Kill Me After This Week Ends

Chapter 1: kill Me After I Find a Girlfriend

Boomer groaned as he slammed his dorm room door shut. He leaned down the door and slowly hit the back of his head against the door.

"Are...you okay?" Boomer looked up at his roommate Butch. Butch had a raised eyebrow as he stirred his cup of noodles. He ate a few noodles, and waited for Boomer to responded. Boomer in return groaned loudly, and ran his fingers through his messy blond hair.

"Family problems." Boomer muttered as he sat crisscross on the carpeted floor. "You know how winter break is coming up?"

"Yea? What about it?"

"Well I have to go back home to spend the holidays with my folks..." Boomer began, and Butch cut in

"So that seems like a blast."

"No, you don't get it. They also want me to bring home a lady friend." Boomer blushed brightly. It's not that he wasn't used to being around women, frankly it was the opposite. His cute looks and charming personality always seemed to draw women in like moths to a source of light. Boomer just...didn't pay attention to the women that fluttered around him. None of them caught his attention. Plus, none of them liked him for him, they simply just liked his looks and sweet demeanor.

Butch ate a few more noodles, "why don't you ask that girl, what's her name, oh yea Brat? She seems to always be clinging onto you. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to go meet your parents." He suggested as he drank the spicy noodles' broth.

Boomers winced at the thought of Brat. She was pretty no doubt about it. She and Boomer shared the same colored eyes -dark blue- and the same colored hair -blond- but Boomer didn't like her personality per say. He didn't want to sound mean, but to him she was sort of well...crazy. Well more like crazy about him. From the moment, they meet she turned crazy. If any girl swarmed around Boomer while she was around she'd cling onto him, and then later threaten the girl to back off. Boomer couldn't believe she would threaten other girls, but that's what she did. Sometimes she did go through with the threats, but no one believed the girl's. Here's another thing about Brat, she gave off an innocent façade. She didn't dress innocent or act innocent at all, but when push comes to shove she played the innocent card like any Hollywood actress would. Boomer shuddered at the thought of Brat clinging onto him, as she meets his parents.

"No way in hell dude, she's crazy!" Boomer said as he stood up. "I'm not bringing that she-devil anywhere near my parents."

"Yea, it's for the best. She is crazy. I'm surprised she hasn't kidnapped you yet." Butch tossed the empty noodle cup into the trash, and put the fork he used in the empty sink. He poured himself a glass of cold water, and drank that down quickly. "I have a friend you could ask. Well, I don't think she's much of a friend. She's more like when we have a project in class we always pick each other as project partners." Boomer perked up at to the potential answer to his problems.

"What's she like?" Boomer asked quickly. His eyes glimmering with hope, that she'd be the answer to this whole ordeal.

Butch scratched his head in thought, "She's sweet, no she's super sweet. Like honey, it's a bit much for me but she's naturally sweet to everyone around her. When we worked on the projects she carried her own weight. I think she wants to work with animals or children. I can't remember to be honest. She's pretty too, there's no doubt about it. I'm sure you'll parents will like her if she agrees to you know okay your fake girlfriend." Butch looked through his phone and found what he was looking for. "I'll call her and tell her you wanna meet up." he shrugged and pressed the call button.

Boomer felt like crying tears of joy. He wouldn't have to ask Brat to be his fake girlfriend. He could seriously kiss Butch for all his help.

"Yo, Bubbles it's Butch remember me?" Butch said as he leaned over the counter.

"Of course, I remember you! I sit in front of you!" Bubbles laughed over the phone.

Butch grinned, "I have this favor to ask you."

"Oh?" Bubbles questioned lightly. Her and Butch weren't friends so it's weird that he'd ask her for a favor.

"One of my close friends he really likes you, and wants to meet up with you at the school's café. Can you please humor him and go? I don't want to see him sulking around, ha did I mention it's my roommate?" Butch lied smoothly. Boomer gaped in horror, he should have seen this coming. Butch smirked at him as Bubbles stuttered out a couple of jumbled up responses. "Please. His name is Boomer, he's a nice kid. I'm sort of sick and tired of him. All he keeps doing is talking about how pretty you are. 'Oh, did you see Bubbles and her pretty blue scarf!' And 'Bubbles has such pretty light blue eyes.' It's Bubbles this and Bubbles that. Please humor the kid." Butch mocked Boomer's voice, and Boomer was about ready to jump onto Butch to shut him up. Boomer didn't even know the girl! So of course, by default he couldn't like her!

"Boomer..." Butch heard Bubbles whisper out Boomer's name with a tone if familiarity. Did she know him? She sighed loudly. "Yea sure Butch I'll humor him just for you. Can he meet me tomorrow? Around 2 in the afternoon. That's when I don't have a class." Butch walked towards Boomer's book-bag and pulled out his agenda. He flipped through the pages and saw that tomorrow Boomer had no classes. Boomer in turn snatched his agenda away and glared at him.

"Yea he's free tomorrow! He'll see you at the café. Thank you so much for humoring him Bubbles, you're the sweetest." Butch grinned.

"Yea, yea, whatever. Good night Butch." Bubbles muttered softly. Butch chuckled and hung up.

"This is her number, and you have a date tomorrow at 2 in the afternoon." Boomer pulled out his phone and entered Bubbles' contact information.

"You jerk! I don't know this girl, and now she's gonna think I'm some creepy stalker who has a crush on her!" Boomer whined.

Butch shrugged, "it's better than going up to her and saying, 'hey I'm Boomer and I need you to be my fake girlfriend for a week.' You should be thanking me" with a sigh Boomer nodded, Butch was right.

"I know, and thank you."

"Yea...now in return you can do my laundry for a month." Boomer gaped and growled.

"Unfair!"

"Totally fair."

"Totally unfair!"

"One month isn't going to kill you bro."

"Die in a ditch, Butch!"

"I helped you score a date with Bubbles. You might not know this but every guy and some girls are swooning over her and would kill to go out at least once with her. Doing one month of my laundry isn't going to kill you." Butch jumped on the couch and turned on their game system. When silence overcame the two, Butch knew that he had won. "I'll start leaving my laundry by your door." He informed Boomer.

"Fine whatever." Boomer tossed himself next to Butch and pulled a game controller in his hands and began to play with Butch.

I got Bored and thought of this story idea. Lol will I be able to update regularly maybe! that is until I start school...welp I don't own anything and my grammar sucks so sorry about that. Till next time...ill try to update every week or so help meeeee. bye