Reviews :
faolan1230 : YES exactly! Love that
Snake557 : I think we all do lol! It's been difficult to write for him, but interesting to say the least.
Nikki Firesong : Aww thank you! :) Yeah, Zed definitely is protective of his princess.
Song Listened To :
Good Thing by Zedd & Kehlani
*Chapter 144*
"Yes, I'd like to schedule an appointment with Dr. Black," Berri's sweet, gentle voice chimed in role-play. She wrinkled her nose and anticipated Turbo's confused silence, though after a few seconds, she lulled her eyes closed and moseyed in a slow pace about her smaller little living room. She could hear Turbo stifling a small laugh on the other end of the phone, though she rushed to carry on, "I-I know it's really last minute, but... Is there any way he can squeeze me in?"
"I'm not positive, let me look at his schedule," Turbo playfully muttered, he cleared his throat and made himself comfortable in his loft's large kitchen, one of his red bar stools could be heard gently croaking as he huffed a grunt with his sit. He ruffled through a few sheets of paper, on his kitchen island, for effect, "Welp... It looks like he's booked out for the next few weeks. Can I get your name? I can pen you in and give you a call if someone cancels."
"Sure, um... Berri Kalivar," Berri mumbled sorrowfully, a teasing notion they both so easily fell into, she beamed down to her feet and stifled a small giggle, as well.
"Wait... THE Berri Kalivar? Arcade's hugest pop star? Sugar Rush's princess? The voice heard 'round the world?" Turbo dramatized, he scoffed a noise and urgently ruffled the papers with vigor; Berri finally blurt out a hard laugh as Turbo staggered on in a teasing show of entire starstruck nervousness, "I-I'll clear Dr. Black's schedule right away, wow."
"Damn straight," Berri muttered teasingly, she crowned the widest smile and fiddled with the edges of her large shirt, which kissed her bare thighs.
"He'll be right with you," Turbo meeped in a higher voice, though after a few seconds, and a few more aggressive ruffles of the pointless papers on his kitchen island, he finally cleared his throat and playfully dropped his voice to a deep croak of authority, "Yes, Ms. Berri Schweetz Kalivar, what seems to be the problem?"
"Well, I just... I'm having a hard time," Berri pleaded in teasing nervousness, though as her eyes glossed the gorgeous city scape out below her, she softened her playful nature and felt her heart thud right out of her chest; Turbo's loving, tender voice surfaced in an easy show of understanding, their role-playing very warmly sauntered into something a bit more real.
"Tell me what's on your mind," Turbo's soft, deep voice huffed in quiet certainty, to which Berri inhaled a shaky breath and looked down to her bare feet.
"Well... I was in a whole predicament tonight that nearly cost us our entire show," Berri started, and although she was certain Turbo had his own opinions, she was grateful he patiently remained quiet to let her continue on, "My... Band mate fired our sound crew, I ran off because he was being a major dick to everyone, and... I dumped him because I have had enough."
"... What?" Turbo huffed in nervous, sorrowful disbelief.
"And now I'm... Stuck in this tiny little studio hotel high above on of Dig Dug's largest cities and..." Berri trailed off and felt hot tears sting her eyes, once more. She peered out to the glorious, twinkling sight below her and crumpled into a grimacing hiccup of soft, sweet tears, once more. She furrowed her eyebrows and inhaled a trembling breath as she now continued on through the straining, soft, sad wail of exhausted tears, "The only person I want to see, right now, is hundreds of Arcade miles away. I'd give anything for him to be here, right now."
Turbo could be heard exhaling a long, hot sigh through his nose in dreaded, sorrowful contemplation. Berri hiccuped a few, silent cries as Turbo remained silent and digested everything Berri had just said, and although his heart just broke at the sound of her sadness, he nervously peered out to his own glorious view, inside Sugar Rush, and grit his teeth in dire contemplation. The urge to forget all of his worries and finally flee the hill he was destined to die on, he shut his eyes tight and felt as if one more cry, from Berri's sweet soul, was due to pushing him off the edge. He finally collected his thoughts, looked down to his island's dark stone counters and exhaled a defeated breath of unadulterated conflicting tugs of thoughts.
"Bear, I'm... I'm so sorry," Turbo warmly staggered, "I'm positive leaving Gunner was really difficult."
"I-It would've been very difficult had I done it like, a month ago," Berri raised her voice in irritation towards herself, though she sighed a nasally sigh, shut her eyes and slumped her hand to her side. She shook her head and sagged her shoulders as her hot breath pressed against the glass of the floor to ceiling window she hovered before, "Tonight, not so much. I didn't think twice, I didn't look back."
"... Good for you," Turbo encouraged gently, though he nervously looked back to his own glorious sight, inside his loft, "Tell me, real quick, are you somewhere safe?"
"Yeah, yeah, I... I found myself a little hotel to stay in. A few men from our security team followed me, and... So did Theo, Throttle and Wren," Berri rushed with a sigh as she tried to collect herself.
"Oh good, good, that was my next question," Turbo blurt a small chuckle, "Those boys love you. I was certain they wouldn't let you get far all by yourself, like that."
"Yeah, they... They left to go grab some dinner," Berri staggered weakly, her exhausted eyes looked off, "I'm starving... And exhausted."
"Yeah, after an explosive show like that, I'm not surprised in the least," Turbo finally crowned a wide, excited smile and allowed the air to gingerly come back to their conversation, "Berri, you... KILLED it."
"... You really think so?" Berri asked with a swathe of nervous humility, to which Turbo blurt a soft laugh and was successful in getting a teary giggle from Berri's fragile figure; she plopped down on her lovely grey couch and tucked her knees to her chest in cute, giddy glee that finally kissed her skin.
"THINK so?" Turbo guffawed, he rolled his eyes and looked off in raw disbelief, "You were incredible. I mean, Lash and I were losing our minds. I could hardy believe what was happening."
"Yeah, we can thank Throttle, I guess," Berri mumbled with a wide smile, she twirled her hair and peered to her right, so she could still ogle the city view, "I just... Can't wait to come home. I really miss... Well... S-Sugar Rush and all, y'know."
"I don't blame you," Turbo side-stepped, he beamed a bashful smile down to the loose sheets of paper in front of him and aimlessly began to sort through them. He put Berri on speaker and set his phone down before him; confident of his actions, he was well aware Lash was bubbled and asleep for the night. He inhaled a brave breath and raised his eyebrows in gentle, boyish pursuit. He was well aware Berri was now single, and his time to strike was upon him, though he tread lightly. He held his breath and knew she needed time to grieve, and he'd have his chance to shoot his shot, but he still felt that twinge of a rush beg him not to let any opportunity slip out of his fingers, "... Sugar Rush misses you too, Bear."
"Really?" Berri huffed through an exhausted, relaxing sigh, "You think it's just Sugar Rush as a whole or, I don't know... I-Is there maybe... Certain people that miss-"
"Me, it's... Me," Turbo blurt a gentle chuckle, he cocked an eyebrow and aimlessly gazed across his kitchen. His heart began to aggressively thud in his chest, he furrowed his eyebrows and wondered just the depth and reality of this ordeal. In this fragile moment in time, not only did he now have the guts to properly pursue Berri, but she was now en route to being entirely emotionally available, "I miss you. Alright, Ms. Kalivar, your session is up. That'll be ten dollars."
"TEN?" Berri choked a laugh and sagged into the couch, she beamed a lovely, still teary smile and soaked into her's and Turbo's typical, loving banter, "Damn, you're cheap."
"Only to everybody but my girlfriend," Turbo stated nonchalantly, and although Berri raised her eyebrows in stunned, nervous surprise, she firmly then furrowed her brow in suspicion and huffed a shaky giggle.
"You don't have a girlfriend," Berri beamed in muttering, scheming delight.
"Yes I do," Turbo squeaked in smiling irritation, to which Berri began to lazily play with her hair.
"Oh yeah? What's her name," Berri mumbled as she cocked an eyebrow; the deafening silence, on the other end, was enough to assure her that Turbo was kidding.
"...B-Bailey," Turbo staggered through his white lies, to which Berri blurt a hard laugh and loudly repeated him in understanding, just what that name sounded like, "WHAT! It's true!"
"Well, I hope you and BAILEY are very happy together," Berri tried not to wheeze with laughter, she wiped her cheeks and eyes free of tears, both from laughter and previous sadness.
"Oh, we are," Turbo huffed in a pompous tone.
"I miss you too, Bo," Berri concluded with a gentle giggle, the two softened into a vat of enchanted warmth as Turbo finally eased a deep chuckle, an understanding that he was simply playing, and with Berri's sweet words, Turbo felt bravery soak him.
"I'd like to see you when you get home," Turbo eased warmly, "I... I'd love to cook you dinner. Would you be interested?"
"... Absolutely," Berri chimed, she tried not to seem to eager, and although her eyes sagged to the view outside and the pang of pain, from this crumbling evening, still had her heart sitting in an inch deep vat of molten lava, she inhaled a trembling breath and did everything to keep her head above water; she was well aware Turbo understood this notion in it's entirety, "We'll be home in three days."
"Three days too long," Turbo's warm voice coat the air in a depth-pressing lilt of charm, "I have a lot to show you."
"... Y-You do?" Berri huffed in a girly voice of now rushing, anticipatory excitement she tried to conceal; she furrowed her eyebrows in bashful surprise and wondered if she was either getting way too ahead of herself, or if Turbo was now eager to flaunt every last color his feathers could display.
"Well yeah, I've been practicing my powers," Turbo chimed innocently, Berri secretly sagged, rolled her eyes and smiled with a touch of relief. She placed her hand on her forehead in exasperation and beamed a dumb smile out to the room as Turbo cutely carried on, "Oh, oh! I've also been making headway on Chester's flight lessons. I can't wait to show you. But man, that guy has a mouth on him... The second we give him the ability to talk, he just has an opinion about EVERYTHING."
Berri sagged her shoulders and soaked in Turbo's palpable warmth. No matter what would ever happen between them, she lulled her eyes closed and was just grateful he so much as existed. She heaved a gentle giggle and was glad Turbo went silent, it was as if he could anticipate her mulling words to come. Berri shook her head and breathed a satisfied sigh as she carried her words with warmth and confidence, "Turbo, I'm... Really grateful for our friendship. You turned my night around with this phone call, alone. I really appreciate you, okay?"
"Nah, I'm... I'm just here," Turbo blurt a boyish chuckle, though he sighed and softened for Berri's sweet, serious notions, "I wouldn't have been able to do it without you, love."
Berri beamed a cute smile into the receiver and was entirely ready to get lost in Turbo's loving voice, though she popped up in whole surprise as her front door eagerly chimed an unlocking beep and swung open in excited fervor; Throttle, Wren and Theo loudly bickered as they pressed into the room with a hefty stack of about four pizza boxes. Berri urgently popped to a stand, almost as if she was maybe caught committing a crime. All three boys piled into the kitchen with louder, cuter notions of playful bickering, though the second Throttle glossed his gaze to Berri across the way and noticed her still holding her phone to her head, he beamed a wider smile and tilted his head up.
"Hey Bo, we got a crap ton of pizza, wish you were here!" Throttle pressed in sing-song, Berri beamed and pressed closer to the kitchen as she put her's and Turbo's call on speaker.
"Weird, Lash and I had pizza earlier tonight," Turbo laughed warmly, to which Theo and Wren eagerly smiled in Berri's direction.
"Y'see the show man?" Wren asked loudly, Turbo blurt a soft laugh of knowing, which caused everyone else, excluding Berri, to join in.
"Did I," Turbo chuckled, "It was incredible. All shows should exclude Gunner, jus'saying."
"Yeah, Berri carried us seamlessly," Theo encouraged as he waggled his eyebrows at her; she rolled her eyes and bashfully looked off, stifled grin and all.
"The voice of an angel," Turbo pressed in a gentlemanly tone, to which Wren, Throttle and Theo urgently raised their eyebrows in cute, prickled surprise and stabbed their curious gazes to Berri; she bashfully tucked her bottom lip into her mouth and looked down to the counter in mad, blushing shyness. Turbo cleared his throat and chuckled, "Alright, guys, I'mma head to bed."
"Party pooper," Wren spat playfully in a mutter.
"Uh, I prefer the term 'early bird'," Turbo corrected in a playfully pompous tone.
"Since WHEN?" Throttle's voice reverberated.
"I don't know, man, housing a fugitive is difficult," Turbo whined, everyone blurt out into soft laughter and kindly wished Turbo a good night, though in doing such, Berri removed Turbo from speaker, pressed the phone to her ear and began to step away from the kitchen; she was glad Wren, Throttle and Theo began to bicker and chatter amongst themselves, once more.
"Alright, Bo, I'll... I'll text you," Berri warmly pressed as she finally came to the gaping window, once more.
"Don't stress if you can't," Turbo eased gently, "Keep me updated on the touring situation, only if you can. I'm assuming you're not traveling with Gunner, any longer."
"Not if I can help it," Berri mumbled nervously, though Turbo did everything he could to keep the situation light.
"It's okay, we'll hang out Friday. It'll be great!" Turbo pressed cheerfully, though Berri furrowed her eyebrows and was curious if she heard his words wrong.
"I-It's a date?" Berri questioned gently, to which Turbo huffed a startled breath and began to nervously stagger about his next few choice of words.
"O-Oh, I mean... W-well, that's entirely up to you, you just... Got out of a relationship, Bear," Turbo fumbled, Berri looked across the city and felt her heart thud in bashful confusion, though Turbo jolted to continue on with confidence, "I-I'd... Consider it a date, unless you don't want that. It's... Really up to you if-"
"It's a date," Berri pressed bashfully, she smiled and sagged her shoulders; she scolded herself for going against her own word of taking things, here, very slowly.
"Yes ma'am," Turbo lilted in warm, bashful surprise, "I'll... I'll pick you up at the palace Friday evening, then."
"I'll be ready," Berri chimed nervously, she felt her veins wiggle in hot confusion; she was certain tomorrow morning, everything this night entailed would most certainly come rushing back to her in an overflow of further exhaustion, though for now, she lulled her eyes closed and rode the wave of simply running on fumes.
"Bye, Bear," Turbo's deep voice gently concluded.
"Bye, Bo," Berri volleyed lovingly, and as she hung up the call, she inhaled a deep, shaking breath and felt her pupils tighten with the raw sound of silence. Poised in terror, she whirled around and firmly took note of Throttle, Wren and Theo standing still in the kitchen, frozen with anticipation, they peered their surprised eyes to Berri in unadulterated bewilderment.
"Well, I guess the only way to get over a guy is to get underneath another," Wren choked a laugh, Throttle and Theo urgently joined, to which Berri desperately began to back track.
"I-It's just dinner, you guys, come ON," Berri argued with a bashful smile, "I can't have dinner with my best friend?"
"DINNER," Theo choked with a large display of air quotes, all three boys howled with laughter as they began to open the steamy pizza boxes.
"Yeah, he'll cook up SOMETHIN'," Wren exaggerated as he firmly popped the cap off of a beer bottle, bands of it all three boys successfully acquired.
"This is why I don't tell you guys anything," Berri chimed in girly irritation as she joined them in the kitchen.
"You won't have to," Throttle blurt with a small laugh as he glanced to Wren and Theo, he then fixated his gaze to Berri and shrugged, "It'll be written all over your face."
