Broken Hearts and Shed tears- Part two
Chapter two- The physical fight
There's two types of pain when you lose a best friend. One is the sick and empty feeling in your stomach. It's what always keeps you depressed when they've been lost. You don't feel like you can talk to anybody about it. You don't cry, but it remains inside you for a very long time while you fester over it. The other type however, is when your ex-best friend REALLY hates you and decides that it would be fun to kick the darn crud out of you. Trust me, even though that's never happened to me, I know it's gotta hurt a LOT worse. Because you're suffering from both types of dreadful pain… and this won't work because I forgot where I was going with this… (agitatedly sighs)… oh forget it, just read the stupid chapter.
The next day, Bloo and Honey sat pondering over their friends.
"This isn't good," Honey sighed.
"You're stating the obvious, Hon," Bloo grumbled agitatedly. Honey faded a deep black and her ears drooped so low they almost touched the floor.
"What are we going to do? We can't just watch them spite each other!"
"I'm thinking, Honey, I'm thinking!"
"Wow, that's a first," Frankie said walking by.
"What if… what if WE start fighting, Bloo? TELL ME WE'LL NEVER HATE EACH OTHER! YOU'RE MY HERO-"
"Honey-"
"I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU-"
"Honey-"
"MY LIFE MEANS NOTHING WITHOUT-"
"ALRIGHT ALREADY! I'M MORE THAN FLATTERED OKAY!" Bloo screamed.
"You seriously don't need to yell, Bloo," Honey remarked. Bloo slapped his forehead. The doors opened and Mac walked in angrily and without so much as a 'hi,' stomped off to another room. Tessa, who hated black and had nothing to do with being a Goth, stormed her way in wearing her same old clothes except they were all black except for her shoulder bag which remained red.
"Hey, dork-face, keep out of my way today alright?" Mac called.
"FINE!" Tessa screamed, "Honey's the only girl I hang out with now anyway!"
"You take that back!"
"Over my rotting corpse!"
"I can arrange that," Mac thundered storming towards Tessa.
"Bite my rear end, nerd!" Tessa barked.
"I can arra-," then Mac stopped as he saw the look of pleasure on Tessa's face. "OH FOR THE LOVE OF-! Just leave me alone!" he growled shoving Tessa backwards. Tessa tried to hide shock, so she returned his gesture.
"Don't you shove me!" she thundered.
"I'll do what I'd like, prep!"
"OH, YOU-!" Tessa threw herself at Mac who was unprepared this time.
"OMG! Stop it!" Honey shrieked. Tessa had pinned Mac down with his face to the floor.
"Ew. Looks like nasty… nastiness," Bloo hurled.
"TAKE IT BACK!" she roared.
"NEVER!" Mac yelled and rolled over pinning Tessa.
"Dude, this is starting to look really wrong…" Bloo said. Honey smacked him.
"You play with Polly Pockets!" Tessa teased kicking Mac off of her.
"You have a big crush on Michel Jackson!" Mac taunted throwing a punch that hit Tessa on her nose causing it to bleed.
"Well, I've never seen him but he's probably cuter than you!" Tessa smiled roguishly wiping blood away from her nose. Mac kind of paused here and scowled before trying to trip her.
"… you know Ritchie's-" (Honey twitches) "- not so bad! You could date him!"
"Don't even go there…" Tessa growled dodging Mac's attack.
"Marry him-"
"Don't you dare say-"
"Have kids with him?"
"AUGH! YOU ARE SO DEAD, PUNK!" Tessa screeched dive-bombing him to the ground. Mac didn't care, he was too busy laughing his head off.
Bloo and Honey were off telling Frankie. When they told her, Frankie jumped up and sped to the foyer.
"Aack! Hey, hey! Knock it off guys!" she panicked. They still didn't listen. She then had to pry them apart. "OK what is going on?"
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! NOBODY LISTENS TO ME ANYWAY!" Tessa shrieked.
"Tess, calm down and-" Frankie started.
"NO! EVERYBODY TAKES MAC'S SIDE! HONEY, I KNOW YOU'RE ON HIS SIDE! I KNOW WHAT I HEARD! I-"
"TESS, FOR ONCE WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN?"
"NO! I ESPECIALLY WON'T TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU!"
"HEY, IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE LITTLE MISS SENSITIVE!"
"SHUT UP!" Tessa barked throwing a fist that Frankie grabbed before it hit the already beat-up eight-year-old boy.
"Tessa, are you listening to me?" she asked suavely.
"No," Tessa sassed.
"Well listen, please," (Thank you Anchorman) " Look, I can help-"
"FRANKIE, THIS MAY OR MAY NOT SURPRISE YOU, BUT I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! OKAY? I WILL DEAL WITH IT MYSELF! I WALK ALONE!"
"I walk alone I walk alone,
I walk this empty street, on the Blvd. Of Broken Dreams…"
"AND NOBODY INVITED GREEN DAY! THEY'RE SUPPOUSED TO BE IN AMERICANIDIOT013'S STORIES!"
"Oh, NOW you tell us," Billie Joe Armstrong complained. Green Day then zoomed out of bloomacncheez's fanfic "Broken Hearts and Shed Tears."
"O….K," Honey said.
"I JUST WANT YOU GUYS TO STOP TRYING! I WON'T BE HIS FRIEND AGAIN! I WON'T TRY TO BE HIS BEST FRIEND! AND I SURE AS HECK WON'T EVER DEVELOP ANY MORE FEELINGS TOWARDS HIM!" Tessa continued.
"I don't think heck is sure," Mac teased.
"Shut up and stay out of my life," Tessa said quietly, "This conversation is over." And she stormed away.
"Ow, that must've hurt," Bloo said.
"No," Mac said.
"Mac!" Frankie said stunned.
"You- you don't like her anymore?" Honey sniffed.
"No."
"Look me in the eyes and say it," Bloo said.
"I hate her," Mac insisted. Bloo stared at Mac incredulously. Because Bloo was created by Mac, he could understand anything about him, including when Mac was telling the truth.
"Mac," Bloo said, "Never, EVER, lie about hating somebody like you just did."
"Um, I know I'm not the smartest creature around," Honey piped up.
"Ya got that right!" Frankie coughed.
"But, I know Tessa well enough," Honey hushed her voice down a little, "to know that she doesn't mean any of that."
"Why are you whispering?" Bloo whispered.
"… For dramatic effect," Honey whispered back. (Thank you Kicking and Screaming.)
"Like Tessa said, I don't need or want your help," Mac said and walked away, leaving Frankie, Bloo, and Honey to sit with confusion.
"What… just… happened?" Frankie stuttered.
"Read chapter one, then you'll understand," Bloo instructed.
"Ah, okay."
TO BE CONTINUED…