PR 4: Waiting for the Explosion
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'It feels like an eternity. How long have I been sitting here? When will that damn clock move? I WANNA GET OUT OF HERE ALREADY!'
Cobalt orbs glared holes into the wall mounted clock. When would that handle reach the two? He's been here all day! Ok so it's only been an hour but really. If he had to spend even five more minutes with Butch and his new friend he was gonna shank them both with his screwdriver! And yes! He DID have the screwdriver, he needed it for robotics.
Frankly he was quite surprised that the day was nearly over, and without a single hitch. He had fully expected Brick to go psycho and pick a fight with the Puffs the moment they walked into the class. He was pleasantly surprised when his older brother seemed to settle for vicious glares instead of a full blown fight. Though how long that would last, no one knew for certain.
Boomer had spent the entire day on edge, worrying about when Brick would finally snap. The worse part was, he hadn't seen hide or hair of his brother since that morning when he had conveniently vanished as soon as first hour was over. He just hoped Brick hadn't encountered any of the girls since then.
Buttercup was in most of his classes, which meant she wouldn't have been anywhere near the red Ruff. Boomer hadn't seen Bubbles around at all but according to Butch she was in several of his classes so that crossed her off as well. The only puff NOT accounted for, was Blossom, the very epitome of Brick's fury.
Much like his brother, Boomer had lost track of the pink eyed girl. He caught sight of her a few times in passing, for instance he had seen her in the stairwell at one point and out in the courtyard at lunch. As far ad classes went though…he just hoped she was as far as possible from Brick.
Honestly, Boomer didn't even understand why Brick was so mad. It happened so many years ago. Even Mojo was ok with the girls now, and he hated them more than the Ruffs ever could. Hell, even Butch, the resident battle lusting psycho was barley mad anymore. And Butch was ALWAYS looking for an excuse to pick a fight.
Speaking of Butch…for the sake of the green Ruffs well being, that bell had better ring, and SOON! Boomer was already pulling hairs!
Since Brick wasn't trying to murder anyone, yet, Butch had started acting as if nothing could possibly go wrong. He had even made friends with that weird guy that had been screaming his head off that morning. Which made things difficult seeing as the guy was also friends with Buttercup.
On the upside she wasn't too openly hostile and seemed to tolerate Butch as long as he stayed at least five feet away from her at all times. Butch didn't seem to understand this though and had invaded her space. Thankfully Blossom had been there as well and Buttercup only kicked him out of her area before swearing profusely and ignoring him once more.
Butch was really pushing his luck though. Boomer always knew his brother was a pervert but this, oh he was getting on the blues last nerves.
While Boomer had spent the entire day trying his utmost to avoid the Puffs, Butch had spent the day mooning over the three and following them around like a lost puppy. To top it off he and his new friend Mitch were rambling non stop about how hot the girls were. If he had to hear one more sentence about 'how sexy Buttercups ass was' or 'how big Bubbles's breast were' or heaven forbid, how they wanted to do 'that' with Blossoms 'sexy curves'. THESE WERE NOT CHILD FRIENDLY CONVERSATIONS!
RING!
'HALLELUJAH, MAYBE THERE IS A GOD!' without wasting a second, Boomer hastily shoved all his books into his bag an ran out the door.
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He was almost out. Just one more corner.
"Aaahh!"
"Eeek!"
SMASH!
"Oooow…" Groaning loudly, Boomer lay sprawled on the pavement. Items from his bag scattered across the hall.
"Ouch… Oh my gosh! Are you ok?" a feminine voice called beside him.
"Hehe. Shouldn't I be asking you that?" sitting up, Boomer shook his head, smiling wearily.
"It was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." dainty fingers came into his line of sight as the girl hastily gathered the fallen items. "Sorry about that."
"Probably both of us then. I wasn't looking either. Sorry." Shifting onto his knees he gathered the many books he dropped tossing them absently into his bag.
"Hey… your into robotics?" Glancing up, Boomer noticed the girl holding out a bunch of his microchips.
"Y-yah. Just a little." taking them from her he gently put them into his bag. Hopefully they didn't break. At least she held them properly and didn't damage them more like most people did. "Thanks."
"No problem, my sisters into robotics and mechanics too." she explained picking up her binder. "I learned how not to damage them. She gets pretty mad if I do."
"Haha! I know that feeling all too well. My bros usually mess up my microchips. Maybe you could introduce us later." It wasn't often that he found other people that were interested in robotics. Most thought it was boring.
Standing up and brushing herself off the girl reach to help him up. Gasping her hand he stood, dusting himself off. "By the way, your new here aren't you?"
"Yah. Me and my brothers just moved from the city."
"Well it's nice to meet you. We don't get new people around here too often. My names Bubbles."
Freezing like a statue his eyes bugged out. Hands still over his chest Boomer looked up at the girl. 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!'
"You don't look so good." Bubbles's eyebrows furrowed as she gave him a worried look. She must not have recognized him. "Are you sure your ok?"
"Y-yah! Fine, fine! I'm ok! I-I gotta go now. Later!" spinning around he hastily walked off leaving a confused Bubbles behind.
"Hey! Wait! You-"
Kicking it into gear, the blue booked down the hall and out the door not waiting for her to finish.
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Once outside Boomer had found Butch again, dragging him away from a pissed off Buttercup and confused Mitch.
They seated themselves on a wall outside of the school. Waiting patiently for Brick to show so they could go wait for Mojo to pick them up for that appointment. Well Boomer was patient, Butch was acting like an idiot, crowing at everything with breasts and a pair of legs.
The looks they were getting only made matters worse. Most of the girls just ignored Butch's catcalls but quite a few were checking them out as well. Why did girls like 'Bad boy' idiots like Butch anyway? They were brothers and all but that didn't stop Boomer from thinking he was a jerk.
Seriously what was so great about the green Ruff? What was their definition of a 'Bad Boy' anyway? If anything Butch looked more like a punk or something with his jet black hair tied into that high ponytail the fringe covering one eye. His baggy black pants hanging halfway off his ass looking ready to fall at any second whether there was a belt or not. -Which there was, it really didn't do much beside stab the guy with it's many spikes though. Even the hanging chain helped more.- His tight, neon green and black camo printed tank top and spiked collar. So the guy had muscle and showed it off, big whoop! All the Ruffs had muscle, you didn't see them running around showing it to the world. Obviously the girls seemed to find it attractive though. And the ones that weren't looking at Butch were beginning to look at him as well.
It made him feel like a sheep surrounded by a pack of wolves. They were all eyeballing him like a side of beef. The blue Ruff quickly found himself wishing he could just crawl under a rock or something.
Though he had long ago found there existence to be proven false, Boomer was still at the 'Girls have cooties' stage. Sure he had reached puberty, Hell, he went through it before Brick did. The hormones that came with it seemed to be lost on the youngest Ruff though. It didn't seem to affect him in the way it did for his brothers. Maybe he WAS just an idiot after all.
Then again…if it meant he'd start acting anything like Butch…he'd much rather be considered retarded. Dude was making a fool out of himself, and HE was the supposed idiot, yah right, Butch beat him by a mile at least.
Finally, when Boomer seriously began worrying about whether or not he'd have to start beating the girls off with a stick or something, Bricks bright red cap bobbed into view.
'Savior thy name is Brick' sighing in relief, Boomer ran over to his elder brothers side. Just as expected, the girls promptly scattered upon seeing the glowering red approach. Being Brick's brother occasionally had it's advantages. His antisocial attitude worked as a great girl repellant. Unfortunately that could also work in reverse if the redhead deemed fit. In those instances… He would rather not think about that…
Suppressing a shudder, Boomer smiled brightly at his brother. Brick's glare never faltered though he did give a small nod of acknowledgment. From the corner of his eye, Boomer saw Butch twitch under Brick's gaze. Boomer had gotten used to Brick's angry faces a long time ago. He didn't think much of it especially since he figured out that it wasn't always because Brick was mad. It seemed to be more of a safety feature most of the time than actual anger.
Following them further down the road, Boomer quietly observed the town as they waited for Mojo. It wasn't so bad. It was small, sure, but that was ok. It seemed pretty friendly.
About a block from the school was a small mall sort of area with a handful of different clothes stores. There was a cafe and a big grocery store. A medium sized hardware and electronics shop. He even saw an arcade with a little book shop next to it. There were a few more stores around the corner too. Over all it was nice, cozy. It sort of gave him that warm fuzzy feel. This was the kind of place that you could walk through town and know every person you pass by name. The sort where everyone was like one big, albeit dysfunctional, family.
He could get used to this. Sure the Puffs were living somewhere around here as well but he didn't mind. As long as they didn't cause trouble for him and his brothers, Boomer was all for it.
Mojo pulled up then with his beat up old car. He really needed to get something new to drive. The prehistoric hunk of junk was ready to kick the bucket. Or he could at least let Butch take a look at it. Butch was pretty smart when it came to cars. Mojo wouldn't have any of it though, he insisted it was an antique and needed to be respected as such. Boomer was just counting the seconds until it finally gave out.
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It didn't take them long before they reached the clinic. In a town this small he hadn't expected much, but this was unnerving. The place was clean and all with white walls and a cheerful array of plants on the outside. But it scared the blond a bit. The place gave him the 'We treat people as well as animals' vibe.
Needless to say he wasn't exactly eager to go in.
Stepping reluctantly from the car, Boomer followed Mojo's shuffling form out of the small parking lot.
"Yo Boomer. Come er for a sec." Butch called stopping him. For some reason he was glancing around nervously. Not a good sign.
Brick paused at the doors and gave them a look before continuing in. Once the redhead was gone Butch's nervous look melted into full blown panic.
"This is bad, this is bad, this is very, very bad!" Butch muttered under his breath, pacing in small circles with his hands on his head.
"What are you talking about now? I thought you already got over that needle phobia."
"It's NOT the needles I'm worried about!" Butch whisper shouted through his teeth. "I'm worried about Brick!"
"Huh?" Tilting his head to the side he stared blankly at Butch. "Why would you be worried about Brick?"
"Do you not see the car parked right there?" twitching slightly Butch pointed at a brightly painted car behind him.
"Okay…It's really nice but what does that have to do with Brick?"
"You don't get it man! That's BLOSSOM'S car!"
Turning back around he questioned. "How do you know that's even her car?"
"She was driving it this morning!"
'Oh…OH…Uh-oh…'
"Guys! Get in here!" They whirled around towards Brick who stood in the doorway shouting at them. Like scolded children they complied, running over without a second thought.
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Sitting in the waiting room Boomer tried his best not to draw attention to himself. Mojo sat across from him reading a book. Butch twitched nervously to his right sandwiched between him and Brick.
This was becoming torture all over again. Hopefully, if he was lucky, none of the girls would show up. That way Brick would stay calm. The red seriously needed anger management classes. Boomer was no doctor, but even he knew it wasn't good to bottle up your anger that much. He'd been on the receiving end once before and that was a time he'd gladly forget.
He couldn't even remember what had set Brick off, but the Ruff had exploded like a nuclear bomb. If it weren't for HIM throwing him into that dimensional pocket, Brick might have destroyed half the state.
An elbow in his side brought Boomer tumbling back to reality. He shot Butch a glare before looking up to the clerk waiving him over. "You can go in now. Down the hall, it's the forth door on your right."
"R-right. Thanks." getting up, he headed down the corridor. Opening the door he stepped into the small room.
"Mojo, your next appointment isn't for another two weeks." seated in front of a wall mounted computer, back facing him, was a very familiar figure. "You haven't been eating those banana crackers again ha-… ah, take a seat."
Should he be running now? This day just kept getting better didn't it? By the way that was sarcasm…
Closing the door behind him, Boomer stiffly made his way over to the table/couch thing. He could never remember what it was called. He sat quietly, eyeing his 'Doctor' nervously. 'These people are gonna turn me into a paranoid, nervous wreak!'
In the corner of the room, typing away at the computer in a white overcoat and slim, professional glasses, was none other than little Miss Blossom Utonium herself. Why the heck was SHE here? What was she even doing? There was no way a high school student could be certified as a doctor. Unless she was an intern or something.
Pausing for a moment, Blossom reached up and tapped a few frames on the wall before returning to the computer keys, not once looking away from the screen.
Cobalt eyes bugged once more as Boomer stared in shock. There were at least a dozen frames hanging along the wall with various different medical degrees. Each and every one proudly stating in big, bold letters 'Blossom Utonium'.
"Alright, according to your record you've already had your average physical, correct?" Blossom glanced up from the computer screen waiting until he gave a silent nod. "Good. Being that you are of powered origins I'll have to schedule you for further examinations. Other than that it's just a routine check up and it looks like… three vaccinations. Ok, please remove all excess items and step on the scale."
This was the most he had heard her talk. Ever. Nodding absently, Boomer complied, removing his cellphone an MP3 player, his house keys and anything else he had on him. Slipping out of his shoes, he stepped onto the cold metal.
Blossom recoded his weight on a little clipboard before directing him to the wall. There she checked his height then sent him back to the examination table. She proceeded to go over the routine procedure doctors always did like checking his blood pressure, his eyes, breathing, etc. She even took his temperature before walking over to the door.
"Alright, please wait here for a moment and I'll be right back for your vaccinations."
While he waited Boomer put away all the things he had taken out. Why the heck was there a game boy in his pocket? Oh yah, it was for parts.
Knock knock
Two sharp raps on the door and Blossom was back in the room with three syringes on a small metal tray. Walking over she placed the tray on the table next to him. Boomer stared wide eyed at the sharp device in her hand.
"Don't worry. It's not going to kill you. Now pull up your sleeve." she told him in a flat tone.
He stared for a moment longer before complying. With a gulp he pulled up his sleeve. She wiped his arm with what he guessed was rubbing alcohol and gave him the shot. Dabbing it lightly, she continued, not bothering to place a band-aid over the spot. He didn't need it anyway, it would heal over the second the needle was removed. It hadn't even occurred to him to ask how the needle had pierced through his skin instead of breaking.
Placing the second syringe on the tray next to the first Blossom sighed quietly. It sounded almost like…exasperation? Boomer rubbed his arms lightly, waiting. He glanced at the tray. 'What about that third shot…?'
"Okay. Unfortunately, these particular vaccinations are of a different variety. It's specially made for powered beings and cannot be administered in the same limb as any previous injections."
"…" Boomer stared, uncomprehending for a moment trying to process the meaning behind her words. Realization dawned then, a wave of heat washing over his face, staining his cheeks scarlet as he chuckled nervously.
'Oh dear, she was serious.' Face burning brighter than her hair Boomer stood up.
"They don't have to come off, I just need to reach your thigh." Blossom assured looking unfazed. "Normally I'd ask if you'd be more comfortable with a male but there are none in today."
"IM NOT GAY!" Boomer nearly shouted.
"I never said you were."
Boomers entire face was now a bright red as he unbuckled his belt. Clinging to his jeans, he allowed them to slide just low enough to reach the leg of his boxers. Pulling them up slightly, he flinched as the cold air hit his bare thigh.
'Why today of all days did I have to wear the boxers with space ships on them? Why didn't I wear the plain blue ones?'
"Ok, this might sting a little." Wiping over the area, Blossom pushed the needle into his skin. A few seconds after she removed it a sharp burning sensation pierced his leg.
"Oowww!"
"I said it would sting."
"It's not just stinging! ITS BURNING!" Boomer whined, rubbing his leg profusely. He didn't even notice that he had released his jeans and they had fallen to the floor until the door flew open.
Fast as lightning he snatched them back up, turning his back just as Butch barged into the room.
"Dude! How long are you gonna- …am I interrupting something?" Butch questioned grinning like a perverted old man.
Blossom just blinked once before turning to the computer. "Routine check up…check. Vaccination…check. Alright, your ready to go."
Buttoning his pants back in place, Boomer slipped around Butch's grinning form into the hall, still blushing like mad.
"Since your already here, you'll go next." Boomer heard Blossom tell Butch as he walked away.
"Yes Nurse." Butch flirted. Glancing back, Boomer saw Butch wink at him before closing the door, that stupid perverted grin on his face the whole time.
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Boomer couldn't help but laugh when Butch finally returned from the office. The green Ruff had a fear of shots and could be heard yowling like a dying cat moments ago.
"It burns, it burns, it burns, it burns, it burns!" Presently he was hopping from leg to leg rubbing his ass profusely, whining and cursing about how much said ass burned. He wouldn't even sit down and was practically dancing circles around his chair.
Oh this was hilarious! Boomer was never gonna forget this!
His joy was cut short when Brick stood up and walked down the hall. 'Oh crap.'
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I'm on a roll today! I had so many ideas for this story I cant stop. I just kept writing. About half way through I also noticed that my stupid spell check kept changing camo to cameo. Stupid thing >_>
Haha. I had to laugh while writing this. I got the idea from an actual doctors appointment I had a while back. This is what happened:
Doctor: your getting Three shots Me: aww man (gets two shots) Doctor: ok now take off your pants Me: excuse me? Doctor: it has to go in your leg Me: …fine Doctor: (gives shot) Me: Ooow it burns! Doctor: oh yah it stings a little Me: (rubs butt.)
I couldn't sit down properly for two days without it feeling like a giant bruise on my ass.
Revised edition, if anyone finds any mistakes I missed please point them out.
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