Memories
Chapter Three
A.N: Ta da! Decided that I couldn't just limit this to two chapters so here's the third and final one in the first installment. But it's better if you do is underway. Thank you to all the people who reviewed, favorited, followed etc.
In the near pitch black of the bedroom, a green light flashed on and off. It was bright and irritating and Bubbles emerged from underneath the covers, staring at it.
"Boomer?" She asked. He surfaced moments later, panting.
"Yeah?"
"What is that?" And then she pointed at the light. Boomer followed her line of vision and sighed, standing up. He adjusted his boxers, going over to where the light emanated. A moment later the light stopped flashing.
"Damn thing needs charging." He muttered. Bubbles frowned, reaching over on her side of the bed and flicking on the lamp light.
Boomer was holding a video camera. The tripod that it was situated on was empty.
"Boomer?"
"Yeah?"
"What is that that you're holding?" She asked stupidly even though she knew perfectly well what it was. It was a video camera. In their bedroom. Bubbles suddenly felt self-conscious and adjusted the dark blue negligee that she was wearing until it covered all of her…bits.
"A recorder." He said slowly. He waved it around. "See? Has a lenses and everything."
"I know that." She snapped. Bubbles hopped out of bed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Why is it in here?"
"Because I put it in here."
"Why?"
"I wanted to."
"….Was it on?"
"And if it was?" He asked. Bubbles inhaled sharply, not sure what to do with her arms or hands as sudden anger coursed through her. She uncrossed them and held them at her sides rigidly, hands balled into fists. Then she rubbed her sides quickly before crossing them again, before she let her hands creep to her neck to rub it, and then migrate up to tangle themselves in her hair, tugging at it a bit. Boomer wasn't even watching this change in her; he was busy trying to find the charger.
"And if it was? What do you mean by that?" She hissed.
"I mean…damn it….stupid cords….that…if it was on…..it's just a camera…." He muttered, plugging in the charger. The light turned red.
Oh no please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE Don't make me kill him! He must be high to give me an answer like that! Yep, only explanation! Bubbles faced twitched a bit and she oddly enough felt like laughing, but she simply breathed out, closing her eyes and counting to 10 before opening them. Boomer had magically teleported himself to the bed and his lower body was hidden underneath the covers. He held out a corner of them from her, smiling. She snarled.
"Just a camera? Just a camera? That could have been recording us having…" Bubbles blushed, suddenly struggling for words. "….Doing very intimate things in the supposed privacy of our own bedroom?!"
"Yes, sex. Possibly." Boomer shrugged. His lack of a suitable answer infuriated her and she was suddenly gasping for breath, now holding her stomach. She felt sick. He was by her side in an instant, holding her.
"Baby, you alright?" He asked. She growled, pushing him away from her. He stumbled against the closet door, giving her an are-you-crazy look. She stalked her way over to the camera, mustering up her best death glare towards the inanimate object. She pulled her hand back, balling it up into a fist and propelled it out towards the recorder. It shattered into about a million pieces upon impact and she heard Boomer cry out in outrage behind her. Out of her peripheral vision she saw him coming up to her and she whirled around, slapping him across the face. His mouth dropped open, and then fury entered his eyes. He looked like he wanted to hit her and his face was turning red from the effort that it was taking to restrain himself from doing so. Instead he went over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans, then stalked his way back over to the closet, tossing it open and grabbing a dark hoodie. He threw her glare then huffed, leaving, slamming the door behind him.
Bubbles cried, sinking down on the hardwood floor and burying her face in her hands.
When he came back three hours later, he smelled like booze and cheap perfume.
He installed a new, smaller camera where she couldn't see it.
They didn't talk.
We're strangers.
The words floated around in Bubbles head, knocking all other thoughts aside. She stared at Boomer across the tiny table in the dining room/living room/almost-half-of-the-kitchen. He had dark circles under his eyes and his beard was starting to grow back in. His hair was long and matted since he never bothered to brush or comb it. He was wearing a dirty white shirt and his boxers.
No matter how many showers he took, Bubbles could still smell the perfume and booze. Two thoughts were competing for her attention, or more like entities, the classic ones too; little angel and a little devil that looked like her. The little angel was wearing a white robe and a halo and her whole body glowed while the devil was wearing a robe that was so blue it bordered on being black and dark mist surrounded her. Bubbles never really cared for the color red.
L.D: We're nothing but strangers in a stupid cramped apartment.
L.D: *ponders*…That occasionally has sex.
L.A: *sighs and looks sad* Yes, yes.
L.A: *brightens, snapping her fingers* that got married.
L.D: *scoffs* At a D.M.V.
L.A: *waves her hand dismissively* It's still a marriage.
L.D: *rolls her eyes* Stop being so optimistic. Open your eyes. You're not living in "Fairy land." anymore. This is reality. And quite frankly its sucks. Sucks ass dude.
L.A: *gasps at such language, throwing something that looks like glitter at L.D* I admit that things aren't that great right now…*halo droops and the light around her dims* But it'll get better! Everything always does! *light brightens*
L.D: *mutters, spitting out a mouthful of glitter* Stupid fucking preppy cheerleaders…retarded as hell glitter…
L.A: *waves more glitter at L.D threateningly*
L.D: *sighs, shaking her head sadly* then put a bright little spin on this: Boomer might've cheated on us last night.
L.A: …
L.D: *nods* Thanks for proving my point.
L.A: You didn't give me time to think…
L.D: Think away Princess.
L.A: *sighs, tapping her head on her chin* He could've just went out drinking and a really promiscuous woman was sitting next to him. Cheap perfume stains everything, y'know.
L.D: *smirks, raising her hand*
L.A: *sighs and gulps, motioning her to say something*
L.D: Don't forget the lipstick on his collar.
L.A: …
L.D: *raises an eyebrow*
L.A: …
L.D: *slowly smirks again*
L.A: *screams and cries, grabbing her halo and throwing it to the ground, disappearing in a rain of glitter, cries echoing*
L.D: *waits until her cries stop* Bye bye Princess. Hope you were listening, ya bug dummy. *salutes mockingly, then disappears in a rain of dark blue fire, laughing maliciously*
Bubbles blinked, realizing that Boomer had long since fled. His empty plate was still on the table. She sighed, standing up and taking both of their plates to the sink. She checked her watch, seeing that it was 9:24. She was a little late for work. She took a super speedy shower, dressing in a black shirt and jeans before rushing outside, slowing her speed down so it just made her look like she could possibly be an Olympic Gold runner. She slid into the Dry Cleaners just to get yelled at by her employer, then got banished downstairs to fold more clothes.
The day was over quickly.
Bubbles trudged herself to her apartment by sheer force of will it seemed; her body was absolutely exhausted. It was amazing the kinds of errands one would need to do when employed at such an establishment. That old lady ran her ragged and she knew that she would feel pain tomorrow. The errands had been simplistic and almost innocent in nature, but had been mind numbingly repetitive and had gotten difficult the more she did them, and she was drop dead tired now.
Not like Boomer cared.
He wasn't even home.
Bubbles sighed, flickering on the lights, fully intent on collapsing on the mattress and falling asleep.
Roses greeted her.
Bubbles blinked and then rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing anything crazy.
Nope. Roses. Definitely roses. Every. Freaking. Where. They coated the front narrow hallway and where she could see the littered the bedroom. She was half tempted to look in the bathroom to see if roses where floating around in the water.
"What the fudge?" She whispered.
"Thought I'd surprise you." Boomer emerged from out of the living room/dining room/ half-of-the-kitchen from behind the couch, carrying a really large bouquet of roses.
"So many roses…." She whispered. Whispering seemed to be her main mode right now.
"They're your favorite."
Actually, my favorite flower is tulips you inconsiderate jack ass. Little Devil spoke up, but Bubbles hushed her. The effort was sweet, and she pretended to be super excited about it. She hugged him and kissed him. Then she started to feel actual emotion and then she started to blubber and say she was sorry and that she had acted childish. He simply murmured how he was sorry and how much he loved her.
Had she seen the evil smirk that he had on his face while she sobbed into his neck, she would've left right then and there.
The next day, Bubbles stretched languidly, like a cat. She didn't have to go to work, so she was happy to just sit around and relax. Boomer had to go in work early. It had been odd, but she didn't really care. She had the whole house to herself. But before she could go out and play, she had to work. Rose petals were still everywhere, all of them basically crumbled and torn. Heat filled her cheeks when she remembered how they got in that state, and she shook her head, trying to clear such inappropriate thoughts away. She cleaned up quickly then checked the clock, seeing that it was actually quite late, almost 6.
She stretched again, dressing in some blue shorts and a white top, going outside. First a trip to the café and then maybe a quick jog around the park before coming back to the house and taking a relaxing bubble bath. That sounded like a good plan.
Bubbles whistled merrily as she got to the café, drumming her hands up on the counter when she saw that no one was there. The wheels underneath her rocked, and the little bell that hung above tinkled a bit, but that was all.
Then she saw Cameron pop up from behind the counter, red faced and panting.
"I can't do anything for you Bubbles." He mumbled, and then lowered the covering on the cart before she could ask why. She frowned, turning around. Well, she could at least go to the park. She did a full 180, heading back to her apartment. She was about to cross the street but then almost hit herself on the head. She had forgotten to pick up her check! She went to the Laundromat, where the old lady was just closing up. It's not like anyone came in on a Saturday anyway. The old woman jumped when she saw Bubbles, then crossed her hand over her heart in a sign of the cross, then scurried away, saying that she didn't serve whores.
Whore?
Bubbles frowned more, sniffling. Well that was a cruel thing to say, even if she might've dropped that entire business suit in the incinerator on purpose.
"Well there's always the walk to the park!" She whispered to try and cheer herself up. It worked, and Bubbles went through the alleyway skipping. She got to the swing set and hopped on the lonely one, swinging up and down.
"Need a push?" A voice asked behind her. Bubbles whipped her head around and opened her mouth to say no, and in the next moment she was spitting out dirt. When did people in this town get so damn fast? She thought. She was hauled to her feet and realized that she was surrounded by dense bodies dressed in black hoods. They surrounded her in a tightly packed circle, and although she couldn't see she could feel. Hard ons and hands, grabbing wherever they could reach. Bubbles reacted, pushing and shoving and punching. They all backed off immediately as she was three seconds away from drawing blood.
"Slut!" One of her attackers jeered. Something thick hit her in her stomach and she bowled over, catching it.
She didn't look at it until she got home. She shook and cried and swore, stumbling into the dark and empty house. She collapsed on the bed, staring at the thing in her hand.
It was a tape.
"YOU FUCKING DIRTY SON OF A BITCH!"
That was all Boomer heard before he was knocked down by a blur of blond and blue as soon as he walked in door. Bubbles screamed her full blown rage, shattering all the glasses in windows for miles. Boomers eyes and ears bled and he gave her a mighty shove. She exploded through the poorly constructed ceiling and floated in the night time sky. He floated after her, growling.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! Didn't think I'd find out, did you?" Bubbles giggled, swaying in the air like a drunken bastard. She threw the tape at Boomer who destroyed before it even had a chance to get to him with his heat vision. He stayed silent.
"Bitch!" She spat out. She didn't even have the energy to fight him. She just…she was just done.
She tumbled to the ground, landing in the apartment again. She recovered herself quickly, collecting her things with super speed. She looked up through the two giant holes in the ceiling, seeing Boomer simply staring down at her. She took off her wedding ring, a cheap plastic looking thing, and threw it up to him as far as she possibly could. It skyrocketed itself past him and then Bubbles lost sight of it, but she didn't care.
She was about to leave, then looked at the calendar by the door to mark the date in her head. She wanted to make sure she remembered the worst day in her life in the future so that she never made any stupid mistakes again. It was the 26th. She nodded, walking out of the door.
…..
Oh, God.
The 26th?
She had gone a whole month without being on her period.
….
Bubbles felt sick, and she showed this by upchucking whatever was in her stomach against the side of the apartment. The cold night air felt nice against her now clammy skin, and she shivered.
She was pregnant.
God, no. Not now.
She looked up towards the swirling array of stars in the sky, could still see Boomer up there, just floating.
She sighed, then picked up her suitcase and started to fly. No way in hell she was raising this baby alone.
Bubbles felt cold.
The abortion clinic had been cold.
The bus ticket that she gave the suspicious looking bus driver was a block of ice and when she sat in the back of the bus and closed her eyes, she had become an ice princess frozen in time, heading for no where.
It was now December.