A/N: Like always, it was a super long wait. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed. I got so many for the last chapter, although admittedly it was probably because the wait was so long. Get ready for some flashbacks :D

-Jojo Mansion-

"It's in a week," Princess said in that nasally voice of hers. She was lying next to Brick beside the indoor pool. It was too cold outside to be outdoors.

"What is?" Brick asked, not because he was interested, but because he knew that she would keep pestering him until he responded.

"Your birthday of course," she answered with a smile. "What present would you like?"

"A tie," Brick answered quickly, hoping that would be the end of it. He closed his eyes and imagined he was somewhere far away.

"You ask for that every year. I want to get you something different this year. Anyone could get you a tie. I want to give you something only a girlfriend would give her boyfriend."

"Why would you want to do that?" Brick asked with his eyes still closed.

Princess sat up. "Because I'm your girlfriend aren't I?"

"When did I agree to that?"

"You invited me to your family party. Usually your mom invites me, but you did it yourself."

"My mom told me to. She said I was too old to go to a party without a date."

"But I told everyone at school about us. You know that, and you didn't argue."

Brick rolled onto his side, facing away from Princess. "It got those annoying girls at school to stop chasing me. If I knew that you actually believed I was your boyfriend I would have stopped you from telling anyone that lie."

"It doesn't have to be a lie. We're perfect for each other, your mother already likes me, we're both rich and look at me, I'm adorable."

Brick laughed. All the plastic surgery in the world wasn't going to make him attracted to her.

"Okay, those girls at school can get really annoying. Since I'm already used to your irksome behavior, let's just continue to pretend to date."

Princess smiled as if she had just won a prize.

-Bullet Private School-

Brick smiled as he sank into the soft leather couch. The RRB used the old observatory as a headquarters at school. They had everything they needed up there, a huge flat screen T.V, a comfy couch, their own mini fridge stocked with all their favorite foods and a state of the art security camera system.

Boomer grabbed a soda and went to sit next to Butch. Just as he got there he tripped over a game controller and spilled the whole bottle on Brick. Boomer slowly got up, he wasn't sure if he should prepare for a fight or run for his life.

Brick stood up and wiped of his face. "I guess I'll have to wear the school uniform today."

Boomer waited for the yelling to begin, but Brick just walked off to get a spare uniform from the closet.

"Wait, that's it? No punching or kicking? You didn't even yell." Boomer watched in shock as Brick straitened his tie. He looked different in green.

"I guess I'm in a good mood today." Brick sat down at the monitors. There was a camera in every classroom, along every hallway, even in the outside areas. Brick focused on camera seven, it was displaying a classroom and Brick didn't want to miss one moment of it.

-Classroom-

"Okay class please put away your books." Blossom's math teacher said as he rummaged through his desk.

"Are we leaving early?" One hopeful student asked.

"No, pop quiz."

The class let out a collective groan. Not even Blossom was looking forward to this. When the teacher handed Blossom her test she looked over it and sighed. Twenty questions, it would probably take the whole class period to finish it.

"You have fifteen minutes starting now," the teacher said.

Blossom's mouth dropped. How could she finish this in fifteen minutes? She looked around to see if anyone was as panicked as she, but everyone was concentrating on their own tests. Blossom decided it must be one of those do-your-best tests and focused on answering her questions.

She felt proud that she was able to finish twelve questions in fifteen minutes. Blossom turned in her test and returned to her seat as the teacher graded each one.

-RRB-

Brick smiled as he watched his target squirm with confusion. In only fifteen minutes part of his revenge would be complete.

"Hey, what are you watching?" Boomer asked from behind Brick. "Isn't that the girl who kicked you in the face?"

"Thanks for the pleasant reminder," Brick mumbled.

"She's kinda cute."

Brick frowned. "What part of that demon is cute?"

"Take away the bow and add some make-up and she'd be just as pretty as the rest of the girls here."

"What do you know? You would date any girl that moves." Brick returned his attention to the screen.

"True," Boomer said, getting bored and joining Butch playing video games.

Brick leaned forward when the moment finally came. He watched as the auburn haired demon was called to the front of class. His grin widened as he saw her face fall at the news her teacher told her.

"What the hell has you grinning like that?" Butch asked walking over to Brick.

"Revenge in progress."

Butch looked at the screen to see a girl in a bright pink bow with her head on her desk. She looked like she just found out the world was going to end.

"What did you do, shoot her dog?" Butch asked. What could he have done to make her react like that?

"Worse, I just gave the demon her first F."

"Oh no, what are you going to do next? Make her tardy for class?" Butch said, pretending to shake with fear.

Brick simply rolled his eyes. "Scholarship kids must maintain a B average to stay in school. If she fails all her classes, which I intend to make sure she does, she'll be kicked out by the end of the month."

"So you figured this out, got her schedule, and got all her teachers to agree to this in two days?"

"Pretty much."

"Remind me not to piss you off."

-Lunch Room-

"I don't get it," Blossom said to Elmer as they ate lunch together. Her head was on the table and she hadn't touched her food. How could she, when she was sure she'd only end up with an F in lunch eating. "How did I go from all A's to all F's?"

"You must have underestimated how hard these classes would be. You'll get the hand of it in no time," Elmer assured her.

"I better; if I don't start getting A's again I'll be kicked out of school." Blossom looked like she was on her death bed.

"Don't worry, I won't let that happen." Elmer smiled to try to lighten her mood, but Blossom's spirits refused to be lifted.

-Chocolate shop-

Blossom could barely concentrate at her job after school. She was supposed to be excited that Bubbles had an interview with the chocolate shop today, but she couldn't even fake a smile.

Bubbles sat nervously at one of the restaurant's many tables. She had hoped that being near Blossom would make her feel better, but Blossom looked so depressed she was only making Bubbles feel worse. She desperately wanted to ask Blossom what was wrong, but she had already gotten her in trouble once and didn't want to risk it. Instead, Bubbles was forced to think about the only other people this place reminded her of.

She thought about Boomer and her mother. She used to come here with her mother all the time after playing in the park. Her favorite part about the walk home was the chocolate shop. It was those moments when she felt like the most special girl in the world. Buttercup had Mr. Pete at the gym, Blossom had dad in his lab and Bubbles got her mom and the park.

Bubbles was shaken from her thoughts by the call of her name. She looked up to see Kristin, the shop keeper she remembered from so long ago. She was now the manager of the restaurant and apparently in charge of interviews.

"Bubbles Utonium, it really is you."

Bubbles stood up and smiled. "Miss Kristin, you remember me."

"How could I forget? This interview is over, you needn't bother wait for a call." Kristen immediately turned to leave.

Bubbles stood there with her mouth wide open. She didn't understand what just happened. Kristen was always so nice to her.

"Wait!" Bubbles called after the woman who was seconds away from the door. "There aren't many places around here that will hire a high school girl. I don't have the money for bus fair, I need a job I can walk to. I need this job, it's my only option."

Kristin stopped but didn't bother to turn around. "After what you did eight years ago, I'm surprised you even thought this restaurant was an option." Kristen quickly went through the door, leaving Bubbles to sink into her seat in defeat.

She could feel the hot tears building on her bottom eyelids. Bubbles bit her lip and looked towards the ceiling, refusing to let them fall.

When she finally decided it was safe to look down she was surprised to see a small scoop of chocolate ice-cream in front of her.

I didn't order this, Bubbles thought. She looked around to see Blossom smiling sadly at her.

The small gesture seemed to say it all. Blossom was trying to make her feel better after failing to get the job. At least that meant that she didn't have to actually say the words. Just thinking about that conversation was making her tear up again. Bubbles tried to focus on her ice-cream and not her failure. As soon as she was finished she would simply look for another job. She may not have many options, but it wouldn't be impossible to find a decent job.

"Bubbles?"

Bubbles looked up to see Boomer sitting across from her at the booth. He was still wearing his school uniform and looked amazing in it, but Bubbles hadn't forgotten the way he treated her a week ago.

"Yes?" she said coldly.

"So that is your name."

Bubbles gasped from shock. She completely forgot that she was supposed to be Brittney around him.

Boomer was now completely sure it was her. The girl from his past.

-Flashback-

Boomer waited for her again today. He was hoping that this would be one of the few days that she and her mother would come in and actually buy a piece of chocolate, although Boomer always gave Bubbles a piece for free.

He was going to talk to her today. Maybe he would say hi. If he was really brave, he could tell her a joke. Kristen told him that girls like guys who can make them laugh. He even bought four joke books for the occasion.

2:50pm, she always came around this time. Boomer stared out the display window. It was raining so she might not stop to stare at the chocolate today, but he hoped that he could catch a glimpse of her as she went by.

3:00pm, where was she? He looked at every person who walked by, but she wasn't there.

3:30pm, "Boomer, where are you going? It's raining outside," Kristen, the shopkeeper said.

Boomer paused with the door handle in hand. "I just want to get some fresh air," he said, looking up at her innocently.

Kristin sighed. "At least take an umbrella."

Boomer frowned. It was only going to take up time, but he got the umbrella anyway and quickly left.

He searched the dark side walk. People were everywhere, some walking slowly under an umbrella, some running past with their hands over their heads; one was just sitting on the curb. He recognized this one as Bubbles. Her rain coat didn't have a hood, so her pig tails dripped with water. It didn't look like she noticed; her eyes were glued to the ground.

As Boomer walked closer he could hear her sniffling.

Is she crying? Where is her mother?

Boomer walked a bit faster, finally stopping close enough so that his umbrella was keeping the rain off her.

Bubbles noticed the sudden lack of rain and looked up. Her eyes were red and puffy. Boomer hated how sad she looked. She was too beautiful to ever wear a frown. He wanted to tell her that, but like always nothing came out. Instead, he held his hand out to her and to his joy, she took it.

He walked back to the chocolate shop slowly, not wanting to let go of the small trembling hand that was gripping his so tightly. Inside, he gave Bubbles a blanket and a piece of chocolate. He sat on the bench next to her and watched her eat the chocolate like he always did. He felt guilty that he was glad her mom wasn't there to make her go home.

After Bubbles finished the chocolate she got up to leave. "Thank you," she said as she was about to walk out.

Boomer grabbed her wrist.

Wait, don't go. Stay as long as you like. He wanted to say these things to her, but all that came out was.

"Hello!"

Boomer froze. After three months of not being able to talk to her, of all the things to say at this point, hello? But Bubbles did something he didn't expect. She laughed. It wasn't the giggle he had grown used to hearing from her; it was a whole hearted laugh.

-End Flashback-

Bubbles stared at the table. She couldn't face Boomer, not only did he think she was some sort of prostitute, but now a liar as well. "How did you find out my real name?" She asked in a whisper.

"It wasn't too hard. You haven't changed that much over the years. Why did you lie to me about it?"

"Changed? You mean you are the same Boomer from the chocolate shop?" Bubbles asked. She was sure the Boomer she remembered wasn't the son of multimillionaires.

"I thought you knew. Well it doesn't matter. The fact still remains that you lied." Boomer was growing angrier with every word. "I guess it's a habit of yours. You just lie and lie until you've hurt everyone." Boomer's voice was filled with so much rage he barely recognized it. He had been holding these feelings back for so long. Instead of the anger slowly disappearing with time it only seemed to grow stronger.

He could recall the last time he saw Bubbles perfectly.

-Flashback-

After the day Boomer finally spoke to Bubbles, she came into the store everyday to talk to Boomer. She explained to him that her mother was sick and had to stay in the hospital. Boomer explained to her that chocolate makes people feel better and gave her a chocolate everyday for her mom.

The months came and went and by the time Bubbles was almost eight, Boomer was sure that he loved her. He was going to ask her to be his girlfriend on her eighth birthday.

"I'm turning eight tomorrow," Bubbles said happily as she nearly danced into the shop.

"Someone is becoming a young lady soon," Kristen said.

"You sure seem excited about it," Boomer said as he sat down on what he deemed was their bench.

"It's not just my birthday, it's my sisters' birthday as well, but you want to know the best part?"

"Cake and ice-cream?"

"No, silly. My mom said she's feeling much better. She might even be able to celebrate with us tomorrow!" Bubbles couldn't contain her excitement. She twirled around as if in a ballet performance.

"That's great," Boomer said, getting dizzy watching her spin.

Bubbles stopped spinning and sat on the bench with Boomer, looking into his eyes. "It's all thanks to you and your chocolate. It really works!"

Boomer beamed. "I told you it would work."

Bubbles smiled and kissed him on the cheek. They both turned redder than tomatoes.

"I…I got to go," Bubbles stammered out.

"S…see you tomorrow," Boomer wasn't any more composed.

The next day Boomer dressed for the occasion. He even wore a tie; everything had to be perfect today.

Kristen couldn't stop smiling whenever she looked at Boomer sitting on the bench waiting for Bubbles. He looked like a man getting ready to propose. Next to him sat a blue box with the very expensive and delicious chocolate Bubbles had been staring at since the first day she walked by the shop. In his hand was a smaller box that held something much more important. It was a silver and sapphire charm bracelet.

Brick had explained it to him when they were at the jewelry store. When a man gives women jewelry it means different things.

"A ring is like an unbreakable bond. It means you want to be hers forever. Never give a girl a ring. It means you lost. A necklace is like a collar. It means that you want control over her. A bracelet is like handcuffs. It means you want to walk together with her."

Boomer liked the sound of that 'walk together with her.'

It was dark before Boomer realized that she wasn't coming. He began to worry. What if something happened to her? He realized that he had no way of contacting her. She didn't own a cell phone and he had no idea where she lived. He didn't even know her last name. All he could do was hope she would come the next day.

The next day came and went and she still wasn't there. She wasn't there the day after that or the day after that.

Boomer waited everyday for a year, but she never came. Eventually Boomer stopped waiting. He stopped going to the chocolate shop all together and stopped doing anything that reminded him of the horrible girl who never even said bye.

-End Flashback-

She was Boomer's first and last broken heart. After that day he had trouble trusting any girl and decided that he rather be the one to hurt them before they could hurt him.

"You don't understand," Bubbles said, finding the courage to look him in the eyes. "I couldn't come back here."

"You should have at least told me you weren't coming back."

"What does it matter anyway? I was just another customer."

Boomer practically jumped out of his seat. "You weren't just another customer; you were more than that, I…" Boomer stopped himself before he could tell Bubbles how he felt about her. No, how he used to feel about her. He no longer had those feelings towards her. She was just a regular girl now.

"You what?" Bubbles asked, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"I…uh…never mind." Boomer composed himself before turning to leave. "I'll at least have the decency to say good bye."

Bubbles watched Boomer go. She wanted to tell him to not to leave, but if he did not she wouldn't be able to tell him why she didn't come back. The memory was too much to handle.

Blossom walked up to her sister and picked him the melted ice-cream. "I saw that boy talking to you. How do you know him? He wasn't bullying you was he?"

"No, he wasn't bullying me," Bubbles said softly. She looked at the door Boomer left through and wondered if she would ever see him again. "I get the feeling I was more of the bully."

Blossom looked at her sister in pure confusion. How could Bubbles bully anyone?

A/N: Wow, I only said Buttercup once in this chapter. She'll get more love soon. So if you're still reading even after my long absence, review please :D