Ch. 9-Who is Comfort?
I ran down the stairs.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. 'I need to see Jack,' I thought. I ran to his house, knocked, and the door opened to Cliff.
"Cliff!" I said, jumping back in surprise.
He laughed. "Came to see Jack, eh?" He asked. "JACK!" He yelled. "YOU HAVE A VISTOR! A CUTE ONE!"
Jack came to the door, and smiled. "Hey Bloss." He said. "I'm having a party. Come in!" He grabbed my hand and led me inside.
"Hey Blossom." Grey said, scooting closer.
Jack chuckled. "Back off buddy, she's mine." He said.
"Aww." Grey said, laughing.
"Who wants something to eat?" Jack called. Everyone nodded. I shook my head. Not exactly what you call comfort. Jack stood up and walked to the kitchen.
I looked around. He had everything. Big bed, kitchen, vase, it was almost like⦠'No' I shivered as I told myself. 'He is not planning to marry you yet. But-' a knock interrupted my thoughts.
"Who is it?" Jack said, frowning as he mixed cookie dough.
Grey opened the door. "Go away, Rick." He said, closing the door. Rick stopped the door with his foot.
"Blossom, where is she?" Rick asked.
"None of your beeswax, bub." Kai said. "I can't blame her leaving your ugly face."
"He's not ugly!" I cried. "He has the sweetest, kindest face I've ever seen!"
"Be quiet for a moment." Jack hissed.
"Blossom!" Rick said, "I love you, I never hated you!" The door slammed, and Grey returned after locking the door.
I cried. I loved Jack, but I loved Rick too! Who was my real comforter? I needed to decide to whom I belonged, or I might be in trouble.
