Chapter 1: Glow: Page 3- Syntax Error

He hated himself for this, but something in his mind clicked. He knew deep down that he had to. He had to keep trying harder, because he knew deep down that Boomer felt the same.

Or, at least that's what he was trying to tell himself.

Boomer had pushed him away again.

And again.

And again.

It was not going to change and no matter how hard Beck tried, he wasn't going to win.

He wasn't going to win Boomer's heart.

He sighed, falling out of his crouched position and into a cross-legged position on the floor below him. He buried his face in his palms, tears stinging his eyes. But the tears did not fall, even if he wanted them to.

He couldn't even win the ability to cry, much less earn someone else's love.

He was a screw-up, Avalon had told him so many times before the Powerpuff Girls and company even arrived. She still does to this day. But there are something's that you just can't change. He was a screw-up, and Boomer was perfection. The two could never be together, just like night and day could never be at the same time.

It can't be dark when it's light. You can't turn left at right turns. The outcome would be, well, crash and burn, because there is no possible path on the wrong side. Beck was aware of this…

…Painfully aware.

"Why do you keep doing this to me…?" He muttered slowly, catching Beck's attention instantaneously.

Obviously.

"I thought we were supposed to… start over." He wept, but tears did not come, surprisingly. Beck felt stabs of pain; a million stabs of pain every time he muttered a syllable. The sorrow that dripped from Boomer's voice was enough to make Susie Sunshine depressed.

It was enough to make 5 year old Bubbles depressed. Now that's saying something.

Beck almost smirked, shrinking into self-loathing. But he bit his lip, not wanting Boomer to get the wrong idea and hate him even more, if possible.

Beck wanted every ounce of love Boomer could muster up. (Barely any…)

Beck gathered the words cautiously, choosing them carefully, organizing the in to the perfect sentence.

"Oh, the things I do for you; the things you don't even know about."

"I can't help myself. I feel a strong urge and I just get carried away. Please know that I'm not doing this on purpose, I never, ever wanted to hurt you at all." He said blankly.

Flatly.

Without any emotion.

Boomer actually snickered at his tone.

"Did I do something right….?" Beck thought hopefully to himself.

"You sound like you're reading a given line. It sounds to me like you don't care at all, and as if you actually wanted that to hurt me. You succeeded, Beck." Boomer spat, his tone growing louder yet sounding so weak at the same time.

"As always, I didn't do anything right, even when I actually tried this time. Screw-up."

"Please, Boomer. That's not what I meant to do! I would never want to hurt you… I just… I don't want to show too much emotion, because I'm afraid you might take it the wrong way! I don't want to be misunderstood again and again and again. Especially not by you… I care about what you think of me more than anyone in this whole team… Please…."

The tears were stinging again; he blinked to try to erase them, to eradicate them. But to no avail.

He felt as they tauntingly dripped down, as if they were mocking the fact that he couldn't stop them if he tried. He didn't make an effort to wipe them away.

Boomer was taken aback by his words; he'd never heard anything like that since….

….Memories. The memories he dare not have, and Beck was always bringing them back when he finally found the will to move on from them.

He hated Beck for returning them, and yet he… he felt another thing for Beck returning them to him as well. Not just hatred. But he couldn't put his finger on it. It was similar to the feeling he had when his best friend had confessed, and when his other best friend told him that yet another best friend felt the same. Such a triangle, a love triangle, and somehow, Boomer wished he was still a part of it; still a part of it to see the ending.

He wanted the ending of that lost story, and yet, the ripped out pages that he never got to see were opened in a new book, a book written by Avalon, containing important characters like Nestle and Beck, the pages aren't lost, they were just moved.

He had to open up a new book to continue.

But as always, a new book always leaves you with questions, good and bad.

Unfortunately this question had an answer, a horrible answer that stated itself in his mind.

Davi and Joseph were human. Davi and Joseph were on Earth, in Townsville. Townsville was destroyed, because of the fight, because of his brothers, because of him…

Davi and Joseph were destroyed because of him… Molly is gone… His classmates; gone….

Mojo; gone….. The mayor; gone….

Gone, gone, gone….. Everything's gone, destroyed, erased from existence…..

"It's my fault…." He whispered accidentally out loud. Beck shot a confused gaze in his direction, desperate to understand. "What?" He inquired, looking more concerned than ever.

"Everyone is gone….." he mumbled incoherently. Beck looked at him with fear, he thought Boomer was about to have another breakdown, like the first incident. He'd never forget the first time he kissed him.

But instead, Boomer smiled, looking at him. His big blue eyes lit up with excitement. Beck was genuinely confused.

"It's a new chapter in my life. I'm starting over. Nothing good or bad about the past is relevant anymore…" He admitted slowly, smiling sadly but brightly. "Everything and everyone here is my new life." He stood up from his place on the bed, leaving Beck in his original position all alone. "Now, if you excuse me, there are a lot of pages in this story that have yet to be read." Boomer chirped, tears still dripping down his face.

Beck sat with a blank expression.

"….What the hell just happened?"

I HAVE NOT UPDATED IN SO LONG! YOU'VE ALL PROBABLY FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT ME ALREADY. So, here's a BoomxBeck chappie for you all…Holy cow, well, it's good to be back I guess… I just realized, I started this story when I was 11 and now I'm 13…. You all stuck with me for 2 years! I actually feel happy…. Thank you for supporting me and all my stories, I'm going to try my hardest to update Multitudinous as well, since I have a few request that I still need to write for my little audience. So, if you guys want to, feel free to check out Multitudinous if you haven't already, make some requests and I'll be happy to oblige. Also, check out my other stories, Depression of the Young Literati (I change my style in this one a lot.) And if you're a fan of the whole, BoomerxBeck scene, be sure to check out Aishiteru as well. I've been working hard to please everyone, and to make up for the lack of Blues in this story, I might make a Blues story when I'm on a comfortable roll with Shattered.

Again, thank you for putting up with me for so long, thank you FFicReader, you are a great partner, I love working with you. Don't forget to review, thanks so much.

BYE!