CHAPTER 10: WHAT HAD THAT KISS MEANT?

ME: Finally found some time-and wi-fi-to write.

BRICK: I was hoping for a bit longer…

ME: Uh…no.

BUTTERCUP: *chasing* Michelle! Get back here!

MICHELLE: I told you; the author made me! *runs by, points at me*

ME: …Anyways, Boomer; disclaimer?

BOOMER: …She owns nothing besides her own OC's and the storyline; now read on and please leave a review…

Chapter 10: What Had That Kiss Meant?

One kiss.

That one kiss can change many things.

What you think of a person or what a person thinks of you, what you think of kissing, your feelings…

Or they can keep things.

A person's opinion on you or your opinion on a person can stay the same. So could your thoughts about kissing.

But feelings will always change after a kiss.

And that one kiss…

It was ice cold, not warm and loving. It was sparking, ready to set flames, not setting off fireworks. It wasn't gentle. It was harsh and cold.

So why couldn't he pull away? He had superpowers, didn't he? He was powerful enough, wasn't he?

So why couldn't he?

Why was he forced to stand there, feeling dizzy and icy cold despite the heat of two bodies and one kiss, frozen to the spot?'

Why couldn't he have flown away?

Kisses could be tempting and warm, short and sweet, with a light, feathery touch. Or it could be a passionate and longing fire, full of a fierce, protective love that warmed you, setting off fireworks in your head. There were also the cold ones filled with lust or one-sided love.

So many kisses, and they're all different. Each has their own special meaning that counts when you kiss someone. And hopefully, it's someone special, your kiss being sweet.

But kisses could mean nothing, or they could mean something. Anything. Or…everything. Every single feeling and thoughts could mean any of that to you.

Kisses that meant everything were the ones that meant true love, filled with longing and passion, but gentle and warm at the same time.

Other kisses hurt. Maybe it means good-bye, or that the love you thought you had wasn't real, or they were just filled with pain. But some kisses healed; these are filled with love and determination.

Broken hearts can be mended, but some more slowly than others. Kisses can be one of the ways to help mend it, but they need to be real-you can't just do it because you feel like you need it. Despite that, kisses may only play a small role. The rest is all up to you.

Love and lust aren't the same. They're different in so many ways. Lust is one of the Seven Deadly Sins, and with a kiss out of lust, it'd just be cold and empty, heartbreaking even. Bt love is the opposite; filled with passion, determination, care, longing, protectiveness, and just filled with…well, love.

All of these makes up a kiss and gives it meaning.

But what about that kiss? What had that kiss meant?

Bubbles sighed, flopping onto her bed while hugging Octi. "You know how I feel, don't you?" she asked quietly.

Octi lay in her arms, his half-closed eyes staring back at her.

Bubbles looked away.

She got up and turned on her laptop. After it was done loading, she felt sick at the latest "Internet sensation".

Michelle kissing Boomer.

Bubbles wasn't stupid. She had already managed t figure out that the texts Hailey had sent out was to tell everyone what Michelle was going to do to Boomer…well, mostly everyone.

Bubbles wanted to puke. Why did this have to happen to her, or to anyone?

Comments hated on her and Michelle.

"'You got what you deserved, Bubbles. And I think it was worth it. Having all those millions of viewers watch me get humiliated can now watch YOU get humiliated.'"

Bubbles knew that was Michelle. Again, who wrote such mean comments anyway?

But once again, a top comment surprised Bubbles.

"'Why'd you do that? What did you get out of it, Michelle? You've humiliated yourself this time, and you've humiliated others besides Bubbles too. Leave her, and everyone else, alone next time. PLEASE. Butch is still right.'"

Others were from Townsville High, saying things like "'Whoa, Michelle! Is that you?'" or "'Show them who's boss!'"

Sighing, Bubbles shut down her laptop, crawling into bed. "I just don't know anymore, Octi."

She looked up at her ceiling. Had that kiss really meant anything? How did Boomer feel about it…?

Boomer sat back at his desk, feeling his lips, which he'd bitten so much it had began bleeding.

What had that kiss meant?

Sighing, he got up and glanced at his blue cell phone.

…It needed to be recharged.

Bubbles glanced at her cell phone. Her mysterious caller hadn't called at all, and she wasn't sure if she wanted him to.

But then her phone rang, and she picked it up. "Hello?" she asked, taking a deep breath.

"You okay, Bubbles?" asked her mysterious caller. "That kiss scene was pretty hectic."

Bubbles nodded. "I know, but I'm fine now."

"Really?" he asked, sounding skeptical. "Well, I'm not sure what Michelle was thinking. But that was harsh."

Bubbles didn't reply. She didn't know how to.

He sighed. "Sorry, sorry," he apologized hastily. "I didn't mean it like that…" he trailed off.

She giggled. This was what she liked about him; he always knew what to say. "It's okay," she said.

He laughed a bit. "Well, I'm glad. So do you know who I am yet?" he asked.

Bubbles blushed then. "Sorry, no."

"It's okay," he chuckled. "You'll see later. Anyways, I have to go. Bye; talk to ya later!"

"Bye," she replied, smiling a bit.

And then they hung up.

Bubbles flopped back onto her bed, hugging Octi again. "I still have people to hold onto," she reminded herself. "And I'll keep trying."

What had that kiss meant?

ME: Alright, that's all for today. So what do you think that kiss meant?

BUBBLES: *sniffs* That was depressing…

BOOMER: I know…

BUTCH: Review…please? *puppy-dog eyes*

ME: *blinks* You…said "please"…

BUTCH: *glares* Yeah? So what?

ME: He said "please"! But yes, please review!