Part 7: New
"This seems a bit um . . . how to put this, babe? Much?"
"Boomer, you don't know what this means to me, so please, hush and hold." Tossing another bag his way.
Which he was able to catch with ease.
"Yeah, fine, but Bloo . . . " He was cut off when a scarf was around him, pulling his face to his girlfriend. Shutting him up with a kiss. "Do you want it in bold colors or in combos?" With a love-struck grin.
"I'm thinking; bold."
"Fits you." Fixing himself after the sudden happy juice was implied. "I'll take these to the car then. And maybe get a coffee."
"Then would you . . . "
"Strawberry coconut, ice, blend of white chocolate and mint. Low-fat whip cream and a straw not to mess with your lipstick?"
"You know me so well."
"It's call being whip hun." Giving a blunt look.
"You never complain at night?"
Saying with a smile. "Yep, see you in a bit."
Leaving the fabric store, hoping not to drop anything. Thinking to himself, why did the parking lot have to be so far away? And to add fuel to the fire, the streets were flock with people. The chances to fall on his ass, drop the bags, and run into someone scored higher than last time.
And chances for all three to happen. One hundred percent!
"I'm so sorry!" And the young woman helps him.
"Nah, it's fine. I was pretty much walking blind." Getting the rest, before finally seeing the woman that help him.
His eyes went wide in shock and she could only copy.
"Boomer?"
"Hey Cutey, long time no sees." Saying with a smile, covering the hurt, he had. "Walk with me, talk with me. We need to catch up." Adding in as they headed to the parking lot.
Unlocking the navy blue BMW and opening the trunk of it.
"So . . . "
"Long story, Boomer."
"Just happy your okay." Saying as he places the bags away. "He misses you."
"No one would ever miss me."
"Well, I did. And your sisters. Brick and Butch seemed like lost puppies without a cause."
"I hurt a lot of people, huh?"
"Duh, sweety. It's called being loved so very much."
"But, I'm not ready."
She watched him close the trunk, leaning against it, looking at her. His hands resting on the top. With his street clothes looking baggy on him, like those years ago.
Sharing a few more words. About everything for the past years from when she left the city. Leaving behind many worry.
"You want me to be quiet about this. Angel, I don't think I can . . . "
"Please."
"You know I can't say no to those eyes. But, Bubbles, for everyone sake, you come clean. Not just for me. But for Butch. And everyone else."
"I will. I just don't want to make any more mistakes."
"He took that bullet for you. Not a mistake from how I see it."
"Well, that is just how different we are."
"Yes indeed, for this person for me, is not who I remember from then." Adding with a woeful smile.