Chapter 3 - I hate them all!
Brat's POV
Ahhh Boomer, everytime I see you, I can never get enough of you. It's about time he saw sense though. I thought by now, it would have been Bubbles and him. But I'm glad that spoiled, goody 2-shoed, pathetic excuse for a young woman said no. He's all mine anyway! He'd better not dump me for Bubbles, otherwise it will be the death of her. Literally. He would never do that though, because he loves me, and I love him back. There is no way he would ever do anything like that. I know sometime in the future, we will get married and have children. But if that never happens, little Bubbles is gone, even if it's another girl he's gone off with. You think I'm insane? Only people who have a death wish think that. And I don't think anyone wants to die the way I kill people. Believe me, it's not a pretty sight.
Sitting in a fancy restaurant with stolen clothes, tonight couldn't get any better. Well it could, but I don't want to jinx it. Although I think he will ask the question tonight. If not tonight, then soon. He loves me, so why not? I know it's only been a month, but this feels right. And I know he feels the same way. Staring in his eyes as I eat my dinner, I'm waiting for him to ask the quesion. Then again, the man sometimes slips the ring in the drink or desert when the woman isn't looking. So I should 'go powder my nose' or something like that. Oh well, guess I have no choice then to wait five minutes for him to put the ring in. Standing in the bathroom for five minutes is no fun, but it passes quicker than expected. Mostly because I know my precious Boom will ask the question soon or slip the ring in my drink. I'm too exited! I gotta go back!
"Hiya Boomer babe!" i shout rudely
"Hi. You're back already?" he said. Oooh I just know he has a surprise for me!
"Yeah of course! I couldn't keep you waiting!" I giggle, drinking all of my champagne. Hmm, no ring in here.
"Yeah, course..." he grumbles something which I can't understand.
"Anything you wanna share with me?" I ask, poking a spoon in my desert - it was replaced for my dinner when I was gone.
"No, not really. Lost something?" he asked, not really caring
"No, I just enjoy gulping down champagne and poking my spoon in my desert." I say sarcastically. Is he gonna ask me?
"Oh, ok. That reminds me...Brat, I need to tell you something really important. You see, I..." he started
What was he going to say? Was he going to dump me? Was he going to ask the question? Oh I'm so scared! Wait a minute, what are those three doing here? Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup! Bubbles looks like she had been crying, Buttercup looks enraged, Blossom looks the calmest of those three. What do they want? Can't they see they are interrupting what he was going to say?
"B...Bubbles!" Boomer cries, trying to hug Bubbles. What does he think he's doing?
"Boomer! What are you...?" she shouts, surprised with the hug she's recieving.
"What are you three doing here? Boomer! What are you doing??" I screech, tears welling up in my eyes
"That proves it! See Bubbles? I told you he likes you the most!" Blossom says, that smug look on her face
"Oh Blossom! Can I please beat up Brat now? I've always wanted to do that!!" Buttercup pleads
What's going on? I thought Boomer loves me. Turns out I was wrong... I hate them all!