The next day, after having a long sky flight to where the boys lived, sparing that it well passed the afternoon. Bubbles fixed her bag strap on her shoulder, calming herself once more, and gave a knock on the door, hoping it was late enough that they were awake and not crabby.
"What do you want . . . Oh, hey Bubs."
Forgetting that no matter the time, Butch was still Butch.
"Hi. Can I come in?"
Butch let's her in, upon seeing he was the only one home.
"Bricks out getting food and stuff and Boomer just left for the bus."
"Oh." She called out and took a seat in the living room.
"Was it something you wanted from them?"
She shook her head and looked sadly at Butch.
"Hey what's with the long face?"
"I'm sorry."
"About what?" He asked with a grin, taking a seat next to her.
After a short moment of telling what she found. Not shock when he said he didn't believe her. Bubbles reached into her bag and pulled out a few sheets of paper for him to read.
Not wanting to say anything, she left the living room and headed for the door, wanting to him be alone for the moment. But before she could even sit up, her wrist was grabbed and pulled back into the seat.
Butch didn't want to deal with this alone. To which, Bubbles just sits back down, taking careful glances at Butch as he read each page from start to finish.
"Where did you get this?"
"From the computer we share. Seeing as you thought that we all have journals to write in. A blog I think is what you were looking for." She said with a shrug, not liking the answer, but it was an answer to say the least.
"By the date there must be more?"
She nodded before adding. "Yeah, but this was during the time you were away. I didn't really read through it, but some of the pages made me want to turn off the computer."
"World's like that, Bubble Butt, your eyes are bound to see things you might not like. Though, I hope you get what I mean." He said, in hopes to lighten the mood a bit.
"Butch . . ."
He suddenly just dropped the papers, having enough of it, and started for the kitchen, while he called out. "I'm thirsty. You thirsty?"
"Butch . . ."
"Must be the odd heat we're getting, huh?"
"Butch . . ."
He busily looked through the refrigerator, wanting in some ways to block out what was going on around him. When finally finding something to drink and something for Bubbles, turn around, only find out she was closer than before.
"Butch, it is okay to be sad when it's to be." She stated to him, holding out for a hug.
To which he just pats her on the head, with a lump-sided grin, handing her a soda, and went back to the living room. Not caring he was stepping on the papers. Shortly later, when Bubbles was in view, patted a spot next to him. Soon grabbing the remote to find something to watch, as he was doing before, she came a-knocking.
Finally cracking his drink open and having a long chug at it.
"Beer won't help, Butch." She said to him, taking a seat next to him, opening her drink. Having a much smaller sip against his chug.
Not thinking, Butch would pull her in for a side hug.
"Just this once . . . could you be quiet. You can bad mouth me later."
"Okay." Finally saying, as her eyes locked on the television, to whatever show Butch stopped on.
Did it matter? Butch was dealing with something in his own way. With little support from his now ex-girlfriend's sister.
Not long later, Brick came home. Able to open the door without dropping one bag in his arms, already feeling someone on the other side take one of the bags, just enough to lighten the load.
"Hey, Butch you . . ."
He stops when sees Bubbles close by him and taking some of the bags. Doing a hushing moment with her lips and free hand, moving from the doorway, nearing the living room with quick steps, and heading straight towards the kitchen.
Brick does the same, upon seeing his young brother asleep on the couch. A few beer cans scattered on the coffee table and papers on the carpet floor.
"Brick?" Bubbles whispers to him.
"What happen to him?"
"Not my place to say?"
"But your here, so that's means your tied into this."
"Not by choice. Only because I care." She stated to him, shelving some food away, glancing his way for a moment to say. "I'm still not telling. Please understand."
Brick just gives a sigh, running a hand through his mid long hair out of tiredness, and gave a small reply. "Fine, Baby Blue, I'll stay out of it."
"Thank you."
Once Bubbles left for home. Brick broke his promise and awoke his brother.
"Hmm . . . five more minutes Bubbles. You can still watch your magical flyers." Butch mumbles, turning away from the hand that was shaking his shoulder, and leaned in more where once Bubbles' lap was.
Brick tried hard not to laugh at the sight. Recalling this was a long time seeing his brother being a child for once. And it wasn't just Boomer anymore.
"No point, little brother, she's not here anymore."
To the sound of a new voice, cracked open one eye to blurry see his older brother. Giving a look of anger too, sitting up, and moved off the couch and away from his brother.
"Hey, what's that look?"
"Not in mood, Brick, leave me alone."
He glances to the papers on the floor, to which Brick starts to pick up, both ending up looking at each other.
"You sure you don't want to tell what's going on?"
Butch just gives an airy grunt as a no and starts for his room. But quickly makes a U-turn for the papers. Snatching them out of Brick's hands in a swift motion. Going back on the track he was on before.
"I'll be missing dinner tonight."
The moment ended with a slam of a door.
Brick would have called out to him, but again the whole brotherly thing was still new to him. The nice part that is. Even the girls' help did so little. Mostly for what he has to deal with. Having little choice but to pick up the scattered cans, grumbling words of oh-so-wonderful words of his thick-skull brother.
But he came to a stop when seeing a lone sheet of paper, peeking under of the couch. Glancing from the hall of where the bedrooms were, glanced back at the paper and grabbed it. Folding it quickly and slip it into his back pocket of his pants. Plans for it, that he was going to read it later.