Bubbles her Cabinet and pulls out some paper and a pair of scissors, setting them in front of her on her table.
School had ended about an hour ago, and the 'baby' is now lying on her bed, and she is preparing to make a couple of paper stars.
She loops the paper, dragging it through like you're suppose to, then she starts the folding, when she reaches the end of the paper the measures it and snips off just a bit of the tip, then she folds it into the holder. Finally she pushes down on the edges to make 5 points. When she's finally finished she pulls her jar over from the edge of the table and gently drops the new star inside.
She remembers when she was small and Kurt showed her how to make them. Kurt is two years older than her, but he was held back a couple of times in 3rd grade so they go to school together in the same grade. She was crying over one of her parents fights, she didn't tell him why but he told her that if she made one every-time she was sad, it would make her feel better, and it did and still does.
She closes her eyes and smiles, Kurt should be back either tomorrow or the day after. She can't wait for Boomer to meet him. Kurt is so nice, well he is to Bubbles, he once beat a guy up for saying that Bubble's was too old for pigtails and she looked like a baby. The guy was in the hospital for a week, but with Bubbles he was always really nice and sweet, and always considerate of her feelings.
Bubbles really wants to know what he thinks of Boomer, because she really likes him, but since her dad isn't much of a father she really wants to get Kurt's blessing instead.
Kurt sits on the bus, looking out the window. The seat beside him is empty because he threatened to shoot anyone who tried to sit with him. He finally gets to leave this stupid anger management camp.
It wasn't really being here that pissed him off, it was what he was away from. The only girl he's ever felt anything other than hate for, Bubbles Utonium.
Her cute laugh, adorable blonde pig-tales, and deep baby blue eyes that could drown you like the ocean. That's all he's thought about all summer, and the first couple of weeks of the school year that he's been here. Now he finally gets to go see her again.
He leans his head against the glass window and sighs. What if some guy made a move on her while I was gone? His mind questioned. . . .I'll kill him. . .