"There's a plate for you in the fridge." Blossom offered, with a smile that she hoped wasn't too awkward. She hadn't had much solo interaction with him over the last two days, and since they hadn't talked about things, she didn't really know where she stood with him. It was normally so easy with all of them, so laid back.. Because of her amnesia, she only knew three people. In her whole known existence. These three boys.. and maybe the cashier at the corner store, with how often they went. To Boomer, who had a lifetime of memories, two weeks may not have seemed like long enough to establish a real connection with someone. But to her, being on the outs with one or them was a big deal. Two weeks was her whole life and Boomer, Butch and Brick had become her family.

Boomer was already halfway to the fridge. "Cool, I'm starving."

At the moment they were alone together, the only two in the house, and she was determined to fix things. She stood in the living room, thinking about how to best approach the situation. The situation, being talking to him. She determined last minute that the only thing left to do was come straight out with it. Her feet were already moving before her nerves had a chance to stop her. "Look, Boomer-"

An earsplitting sound of shattering glass cut her off, and she got to the doorway of the kitchen just in time to see Boomer standing over a broken plate of food.

She was speechless as she watched him peering down at the mess on the ground, unmoving. He didn't look at her, he was frozen.

"If you didn't want it, you could have just said so." She joked, trying to lighten the heavy mood. She went to the closet and got the broom and dustpan but Boomer still hadn't moved. She knelt down and began picking up the larger fragments.

"There's glass in my mashed potatoes..." It was just barely over a whisper, so quiet she nearly missed it.

There was glass in the mashed potatoes. There was glass in all of it. "Yeah, I think there's a little floor in it too." She stopped and looked at it briefly, before resuming her cleanup.

"I'm a superhuman, you know." He admitted, casually. "Probably wouldn't hurt that bad if I still ate it."

"Probably not." She told him, piling it all into the dustpan. "The plate is microwavable, want me to heat it up?"

"Kind of."

The whole time he stared down at the globs of splattered mess on the floor, sprinkled with shards of glass, he looked like he was seriously considering the idea.

His dreams died when she dumped it all into the trash, the melancholy already setting in, threatening to loom over his entire life. He sighed, still staring at the floor. At what once was...

Blossom grabbed some paper towel and wiped up the excess food particles, and then disappeared back to the closet, returning with the Swiffer. "Boomer."

"Yeah?" He finally tore his gaze from the ground and looked up at her.

"Can you move over, I need to mop." She laughed.

He took a step to the side and watched silently as she cleaned up the last remaining evidence of his poor leftovers.

"I should have cleaned that up." Boomer admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, you should have." She deadpanned, before leaning the mop up against the wall.

"Are you mad at me?" He looked down at his feet, avoiding her eye contact.

She tousled his hair. "No. I clean up after you everyday."

"Well when you put it like that..." He forced a half smile. "Hey Blossom?"

"Yeah?"

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in for a very unexpected but much appreciated hug. She released the breath she didn't even realize she was holding. The two of them were so relieved to have made up that they didn't even hear Butch and Brick walk in.

"What's going on?" Brick raised an eyebrow, leaning up against the door frame.

Blossom and Boomer pulled apart, but before she could open her mouth to explain, Boomer took her hand and started leading her away.. right past Brick. "I'm stealing your girlfriend."

His confusion had barely set in when he heard Boomer's bedroom door click shut.

"Damn." Butch said. "Baby bro swoops in last second and steals the girl."

"Fat chance of that, unless she bleaches her hair." He rolled his eyes playfully.

How long had they been hugging though? And why did they need to be alone in his room? He frowned to himself. Wait, did his brothers actually think him and Blossom had something going on? Because he had been trying really hard to keep that secret..

As soon as the door closed behind them, Boomer leaned up against it and sighed. "I didn't mean what I said. You know.. about you being a Powerpuff. I mean, you are a Powerpuff.. Shit. That's not what I meant."

Blossom laughed at the blue ruff stammering and struggling to express his feelings. "It's okay, I shouldn't have said anything. I really wasn't trying to upset you."

"No!" He pushed away from the door, with a more serious look in his eye. "I was just- You were right, and I knew you were right." He had felt guilty about walking out on his date with Jasmine already and being called out on it only made him feel worse. He just wasn't used to people caring if he was mean or not. He was supposed to be mean.

"Oh well, it's all over now." She smiled, happy to put the whole stupid incident behind them.

"I can't believe I missed Thanksgiving." Boomer slumped down, still heartbroken.

She sat on the edge of his bed. "You didn't miss Thanksgiving, it was just a dinner."

"Just a dinner?!" He could go on all day about how untrue that statement was. He took a deep breath and sat beside her on the bed. "Too bad I missed it… and then dropped my plate." Seriously, what person would be so surprised by the contents of a plate that they would just.. drop it?

"Where were you last night anyway?" She asked, she had been curious all night, but assumed he just wanted space. "I mean you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to.." The last thing she wanted to do was overstep and cause another problem.

His face fell, he could hear it in her voice that she was more reluctant to say what was on her mind now. But he wanted to know what her real thoughts on things were, he didn't want her to feel like she had to walk on eggshells around him. "Come on Bloss, I don't want things to be like that between us. I'm sorry I was an asshole before, but you can still talk to me." He nudged her.

"So.. where were you then?" She laughed.

"I had a date." He smiled sheepishly.

"You passed up on Thanksgiving dinner for a date?" She scoffed jokingly.

Boomer furrowed his brows. "Hey, I didn't even know about it! And you said it wasn't Thanksgiving!" She rolled her eyes. "Actually… I had a date with Jasmine, the girl from before."

"You did??"

A small blush swept over his cheeks. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize and you know… she was really cool."

They spent a few minutes gushing over his date while Blossom pried for details about the girl. On her way out of his room she turned to him, remembering something. "Hey, Boomer." She said, "There's more leftovers in the fridge."

His baby blue eyes lit up like she had never seen before. "There more ham?!" She nodded, happy to help make his dreams come true.

He practically ran to the kitchen.

"It's Thanksgiving now." She told all three boys, when she went to the living room. "Let's eat."

"You don't have to tell me twice!" Butch jumped up, joining Boomer in the kitchen.

"So… You moving on to my brother?" Brick asked, sitting on his bed, while Blossom riffled through her bag on the floor. "You prefer blondes too?"

Blossom's heart skipped a beat. She was used to it by now, it happened every time he was near. "Aww, Brick.. are you jealous?"

Tch. "No!" He protested. "It's just, how long did you need to hug the guy?" He was kidding, of course. Kind of. Mostly.

She swatted at his arm, playfully. "I'm sorry I hugged your brother. Would it help if I replaced it with a longer, more meaningful one from you?"

"You already have his germs all over you." He teased.

"I'll be sure to wash them all off in the shower." She rolled her eyes, gathering her things to take to the bathroom.

He perked up at the thought of her in the shower, unable to control his wandering teenage mind. "Idunno, you might miss a spot.. maybe I should come too. You know, to supervise."

"Brick!" Her face turned slightly red at his words.

"Sorry! I'm kidding."

There was a beat of silence while she picked up her things and headed out his bedroom door, biting her bottom lip.

"Unless you want the company.. Because I definitely-"

"Definitely not." She yelled back, leaving him alone in his room.

End Day 13

How much drama can you pack into one dropped plate? lolol I don't know why I was cracking up when I wrote the scene with Blossom and Boomer in the kitchen.