Blossom walks into the music room and finds Brick there, struming on his guitar, a tape recorder in front of him on the desk. She smiles and walks over behind him, listening as he sings along with his guitar. She was a little early because the social studies teacher let her out of class early for getting the highest grade in class on a test.
Brick's words as he sings are loud in her ears.
"Because love grows, where my rosemary goes,
and nobody knows, like me!"
He ends the song and picks up the tape recorder, prepared to walk out of the class, only to be stopped by a girlish giggle. When he turns around his eyes widen at the sight of Blossom.
"That was really pretty Brick." She says "What was it? I've never heard it before." She asks, picking up the sheet music that was laying on the desk top while he was playing.
"U-eh, it was. Um. . ." He stutters, his face glowing red from the embaressment. "Love grows where my rosemary goes. I'm not really sure who sings it." He rubs the back of his neck. "What, uh, what are you doing here?" He asks, looking at the clock.
My God! he thinks I should'v shut the door! I feel so stupid now!
Buttercup walks into music just as the bell rings, her jacket pulled over the bruises on her hands. Hoping that no one notices them.
She takes her seat as usual beside Blossom and they exchange smiles, then the teacher walks in to start class as usual.
BORING! Buttercup thinks I should'v skipped this class too! Uhg!
Boomer smiles at Bubbles as she sits down beside him, but he is unable to say hello because the teacher has a strick no talking rule durring her morning anouncments, so he settles for a wave.
Once the teacher is done she stands in the front of the room and clears her throat. "Now class," She begins. "I want you all to pick a partner of the opposite gender, you have 3 minutes, go."
Boomer turns to Bubbles. "Would you like to be my partner?" He asks, his fingers crossed behind his back.
Bubbles smiles and nods quickly. "Sure! But what do you think she wanted us to get into partners for?"
Boomer shrugs just as the teacher walks back to the front of the class room, it hasn't been three minutes but it's clear that everyone already has a partner. "Now class, you and your partner shall be pretend parents for the week, you'll each get a baby and you shall be taking care of it."
Boomers eyes widen and he looks over to Bubbles . "She doesn't mean a REAL baby does she?" He whispers into her eye.
Bubbles chuckles below her breath and shakes her head, pointing as the teacher starts handing out sacks of flower with diapers pinned onto them.
Boomer sighs, releved. He was about to freak, he's happy he and Bubbles are doing this together, but he can't take a crying, pooping, real, baby.
he smiles and turns to Bubbles. "Looks like we're pretend parents for the week!" He says happily.
She smiles and nods. "Yea, looks like we are!" She replies, just as happily, back to Boomer.
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