Me: Well, there's some heart break! I hope you finish reading this! I mean, it ends nicely and very happy, I PROMISE!
Boys: And when she promises something, she never ever breaks her promise.
Me: Now their quoting Tangled! Well, i don't own them or Tangled! I do own(sorta) a stupid pooch though!
Chapter 23: A lot of Broken Hearts
Boomer:
Buttercup looked so upset when she yelled at us. I couldn't talk, I could only imagine how Bubbles was. The hurt that I could see on Buttercup's face, it had to be worse for Bubbles. She is so caring and kind, but she couldn't stand to stick around to yell at me. I had hurt her too much to even get her to yell at me. I never wanted to hurt her, I never wanted to do anything of the sort to Bubbles.
And the minute my brothers and I made it home, we went straight to our rooms. We all slammed our doors. I went to my bed and began to break down. I don't care if it's unmanly to cry, all I could do was cry. I had hurt a girl I had never wanted to know more. I have hurt a girl that has a heart of gold and couldn't hurt anything innocent because she herself is innocent. I feel like a monster.
Brick:
I just sat on my bed staring at nothing in particular. Buttercup was so upset when she yelled at us. She told us never to come around them again. She told us that she would have us torn apart if we came anywhere near them. That's when I felt a bunch of water fall into my lap. It took me a second to realize it was because I was crying. But I let them fall because I needed to cry. I hurt Blossom.
I hurt her so badly that she couldn't even look at me long enough to yell at me. She couldn't see me because I had hurt her so badly. Buttercup was hurt, but Blossom was not as tough as her. She never had been, she was the smart and kind one that let you see her emotions clearly. But she was too hurt to even be able to show me how she was feeling. I don't think I can handle putting her through that much pain, let alone how she feels.
Butch:
I slammed my door as hard as I could without breaking it. I ripped my comforters, sheets, and pillows off of my bed. I flipped the top half of my bed across the room. I ripped my drawers open and pulled as many clothes out, throwing them across the room. I looked at everything I'd done and walked, horrified, to my door. I slid down against my door to the floor with my hands in my hair and my knees bent up toward my chest, and I let it out.
I cried, even after I promised myself that I wouldn't cry after my mother died. I could see the hurt in her beautiful eyes, the pained look she had as she yelled at us when I closed my eyes. I could hear the hurt in her voice as she threatened to hurt my brothers and I if we ever came near her and her sisters again. I wanted it all to go away, I didn't want to see or hear her pain, the pain I caused her. I had wanted to run after her when they walked away from us to go home. I had wanted to grab her and kiss her and never let her go, but Brick had said that we needed to forget about them. We are betrothed, but I couldn't care less about all of that, all I want is Buttercup!
We were only hanging with those girls because we wanted to try to force Buttercup and her sisters out of our heads. But it turned out that before Buttercup came up to us, all I was doing was comparing her to the perfection that is Buttercup. And the minute I saw her, all I wanted to do was grab her and never let go of her again. I couldn't last a minute without her, and now I've done worse. I've hurt her.
Me: Well, there you go!
Boys: Please don't hate us!
Me: Read and Review!