Townsville High
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Chapter 49 - You're Never Alone
Last Chapter - Bubbles tried to convince Boomer to go see a doctor about his health. Mitch tried to fit into the group and became friends with Maxine as they put aside their tiny history. And Bubbles took matters into her own hands with Tyler, which didn't end well for him.
BcXBu - Hello again :) Haha, you're so sweet, your reviews always make me laugh! That story sounds awful in my opinion. I'm all for changing the usual fics up but I can't stand stories were people are out of character. That's why I try so hard to keep them in character in this story. It's like stories were Buttercup is a dancer or Blossom is all over boys or Bubbles is a typical cheerleader-type, nope, can't stand stories like that. Does my head in haha! Thanks for all the lovely things you said, really made my night :) Oh, and yeah, Mitch really doesn't want to see Maxine's mad side haha! Talk later :)
On to the story..
AN; So, this chapter might not be my best, let me warn you. I writ most of it when I was half-asleep and chugging coffee like it was water haha! Some of it is EXTREAMLY rushed but please forgive me, just wanted to get it up a bit faster. Enjoy!
Boomer stared down at his English book, trying to drown out the sound of his teacher mumbling on about something that did not interest him. He chewed the end of his pen and glanced up from his book to look for his girlfriend. He could hear her voice, clear as day, not that far off.
He scanned the room for a moment before finding Bubbles. The blonde's face was lit up in a grin. She was sat beside Buttercup, with Brick on the seat beside Buttercup. They were all laughing at something humorous, trying to calm themselves down as the teacher sent them threatening daggers from the front of the class, only making them chuckle and giggle more.
With a small smile, Boomer tore his eyes away and looked back down at his book. He held his pen tightly in his hand and began to doodle on the page that he should have been taking notes on. Although he had an English test that he should be working hard to pass, he couldn't keep his mind concentrated.
All he could think about was his mini-fight with Bubbles. They never fought, which meant that Bubbles truly was concerned for him, and she should be. Her argument was true. Boomer knew that he shouldn't have dismissed her worry but he couldn't let her fall into something she wouldn't be able to pull herself back from.
There was something that he was keeping from her.
Just when there was once again peace, there was another secret lingering.
Boomer once again looked over to Bubbles. She looked so happy, laughing with her sister and one of her best friends. There wasn't a care in the world for her right now, which was why Boomer had to keep her in the dark about his health. She was too concerned about his non-healing scar, he didn't want her to be concerned because even he didn't understand.
It had never really healed, something was stopping it, and Boomer couldn't let her get involved in something that she would make a big deal over. That was how he saw it anyway.
Bubbles finally looked over to him, her soft blonde hair whipping. A serene smile tugged at her glossy pink lips.
"Hello, boyfriend." She mouthed.
Boomer grinned before mouthing something back, "Hi, Angel."
Her eyes left his for moments as she looked down at her book and drew something. She held up the book for him to see. A hasty love-heart was scribbled across, making Boomer grin. Bubbles grinned back before Buttercup pulled her attention back to her and Brick.
He continued to watch Bubbles. Admiring her from afar. Boomer felt so lucky to have her. She truly was an amazing girl in his eyes, and she had been through so much, but she was still smiling and laughing. It was inspirational. Boomer didn't want that smile to leave her face for even a second, so he decided that she didn't need to get involved in what was going on with him.
Suddenly the bell rang loudly.
Boomer sighed in relief before grabbing his navy blue bag from beside his foot on the floor. He packed up all his books before slinging his bag over his shoulder, falling neatly across the white and blue baseball jacket he was wearing. Bubbles appeared at his side in seconds. She didn't waste any time before leaning forward and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.
When they pulled apart, Boomer noticed Brick and Buttercup now beside them.
"What class have you got next?" Brick asked Boomer curiously as they all began to walk towards the door of the classroom.
"Art."
Brick shrugged. "Lucky, I guess. I've got History."
"Hey," Buttercup suddenly said, cutting their conversation short. "Do you think Mitch has done signing in? I want to see if we're in any of the same classes."
Boomer raised his eyebrow. He had almost forgotten that Mitch was starting classes today. He was probably still in the front office, getting registered and all of that boring nonsense. Boomer shrugged at Buttercup, who was glancing at him expectantly. Buttercup bit her lip, wondering what she should do.
"Brick, cover for me in History. I want to see Mitch before his first class."
"Sure." Brick replied.
Buttercup quickly made her way to the doors.
The sun hit Buttercup's face, causing her eyes to squint uncontrollably.
Her eyes scanned the empty school grounds. She reached into the pocket of her skinny fitted black jeans and digged out her mobile phone. Checking the time, Buttercup tried to work out how long it would take until Mitch was done registering. She assumed it wouldn't take that long, but apparently he didn't seem to be done yet.
She let out a bored sigh before parking herself on the stairs outside of the school's front double doors. Buttercup kept her eyes on the front office building, hoping to see Mitch walk out soon. She pulled her black leather jacket tighter around herself, adjusting the collar as she did so.
"Skipping class, huh?"
Buttercup turned her head to see Butch leaning against the wall. He was wearing a handsome smirk and had his arms crossed. Buttercup smirked back at him as he pried himself off of the wall and made his way over to her. He sat down beside her on the steps and turned to look at her.
"I could ask you the same." Buttercup finally replied.
A soft chuckle escaped Butch's lips. "I really couldn't be bothered with History. What about you?" Buttercup nodded towards the front office, causing Butch to nod in understanding.
"I know he went here before so he doesn't exactly need someone showing him around, but I just wanted to make sure he's alright, you know? Plus it means I didn't have to go to class." Buttercup set an easy smirk on her face. Butch chuckled and sent a nod her way.
"Do we have plans for after school?" Butch asked.
Buttercup held her chin in thought. "Well, we could do something interesting. But to honest, I would much rather sit at yours and just watch movies and eat pizza all night. That's kind of our thing, you know?"
Butch smirked at her. "Oh, is it?"
"Uhu." Buttercup grinned as Butch moved towards her, capturing her lips in his. She lifted one of her hands to the back of his head, playing with his spiked black hair. Butch did the same, breaking all distance they had between them. Buttercup pulled away first, planting a kiss on the corner of his lips teasingly.
"Do you know who I've really started missing lately?" Butch suddenly asked, causing Buttercup to raise her brow.
"Sky?"
Butch shook his head. "No, well, yeah, but that's not who I meant. I miss Brandon sometimes."
A large grin lit up Buttercup's face as she thought about her fun-loving Australian friend from back at the training centre. It seemed like years since they had seen him, but in reality it had only been a couple of long months. Even though Brandon annoyed the heck out of both of them, he was a very good friend and wise boy.
"I miss him too," Buttercup responded. "Sometimes I even miss when he would speak in Australian slang and I wouldn't have a clue what he was saying. It pissed me off, but now I just miss it."
Butch chuckled. "He's the smartest guy I know, and I know Brick and Brody."
"How do you figure?" Buttercup asked curiously.
Butch smiled as he played with the collar of Buttercup's leather jacket, or more accurately, his leather jacket that Buttercup had 'borrowed' and never given back. He didn't mind though. It looked so much better on her than it did him. Buttercup watched him and waited for his answer.
"Well, he knew that I had feelings for you before I did. I would say that makes him a pretty smart dude."
Buttercup let out a short laugh. He was right, Brandon was one of the smartest people that they knew..
FLASHBACK;
The next morning, Butch watched Buttercup with a small smile on his face.
She was sitting with Brandon and his blonde friend Carrie. After winning the fight, she hadn't been able to get that beautiful smile off her face. It was refreshing to see her wearing anything but a smirk. Butch felt like a saint for being the one to make her so happy.
He was pulled out of his trance when he noticed Brandon walk over, and place a hand on his shoulder. Brandon looked over at Buttercup with a smile, raising his glass.
"She's really happy, man." Brandon said.
"Yeah..she sure is."
Brandon glanced at Butch. "Hope you're going to miss me when you leave tonight." Butch chuckled and nodded, taking a drink from his own glass. They were drinking soda, but Butch planned to drink something a lot stronger tonight.
"Of course, dude." He nodded over at Buttercup. "We'll both miss you."
"Take care of Buttercup for us will you? She's a star, and I know we'll meet again, but until then make sure she keeps her dream alive. You're the only guy that can."
Butch nodded, then raised his eyebrow. "What made you think we were dating?"
"I don't know, mate, I reckon you just have this chemistry between the pair of you. Are you telling me you don't feel anything for Butters? I mean, anything?"
"Well I do feel something for her, just not in the way you think."
"Aye, sure, mate." His eyes rolled.
"You're really annoying sometimes, Brandon."
"Oh, I know that, but seriously, I think Buttercup likes you heaps!" Finally a slang word that Butch knew. Heaps meant a lot. Butch glanced at Brandon with a curious glint in his eyes.
"You think so?"
"Deffinetly. I know you like her heaps too. Me and Carrie are smart kids, and we know you wouldn't go down that easily. It was a good thing you did, Butch Jojo. I reckon by the next time we meet, you won't be single anymore." Brandon smirked at the look on Butch's face.
"You're an idiot. I don't like her that way. She's a friend." Butch said seriously.
Brandon raised his eyebrow. "I thought she was an acquaintance?" He grinned, and walked back over to Buttercup and Carrie. Butch sighed and looked over at Buttercup, who was talking with them, looking the happiest he had ever seen her.
He wasn't sure if he liked her that way or not. I mean, there was an attraction, who wouldn't be attracted to Buttercup? She was fierce with a mouth to prove it, but was there feelings there? He didn't know that.
"Hey, Butch! Get over here and tell me how brilliant I was." Buttercup smiled at him from across the room. He chuckled and walked over, ignoring the look and smirk on Brandon's face.
...
Butch smiled at the memory. If only back then he would realise how much he and Buttercup would go through together. They went from simply being acquaintances, to being friends, best friends, more than best friends but less than a couple, secretly dating, exclusively dating, to finally being in love. It was a huge journey that had taken place over the past many months, and Butch was so surprised that he didn't realise just how crazy he was about her back then.
"Hey," Buttercup said suddenly, pulling Butch out of his trance. "There's Mitch," Buttercup said as she noticed Mitch walking out of the front office. "I'll see you later, yeah?" She asked Butch.
Butch nodded with a smile on his face. "Yeah, see you." He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss before rising to his feet and wandering back into the school building. Buttercup instantly stood up and began making her way over to Mitch. He took notice of her and a happy grin tugged at his lips.
"There's my best friend," Buttercup said cheerfully as she stood in front of her tall friend. "What took so long?" She asked with a raised brow. Mitch chuckled and shrugged his shoulders carelessly.
"I spent most of the hour waiting in the waiting room. I forgot how under staffed this school was." He responded while rolling his eyes. Buttercup laughed in amusement before standing by his side and throwing her arm over his shoulder. Luckily he was the same height as her when she wore her boots. Buttercup always did hate to feel small.
"That's the beauty of it, Mitch, the less staff, the easier it is to get away with skipping class."
Mitch shook his head but smiled. "You'll never change, Lovely. Let's go for a walk before the next class starts. We have a lot to catch up on, don't we? How about you start by telling me all about how you and Butchy boy got together." He said with a grin.
"Oh, it's a very long story." Buttercup replied with a smirk.
"I got time."
They laughed and continued to walk as Buttercup told Mitch the story of her and Butch. And boy, it was a very long story.
It was eventually lunch time, and Buttercup had basically tripped over several students as she rushed out of her class.
She made her way outside to see that some of her friends were already at the usual bench. Everyone was there - excluding Maxine, Brody, Mitch and Tyler - and they were all laughing at something. Buttercup grinned as she picked up her pace. Once she made it over, everyone dropped their conversation to greet her.
"Where's Mitch?" Blossom asked curiously, wondering why he wasn't with Buttercup.
"Probably off flirting with some girl. You know Mitch." Buttercup said with an eye-roll before parking herself beside Butch. His arm made it's way around her shoulder. Butch pressed his lips against the side of her head causing Buttercup to groan. What ever happened to no personal displays of affection? Butch smirked teasingly at the look on his girlfriend's face.
"Hey, there's Tyler." Boomer observed. Everyone looked over across to the other side of the school grounds. Sat on one of the benches was Tyler. He was sitting on the top of the bench, alone, and deep in thought. Bubbles watched him carefully, wondering how he was doing. She felt horrible for how she left things with him.
As soon as Bubbles had gotten home, she realised that maybe she had went a little over-board. It had been a hard week for him, not just her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she should have let him down easy.
The sound of Buttercup rising to her feet killed the silence.
"I'm going to talk to him," She announced. "I'll be back."
She began making her way over to the sulking Tyler, pushing past some people to do so. She took a seat down on top of the bench beside him, gaining his attention. Tyler turned to look at her. Their eyes locked for only moments before Tyler looked away from her.
"Ty," Buttercup started. He bit his lower lip before looking back over at her. "How have you been?" Straight after saying it, Buttercup almost laughed at how lame her question was. Of course he wasn't exactly all well and great.
"Bloody brilliant, love." Tyler muttered sarcastically.
Buttercup frowned uncontrollably.
"Not everyone gets it right the first time around. Or the second, in your case. Don't give up though, because you'll find someone that you can get it right with. We all do."
Buttercup looked over at Butch and just stared. He was laughing with Boomer at something he had said. Buttercup felt a smile light up her face as his eyes met hers from far away, and he stopped laughing just to smile back at her. She eventually looked back at Tyler, who was looking at them all too.
She wanted to help him. She didn't know why, they had never really spoken that much, they only had occasional chats or a laugh when they were drunk on a night out. Buttercup wasn't sure why she wanted to help him, but she was determined. And when Buttercup put her mind to something, nothing could get in her way.
"What's the point of it all?" She heard Tyler mumble sulkily. "Whenever I find someone that actually loves me back, they just leave. Nothing good ever stays with me. Love is too messed up to understand."
Tyler looked over and met eyes with Buttercup for only seconds before he turned away again. He tried to look away from Bubbles and Boomer, but his gaze continued to leer over at the happy couple he was so painfully jealous of. Some part of him should have been happy that Bubbles was happy, but all he could think was, that should be me.
Buttercup waited patiently for him to speak again, wanting more just to listen.
"That's why I was a player for so long. Because with love, someone always gets hurt. And if I was breaking girls heart's, then that meant that I wouldn't be the one getting hurt. It was easier back then." Tyler said lightly, gazing down at the ground beneath the bench.
After thinking she knew all she could know about him, Buttercup was surprised to come face-to-face with the vulnerable side to Tyler Cairns. Being the person he was, you wouldn't expect him to have such depth in him. It was a nice surprise, but Buttercup also wished he didn't have that side to him, because it meant he could feel something. She came to terms with her emotional side and it almost tore apart who she was, she didn't like it.
Tyler wasn't a hard person to work out. He was a creature of mischief. Girls adored him for his charming personality and dashing good looks, while boys liked him for his fun nature and the fact that he helped his friends out when it came to charming the ladies. Most people loved him for that.
Although while most girls had only noticed him for his charm and looks, Bubbles and Sky had noticed him for who he was. They noticed his sensitivity, his hilarity and also his impeccable dress sense. They realised that there was more to see about him, there was a whole other person behind the mask.
He was bold and sometimes sassy, two features that he shares with his sister. Buttercup knew him for the side that he exuded. Now she had seen all there was to see, and she was surprise that Skylar had left such an amazing guy behind. He was a great friend and it did hurt to see him hurting like this.
Buttercup cleared her throat before speaking, trying to capture his eyes.
"I didn't believe in love for years, Ty. But when I became best friends with Butch, it all felt real. Sure, one day one of us will get hurt, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy it while it lasts."
"It just sucks," Tyler announced while shaking his head. "Being in love with someone you know that you can never have. It's worse knowing that I had my chance with her and blew it," Buttercup frowned at his words. "Then I lost Sky and that was just too much. I've never felt more alone."
"Hey, you're not alone. You have us," Buttercup nodded over to her usual bench. "You're never alone."
A tiny smile crossed Tyler's lips. Buttercup smiled back in achievement, her eyes dancing with please. Her arm slung around his shoulder as she looked into his vibrant green eyes. "Sometimes you have to fight for what you want, and sometimes you just have to let it go."
"You're right," Tyler said distantly, his eyes in a daze. Buttercup watched him closely. She wondered what he was thinking about, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. "You're so right." He muttered.
Buttercup quickly glanced over at Bubbles. What if he was thinking about her? What if he was going to fight for her? Buttercup instantly shook the thought of her head. He wouldn't be stupid enough to pursue Bubbles again. Anyone with a brain could tell that she wouldn't leave Boomer for anyone.
"Come on, Cairns." Buttercup said as she tore herself away and jumped off of the bench. She extended her hand for Tyler to take. He smiled at her before taking her hand and letting her lead him over to the group, finally coming out of his shell. He watched Bubbles' reaction as he joined them, wondering if she even felt sorry for the things that she said.
But he knew even if she did say she was sorry, she wouldn't have meant it.
Maxine's POV
"Honey, Brody is here!" Mellisa's painfully cheerful voice bellowed throughout our home. I cursed out-loud. He was early, Brody is never early. He's always right on time. I quickly ran over to my mirror to examine my appearance, hoping that I looked some-what decent.
School was finally over for the day, and all I could think about was finally having my talk with Brody. Everything with Mitch had made me realise that I need to take risks and put myself back on the line. I need to fight to get Brody back, even if it doesn't end well, I just have to do this.
I could hear Mellisa laughing with Brody downstairs and sighed in relief. She was at least buying me some time. I always did hate how Brody got on so much better with Mellisa then I do with his mother, Faye, but it was understandable. Faye can be a bit judgemental sometimes.
My eyes glared into the full-length mirror hanging on my wall. I trailed my hands down the red blouse I was wearing, smoothing out all of the creases. The blouse was loose enough to hide the stretched stomach I now held, but it still showed a little. It used to be easier when it was just a tiny little bump, but now it was huge, too huge to hide anyway.
I then pulled at the end of my black school-style shorts, hoping to add some length to them as they were quite short. Pleased with how much longer they looked, I began to examine my hair. I ran my hands across the length, trying to make it look presentable. Usually, my hair would be up in a messy bun, or in a tight pony-tail, but all I had time to do was give it a quick brush and style. Long dark brunette strands were cascaded around my shoulders. The way the sunlight shined from my window made it look dark red at the top. I smiled as I brushed a couple stands behind my ear.
Just when I was about to apply some more red lip gloss, I could hear Brody's shoes shuffling up the stairs to my room. I groaned as I fixed my hair more, puffing it out to make it look more extreme than intended. The door swung open causing me to abandon my hair and let my hands fall back to my sides.
Brody stood at my door looking as handsome as ever. I looked him up and down, from the white sneakers he was wearing to the white buttoned up shirt. The black jeans pulled it all together. Sometimes I thought that he was more fashionable than me. He always did dress the part. I suddenly felt under-dressed.
"Hi, Brody." I finally broke the muteness.
His face lit up in a gorgeous smile that made my knees go weak.
"How are you feeling, Maxy? Any cramps? Cause I was researching and I read that heat pads help with that. Or tea, I can make you tea!" Brody said urgently before making for the door. I ran over and pulled back by his arm, laughing slightly at his natural caring attitude.
"It's alright, I'm good."
Brody looked at me and let out a laugh as I laughed with him.
"Well, I got you this, just in case," Brody said before reaching into the black bag that was hanging from his shoulder. He pulled out a small red water bottle. My eyes grew slightly as he passed it to me. I looked down at it before rising my sight to meet his eyes once more. "Apparently it helps with contractions too."
I let out another laugh, causing him to grin in return. Brody never failed to surprise me. Even after knowing him for so many years, he still managed to surprise me. He was always so caring, but now he's even more caring. It's like he wants to be even more involved in this pregnancy than I do.
"This is really sweet. Thank-you, Brody." I said before slowly leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. My lips lingered for a moment, wanting so desperately to just wander down and catch his lips, but I pulled back. We still had to talk things out before I could even think of kissing him.
Brody smiled. "Don't mention it," I began to walk over to my bed, Brody following behind. "So, I was chatting with Mellisa down stairs." He said as we took a seat beside each other on the bed.
"Oh yeah? What were you talking about?" Curiosity laced through my voice.
"She was telling me about how you were thinking about names." Brody replied casually. I felt myself blushing in embarrassment. Surely Brody knew how it was too soon to be thinking about names. Most parents have their child first, and when they look at them, they just know their name.
"Sorry, I just had a few idea's in mind. It's silly, I mean we don't even know the gender yet. I was getting ahead of myself." I muttered, not catching his gaze. Brody's chuckle brought my eyes back to his. I raised my eyebrow in wonder.
"No, I think it's cute. Mellisa said that you were thinking about Lola for a girl. That's really sweet. I never even thought about naming it after family. I'm sure my aunt would have been very proud of you for acknowledging her like that." Brody replied softly.
I smiled shyly and bit my lower lip. "Thanks, I just thought it was a nice idea."
"So, why did you call me over?"
Oh god, this is it. Here goes nothing.
Shifting on my seat, I looked up at Brody uncomfortably. His eyes softened as realisation struck him. I wanted to talk about us. He could tell just by the look in my eyes. Sometimes I think he can read me better than I can read myself. Like, he tell what I'm thinking just by taking one look in my eyes.
"We haven't had a chance to talk, properly," I stated, watching his eyes dance into mines, a small glimmer of hope shining. "I mean, we're having a baby. We should probably see where we stand. Brody, honestly, all I want right now is to be with you again."
I paused to take a reassuring breath. He studied my every movement like a hawk.
"I told Buttercup that I was going to talk to you, and then I said that I didn't because of all the Tyler and Sky stuff. But then I realised that I was stopping myself because I don't know if we can get back to what we were, you know?"
There was a dreadful silence. I wanted to scream just to break it. Brody inhaled a sharp breath before looking away from me, his gaze concentrated on the wall.
"What happened to us?" He asked in barely a whisper. But I could hear, oh I could hear. It was a question that I had pondered for so long. How could something so perfect be so doomed from the start? A small part of me always knew that Brody and I wouldn't last forever, but we were cut so short. So many memories faded to nothing. Where we really doomed to fail?
He stared at me. He was waiting for an answer even though he knew I couldn't give him one. Not one good enough anyway. I don't think anyone could answer that question. How everything got so messed up, I'll never know. And that thought scares me.
"I wanted so bad for things to be the way they were, before," I struggled to stop myself but the honesty was coming out like cannon-fire. Before I could stop, it all came out. "Can you promise me that we can get it back? All of it. The good and the bad. Will it ever be the same?"
There was a stunned muteness that I couldn't shake. Brody just stared and stared. He had no reason to stare, he could already read me. He already had it all figured out, me. I usually held this wall so that no one could fully understand who I am or what I wanted in life, but Brody? He had already realised me before I had. He was kind of special that way. It's just who he is.
"I don't think we can be what we were," He started. I looked to the ground, vulnerabley silent. I felt his finger lift my chin back up to bore into his eyes. "I think we can be better. We're going to have this whole other life to look after. You and me. That's how it was always supposed to be, Maxy. It's always you and me."
He smiled sadly at me, so many emotions dancing through his eyes. I couldn't keep up with them. There was this feeling in my stomach, this ache that something was wrong. That just when things got good, it would get so terribly bad again.
You and me. It's always you and me.
"Forever and always, right?" I said with a tiny - almost unnoticeable - smile.
"So, where do we go from here?" Brody suddenly asked.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, unsure if I could really do it or not..
Brick's POV
For the first time in a while, Blossom and I were sitting in the living room, alone. Lately it was hard to find some time alone just to hang out and have a laugh with each other because at least one of our siblings were around. But today we got to finally get some privacy.
We were watching Blossom's favorite television show. I hadn't really been paying attention but I sat through it for her. If I had it my way, we would be watching a movie with some action, but Blossom always gets her way. I don't know if it's because of the cute little face she pulls or just because I honestly can't say no to her. But either way, she loves it.
Blossom was just making her way back into the living room with a plate in her hand. I smiled at her as she sat down next to me again, letting my arm drape around her. She had shown so much improvement this past month with her eating disorder.
It all seemed like a distant memory to us now.
She was looking healthier, eating more and just being more confident in general. Of course, not all was back to normal yet, but it would be. Because Blossom is a Utonium, which means she's strong. Sometimes I found it hard to understand how it all started anyway. Blossom has always had a brilliant figure and has always been insanely gorgeous, so why did she think she needed to be better? I like her the way she is. At least she knows that now, so she can get back to normal.
Blossom suddenly pulled away from my arms and turned to face the leg of the couch, her legs crossed. I saw her smiling and my eyes lit up in amusement. I shifted in my seat to face her head-on, crossing my own legs as well.
"I wanted to talk to you about something," Blossom started. I nodded and waited for her to continue. "Well, Bubbles keeps saying how before we know it, we'll be graduating. I mean, it seems like so long away but this year is already going by so fast. I just wanted to ask what your plans are?"
That made me think. Ever since the start of this year, I knew it was my last, but I always just pushed my thoughts of what comes after high school away. I always thought, "Oh, it's so long away, I'll work it out later." But now the year is getting shorter and soon enough, I'll have to decide what I want to do after high school. It's quite scary to be honest.
"I don't know." I replied honestly.
Blossom's lips curved into a small unnatural smirk. "You're not planning on moving to a college half way across the world and leaving me behind, are you?" She teased. I let out a low chuckle and rolled my eyes.
"Of course not, Bloss. Seriously, I have no idea what I want to do after high school. Our siblings all seem to have things worked out, and Max will be busy with her baby, and who knows what Tyler has planned. I guess I always just assumed I would have more time to think about it."
"Well we can think about it later, so long as you promise not to go to a college far away." She said with a cute pout on her lips. I laughed again and shook my head before leaning over and kissing her on the lips twice. I lingered there for a moment and stared into her vibrant pink eyes.
"I promise."
Blossom grinned happily. She picked up the piece of toast she had made earlier and pushed it towards my lips. I smiled before taking a bite and pulling away. Blossom laughed musically before taking a bite herself. God, she could be so cute sometimes. Just the little things she does. I don't think she realises it, but I always have.
"I think I just fell in love with you all over again." I said breathlessly, causing Blossom to grin even more, if that was possible. When my hands brushed softly across her cheek, I watched as she smiled bashfully. She leaned forward and kissed me sweetly on the lips before pulling away, her lips still lingering over my own. Our foreheads pressed against one another as we just watched each other intensely.
I lifted one of my hands and tangled my fingers in her insanely soft dark red hair, twirling it slightly. My other hand found hers. I played with her hand for a moment before intertwining her fingers with my own. She looked down at our hands and smiled again, accenting her pearly white and perfect teeth.
Perfect.
I watched as she abandoned the toast she was eating and I gained her full attention. She leaned forward and lay her head on the crook of my neck, her one free hand tracing my neck slightly, making me feel tingly. I then lay my head on hers and just appreciated the moment, and her.
Sometimes I don't realise how lucky I am to have her. I never thought that I could ever feel this close to someone, especially not after my unfortunate relationship with my ex girlfriend Cordelia. When Blossom came back and we became friends, I knew that it was the closest I would ever get to feeling..close.
"No matter what happens after high school, I'll still be with you." Blossom whispered into my neck, making me feel tingly once again at the feeling of her warm breath. I nodded in agreement. My lips gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead.
"I know." I muttered with a small smile on my face.
Maxine's POV
I twidled my thumbs, wondering how long it had been since either of us had said anything. An awkward silence had filled the air that neither of us dared to break. I continued to wait, hoping that he would just say something, but he couldn't seem to find any words either.
All I could think about was what happened with Mitch and I. It would always plague me. I would always be terrified of what Brody would think of me if he ever found out. This was more than just high school drama, there was a child being brought into our messy and destructive relationship now.
I'm sick of the games and the endless possibilities of us. This had to be it. No more, "Maybe we'll get back together's" Right here and now, we have to make the ultimate decision. And I think Brody knows that, because he won't say anything. It's almost like he wants to drag this conversation out as long as he can, because everything is going to change afterwards. Every single thing.
Brody's gaze finally reached mine after what seemed like hours of both of us just staring at the wall.
Finally, I decided that the silence had to end.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked Brody suddenly, watching as amusement filled his warm blue eyes. He shrugged and sent a nod my way. He shuffled in his seat, anxious to hear what I wanted to ask of him. I shuffled myself in discomfort, suddenly taking an interest in my own boots.
"Shoot." Brody said.
His voice broke my trance and my eyes met his once more. I resisted the urge to chew my lower lip. Why was I even going to ask this? Well, it was too late to back out now. I exhaled quickly. Brody narrowed his eyes slowly, not looking impatient but looking very curious as to why it was taking me so long to ask him my question.
"Um..well, I was just wondering, I know how you said that you didn't want to see any one else so soon. But did you ever consider dating any one else? Like, even flirting?" I shot at him, causing his eyes to cower in confusion and shock. He diffidently had not expected me to ask something like that.
Brody ran a hand through his sleek chestnut brown hair before shaking his head at me.
"The second people found out that we broke up, there was girls basically tackling me in the halls. But I just told them that I wasn't interested. I mean, I wanted to move on, but some part of me knew that I wouldn't be able to be with anyone but you."
My heart began thumping against my chest, not just at his words, but also because of my guilt. The look in my eyes began to soften and I felt myself wanting to move my hand closer to his, just to feel his closeness. I caught him studying me as if he was trying to figure out what was going through my mind.
It looked like he wanted to say or ask something, but he simply stayed mute to hear my reply.
I looked away from him. "Why?"
"What do you mean why?" Brody answered back immediately. "I couldn't exactly go running off with some girl when I'm still in love with you. I wouldn't even think of it. There's no one in this whole freekin' world that I would rather be with than you, Maxy." His voice coursed through me, heating up every part of my body.
"Yeah, I feel the same way. There's no one I would rather be with than you." I said slowly, trying to show just how much I meant it.
Brody's face lit up.
"Really? Does that mean.." Brody stopped, not wanting to get ahead of himself. I sucked in a deep and shaky breath. This was what I wanted right? To give us another go? Maybe the only reason I've been doubting so much is because I'm so painfully terrified that this won't work and we'll regret it. But what is life without risks?
"It means that I love you," I said with a smile on my face. "And I really can't stand pretending that I'm not."
It all happened so fast.
I literally threw myself at him, my arms wrapped so tight around his neck that it was close to snapping. I clung to him for dear life as our lips tackled against each other. I moaned happily as I kissed him with as much passion and grace that I could muster. Brody's arms were around me in seconds and all I wanted was more. I wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible.
"I fucking love you," I muttered against his lips. "So much."
"I love you too, Maxy."
We both pulled apart just to smile at each other, and it felt like I was dreaming. Maybe I was, I couldn't even tell what planet I was on in that moment. Everything felt dizzy and hazy, I was just so dizzy. If Brody wasn't holding me I would have fallen right to the floor. But oh my god, it felt fantastic.
I looked down at the ground and smiled to myself.
"Listen, I've got a doctors appointment tomorrow. You want to come with me?" I asked him shyly, unsure of why I sounded so shy in the first place. My eyes remained to the floor as I waited for Brody's answer. I heard him chuckle softly before speaking.
"Of course, Maxy. I'd love to go with you." He assured me.
I sighed in relief before bringing my eyes back up to meet his. A serene smile was tugging at his lips. To be honest, I had known Brody since I was basically a kid, and this was the first time I had seen him look so happy. I can understand why he looks so happy though.
For weeks we both tried to fight the inevitable that we would get back together because we were unsure, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Brody and I are going to be a family, and although that sounds so messed up, it makes me happy because it's what I've always wanted since we met in boxing class on our first day of school.
"Nothing is going to break us up this time," I assured Brody. "Nothing."
So, I apologize for how rushed it is, and how awful it is haha! I've been having some writers block lately, it's the worst, isn't it!? I think I've managed to fix it though, I've planned out the next few chapters so all should go well hopefully. Thanks for reading! :)
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Allie
