of yours...
Leaning down, Boomer touched black, cold stone with his hand. He opened his mouth several times, trying to say something, but nothing came out. Finally he gave up, standing up straight and sparing one last glance at the graves. Then he looked at the horizon. It was getting dark, he might as well head to the club. He needed to ease some stress and seriously, there was only one way for Boomer to do that... he needed to get laid.
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Death was a bitch. A royal cheap whore. A dirty slut that appeared at your doorstep at the worst time possible. Unfortunately death was a guarantee as well, the only certain thing in life.
It was the only thing Bubbles was sure about right now, as she walked through the winding, narrow paths of the cemetery. Thousands of different grey and black graves lined the path, one keeping the company to the other. Huge statues and those enormous trees with strong branches, fulfilling the almost spooky scenery. Everything together seemed to say only this: death is always near.
But Bubbles knew this very well. She didn't need any warnings, nor did she need anything reminding her about it. The irony was, she felt strangely at home in this place. She wasn't scared, frightened or even slightly bothered. Quite the opposite, it was the only place she felt at peace.
Finally coming to the most secluded corner of the graveyard, she stopped in front of the two, almost identical grey graves. They were neatly clean, had flowers and lampions on them. The only differences were the names they bare.
Utonium Sara. Utonium John.
Bubbles smiled a sad smile.
"Hi mom, hey dad." She whispered, taking a rag from her bag and starting to clean the graves. There wasn't much to clean however, seeing as Bubbles came here almost every day. When she was done, she replaced some of the already seared flowers and lit the lampions. Satisfied with her work, she sat back on the little bench that stood in front of the graves and looked at them.
"So, dad...today's the anniversary, huh?" Bubbles said in a quiet voice. Nineteen years ago her father had died. "I really wish you were here... both of you."
The blonde fell silent for a few minutes. It was a really sad period for her, and the fact that she really had no one to share it with only made it harder. First, her mother passed away on the same day she was born, then her father died a week later. Bubbles frowned lightly. Life was a bitch, death was a bitch... it was in a bitchy world she had to live, really.
Bubbles sighed with resignation, moving her hand through her hair. She was in such a shitty mood now, seriously. She felt like getting drunk... no, smashed.
"Okay, I guess I'll be going..." She said, but before going away she touched the graves for a brief moment. "Love you..." Bubbles whispered quietly and turned away, going on her way.
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Boomer sat at the bar sipping his drink slowly. He had been sitting there for the last two hours and still didn't see anyone worth his attention. Damn it, he really needed to have sex now. Were his standards too high? No, they were pretty simple actually: no guys, not too old or too young, no stinking breath or any other part of the body for that matter and at least vaguely nice face and body. This certainly couldn't be so hard to meet...
...or could it? Boomer scanned the crowd with his midnight blue eyes once again, glaring at every not qualified person that had a nerve to send him a flattering glance. Damn it, what was wrong with the population of Townsville all of sudden? He never had this much trouble with finding someone...
"Wine, please." Boomer turned his head to the side as he heard a pretty,small, cheerful voice. This was promising...oh hell, was this promising. The girl was absolutely gorgeous, all angelic, even on the verge of being innocent. Blonde curly hair, big baby-blue eyes and slim body. Yes, Boomer decided that this was the one he was going to bring home tonight... and if Boomer Mojo wanted something, he freaking got it.
Bubbles sat on the chair in front of the bar and waited for her order. Putting one elbow on the counter, she ruffled her pigtails puffing them out even more and then rested her chin in her palm looking to the front with tired eyes. Good thing tomorrow was Saturday, so she didn't have to do any homework for her university nor did she have to go to work. She could get her ass drunk without any consequences whatsoever... yeah, impunity was such a beautiful thing.
When her drink arrived, Bubbles quickly tossed it off and ordered another one. Boomer, who was silently observing the blonde until now, raised one eyebrow. It could be extremely easy or very difficult... either way, Boomer needed to hide his bastard personality and start to act as a charming young man. He needed to get to the blonde before she was completely smashed, he didn't do drunk girls
"Tough day?" Boomer asked, glancing at the blonde and sipping at his Malibu slowly. It took Bubbles a whole few seconds to realize that someone was talking to her. Turning she looked around... and her eyes stopped at the most handsome person she had ever seen. It couldn't be this guy talking to her... could it? God, Bubbles really wasn't overdoing it, when she said he was perfect. Deep, cobalt blue eyes, silky blonde hair cut just right, incredibly smooth tan skin... and this almost, dare she say it, angelic face. Bubbles blinked. Maybe this day wasn't so shitty after all.
"Yeah... loaded' at the university, perverts at work, stuff like that." Bubbles answered finally and took a sip of the next glass of wine that just arrived. Boomer smirked slightly. Normally people were very shy around him, but this girl seemed somehow different. Who knows, maybe Boomer would actually have fun during this...
"Really? Where do you work?" Boomer asked, scooting a little bit closer to the blonde but doing it in such fashion, that she didn't notice a thing.
"Me? In a small Italian restaurant, 'Oliveraa'. It's down the street actually, you know...um..." Bubbles said frowning a little and realizing that she hadn't heard his name yet.
" Boomer Mojo." Boomer said smirking confidently and gazing straight at the blonde. Bubbles shifted slightly as she felt her cheeks getting a little hotter. God, this guy sure knew how to be freakin sexy.
"Bubbles Utonium." Bubbles answered, nodding her head and sending the blonde a little smile. They gazed at each other in silence. Then Bubbles's grin widened. It was sly, but sincere."Are you hitting on me or something?"
Boomer looked at Bubbles amused. He didn't see that coming... oh well, it only made it all the more interesting. Leaning his elbows on the counter, the blonde smirked even more.
"Maybe. Do you want me to hit on you?" Boomer asked and Bubbles let a small laugh at that. Then she shrugged her shoulders lightly, and bit her lip suggestively.
"Maybe." Bubbles answered and kept smiling. "So what are you doing here? Relieving today's stress as well?"
"Yeah, I guess you can say that..." Boomer said, his thoughts going back to the graves he visited today. Then he shook his head lightly, he had more pressing matters than that. "Anyway, enough about that. You come here often? Because this is the first time I've seen you here... and I wouldn't miss you."
"You think so?" Bubbles asked laughing sheepishly, slightly embarrassed at the compliment. "Nah, I rarely allow myself free time, let alone coming here and drinking... although tonight, I plan to get smashed like never before!"
"Hn...Some really perverted people you have in that restaurant of yours, to be so determined." Boomer said, looking at the blonde somehow interested. Bubbles chuckled lightly.
"You can't even imagine! Like, there's my coworker ugh he is disgustingly descriptive and when he isn't being gross he's just plain mean. He just talks about his dick everyday? Seriously, I bet his is so small that he have to make up for that by telling everyone about it..." Bubbles blinked at what she just said. Then looked at Boomer, who to her surprise was chuckling slightly and grinned. "This is not getting awkward, is it?"
"No Bubblebrain. It's not." Boomer answered, small smile still on his lips. Bubblebrain... yeah, no matter where that came from, it somehow suited Bubbles, with her 'rainbow and sunshine' personality. She had to be an idiot to not know how fucked up the world was, either that or...
"Hey!" Bubbles said and pouted playfully, which—as Boomer immediately noticed—was extremely alluring. "Where did that come from, you... you demon, you!"
"Oh please, that's not very creative. Every person I ever knew called me that." Boomer said, rolling his eyes but smirked nonetheless.
"Some strange pick up lines you've got there, really...but you know what, I just knew there had to be something more to you. You couldn't just be pretty." Bubbles said frowning and shaking her head. Boomer had to smirk at that. Leaning closer to the blonde, he looked at her suggestively.
"So you do think I'm pretty." Bubbles blinked. Boomer was so close she could feel his breath on her face... What was she doing, really? He was just hitting on her, and she, she was—
"So. Tell me Boomer..." Bubbles grinned slyly as well and looked at Boomer confidently, not bothering to move away. "Are you looking for a quick fuck?"
Boomer was amused once again. For the second time in, what, twenty minutes maybe? And Boomer was not an easy person to amuse, mind you. The blonde really was interesting.
"And what if I am?"
Bubbles thought about it for a second. Despite asking such question, she didn't really expect him to respond like that...
"Then let's get to it." She said and blinked immediately. Whoa, hold right there. Did she just agree to have sex with this complete good looking stranger? Boomer looked at her in wonder, but smirked all the same. Who was he to complain, really. It only made everything so much easier.
"Alright let's go." The blonde said, getting up and waiting for Bubbles. She hesitated weighing her options. She could either go home with some complete good looking stranger, have random sex and probably catch STD or HIV along the way or she could just stay here, drink a few more drinks, have a nice chat with the barman and go safely home afterwards... Complete stranger it is. At least he was good looking...
"Okay." Bubbles said and followed Boomer out of the club. Boomer led her to the parking lot and Bubbles raised his brow at what she saw. "You've got a motor?"
"Yeah." Boomer said, swinging one leg over the black seat and handing Bubbles the helmet "Anything wrong?"
"No..." Bubbles said, sitting behind Boomer. She actually always wanted one as well, but never could afford it. She heard it was like flying, she always wanted to fly. "It's quite cool actually, you know? Damn it Boomer, you're getting even cooler with every passing second."
"Hn." Boomer smirked to himself, as he started the engine. "Just hold on tight—I mean it."
Bubbles looked confused for a second, but when Boomer pushed the accelerator and the motor jerk violently forward, she instantly got the message. Putting her arms around Boomer's waist, she closed her eyes tightly. Something told her that it was going to be one hell of a ride...
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The minute Boomer stopped the motor in front of his block, Bubbles jumped from it throwing her helmet on the floor and her arms into the air.
"Earth!" she screamed, glad she finally was on something that didn't move. "I made it! I swear I will appreciate every aspect of my life from now on!"
Boomer rolled his eyes again as he put the helmet away and walked up to the blonde.
"Then appreciate my standing in the neighborhood and shut up, Bubblebrain." He said, hitting the blonde in the head lightly and moving passed her.
"Demon! I'm just glad that I'm still alive!" Bubbles yelled back and jogged a little to catch up with Boomer. "Do you always drive like that or am I just special?"
"Oh, you certainly are special." Boomer said sarcastically and Bubbles sent him a glare as they entered an elevator. "But I really believe we have some other matters to take care of..."
Just as he said it, Boomer stepped closer to the blonde and grabbed the front of her shirt tightly. Glancing in the confused, blue eyes, Boomer smirked to himself and sealed their lips. He was freakin sexually frustrated!
Bubbles blinked in shock at first but then remembered why they were even here. It sure as hell included kissing... But seriously, she talked with the blonde so fluently, she felt like they were old friends, not random people in a need of a good fuck... because even if in the beginning it was only Boomer who was looking for sex, Bubbles was horny as well now.
Closing her eyes, the blonde put her arms around Boomer's neck and pulled him closer, parting her lips. Immediately jumping at the opportunity, Boomer slipped his tongue inside and explored Bubbles's mouth. The blonde moaned, as Boomer touched her tongue gently with his... God, Bubbles was glad Boomer lived on the last floor.
When the elevator stopped, Boomer pushed Bubbles out without breaking the kiss and slammed the blonde into the nearby wall. Moving away a little, he gazed into her half lidded blue eyes.
"Good so far?" He asked in a hushed voiced, breathing a little bit heavier than usual. Bubbles smirked slightly, looking at the blonde as well.
"Yeah, but still... I bet you could do better." Bubbles said, even though that was the best kiss of her entire life. Seriously, Boomer had some major skill in this department.
"You bet I can." Boomer answered slyly, once again amused. After opening his apartment, he pushed Bubbles inside and closed the door behind them with a loud thud.
"Wow, some place you've got here." Bubbles said while gawking at how expensive the place was.
"Hn." Boomer grunted simply, taking off his jacket, grabbing Bubbles by her arm and pulling her to his bedroom. "You are free to admire that room."
With that the blonde put his arms around Bubbles waist and pulled her closer, capturing her lips. Bubbles didn't waste any more time as well. Moving her lips, she encircled Boomer's neck with her arms and massaged it with her fingers gently.
Boomer pushed Bubbles forward, aiming for his bed. By the time they made it there, he had already slipped his hands under the blonde's shirt, pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor. His shirt soon followed suite and they both landed on soft mattress, Boomer sitting on top of Bubbles.
Boomer smirked down at her, as he ran the tips of his fingers along her chest lightly. Bubbles really did have a beautiful body. Slim, tanned and soft.
"Relax." He said and leaned down, kissing Bubbles's neck in several places chastely. The blonde looked to the side. She wasn't that stressed, she had just never done it with a stranger before... although she didn't really feel like she was with a stranger when she was near Boomer. Which was pretty strange since despite having an easygoing personality Bubbles didn't have many friends.
"Who says I'm stressed?" Bubbles asked smirking and moving her hips a little under Boomer. The blonde gasped and looked at Bubbles for a minute, before smirking as well and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Bubbles moaned into Boomer's mouth and put one hand in his hair, the other on his back, trying to pull him even closer.
When Boomer had to let go because of the lack of air, he moved his lips to Bubbles's neck again, then chest and stomach until he stopped just above the hem of her skirt. Removing it along with her underwear, he undressed himself completely as well and went back to kissing Bubbles's body.
Bubbles gasped and closed her eyes as she felt Boomer's tongue move…lower. Putting her fingers into the blonde's hair, she massaged his scalp moaning lightly. Boomer glanced at the blonde from his position between her legs. God, the sound she was making, almost like purring was so arousing, Boomer was sure he couldn't get any harder now.
Giving the blonde a final lick, he moved back again, grinding their hips together and moaning in anticipation. Leaning down, he lightly bit Bubbles's lip and slipped his tongue inside, kissing her roughly. After positioning himself between the blonde's legs, he pushed inside her, feeling Bubbles's moan vibrating through his throat.
Letting Bubbles get use to the sensation, Boomer moved to her neck and sucked on it, leaving bruised marks. When the blonde nudged him lightly with her arm, Boomer started to move, slow thrusts quickly transforming into more forceful ones. Boomer bit his lip and rested his forehead on the blonde's shoulder, as Bubbles arched her back.
"Nhn... Boomer..." Bubbles moaned closing her eyes tightly and gritting her teeth. God, this felt so freakin good...
Boomer moaned loudly as he felt himself come inside the blonde. Pulling out and collapsing on top of Bubbles, he breathed heavily, feeling a sticky and wet substance on his stomach. Smirking, Boomer glanced at the blonde who lay under him with closed eyes, also inhaling deeply.
"So did I win our bet?" He asked in a tired voice. Bubbles smiled wearily and looked at Boomer as well from the corner of her eyes.
"You bet you did." The blonde said, moving a hand thorough her now lose pigtails and then placing it on top of Boomer's back in a hugging manner.
The blonde let his eyes close. God, was he tired...
Bubbles, immediately noticing that Boomer was already falling asleep, somehow managed to pull the duvet and cover them with it. Sighing tiredly, she spared one last glance at the man she had just met a few hours ago. She never thought something like this would happen to her, but damn was she glad. Boomer really seemed like an extremely interesting person... rude and impolite, but still interesting. Bubbles didn't regret any of tonight's actions in the slightest...
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Bubbles's eyes fluttered open slowly. She looked at her surroundings... it wasn't her home. The blonde's eyes went wide and she wanted to scream but felt something heavy dropped over her waist. Looking down she noticed a tan arm... then felt hot air on her neck...
Boomer! Right, now she remembered everything... Bubbles grinned to herself calming down, as the memories of last night events came back to her. The blonde's grin dropped however, as she wondered what next?
How did people behave after one night stands? Was she suppose to disappear right now or wait until the blonde woke up, have a chat with him and be on her merry way? Bubbles frowned lightly. What was going to happen to her and Boomer now? Sure she wasn't stupid enough to think that the blonde wanted a relationship but there was something between them, something very interesting...
But what was she supposed to do now, really? She wondered if Boomer was still asleep... she layed on her side, so she couldn't see. Okay, Bubbles decided to just lay there silently and pretend to be asleep...
"Bubblebrain..." The blonde blinked as she heard a low grunt from behind her. The arm from around her waist disappeared and she felt the weight on the mattress shift a little.
Turning to lay on her back, Bubbles looked at Boomer. He was sitting on the bed with his knees bend and his elbows resting on them.
"How did you know I was awake?" Bubbles asked, grinning sheepishly. Moving his blue eyes to the blonde, Boomer smirked.
"You were hyperventilating." He said with a smug expression.
"Oh..." Bubbles laughed slightly embarrassed. "You know, that was my first time, I didn't really know what to do."
Boomer blinked a few times trying to process her words. She didn't mean he—
"No! I see you got it wrong already!" Bubbles said hurriedly, observing Boomer the whole time. "It wasn't my first time having sex, please. It was my first time doing it with a complete stranger, you know."
"Oh..." Boomer nodded, feeling somewhat relieved. And somewhat disappointed. Then he sighed and started to look for his clothes. "Okay, come on, I will make... you some...breakfast..." Boomer said, every next word coming slower than the last one.
What. The. Fuck. Was. He. Doing?! He never ever let people even stay after having random sex, let alone chat with them in the morning and offer them breakfast! What was happening with him? And what was that? A smirk, a smile, a fucking chuckle? He didn't do that!
"Boomer—"
"Get out!" Boomer screamed, pointing the doors with his hand, his eyes wide. Bubbles blinked a few times, trying to understand the situation.
"Wha—"
"Didn't you hear me? Get the fuck out!" God, he needed to get rid of the blonde now! This wasn't normal, for him to behave like that...
Bubbles, still confused, opened and closed her mouth several times but couldn't find any words to say. Maybe Boomer was a nut case after all... Then again, she couldn't help but feel a little hurt. There, everything was perfectly fine one minute, and in the second he went crazy on her.
"Bubbles, I mean it." Boomer growled and Bubbles noticed that his eyes narrowed dangerously. Bubbles not Bubblebrain, he really was serious. Getting up and gathering her clothes, the blonde got dressed without another word. Finally ready, she headed towards the door, but looked one last time at the blonde.
"For all it's worth, I really did enjoy last night." she said in a dull voice and stepped away from the bedroom, closing the door behind her. When Boomer heard the front door close as well, he sighed tiredly, collapsing on the bed.
Looking at the ceiling, he moved his hand through his hair. Seriously, what had he gotten himself into this time?
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Boomer really didn't know what that thing with Bubbles was, but he wasn't going to think about it, he simply didn't want to. He was just going to ignore it.
Because if Boomer was good at something it was ignoring. Ignoring things, ignoring thoughts – you name it, he could ignore it for you. It was a virtue he mastered more than perfectly and that was something, mind you. The 'Art Of Ignoring', as Boomer liked to label it in his mind, wasn't even fairly easy – it took a sharp and intelligent mind, lots of confidence and a strong will. Because to ignore things successfully you had to first notice them and then tell yourself that it was something entirely different then you happened to have thought in the beginning – and you had to do it in such a convincing way, that you would actually believe it.
So yeah, Boomer was pretty damn proud of himself as he walked through the narrow paths of the cemetery with a smug expression, actually believing that he wasn't interested in the blonde and that he most certainly didn't want to see her again.
Anyway, he had other things in his mind... the moment Bubbles left his apartment he started to think about his visit at the graveyard again. So, not being able to stop and not having anything else to do, he decided to come here again and think.
Stopping in front of the three familiar graves, Boomer looked at them dully... and heard a loud gasp from his right. Moving his head to the side, Boomer saw...
...no one other, then Bubbles.
Boomer narrowed his eyes instantly. What the fuck? Did she follow him here or something... no, the shocked expression on the blonde's face said everything. There was only explanation as to why she was here as well...
"You!" Bubbles screamed, pointing her finger at the blonde. What was going on? Didn't he kick her out only this morning? And now what, he was following her?
Boomer rolled his eyes as he could see the thoughts going through the blonde girls mind. God, what a weird situation this was...
"No, I didn't follow you here, Bubblebrain." Boomer said, and turned his eyes to the graves again, planning to ignore the blonde of course. Just his luck, the person he just had random sex with had her family's graves right next to his...
"Tch. Like I care if you did, demon." Bubbles scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Was she pissed? Of course she was pissed! Sure, the sex was just for one night, but that didn't mean he had to treat her that way.
"What are you, five?" Boomer asked sarcastically, when he heard the blonde's tone. Seriously, people did not talk to him like this.
"Maybe!" Bubbles said, sticking her tongue out and pouting a minute later. Boomer observed the blonde looking stubbornly at the floor, shaking his head lightly. No, he decided, he really didn't care.
Bubbles glanced from the corner of her eye at the boy. She wanted to receive some kind of reaction from the blonde, damn it! When she didn't hear anything after the next few minutes though, she turned to look fully at Boomer... and her face went sad immediately.
He was standing there, his head slightly down and his back slouched. His face dull, almost emotionless... almost, because even from where Bubbles was standing, she could notice something sparkling in his eyes. Something extremely sad and full of regret and guilt.
Deciding to forget about her hurt pride for the time being, Bubbles moved towards Boomer slowly. Stopping next to the blonde, she glanced at him.
"Do you know who is buried here?" she asked. Stupid question, she knows but damnit she can't take it back now.
Boomer didn't respond for a few minutes despite hearing the question. He was so deep in thought, he didn't even pay attention to his next words.
"Yeah." He said and smirked bitterly to himself. "My parents... and me."
Oh. Bubbles didn't see that coming. Not really knowing what else to do, the blond turned her eyes slowly to the names engraved on the stones.
Mojo, Moko Jono. Mojo, Jojo... and Mojo,Boomer.
So here's another Blues story. I have a lot of them, I know. They're probably my favorite pairing, I have some Greens and Reds in my computer but nothing beats the Blues, ya know. This story in particular will definitely have a lot of plot twist and drama….and sex so warning. Also updates will be sporadic, maybe frequent depending on my mood and time. Thank you for reading
