A/N: Yes, I know I said I was going to have a chapter up on the week of the ninth and this is the week of the sixteenth, but I have a good excuse. The keys on my laptop stopped working all because I spilled a little apple juice on it, and even though I have quite a lot of devices in my house that I could have post this chapter on I couldn't bring myself to do it, for many reasons including heat, slow internet, and an unbelievably terrible battery. So anyways enough of this little rant so we can get on with the story!
Boomer's Homeless Heart
Chapter 7: Stormy Skies
Signs of evening loomed near; owls hooted, the sun set, and the crickets began their annoying songs. Boomer gathered up the firewood, figuring it was about time to to start a fire. With all his careful actions you'd think he was focus on his work, but his mind was far from the work and to the right of him where a girl lazed around on a log.
Although Bubbles was grateful for Boomer setting up her tent, and the fish he caught, and the unintended lesson on how to purify water she wasn't all that comfortable with allowing him to do all the work. She was perfectly capable of doing anything he had done. Well except for catching fish, but she could pick berries. She also couldn't purify water, but she didn't even know that people purified water so that wasn't a surprise.
Rising to her feet, determined to get him to allow her to at least help with the fire, Bubbles gave Boomer her sweetest smile. "Need any help?"
Boomer sized her up, scoffed, before shaking his head.
Bubbles huffed, and crossed her arms. It wasn't fair, all she had done since venturing into the forest was sit around and watch Boomer try to be a man.
"But I can be useful. I was a girl scout, you know?" Bubbles boasted, with a smirk.
Boomer stood up right from his leaning position, and looked Bubbles straight in the eye. "I don't think knowing how to sell heart attack enducing sugar cookies to jolly, old, fat people pertains to makin' a fire sweetheart," he mocked. And with that last comment Boomer returned to making a fire.
Bubbles pouted, "That's not all we did."
"Doubt it."
"I can make a fire!"
Why do I keep talking like we're friends? Why does she just make me want to be nice and mean to her at the same time?
"Stop whining pesky girl. Has anyone ever told you that you were irritating?"
"My sis-"
"Rhetorical question." Boomer sighed. Bubbles blushed, before retreating to the log she was sitting on. Hmphing and rest her chin in the palms of her hands Bubbles watched Boomer attempt to create a fire.
He rubbed the two pieces of wood together. Every time no fire was produced, not even a spark. Boomer was getting pretty agitated by this fact; he was the irritable type. Anything and pretty much everything got on his last nerves at one point. Boomer turned his head towards Bubbles and glared.
"Do you have to look at me while I do this? You're throwing off my focus."
Bubbles giggled. "I don't think that's your problem. Oh and I'm pretty sure," Bubbles popped her imaginary collar," you make a fire by using a magnifying glass for this."
"Idiot, we need sun for that."
"Oh." Bubbles sulked. Why do I always have to make myself look stupid in front of him?
"You know what? I would assume the weather will be warm tonight considering how hot it was today." Boomer gave up, tossing the wood to the side, annoyed. He grumbled profanities under his breath about how he felt about making a fire. When no remark came from his partner Boomer casted a glance behind. A glance that didn't make it seem like he cared so much. Even though he defiantly did he would never ever in a million years would admit it.
When he looked Bubbles' whole body seemed to be engulfed in an angelic, white light, a glow. Her blonde hair flew behind as if she were some sort of model in front of a fan and with her shimmering blue eyes brimmed with innocence and curiosity all that was missing from her angelic appearance was a pair of large, white angel wings. For split second Boomer thought he saw a pair of them, however they weren't white they were black. Soon enough the whole image of Bubbles being some sort of beautiful angel with miscolored wings was gone. He looked away from her, and back to the pile of fire wood on the floor. Attempting to take his mind off of the sight he had seen, or what he thought he saw Boomer picked up the fire wood again.
Because Boomer was trying so hard to focus on the wood he didn't notice the forest animals frantically searching for shelter or the pick of the wind. Well he didn't notice until the sudden sprinkles of rain turned into an all out downpour!
"Retreat!" shouted the chaperone from before. Boomer threw glance over his shoulder to see what all the ruckus was about. It was pretty hard with all the rain blocking his sight, but it wasn't hard to notice that all the students were rushing towards the chaperone. "Okay kids," Mr. Chaperone had to yell to get his voice heard over the storm and panicking children, "calm down. We're, in an orderly fashion, going to head back to the bus."
Blossom, who was trying to listen to instruction, felt anger boil inside her. "SHUT UP! UNLESS YOU ALL WANT TO DIE I SUGGEST YOU LISTEN TO OUR CHAPERONE!" Blossom wasn't much of a yeller, but she was a leader, and a firm, strict one at that. The kids quieted down, causing Blossom to smile triumphantly.
Boomer turned back towards where Bubbles was once seated and was quite shocked to see that she wasn't there anymore. He tried not to panic as his eyes searched the surrounding area. When he spotted her starting towards the woods in a stumbling manner he could only arch an eyebrow. It was either follow her in there or go to safety.
~Boomer's Homeless Heart~
(Boomer's P.O.V)
Letting out a sigh I began to chase after Bubbles. Being a good person I couldn't just allow her to venture into those woods alone in the pouring rain, it was dangerous. And it didn't help that Bubbles was a very fragile girl. Okay maybe I'm not all that good of person, but I didn't want to be responsible for the loss of my partner.
I couldn't figure out why Bubbles was walking like a zombie and why she was heading into these woods. The image of Bubbles blank expression flashed in my head, but it didn't really help.
Finally catching up to Bubbles I pinned her up against one of the many trees that provide little protection from the rain. I had to unless I wanted her to start wandering off again. For a couple minutes she struggled to free herself from my grip, however it came to an abrupt stop when the woods grew a notch darker.
"Eeek," Bubbles squealed, pulling me closer to her to her. A blush formed on my face as I realized that my face was being squashed against a pair of breasts! "I hate the dark and it's raining!"
"You just noticed," I muttered, almost incoherently due to boobs that muffled my voice.
"Yeah," Bubbles voice got silent as she continued, "The last few minutes have been like a daze to me. I remember seeing this bright, white light," I cocked an eyebrow at this, but shook it off. Only thoughts of death came to my mind when she said bright, white light. "And the light was talking to me, It told me to follow it. My limbs seemed to be possessed or something. It was scary."
"Everything's scary to you isn't it." Bubbles smashed her fist against my head, but still held me tight. She's really makes it hard for me to like and dislike her, I thought I felt Bubbles lower herself to the ground, unfortunately taking me down with her. "Oi! Do you ever think this uncomfortable for me!" I couldn't help, but shout. If I had stayed like that for one more second smelling her sweet scent of vanilla I think I would've gone insane, not knowing what to do with myself.
"I'm sorry. It's just I don't have Octi with me so I need something else to cuddle," Bubbles admitted. Her voice hitched as if she were going to start crying or something. Okay here's the thing: I do not do well with crying girls! That was the only reason why when I sat up and pulled Bubbles into some sort of embrace. The one and only reason. I didn't want her to start wailing on me. The warmth of her body on mine almost made me forget that we were lost in the woods, it raining cats and dogs, and that I wasn't supposed to be being nice to this girl! I'm trying not to get close to her but she always seems to pull me in every time I get the farthest away from her.
Damn, Bubbles why do you have to be so captivating?
"We should get to searching for the bus in the morning," I suggested, with a yawn.
"What if they leave without us," Bubbles panicked, looking up into my eyes. Even though the rain was kind of blinding I could see the pure concern in her innocent blue eyes. I felt my lips turn up into a smile.
"Don't worry about it and get some sleep." I dozed off that night smiling, and with Bubbles in my arms.
THIS GIRL IS RUINING ME!
~Boomer's Homeless Heart~
"This wont do... hmm... this one." When I regained consciousness I found myself comfortable, which was weird since I was supposed to be sleep on a hard, jagged fucking tree! Another weird thing about when I awoke was that Bubbles wasn't in my arms and I'll admit that I panicked a little. Key words: a little!
That was chapter 7, review if you liked or just want to give me constructive criticism, whichever =)! Almost finished with this story, only like 4 or 5 more chapters left to go! :'(
See you guys next Monday, hopefully...
~PlumpysWorld
