Townsville High
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Chapter 21 - All I need
Last Chapter - Boomer's imagination started playing tricks on him. Blossom decided to return home. &Butch admitted that he likes Buttercup, but doesn't remember doing it.
"You wanted to see me?" Brick stepped into Dr Russell's office. He was sitting by his desk, reviewing some sort of paperwork. Dr Russell nodded and motioned for him to take a seat. Brick walked over and sat down.
"Boomer's condition is getting worse. I've heard him talking to himself occasionally. Saying 'you're not her', over and over. I think he's seeing things that he shouldn't be seeing." He explained. Brick sighed and crossed his arms, for once feeling like he was losing his brother all over again.
"He'll get better, Dr. My brother is a strong guy, he just needs time." Brick said.
"I know, Brick. It seems that Boomer is having some sort of mental breakdown. We're doing everything we can to get Miss Utonium better, and it seems to be working, but for the time being we don't know for sure what will happen. All you can do is be there for your brother."
Brick nodded. "Yeah, I will. Thanks for keeping me posted."
Without another word, Brick got up and walked out of Dr Russell's office. He wandered down the hall and stopped outside Boomer's door. He saw Boomer staring at the wall. Then he started to speak.
Brick listened in. "Why won't you just go away! You're not her! You're not!"
He hated seeing his brother like this. It was horrifying. No matter what Dr Russell said, Brick couldn't be around him when he was like this. Brick frowned as his brother started throwing glasses at the wall. He sighed before walking away, and not looking back.
Brick made it to the end of the hall when he heard a voice.
"Brick." It was her.
The auburn haired boy grinned as he saw her. He ran over and hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go. Finally he pulled away and smiled brightly at her.
"I missed you, beautiful." He said to Blossom. She smiled happily and pulled him into a long soft kiss. Their arms wrapped around each other, and pulled each other closer to one another. Brick had never been happier to see her.
She pulled away. "I'm sorry I left you, Brick. It was selfish of me, and for the record, I missed you so much more." She laughed and pulled him into another kiss.
"You're not selfish, you're perfect." He whispered against her lips.
Blossom hugged him tightly. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Buttercup couldn't stop thinking about what Butch said. He was her best friend, and he had feelings for her. She wasn't that shocked, after all they have kissed twice, but those were mistakes. She wondered how long he had felt this way, and how long he had been keeping it from her.
For a second, Buttercup started to wonder if they could still be friends. She was pretty sure she didn't like him the way he liked her, so how could she be around him? It killed her. She loved having Butch around, someone she could show her emotional and fragile side to without being made fun of.
Her phone started ringing. She began to read the name; Butchy boy. Buttercup rolled her eyes and frowned before rejecting the call, for the third time today. She couldn't speak to him, but she felt horrible for not telling him why.
"I'm gone for a few days and you've already trashed the house." Buttercup spun around to meet Blossom's eyes. She beamed at the sight of her sister. Buttercup ran over and hugged Blossom. They stayed that way for a while until they finally broke apart.
"We missed you around here, sis." Buttercup grinned.
"So I've heard." Blossom chuckled. "How are you doing, Buttercup?"
"Not good, Red. Bubbles won't wake up and Maxine's always with Brody and Butch is being annoying and fucking kissing me..." Buttercup trailed on, not realising she had said. Blossom's eyes grew wide as she stopped Buttercup from talking.
"Whoa, Butch kissed you?" Blossom asked loudly. Buttercup sighed and took a seat on her bed. Blossom sat down beside her and waited for her to explain the situation, trying to take Bubbles' place as the helpful one of the house.
"Yeah, he did. It wasn't the first time either, he kissed me a few months ago too. I don't know what it is, he just seems to think he has a chance with me, which is crazy because he doesn't!" Buttercup said shaking her head.
"Why not?" Blossom asked with a raised brow. Buttercup coughed out a laugh at her question. Did someone actually think that they could work? That was surprising.
"Mabey because he's Butch. Our friendship consists of arguments and fights, why would I want a relationship with him? Why would I want a relationship with anyone? That's really not my thing." Buttercup laughed.
"Only because all you're relationships in Citysville ended badly, doesn't mean it will with Butch."
"Why are we even having this conversation, Bloss? I don't want to date him, so how am I supposed to tell him that?" Buttercup asked. Blossom didn't know what to say, Bubbles would know exactly what to say but Blossom? She wasn't that great with advice.
Blossom shrugged. "I don't know. Mabey you should just slyly mention that you're not interested in a relationship, then he'll get the hint and move on." Buttercup grinned and hugged her sister in gratitude.
"You're a genius!"
Blossom laughed.
Boomer sat beside Bubbles' bed. She looked better than the last time. It seemed as though she was getting better, but then again false hope was evil, he didn't need that. He smiled at her and stroked her hair.
"Hey, sweetness." He chuckled at his new nick-name for her. "Sorry I didn't visit you last night, I was preoccupied. So, I saw Ty last night. He seems to think you do have feelings for me. I don't believe it yet, but you can tell me yourself when you wake up, okay?"
His heart started racing.
"I really miss you, Bubbles." He said, shedding a tear. Both of his hands clasped hers. He smiled at her beautiful sleeping face. He sat in silence for a moment, until he heard someone speak.
"Could you be any more pathetic?" Boomer looked over to see fake Bubbles sitting on the seat beside the real one. He was really starting to get sick of his mind playing tricks on him. It was tearing him away inside, and she just wouldn't leave him alone.
"I'm trying to have a private moment with the real you, so leave me alone." He said to her before looking back at the real Bubbles.
She smirked. "You know she's never gonna chose you right? She loves Ty. Sorry, I love Ty. He's my everything, and you mean nothing to me." She spat evilly.
Boomer knew not to believe a word that fake Bubbles says. His mind was trying to punish him for getting Bubbles into this mess, by showing him something he wanted to see, but making him hear something he didn't want he hear. The real Bubbles would never be this crewl. His mind was sentencing him.
"You're not Bubbles." He grimaced. "All you are is some figment of my imagination. As soon as Bubbles wakes up, I'll never have to see you again."
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Let me ask you this, Boom. How does it feel?"
"How does what feel?"
"Her. This is all your fault, you know? She's here because of you. If she dies, no one will ever forgive you. You'll be all alone, well I'll still be here to haunt you forever." She laughed bitterly.
She stood up and walked on over to Boomer, and stared right into his eyes. He had never been this close to her before, and it felt like he was really looking at Bubbles, but he wasn't.
"I'm all you have left. Some figment of your imagination, and you're only friend. How does that feel, Boom? Her," She pointed to the real Bubbles. "That girl you love, she doesn't love you back. She loves her boyfriend, so why don't you stop wrecking everyone else's lives and get a grip of your own."
With that, Fake Bubbles disappeared into thin air. Boomer took what she said into context, and thought it over. He really had fucked everything up, and now the only person he had left was his imagination. Boomer looked at Bubbles and scoffed.
"Stupid mind. I still have my brothers and my friends." He said aloud.
"Then where are they, Boom?" Her voice racked about in his brain. He screamed and clutched his head, trying to get her voice out. He was so desperate to stop all of this, he knew exactly what to do.
It was time to start taking his pills instead of throwing them out, and it was time to stop visiting Bubbles too.
"Is Max in?" Tyler asked as he stood at Brody's front door. Well, Brody and Max's front door now. They were having fun living together, it was amazing how they were so in love that living together so young didn't effect their relationship.
"Yeah, dude. She's upstairs." Brody said, letting Tyler in.
Tyler smiled at his friend before walking upstairs. He wandered into Brody and Max's bedroom and found Maxine sitting on their bed. She was flicking through the channels on her TV, when she noticed Tyler walk in. He smiled at her and sat down on the bed beside her.
"Hello brother." Maxine said smirking. She loved calling him that, because of the irony of it. They still weren't used to being brother and sister, but they were dealing with it. It was good having someone you could always rely on.
"Hey, sis. What's up, I got your text." He replied.
Maxine turned to him and her face got serious. "Okay, there's something I was wanting to ask you, Ty. We're siblings, it's been hard getting used to, but we never really talk about our mother. I mean, I figured you would have mentioned her by now. Does she know I know about her?" She asked smiling.
"What?" His face looked shocked, like he was hiding something.
"I just want to talk to our mother, and find out why she gave me up. Why I wasn't good enough, you know?" Maxine said.
"..Maxine, our mother is dead." Tyler said carefully. Maxine gasped sadly in shock. She had never even thought about the possibility that their mother wasn't alive anymore.
"What!?" Maxine cried. "How?"
"She committed suicide when I was thirteen." Tyler spoke. Maxine remained quiet for a moment, not really knowing what to say or how you answer something like that. She frowned and noticed that Tyler looked as though he was over it. Of course, he was probably angry at her for leaving him in such a crewl and unexplained way.
"Oh, Ty. I'm so sorry." She said.
Tyler sighed. "Our mom was a troubled woman, Max. We had a horrible life in a crappy apartment. We never really had much money, which is most likely why she gave you up, but after everything the stress got too much and she was just..gone."
Maxine frowned. "What about our dad?"
"Could be dead, I wouldn't know. He left us when we were kids." Until now, Maxine had always thought that Tyler had it easy. He was always happy and had that cheeky smile on his face. Then she realised his life was worse than hers, which is probably why he became a reckless player at the age of fourteen.
She put her hand on his. "I know how you feel. My adoptive father left me and Mellisa too. His name was Ethan and he was the worst person, I hated him. When I found out I was adopted, a strange part of me felt happy that Ethan wasn't related to me, but our mother obviously trusted me with Mellisa and Ethan more than she did with herself."
Tyler nodded, completely understanding what she meant. "Max, we don't need our parents. All they ever did was ruin us, I mean our mother killed herself, our dad and Ethan abandoned us just like Elizabeth did to you, and Mellisa lied to you for sixteen years. We don't need parents, Max, we have each other and that's all the family we need."
Maxine smiled and pulled Tyler into a comforting hug. "I love you, big brother."
"I love you too, little sister."
Brody watched at the door with a smile on his face.
Someone had been knocking on Buttercup's door for a minute strait. Buttercup had to get changed as quick as she could to answer the door as she had just gotten out of the shower. Blossom had went out to see everyone. Buttercup quickly threw on a pair of green shorts and a black short-sleeved top.
She ran downstairs and the person was still knocking. Boy, someone really wanted to speak to her. Buttercup yelled something about 'shut up, I'm coming.' before running the door. She opened it and rolled her eyes as she saw Butch standing there. He didn't look very amused.
"Why are you here?" Buttercup crossed her arms.
"Why have you been ignoring my calls?" Butch shot back.
Buttercup sighed. "I haven't, Butchy boy. You're delusional." She smiled at him with her head tilted. Butch shot her a blank look before walking past her and into the house, not even waiting for an invitation.
"Gee, Butch, why don't you come in?" She muttered sarcastically.
She followed him into the living room where he was now stood. Butch turned to her and didn't speak, like he was waiting for a better explanation. Buttercup knew he wasn't going to leave without one, so she decided to speak up.
"You really want to know why I've been ignoring you?" He nodded. "Okay. How about first you tell me how you've managed to hide the fact that you like me for fucking months!?" She questioned. Butch didn't seem to be following, as he had furrowed brows.
"Best friends like each other, what did you think I hate you or something?"
"You really are an idiot, Jojo. You like me! As in like like me!" She spat at him. Butch stayed quiet, keeping his face blank. Buttercup crossed her arms. Now it was his time to give the explanation.
"Speak then." Buttercup commanded impatiently.
Butch sighed. "How do you know?"
"So it's true?"
"Obviously. How do you know?" He repeated. Buttercup took a seat on the couch, and Butch followed and did the same. She turned to him before speaking.
"The other night, you didn't remember all of the night, well I did. You told me that you kissed me to see if I had feelings for you. Which was the stupidest thing you could have done by the way, you should have just told me in that moment." She said carefully. Butch searched her eyes for emotion, but Buttercup was good at hiding it.
Butch wondered if she liked him back. She hadn't said that she didn't, had she? He thought about all the time they had spent together, and how they were getting closer, just not as close as he wanted. Truth be told, after hearing Brandon tell him he liked her, he started to believe it himself. He did like her.
"Well sometimes not saying something is the better option, because you don't want to hear what they'll say back." Butch said, looking away. Buttercup looked down at the ground. What would she have said if he told her in that moment? She would have been freaked out of course.
"Butch, I'm not interested in relationships and all that crap, especially not now." Buttercup said carefully. Butch laughed in her face, causing her to grow confused. He smirked and her and sat back on the couch.
"I'm having a laugh, B! You think I want a relationship? Butters, I think you're hot, but I don't want to date you. I don't have feelings for you at all, I was just curious if you had them for me. You don't need to worry, girlfriend's aren't really my thing." Butch smiled in a cheeky way. Buttercup sighed in relief at what he had said, but also felt a little insulted.
She smiled. "Good, that's settled then."
Butch nodded with a smirk.
Boomer sat on his hospital bed. He was getting out in tomorrow. He had a full recovery. Only condition on getting out was that he had to take his pills, which he agreed to do. It was time to stop denying his illness, and realise he had a problem. The only sure thing that could fix this was if Bubbles woke up, and he was praying ever day that she would.
He began to read his book. After all the free time he had, he was half way through it. He hadn't seen Bubbles in a few hours, his imagination of her I mean. It was refreshing, he was really starting to hate the sight of her. Only problem was, she wouldn't leave him alone, his conscience still blamed him.
Boomer heard a noise at the door and saw Dr Russell standing there. He smiled at Boomer and walked over to him, handing him his daily pills. Boomer took them with ease, for once actually swallowing them instead of spitting them out. He noticed that Dr Russell didn't leave strait after and looked up at him.
"Are you ready to go home tomorrow?" Dr Russell asked.
Boomer smiled. "Yeah, I am."
"Great, well I'll go now, but you do have a visitor." Boomer couldn't help but notice the bright smile on the doctors face, it was sort of creepy. "I'll send them in now."
He walked out of the room and started talking to someone outside. Boomer stood staring at the door until he saw somebody walk inside. His eyes grew at who it was.
"..You're..here." He gasped.
She smiled at him and nodded in reassurance. She had woken up, Bubbles was awake and she was here! She was here to see him. Dr Russell told her all about his mental breakdown, and reassured her that he would be fine now that she had woken up.
"I'm here, Boom. I can't believe you actually went crazy over me!" She laughed sadly before her eyes started tearing up. Boomer noticed this and shot out of bed. He ran over to her and held her.
"Don't cry, you're alive, and now we're both going to be just fine." He beamed and pulled her into a hug. Bubbles pulled away and smiled up at him. Boomer had never been happier to see her, the real her anyway.
"Boom, what I was going to say in the car..was yes. Boomer, I do have feelings for you, pretty strong ones. I felt guilty for it because I like Tyler too, but on some level, I like you more." Boomer grinned.
"You mean it?" He asked.
She nodded. "Of course I do. When I was dying, all I could seem to dream about was you, and what would have happened in that moment if the accident never happened."
"What would have happened if the accident never happened?" He asked curiously. Bubbles grinned uncontrollably and stood up on her tip-toes, cursing herself for being so short. She put her hands on each side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips moved in sync with each other's as their arms wrapped around one another.
Boomer pulled away after a few seconds and stared deep into her crystal blue eyes before saying something he had wanted to say to her for so long. He caressed her face and let the words fall out.
"Bubbles, I plan on falling hopelessly in love with you. If you'll let me." He spoke softly.
She nodded, smiling. "I do too."
They crashed into each other's arms and kissed passionately. Their body's were ever so close, it felt right, like it was always meant to be. Bubbles started to feel dizzy, but it was in a good way. Boomer tilted his head and kissed her deeper, never wanting to break free. She secured her arms around his neck, still standing on her tip-toes, all though it felt like she was floating.
His strong arms gripped her waist tightly, he was clutching her as if he feared letting her go. He clutched her tightly, so afraid that she would slip away again.
It wasn't their first official kiss, but it was the best so far, and there was many more to go.
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