Stphne: Hey everyone! So, we haven't been updating…
Miyoreos1023: Yeah…we kind of failed at that…also at the title...yeah we don't have a really good title :p
Stphne: But, we actually updated quite some time ago. However, for some unknown reason Fanfiction didn't send out the little alert to tell you all that we updated.
Miyoreos1023: So basically what Stphne is trying to say is that you should go back and read Chapter 27 before reading this if you haven't already.
Stphne: Also, some of you have been wondering who writes which chapters. Typically I write Buttercup and the boys. Miyoreos writes Blossom and Bubbles. I wrote two Blossom chapters towards the beginning though due to Miyoreos having writer's block.
Miyoreos1023: Similarly, some of you have been requesting that we do certain points of view but we kind of planned it for it going in a certain pattern (e.g. Blossom to Buttercup to Bubbles to the Boys/Miscellaneous and then back to Blossom) We want to represent them all pretty equally.
Stphne: Anyways, without further ado, here's Chapter 28.
Miyoreos1023: R & R! And as always, we are but poor University Students. We own basically nothing.
Exhaling deeply, I opened the car door and stepped out. I couldn't help but replay the shocked faces of my brothers once they finally saw my 'transformation'.
"Holy fuck, Boomer, I see you've turned into Bubble's little bitch."
I glared at him, my hand moving to push up my glasses, only to find they weren't there. "Oh, shut up Butch."
Brick glanced up from his paper, "Ignore the idiot; he's just worried you're going to take all his women."
"Woah, please. Boomer? Taking my ladies? That's a good one. Dumb fuck couldn't get them if he tried. They're all Grade-A hotties."
Brick snorted, "If the caliber of women I've seen you go out with is what you call hot then we'd better put out a bulletin warning the community to hide their livestock."
"What are you talking about? I could get any woman I wanted."
This time, I was the one who snorted. "I bet you can't get Buttercup. She'd rather gnaw her own hand off than go on a date with you."
Brick looked at me, one of his eyebrows raised, "Hell, she'd probably gnaw off her whole leg to avoid going on a date with this douche bag."
"Probably even give up her superpowers."
"Hey! What the hell is that supposed to mean? Buttercup would jump at the chance to date me!"
Giving him a look, I patted him on the back, "There, there. We can't have them all."
"What the fuck are you guys talking about? I can have them all! I am Butch fucking Jojo. All the girls want me!"
"Come on, Cassanova," Brick said, shaking his head, "We're going to be late for school."
Which brings me to the current situation: actually getting out of the car.
"Hello! Earth to Boomer! Fuck you're stupid." Butch said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I felt heat run to my face. I glance around, noticing people looking at us. Or rather, staring at me. Immediately the heat from my face was gone instead was sheer panic.
"Huh," Butch said, noticing the on-lookers. "What? You never seen an idiot before? Fuck off!" He yelled before pausing, "Except you." He said, pointing at a brunette in a pair of tight jeans and heels, "Yeah, how 'bout I walk you to class." Turning to look at me, he winked, "I was just fucking with you from before, though. You look nice. Catch ya on the flip-side." Before I knew it, Butch was gone.
"Wow, typical Butch, school hasn't even begun and he's already hitting on…" I began turning to look at Brick but he had disappeared. "Huh." Slowly, I made my way to the front of the school. Everything looked and felt so different. No longer were my glasses framing my view, but also the constant swish of hair against my forehead was distracting to say the least. I tugged on them, hoping I had styled them correctly. Everyone's eyes were on me, which didn't help the way I was feeling either.
"They won't grow any faster if you keep tugging on them," a voice from my side teased, grabbing my hand away. Looking down, I sighed in relief: Bubbles. "Besides you should stop worrying! Your new haircut looks great!" She said, smiling up at me.
It was quite cute, the way her hair brushed the sides of her face because I was so tall and she was so petite. I felt a squeezing in my chest, like someone had grabbed my internal organs and rearranged them. As she took in the rest of my outfit, I could feel that feeling move down to my stomach and stay there. I coughed, rubbing at my chest. "They feel funny…I haven't had bangs since, I dunno, kindergarten? Plus everyone's staring! And these clothes feel so new…" I ran my hand through my hair, frustrated. Everything had changed in one day!
"They're staring because you look so much better than you did before!" Suddenly her hands were in my hair, fixing what I had just messed up and on my back, straightening my posture.
"Gee, that makes me feel so much better," I muttered wryly. She sent me a look before swatting my arm playfully.
"Oh you know what I mean!"
"Sure I do." I responded, my chest once again seizing. This couldn't be good. I rubbed my chest again. I needed to leave before it got worse. I glanced at my watch, pretending to look at the time. "Drat I have to go, but I'll see you at lunch?"
"Okay!" Bubbles responded, but I barely heard her over my rush to get away.
"Hey Boomer," I heard a girl passing me in the hall drawl out, "where are you headed, cutie?" Turning my head, I wasn't terribly surprised to find a girl from my previous class flanking my left.
"Yeah, maybe we could accompany you there." I heard another chime in, claiming my right arm in hers.
"Uh, lunch?" I answered confused. We've had lunch together all semester…I guess they really didn't remember me.
"Oh what luck! We're headed there too!" They began tugging me forward, caressing my arms and touching me whenever they had the chance. Okay, what the hell? I looked around, only to notice practically every girl whispering and making side-long glances at me. Looking dead ahead, I noticed a girl from my Biology class give me a wink, mouthing something to me with her hand held up to her face miming a telephone. Call her? I don't even have her number…
Suddenly I felt a hand go in my back pocket, slipping something in there before squeezing and leaving. I jumped, startled by the unexpected presence. Slipping my free hand back into the pocket, I pulled out a slip of paper:
Call me later, Boomer. Maybe we could help each other out with biology. XOXO
Her number was scrawled after it, along with a lip-print. I frowned. This wasn't the first time a girl had passed me her number today. In fact, it was only mid-way through the day and I'd already collected 12 numbers and had half the cheerleading squad accompany me to at least one of my classes.
"Boom-Boom?" A high-pitched voice called me from my side, "What's wrong, baby?" A third girl's hands began stroking my back. Suddenly a fourth pushed her away and began massaging my shoulders. I glance around. Somehow in the five minutes it took to get to the cafeteria, I had picked up at least 5 girls.
"Yeah, Boom-Boom. Tell us what's bothering you." She pouted at me.
"Oh, it's nothing guys. Just, you know, thinking and stuff." Suddenly a murmur broke out about how thoughtful I was, and how they were so glad their 'Boom-Boom' was so unlike other guys. I rolled my eyes internally. Boom-Boom? Since when was I called 'Boom-Boom'? It sounded like some jerk's club name. And secondly, since when did I become their Boom-Boom? Last I remembered they didn't even know I existed. But, if this is what Bubble's thinks I need, who am I to complain?
A rough voice rose through the general murmur. I turned, trying to locate it only to find Ben Hayes talking to a group of his fellow football players. "Yeah, she was totally digging me." I heard him say. I paused, curious as to the rest of the conversation. "Have her in my fucking palm."
"Sweet, Bro. So you gonna ask her out?"
"Yeah, fucking dorky-ass Boomer Jojo was hanging out with her. Probably thinks he can slide in there while she's weak and reeling from her recent break up. Doesn't he know that girls like Bubbles would never date nerds like him? She's already friend-zoned him hardcore."
I frowned, disliking the sinking feeling in my stomach. It's true; Bubbles and I don't exactly run in the same circles. Seriously, what are the chances that someone with Bubbles' social status would want to take someone like me, someone who barely has any friends and has almost no hobbies? My stomach sank lower as the bottom of my chest began to squeeze tighter and tighter and a twinge of hopelessness made its presence known.
Wait, wait. Hold up. What am I thinking about? Dating Bubbles? The idea was almost as ridiculous as saying Butch wanted to become an astrophysicist. Bubbles and I were just friends. That's all we are, and all we'll ever be. This feeling must be because I practically skipped breakfast today. I mean, two bowls of cereal can hardly count as sufficient nutrition. Though, I couldn't shrug off the fact that these feelings all seemed to happen whenever Bubbles was involved.
"Boom-Boom!" A voice demanded.
Shaking my head I answered, "Huh?" God pull it together Boomer. Stop zoning out, especially while thinking about Bubbles.
"I said, what are you thinking about?" The hunger, as I had identified it, set in deeper while memories of Bubbles at the mall played through my head. Ben was right: Bubbles didn't belong with me. She belongs to the Ben Hayes of the world. And the sooner I stopped fantasizing whatever I am fantasizing, the sooner these damn feelings go away. Summoning all my courage, I once again channeled my 'older' brother.
I took my arm from girl's grasp and turning to the girl on my left I ran my fingers through her hair, and rested it on her chin, tilting it up just the way Ben did to Bubbles. "Just how beautiful all you ladies are today. God, how can one man be this lucky as to be surround by all these fine examples of womanhood?" I bluffed as I made my way through the cafeteria doors. A giggle rose from the girls around me.
Throwing back my head in laughter, I realized I was in full Butch-mode. Bubbles waved at me from across the cafeteria. Ignoring her, I brushed some bangs out of another girl's eyes, saying some non-sense to her that made her eyes twinkle. I could see why Butch would choose to be this way. Making all these girls this happy, even for just a moment, is addicting.
"Alright! Let's bring it in!" I yelled out, motioning them with my hands to gather round. "Now, I know that sometimes I may seem a little unfair, but I think we're really improving guys and that if we keep this kind of dedication up, we may just have a chance on beating Citysville."
"Aw, shucks, Butch. You gonna make me blush!" A voice from the back called out. A ruckus of laughter rang out.
"Yeah, yeah. That was pretty fucking sappy." I said, rubbing the back of my head, "Guess you all can give me 40 push-ups so you don't start becoming wusses on me."
The group groaned out loud with glares being sent towards the smart ass that just had to say something. Chuckling, I turned to the other half of the field where my counterpart was whipping her ladies into shape only to be confronted with a conspicuously empty field.
Wait, what the fuck? Looking around, I saw Tina collecting cones just as the some of her teammates were coming out of the locker room, freshly showered. Huh. Shouldn't that be Buttercup's job?
Jogging over to Tina, I called out. "Hey there, pretty lady!" She ignored me, continuing to clean up the field. I cleared my throat, "I've got a question for you." Finally she looked up, an eyebrow raised in expectantly. "What has 147 teeth and holds back the incredible hulk?"
Making a disgusted face she returned to the cones. "Fuck off, Butch." She said wryly, stacking the last cone on the pile. Gathering the rest up, she spun around and trotted towards the locker room.
"Aw, you'd miss me too much!" I said, jogging beside her.
"No. I don't think I would." Tina set down the cones next to the building, and bent over to pick up her water bottle, drawing heavily from it.
"Yeah, you probably would. I mean, come on. You'd miss me."
"No, no I don't think I ever would." She said, matter-of-factly. Wiping her mouth off, she closed the cap, "Now did you actually need something, or did you just come to pester me?"
"Yeah, I need to know where Buttercup is." Tina responded to my question with a suspicious look. I realized how it could come off as suspicious. Buttercup and I never got along. And Tina probably didn't know about the whole potion situation. "She and I have a, uh, project to work on. Together." Shit. Smooth move, Butch. Way to not sound shady at all.
"Right…" Tina said, still looking at me oddly, "Well, I'm not sure where she is."
"I thought you two were supposed to be best friends."
"Doesn't make me her keeper, idiot. All I know is that Blossom showed up, said something to Buttercup, and Buttercup ended practice early. Not that I'm complaining."
"Blossom? Okay. Thanks." Duh, Blossom probably wanted her for that meeting. Shit, am I late?
"You feeling okay? You're actually being…tolerable today."
I jogged backwards, saluting her, "Just peachy!"
"Freak." I heard her mutter under her breath before shaking her head and going into the locker rooms. But you know what? For once, it didn't bother me.
Man, school after-hours. It looked like a ghost town. Any minute I expected tumbleweeds to blow across the hallway, from one empty classroom into another. My shoes squeaked loudly on the tile floors, the reflection of the florescent lights glaring brightly into my eyes.
After talking with Tina, I took a quick shower. I wasn't sure how late I was, but I figured I must be. After all, why else would Blossom have needed Buttercup? I used a bit of my super-human speed to walk just a tiny bit faster. No one was around, so what did it matter that the air behind me turned just the slightest shade darker green than the air on either side of it?
Finally I came to the room Brick said they'd be in. It sounded curiously silent, which was odd simply because if Blossom was anything like Brick lead me to believe, Blossom should be talking their ears off, telling them what to do.
Shrugging, I turned the knob on the door to the classroom. Almost immediately, I wish I hadn't. "Hey I'm…" I cut myself off, unable to process what was before me.
My stomach dropped and my muscles clench. Sitting one once side of the room was Buttercup and Mitch, which under normal circumstances wouldn't be odd. However this was not normal circumstances. I watched as Mitch pulled Buttercup onto his lap, her hands running down his chest as his rubbed up and down her sides.
My heart was beating too hard, too loud. I couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus. All I could feel was wave after wave of this, this, emotion wash over me. It was next to unidentifiable, having only felt it on rare occasions for just the briefest of moments. Suddenly Mitch's hands stopped migrating, to my immense relief. Unfortunately, they stopped at the hem of her shirt and began playing with the little bit of skin that was showing. I couldn't take it anymore.
"What, the fuck, is going on here?" I asked lowly. Gasping, Buttercup lept off of Mich's lap and moved away slightly.
"Oh hey, you guys are back…" Buttercup trailed off, looking everywhere but at me. Taking deep breaths through my nose, I tried to suppress the urge to go beat the smarmy grin off of Mitchelson's face. Why was this affecting me so much? Why did I care? Why does the fact that Buttercup and Mitchelson making out make me both want to puke and punch something at the same time? My head reeled.
"Mitch. I think you should leave," I said, pointing at the door. My head was throbbing. He needed to leave before I made him leave because I could pretty much guarantee if I had to make him leave, it would not be through any door.
"I go wherever I want, Butch and you can't tell me what to do," Mitch replied, his hand reaching towards Buttercups. I felt my eyes narrow into a glare.
"Uh… Mitch actually, you should go," Buttercup pointing at the door. I relaxed, knowing he was leaving.
"If you really want me too," Mitch said, standing up and moving behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he began hugging her, pulling her tightly. My eyes narrowed again. Buttercups eyes closed as she leaned back in to him, enjoying herself. A sigh escaped her mouth and I shut down. I couldn't feel anything. A deep cold set into my body as I noticed her melting into his embrace. Suddenly Buttercup seemed to remember herself being as she ripped herself from his grasp.
"Mitch just…leave." She said, pushing him toward the door.
"See you later." He said in what he thought was a charming voice, winking. What an idiot. He sounded like hadn't shat in five days.
I heard the door click behind me however I was too focused on watching Buttercup. She quickly gathered the blood sample and moved over to Blossom. "Here's your blood sample." Knowing what she was planning, I casually leaned against the door, glaring at her. She spun around, rushing right at me as she attempted to leave only to find she couldn't.
Tina was probably just covering up for her. Blossom probably didn't even go see Blubberbutt. It was probably that little bitch Mitchelson. He was probably horny and needed a good fuck. And who better than our local lacrosse whore?
The cold intensified as my head cleared.
"I didn't know you were the kind of girl who skips practices to make out with her boyfriend," I said lowly, an eyebrow raised.
"He's not my boyfriend! I was just taking a blood sample!"
"What?" I scoffed with disdain, "Through his mouth?" I felt my arms fold across my chest.
"No, from his forearm, where you normally….why the hell do I have to explain this to you? It's not your business to know whom I kiss and whom I don't kiss. What does it matter to you?" I saw the anger spark behind them as the cold sunk in deeper.
"It doesn't matter," I said calmly.
"Then why the fuck do you give a shit?" Buttercup demanded as her hands rested on her hips. Those very hips where Mitch was just touching, stroking, molesting with his fucking presence. There were no words to explain why it mattered. I didn't even understand myself. Why didI care?
"You're right." I blinked at her, cocking my head to the side. "I don't give a shit." I moved past her, feeling her body turn ever so slightly to avoid making contact with mine. And that hurt. More than I ever could have imagined. I felt a sudden heaviness in my chest constricting me along with the deep cold.
"Good!" Buttercup huffed. She stalked over to the opposite side of the room and sat down.
What the fuck was happening? All this rage? Over what? I glared at the girl, angry at her for making me feel…whatever the hell I was feeling. Taking a risk, I glanced over at Buttercup. She sat there, glaring at me, her eyes unwavering. I answered her challenge, glaring back just a fiercely as she was glaring at me.
For all I cared about Blubberbutt, she could fuck Mitchelson all she fucking wanted and produce his bastard children and live in a fucking fairytale land where they all grow fat and die prematurely.
"So when's your cover debut on playgirl going to happen? I need to make sure I pick up a copy."
I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, Chris."
"No, but seriously Boomer, you're actually wanted by the female populace of our school. Whatever Bubbles did to you worked. In all my classes it was 'Boomer this' and 'Boomer that' or 'Hey, what-your-face, you're friends with Boomer, right? Could you mention me to him…?'" Chris mocked in a high girly voice, flipping his hand down with each sentence. I laughed loudly. Chris paused, "Hey…do you think Bubbles could make me over?"
I stopped right outside the auditorium, giving him an appraising look, "Naw, you're way too nasty to be fixed."
Chis laughed good-naturedly while he pushed open the door, "Haha, maybe you're right." The two of us walked in, ready to head to the control room where the light switches were only to stumble onto what looked to be a scene straight out of one of those day-time soap-operas.
"I'll have you know that I've completely moved on from you Jacques!" Pronounced Bubbles with an air of indifference. Wait, she's moved on? My stomach tensed as I thought about who it could be before dropping. Oh, wait. Ben. God, how could I be so stupid. Duh it was Ben. Who did I think it would be? Me?
"Oh really," Princess say snarkily, "And who is the unlucky person that you have 'moved on' to?"
Besides, I assured myself, I don't even like Bubbles that way. It's just in the same way a brother loves a sister. Totally.
If you lived in some backwash country that allowed incest then, yes. Just like how a brother loves a sister, I heard another part of my brain say. I groaned inwardly. There was no way I could like Bubbles, I tried rationalizing with myself, Bubbles is your counterpart, your good counterpart. How could someone whose interest so totally conflict with your own have interest in you?
"Well if you must know, I'm seeing Boomer."
Wait…excuse me? My bag slipped out of my hand with a thump. With a tight feeling in my chest, I made my way over to Bubbles who was too busy watching Princess' face. Climbing up on the stage behind her, I glanced at Princess' shocked face and tugged on her arm.
"Um…what are you doing, Bubbles?" I whispered in her ear, mildly freaked out. Think about it. Her kind of people just didn't belong with my kind of people!
"Please just go with it! I'll explain later!" She whispered back, a smile plastered on her face. No one was going to believe her. There was no way in hell people would believe she was dating me.
"Oh, Bubbles, can I please speak to you in private uh," I paused, trying to play along with the idea of us dating, "babe?" I began tugging her into the small closet near us.
"Of-of course, sweetie!" I heard Bubbles reply although I once again wasn't paying much attention. I tugged her in and shut the door.
"Okay…" I breathed out, releasing my grip on her arm, "what the heck was that?"
"I'm sorry! Jacques and Princess were being so mean. You saw them! There's only so much I can take! I panicked and just said the first thing I thought of!" Bubbles cried, burying her face in her hands. She looked remorseful. I sighed, running my hand through my hair.
She looked like she really needed help. Bubbles helped me. Well, kind of. She was the one who decided I needed help in the first place, but that's really beside the point. Point is that Bubbles helped me and…I haven't really done anything for her.
"Really?" I was the first person she thought of. That had to mean something, right? We trust each other and, well, I don't really have any friends aside from my brothers and Chris.
"Yes! I'm really sorry! I shouldn't have said it!" She said hurriedly, as if trying to appease me. I stared at her confused until it dawned on me. She thought I was angry!
"No…I mean really? That was the first thing you thought of?"
"I came into mind when you thought of boyfriends?" I asked, my voice sounding oddly high. Why was this making me so worried? We were friends. And friends help each other out. Even if it means posing as their boyfriend. But…I couldn't help the feeling when I thought about how Bubbles thought of me when she thought of boyfriend. It was almost the same feeling I got when I was flying. Very near that feeling, except better almost.
"No you silly, you were the first person that came to mind because you're my friend! I couldn't date you, you're like my brother." The feeling was gone. My body almost seemed…empty without it.
"Oh…oh! Of course! You're like a sister to me too!" I laughed, trying to shake the feeling out of my mind. It didn't work.
"Thank god! I wouldn't want you to take it the wrong way," she laughed.
"Right, the wrong way…" I muttered to myself.
"So will you do it?" Bubbles looked up at me, her Blue eyes barely visible in the darkness. They were almost glowing. Superhuman. That's what we were, weren't we?
"Do what?" I said, trying to shake myself from my stupor.
"You know…pretend to be my boyfriend. It only has to be for today," She pleaded, her eyes once again searching.
"I'll be your pretend boyfriend for as long as you need me to." Just stop looking at me in…that way. Like you have hope in me.
"Boomer you're the best!" She threw her arms around me. Surprised, I barely caught her before she pulled back. "Well since we got that sorted out. We should probably go back outside." She moved to leave. Suddenly an idea occurred.
"Wait" I spun her around.
"Hm?"
"Seeing as I'm pretending to be your boyfriend. Won't it look suspicious?"
"Suspicious?" I sighed. She wasn't following me.
"You know…if we came out as if nothing happened in the closet."
"But nothing did happen in the closet." I really didn't want to have to spell it out. Just, it was awkward to describe.
"Right. We should probably rumple ourselves up or something…like you can mess up the buttoning on your shirt" I said, reaching for her buttons without thinking. Suddenly I felt Bubbles brush my hands aside, her face a little red. Shit. I felt my face heat up.
"Okay, I got it. I'll mess up my buttons. You should mess up your hair or something," I went to move my hands, only to become transfixed on Bubbles' own. Slowly, greater amounts of skin were being shown to me. I stared at the darker shadowed part in between her breasts as it grew.
"Boomer!" I blushed.
"Ha…what?" My eyes were free now, I looked everywhere else.
"You aren't messing up your hair." I saw a shadow of her hand reach up to my hair.
"Oh…right." I couldn't focus.
"Oh stop, don't move." She suddenly came closer.
"Wha-?" I stepped back involuntarily as she invaded my senses. Suddenly I felt as though I were falling. Wait. No. I actually was.
"I said don't move!" I heard her cry. Too late though as we were both tumbling onto the miscellaneous boxes in the closet. Random shapes poked into my back painfully.
And then Bubbles landed on me. The air whooshed out of me. She repositioned herself, trying to figure out where exactly she was. Only probably was, well, how she repositioned. Her legs now straddled my body right above my hips. She looked down at me, eyes wide, a silent 'oh' beginning to form on her lips. I closed my eyes tightly trying to focus on things other than the feel of her body on mine. I felt her gazing curiously at me. Quick, Boomer! Think of something!
"Owwww," I said, praying my acting was good enough. If I channel the best liar I know, maybe I can just get out of it.
"Oh my goodness Boomer! Are you okay?"
"I don't think so…" I lied, milking it.
"Did you hurt something?" I felt her visually checking my arms and legs.
"I think…I think I need CPR." I moaned dramatically.
"Boomer!" A gentle smack resounded across my face. Okay, I deserved that. I really needed to stop channeling Butch.
"But in all seriousness could you stop crushing my lungs?"
Suddenly the door opened. My eyes adjusted to the light slowly.
"Is everything alright in here? I heard a…oh," Chris stood in the crack, a look of horror across his face.
"Gosh…um…sorry…I didn't…well I'll just…I'll just be leaving…carry on!" He slammed the door shut.
"Oh god," Bubbles groaned.
"What?"
"Well Chris is going to think we were…" I blushed, though that was the point.
"You know what? Never mind. We should get back outside, Pokettes practice started ten minutes ago," Bubbles said, reaching for the door.
"Oh…right," I dusted myself off following her. My current situation overwhelmed me. Bubbles, my sworn nemesis, and I were friends and, not only that but we were "dating". Not to mention the whole potion thing. And, if I was correct what these odd sensations were, it really couldn't end well. At least things couldn't get weirder.
I sighed deeply. Today was definitely one of those days where you just want to sit down with a cup of coffee and lose yourself in one of the great literary works of the ages. But, I couldn't. After the girls had disappeared into the mass of bodies in the hallway I decided to just get out of there. Butch, still in a rotten mood, growled at anybody unfortunate enough to look at him as he led the way out of the school building.
"Come on, guys! We're going to be late!"
"Aw, Brick! I've only had one and a half bowls of cereal!" Boomer whined, his spoon halfway to his mouth.
"Well hurry it up. How much do you need to eat any ways?" Loud slurping was my only reply as Boomer began shoveling the rest of it down. I rolled my eyes at the mess he was creating. Oh, well. Not my problem. My problem was Butch.
"Butch!" I yelled, "Hurry your ass up, no one gives a shit about your hair."
Butch finally trudged into the room, his hair freshly styled. "Shut the fuck up, Brick."
"Oh, your wit today is on fire."
Butch glared at me. "At least the opposite sex can stand to look at me." I raised my eyebrow at how hostile he was acting. It really was expected given his reaction yesterday, which was still highly curious, especially given the circumstance when he became angry. I asked him about it on the way back from school but he just glared at me and told me to mind my own fucking business.
"Whatever, dumbass, I'll be waiting for you both in the car." Grabbing my school-bag, I headed towards the door. I heard a loud high-pitched zoom and suddenly Boomer and Butch were next to me. Boomer's backpack was slung haphazardly on a single shoulder while Butch's bag was missing all together. Rolling my eyes at Butch's total disregard for education, I heaved open the door.
"Race you down." Butch said with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, you're on!" Boomer replied with a grin, pulling the other strap of his backpack onto his other shoulder before taking off. Two streaks of light were the only signs that I once was walking with two other beings. Smirking a little, I streaked off after them.
"Brick," Butch whined, "Boomer keeps taking all my women. Tell him to knock it off."
Unfortunately, today was the day that all of our classes we had before lunch were right next to each other. Therefore, the fact that we would walk together was mildly unavoidable. I rolled my eyes, opening my mouth to retort.
"Shut up Butch." Boomer replied, "I don't want your bimbo lady-friends. You can have them back."
"That's right, Boomie-Boy's only got goo-goo eyes for one lady now: his widdle girlfriend, Bubbles." Butch said, maliciously, making smooching noises at the end for extra emphasis.
"Shut up Butch!"
"Go do your lady-PMSing somewhere else so I don't catch it, Boom-Boom. God, I can't believe you're with a Puff. That's almost as bad as dating Bridgetta and Henrietta. Oh, wait. No. It's worse." Butch ranted, "I'd rather be dead that dating a fucking Powerpuff Girls. Fucking whorish, goody-two-shoes, know-it-alls who exist for the soul purpose of making my life hard."
"Shut the hell up, Butch! You don't know them at all! You've never even tried to connect to them. Besides, don't take it out on me that Buttercup would rather bring a cave-man back to life and date him than even touch you."
Butch swung around, crossing in front of me in a heartbeat. He grabbed Boomer and slammed him into a locker. The hallway, crowded with hungry students, became still. Butch's hand was on Boomer's throat. His face but inches away from Boomer's own, I barely caught the words he said. "Don't you fucking say that name ever fucking again or so help me I will take everything you ever loved and fucking annihilate it. Including your precious Powerpuff Girls." He said lowly, spitting the last two words out.
"Butch," I said as a warning, "let Boomer go."
Butch's glare darted between me and Boomer and, squeezing tighter just for a second, he roughly released Boomer. "Whatever. I'm out of here. Tell Boomer to keep his pansy-ass pussy feelings to himself next time and to not fucking pollute my air with them." Turning, he stalked down the hallway to the cafeteria.
"That wasn't wise, Boomer."
"I know, Brick." Boomer said, looking down and rubbing his neck. "I know I shouldn't have brought her up, but the way he was attacking me…attacking the Powerpuff Girls…"
"Attacking Bubbles, you mean." I corrected him.
He flushed. "Ye-yeah, I guess."
"I think you're forgetting who we are, and who they are."
"No. I remember." He said, still facing the floor. I felt terrible. Like I was kicking a puppy.
"Good. Don't forget that." I warned him.
"I can't. I'm reminded of the fact every two seconds." We walked together a short ways before either of us spoke again. "You know, that wasn't the only reason I did that."
"Good, 'cause that was really stupid."
"Remember how when we were kids, you and Butch used to always pick on me for being the whimpy one?" Boomer began, "Well, I thought it might help Butch if maybe he had an outlet to take his pent-up aggression out on."
I smiled at him and clasped him on the shoulder. Finally looking up, he smiled back at me. There was a slightly red area beginning to show where Butch had his hand. Boomer, Boomer in more than one way was like a puppy: loyal to the point of stupidity.
"While your intentions were very honorable, I have to say that is still one of the ten dumbest things I've seen you do."
Boomer laughed, "Dumb is my specialty."
