What They Really Think
Chapter 9
(A/N: Okay, I'm taking requests! This is for sonic screamer.)
BubblesXBoomer
Nice Guys
I wait outside the Utonium house for my girlfriend Bubbles. I hear footsteps on her side of the door. I tap my foot and make myself look impatient.
"Hi Boo-"
"You're late. Do you know how long I've been waiting?", I snap. She looks wounded.
"I-I'm sorry, but Blossom-"
"Sure, just blame everybody else.", I say bitterly. She looks more hurt now. I walk ahead of her to the restaurant down the street. If only she knew how much it hurt me.
Nice guys finish last that's why I'll treat you like trash
It's not what I really wanna do
But you only date bad guys so I'll give you my best try
To treat you the way you want me to
But she'd dated Brick and Butch, and they'd treated her this way. And if that's what she liked, that's what she'd get.
At the restauraunt Bubbles stands by the door. I raise an eyebrow at her.
"Are you going in or not?", I ask.
"O-of course.", she says, opening the door. The waiter sees us and I sit down, opening my menu. The waiter pulls out Bubbles's chair and she sits down with a grateful smile. I notice her shivering, but make no move to help her warm up. She frowns slightly and looks at her menu, goosebumps raised on her arm.
"So it was tough to fight that monster.", she says.
"Who cares?", I mutter. Her face falls, and a tear sparkles in her eyes, but I ignore it.
I never open the door or pull out a chair
You can tell me how your day was but I don't really care
And if you ever get cold, you'll just have to hack it
Cause I'd be cold too if I gave you my jacket
After dinner, we walk outside. And, of course, I made her pay the bill. I see some of my boys, Ace, Snake, and L'il Arturo. They head over to me and start talking. Bubbles waits patiently for me.
"SSSSSooo Boom, wanna go out with usssssss?", Snake hisses.
"Umm, Boomer? I need to go home, my sisters-", Bubbles begins timidly.
"Shut up, Bubbles! Of course I'll go, guys. Just let me drop her off."
"Cool. Can we get a ride with you? Grubber took the car to go out with his 'girlfriend'." The group of three laughs.
"Sure guys. It's over here." We all head to my truck, and Ace sits in front with me.
"B-Boomer, can I sit in the front with you?", Bubbles asks quietly. I scoff.
"No. Get in the back.", I order. She sighs, and pulls away from the truck.
"I'll just walk.", she says, walking along the sidewalk. We all laugh and pull out. But I ached to see her tears sparkling under the moon, her blue heels in her hand...
Like whoa!
You ain't sitting up front
Front is for the homies, you can sit in the trunk
I never answer my phone whenever you call it
And when the waiter brings the bill
I never reach for my wallet
"Ha! You're not a nice guy, are ya, Boomer?", Ace asks. I shake my head and place a smirk on my mouth.
"I'm a Rowdyruff Boy, hell no!" We laugh again.
Nice guys finish last that's why I'll treat you like trash
It's not what I really want to do
But you only date bad guys so I'll give you my best try
To treat you the way you want me to
The next day, I called Bubbles.
"Wanna hang out today?", I ask.
"Ummm, sure.", she says.
"Okay, I'll pick you up." I pick her up and drive back home. I plug in the Wii and she visibly brightens.
"So Bubbs, wanna play baseball?" She nods and we set up the game. We play for a while, and I kept winning, then her phone goes off. She answers it.
"Hello? No way! Oh my god! That's so cool! I'll be there! Come get me. I'm at Boomer's house. Okay. Okay, see you then. Love you, bye." She hangs up.
"Sorry Boomie, gotta cut it short today. A big music producer is coming to watch the karaoke, it's our chance to be famous!" She pulls a pretty dress out of her bag, and heads for my bathroom. She comes out, dressed up and looking amazing.
"Do I look fat in this dress?", she asks worriedly. She doesn't. It hugs her curves just right, looking pretty, but not trashy.
"Yeah. Where the heck did you get it?", I ask, forcing myself to sound disgusted. A tear works its way down her face. A honk outside and Bubbles heads for the door. I stop it.
"Who said you could leave?", I ask. She frowns.
"But Boomie, it's my big chance...", she whispers.
"So?" Her face turns angry.
"Know what Boomer? You're a big fat jerk! I don't have to listen to you!" She kicks me in the nuts and I fall to the ground in pain. She kicks the door open and stalks outside to Buttercup's lime green car. I stand up, but she ignores me, and the sisters drive away. A tear falls from my eye.
And Imma beat you in every competition
Going out with the girls, you better get my permission
Wait no! I take that back, you can't go
House is on tonight and that's my favorite show
"Do I look fat in this dress?"
Hell yeah! You do!
Wait let me speak your language
Cows go mooo, mooo, mooo, mooo, mooo
Nice guys finish last that's why I'll treat you like trash
It's not what I really want to do
Oh.. You only date bad guys so I'll give you my best try
To treat you the way you want me to
Later , I try to call her, but she doesn't answer. I leave a message, singing her part of song I'd heard a long time ago.
But behind the scenes, she means the world to me
I wanna tell her that she's beautiful
And show her that she's loved
Hold her hand when she's scared
Tell her how much I care
But that won't win her heart because…
Nice guys finish last that's why I'll treat you like trash
Not what I really want to do
Oh.. You only date bad guys so I'll give you my best try
To treat you the way you want me to
She calls me back.
"Talk fast Boomer. What do you want?"
"I want to say I'm sorry. I only said and did all those things because I thought you only liked bad guys. I eman, you dated Brick and Butch-"
"Boomer. Those two weren't mean like you were. They held open doors, pulled out my chair, and told me I was beautiful."
"I'm so sorry. Can you give me another chance?", I ask.
"I... I guess so. Come get me.", she says.
"Alright. I... love you.", I say.
"Like you too...", she says, hanging up. I smile slightly. Another chance...