Townsville High
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Chapter 51 - The Good in Goodbye
Last Chapter - Buttercup began to stress about how things are going to change after graduation. Mitch decided to try and get a job at the local cafe, The Cove, to help out his brother paying the bills. Blossom had an intense meeting to discuss her options after school. And things were finally looking up for Maxine and Brody.
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Buttercup Utonium's POV
The second I woke up, my eyes darted to the calender. For the past week I had been counting the days I had left of being a teenager. It was slightly depressing, very unlike myself, but nevertheless, I couldn't stop myself from counting.
Thinking about becoming an adult makes me just want to throw a massive party. Just to remind myself that there is still an idiotic, fun kid still in there somewhere. But no one has time for parties anymore. Maxine can't drink either, and she's usually the life of the party. Growing up should be the least of my worries. Just passing my exams should be the top priority right now.
Blossom has been studying non-stop. She's been freaked out ever since that meeting with Miss Holland. Apparently, considering her massive grade-slip, she doesn't think that she can fix it. But this is Blossom we're talking about. She'll fly through the exam. She's pass and go to college. And me? Who knows how I'm going to pass the exams. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
And when Blossom is off to college, Bubbles will be dancing in some Performing Arts school, Boomer by her side. Who knows what Brick will do. You know, I think I'll miss Brick the most, aside from my sisters and Butch, of course. Brick's like a big brother that I can argue with, now that Butch and I stopped fighting so often. I think inside, he's just as scared about graduation as I am. Neither of us want to be left behind.
That brings me to Butch. God, Butch. Sometimes I think that I had so much hate for that boy, that somehow, some way, it started to bubble up inside of me and turned into this messed up, amazing feeling. You know, Butch really is something. He's like this mysterious and funny guy, that you would under no circumstances want to bring home to your parents.
Butch..he's incompitent and dimwitted. And he can be really sweet sometimes.
No matter what I do, I can't imagine not waking up and seeing that face everyday. He's like this addictive, unbelievable, insane drug. And I can't stop seeing him. I've tried to push him away, to make it easier for myself if I do decide to pack up and leave this stupid town. But if I wake up, and he's not there then I don't know what the hell I'm going to do.
If I had known that this is what love is, I never would have signed on for it. Stupid, Butch.
I decided to get out of bed and just stop thinking about stupid graduation for a while. As my bare feet touched the cold hardwood floor of my bedroom, I instantly felt woken up. My eyes flew to the alarm clock. 7:15. I still had some time to get ready for school. It was a shocker that Blossom nor Bubbles had come in to wake me. They must have forgotten.
My eyes turned to glare at the object next to the alarm clock. I felt myself groan at what I had noticed.
There, sat on my oak brown cabinet, was that stupid book. "What Comes Bloody Next;" Obviously, 'Bloody' isn't actually in the title. Just reading that stupid headline of that stupid book made me so angry. How am I supposed to know what comes next? Huh? How am I supposed to figure this all out? I need more time.
I wish Mrs Clark had never given me that leaflet. It got me thinking, and thinking is never good with me. No one wants to know what's inside my head. If they did? They would be disturbed and slightly frightened.
I turned on my radio, deciding that maybe an up-beat tune would make me forget for just a second. The first song to come on was one of my favorites, but not as up-beat as I had wanted. Ellie Goulding's smooth voice strummed around my room. And I felt myself bubbling up with the emotions I had been pushing away. Music lyrics always did that to me. They made me..feel.
Could have given me something.
You, my everything.
You left me kneeling.
I was one of those people.
You, my everything.
For what it's worth,
For what it's worth,
For what it's worth,
You were my backbone when,
my body ached with weariness.
And you are my hometown when,
My heart was filled with loneliness.
Just as the dark was rising,
I heard you close the door again.
Just as the lights turns off,
I know who I dream of.
Could have given me something.
You, my anything.
You left me kneeling.
I was one of those people.
You, my anything.
You, my everything. X2
You are my only hope,
The truth that dealt the consequence.
I know you don't feel the same,
You're sensible and it doesn't make sense.
I know I'm gonna weep my heart out,
You know I'm gonna try much harder.
But it isn't the shit in my head,
Pulling me under this time.
Could have given me something.
You, my everything.
You left me kneeling.
I was one of those people.
You, my everything. X6
I instantly shut the radio off. All the while listening, all I could seem to think about was the twitching idiot. Butch is always in my mind, he's stuck, his face, it's always there. Maybe I should just tell him about how I'm feeling. He was always a good listener. Maybe he'll understand, and he'll tell me what to do; Sit or run. Townsville or adventure. Stay or fucking go.
My lips curved into a frown as I though about talking to Butch. He probably doesn't know what to do either. I don't want to upset him at all, but I need help. I just need his opinion. Mitch already told me he wants me to stay, but he also told me that I shouldn't stay just because Townsville is home. I need a clear answer.
I walked slowly over to my mirror, casually tying my hair up as I did so. I didn't even care about looking somewhat decent today. I just wanted to get to school and get this day over with. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I cringed at how half-asleep I looked.
My almost lifeless black hair was tied roughly in a bun above my head. By the looks of it, there was more hair dangling down the sides of my face than actually tied up in the bun. I didn't care though. Appearances never bother me. Plus, I have a boyfriend already, who would I need to impress? That's the reason I don't wear make-up either. It's pointless. Girls always cake themselves in the stuff. It really doesn't make them look any prettier - no matter what the commercials say.
I glanced down at the clothes on my chair. I had picked them out before going to bed the day before to save time. After tearing off my stripped pajamas and putting some new underclothes on, I picked up the long green tank-top and slung it over my head. Then I quickly stuck on the pair of black skinny-fit jeans. I searched around for the leather jacket that Butch had leant me a couple of days back, and soon found it lying on the floor next to a pile of old clothes.
As I held Butch's jacket, all I could think about was when he had given it to me..
FLASHBACK;
The wet grass sloshed under my black converse shoes. I cringed at the noise but continued walking. The sun was shining when I had woken up that morning, but then the rain started as soon as school was over. Just my luck. Butch didn't seem too bothered by the weather, he just walked by my side in solitude. We were walking home together and he hadn't said a word since we left the school building.
He glanced at me occasionally, each time noticing as I hugged my arms. The silence was thick around us, and I so desperately just wished that Butch would start a conversation to take my mind off of the cold weather. Of course, when he finally did talk, he was simply stating the obvious..
"You cold?" He asked. His voice sounded broodier than ever that day. I rolled my eyes at his question. Was he really that dense or did he just want to start a conversation? Butch looked at me as we walked and noticed the ever-growing goosebumps on my forearms.
This really was the wrong day to head out in only a short-sleeved shirt and jeans.
"Sort of." I muttered followed by a nod. Butch didn't waste any time before stripping off his gorgeous black leather jacket. It really was the best jacket you would ever see. It was sleek and always looked shiny. There wasn't any unnecessary golden spikes or pockets where a pocket does not belong. It was just perfect.
When Butch wore this jacket, it didn't just make him look dangerous, it made him look like someone you want to know. People say leather makes people poetic, well that's a load of crap. It makes people want to know the person lurking inside the coat. And when I saw Butch wearing it when I first came back here, that's exactly what it did.
I was smiling on the inside, but keeping a nonchalant expression on the outside. Butch knew just how much I loved this jacket. It honestly did look good on everyone - I bet it would even look good on Boomer. Although Boomer would never wear it given a choice. He prefered baseball jackets over leather. His loss.
Butch slung the coat over my somewhat shaking shoulders. It smelled exactly like him. Butch always did smell like rich leather and mint. Usually I wouldn't notice something like that. But with Butch? I found myself remembering and documenting things that I never would have if it were someone else. He pulled me under his spell.
"Thanks," I said in appreciation. "But aren't you, like, freezing?" I asked, slipping my arms through the jacket. It was way too big for me but that only made it better.
I hugged the coat around myself and looked up at Butch. He simply shrugged at me, acting all tough-guy. But I know Butch. He's not always Mr Tough Brooding Guy. Yes, I used to call him that when we were kids.
"I'm good," Butch replied casually. "So, what should we do today?"
I slightly pouted my lips and narrowed my eyes, deep in thought. An idea struck like lightning.
"Hmm..well, we could always go back to mine and I could kick your ass at Ultimate Racing 4."
Butch glanced down at me, and I looked up at him smirking. Sometimes I wish I could walk in those ridiculous heel-things that Bubbles always wears, just so I could be as tall as Butch. I'm not short - I'm medium height. But Butch? He's a freaking giant. I made a mental note to buy some awesome black combat boots with large heels to boost my height.
I honestly tried not to laugh at the expression on Butch's face. He looked more ticked-off than Miss Ritchards when Tyler called her "Miss Bitchards." That boy is my hero. If I called her that, I would have gotten eaten alive. Butch's eyes narrowed dangerously and I could have sworn his left eye twitched.
He's such a sore loser sometimes. But then again, it's worse when he actually wins. Butch has always been too cocky for his own good - just like Mitch. I've never been able to determine which is worse. I'd have to give the edge to Mitch though.
"I'm beating you this time." I smirked at the determination in Butch's rough voice. We're far too alike. It's almost uncanny.
"Whatever you want to believe, Butchy boy."
It felt like so long since I had called him that. It brought back so many memories. Butch smirked at me after I spoke, that god-awful but annoyingly attractive smirk that he always sported. It's rare to see Butch wearing anything but a smirk. His smile is nice though. He should do it more often.
Butch crossed his arms. "You're going down, Crazy girl."
"Oh yeah? Care to make it interesting?" I challenged. Butch stopped in his tracks, making me do the same. A cool smirk tugged at my lips as I watched amusement fill Butch's brooding green eyes. He placed a hand to his chin and looked away in thought, only to turn to face me again seconds later, mirroring my natural smirk.
It was on.
"What's the wager?"
I stepped closer to him, playing with the collar of his leather jacket. He looked down at me in entertainment. I reached forward and put my hand on his bare arm, cringing at the coldness of it. He really was freezing, and still gave me his coat. Cute. I smirked and met his eyes once more, flashing my pearly white teeth.
"If you win, I'll do your homework for a whole week."
Butch lit up in a smile. Sure, I might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm smarter than Butch. He always did hate doing his homework, something else we shared in common. I knew that he wouldn't refuse if his homework was at stake. He was playing right into my master plan.
"Sounds good," He nodded in agreement. "What about if you win? Well, you won't win, but still."
I smirked at him and shook my head. "If I win, you have to let me borrow this jacket for a whole week."
Butch chuckled softly. He didn't seem surprised in the slightest. He always knew I had a weird obsession for this coat. I always stole it off of him when we were walking home together or on a night out. Of course he knew.
"Deal," Butch said as he shook my hand. As we resumed our walk back home, Butch glanced at me with a burning curiosity in his eyes. "So, why do you love that jacket so much anyway?"
I shrugged. "It's a nice jacket."
To be honest with you, I never really knew why I loved the jacket so much. Maybe it wasn't the jacket I loved so much, maybe it was the guy inside of it. Or maybe because it looked so bloody amazing on me.
...
Obviously, I won the game. Two out of three games. Butch didn't seem very surprised either. I think on some level, he knew that I would win, but it didn't bother him. Oh well, he played right into my plan. I won his amazing jacket and now I get to wear it for a couple more days. Maybe one day I'll figure out what it is about this leather coat that I adore so much. Until then, I'll settle for just wearing it.
I slung the coat around my shoulders and zipped it up half-way. As I looked myself in the mirror again, I smiled at my reflection. Just then, my phone began buzzing on top of the table. I leaned over and grabbed it, smirking at the name that flashed upon the screen; Butchy Boy.
Hey, Butters. Am I driving you to school or what? Just give me a call, yeah? Love you, Crazy girl. X
I let out a mix between a scoff and a laugh at his text. He's always so impatiently, especially in the morning. Rather than calling him like he had asked, I began to text him back;
Yes, you're driving me to school. Hurry up and get over here. Love you too, idiot. X
After sending the text, I stuck my phone in the spacious pocket of my black jeans. I smirked as I glanced at myself in the mirror one final time. I fixed the stuck out collar of the coat and then fixed my overly messy hair. I looked like I had just gotten off of an hour-long motorcycle ride. But I liked it. And it was a good bet that Butch would too.
I began to walk away, all the while hugging the arms of Butch's gorgeous leather jacket.
Maxine Slater's POV
I honestly didn't think it was possible to be this nervous. Sure, I'm known to get nervous a lot, but this? This is surreal. Sitting in the waiting room of Townsville Hospital, waiting to be checked out, to make sure that everything's going alright inside my stomach. It sounds funny. This baby will be born just after graduation, and I'm still not used to it..even after it has been inside me for this long.
What if something is wrong? Dr Russell informed me that it was just a routine check-up. But my mind always like to assume the worst. Sometimes I miss who I was at the start of the year. Always smiling, never worrying. I was always just wanting to glide through life. I had this notion that everything would always be sunshine and daisies. But now I realise that not everything can go the way you want it to. You have to grow up sooner or later.
"Miss Slater?" A smooth voice rung out.
Pulling myself from my nervous thoughts, I shot my head up to see who was calling me, dumbfounded. There was a very tall man dressed in a white coat, black pants and simple white shoes. His thick black hair was the same as I remembered the last time I saw him. Doctor Russell was smiling at me, that same optimistic smile he shot me many times during Boomer and Bubbles' accident.
"Hello." I said shakily.
Doctor Russell smiled at me. He could sense how nervous I was. Doctors are strange like that, they must have like a sixth sense. For the past few months, I had seen Doctor Russell, but it was always on my own accord. This time, his sweet blonde receptionist had called me in. That can't be good, can it? I always make the appointments. God, I need to stop worrying.
"We're ready for you now," He spoke serenely before taking a look around. "No Mr McKane today?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat anxiously.
"He'll be here." I said in the quietest voice I could. Doctor Russell's eye brow raised slightly. "He'll be here." I repeated - this time louder and more convincing. He smiled weakly at me before motioning for me to follow him.
The look that Doctor Russell gave me had stung. It was as if he was pitying me in silence. He doesn't know Brody like I do. I know he is going to show up. He wouldn't miss this. Everything is finally perfect for Brody and I. We are back together, graduating as a couple, raising a child together. And all the while, my guilty feelings over my night-that-did-not-happen with Mitch is slipping away completely.
People often use that line; trouble in paradise? - Well finally there is no trouble in paradise.
I slowly rose from the uncomfortable seat that I had been sitting on for the past twenty minutes, and began to follow Doctor Russell into the examination room. The antibacterial smell clouding the room made me feel queasy and nauseous. But I pulled through. Soon I could leave and maybe catch the last period of school. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm not going to school today.
"Good morning, Miss Slater," A short brunette spoke to me. She was dressed similar to Doctor Russell. Her hair was up in a cute messy bun and she had thin white glasses covering her blazing green eyes. "I am Mrs Greg. You can call me Morgan, if you want. I'll be helping out Mr Russell with your check-up."
My eyebrow raised. Usually Doctor Russell deals with it. He gives me a check-up, tells me how healthy both I and the kid are, and then I get to go home. Why is this woman needing to help him? My hands started to clam up and I could feel my hair sticking to my face from sweat. Nerves, nerves, nerves. Damn.
"It's nice to meet you," I spoke after a long silence. "You can just call me Max."
Morgan's face lit up in a friendly smile. "Great. Now, this is simply routine, Max. You don't have anything to worry about. Just lie down on the chair and we can get started."
Nothing to worry about? Is this woman insane, or just plain silly? I was called in for a check-up, although I usually book the appointments to when best suits me. Doctor Russell also needs a second opinion. If that doesn't scream, "There is something terribly wrong with your unborn child," Then I don't know what does.
Swallowing yet another lump in my throat, I began to walk towards the large white chair beside the equipment and monitors. I lowered myself on to the comfortable chair and leaned back, silently hissing at the ache in my lower back. I had wished that looking fatter than an elephant would be the worst part of pregnancy. But no, it's the horrendous back pain.
"Is the father here?" Morgan asked casually.
A small frown tugged at my lips. "He's um..he'll be here."
Morgan shot me the same look that I had received from Dr Russell. The small and weak smile that showed nothing but sympathy and pity. I was finding it hard to breathe, all I could think about was the looks they were giving me. No matter what they think, Brody wouldn't miss this, I know he'll show up. He has to.
"Just lift your shirt up a little and we can get started." Morgan spoke softly.
Nodding, I reached down and pulled back my shirt, revealing my large bump in all it's glory. As I let go of my shirt, I resisted the urge just to reach my hand over and place it on my stomach. Just to maybe show whatever was inside of me, that everything was alright. That if it could tell how nervous I was..it was okay. Nerves were expected. But before I could touch my hardened stomach, it began tingling.
Morgan smeared that awfully cold jel on my stomach, near the bottom. It didn't sting exactly, but it did tingle a lot. The coldness of the jel was refreshing. Most girls complain, but I don't. Considering how much I was sweating, the jel was actually doing wonders.
All I could hear was the sound of Dr Russell scribbling something down on his little chart and the soft music playing in the waiting room. I tried to block out the noise of the voices in my head. They were all telling me the same thing; Brody isn't here. He's missing this. He doesn't want to be here.
I willed myself to calm down. It seemed to work for a few seconds, until the voices came back, so loud that it sounded like it were Morgan and Dr Russell's voices. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as Morgan placed the small thing that looked like a scanner you would see in a store on my stomach.
Just when the silence finally graced me, someone bursting through the door caused me to jolt up.
"Maxine," I thanked the heavens as that familiar mop of brown hair stood before me. "I'm so sorry. I got caught in traffic. Honestly, I tried everything to get here on time. I didn't miss anything, did I?"
A small smile broke out and my head shook.
"You didn't miss a thing." I said softly, reaching my hand out for him to take. He took it instantly and stood by my side, smiling at Morgan, who seemed pleased for me that Brody had turned up.
I really shouldn't have doubted him. He's my rock. I should have known he wouldn't miss this. Brody sensed my anxiety as Morgan rubbed the scanner over my cold stomach. He squeezed my hand tighter and placed his free hand on my forehead, slowly tracing it with his fingers. I sighed happily and leaned my head into him.
Morgan looked away from the monitor with a beaming smile on her face. "Well, everything seems to be just fine, Max. There are two healthy heartbeats. You're fine and so is your baby."
Both Brody and I let out sighs of relief. I didn't even care when she said that I am doing fine. It felt so much better to hear her say that my baby is fine. It seems so unreal. I'm so worried about this baby - this baby that I didn't even want - and it's not even here yet. I can't understand how it's possible to feel this way about someone you have never even met before.
"Would you like to know the gender?" Morgan asked us, glanced more towards me, as if Brody had no choice in the matter.
I hadn't even thought about knowing the gender. I mean, no matter what I'm going to look after this kid. Boy or girl. Small or tall. Straight or not. It doesn't really matter. But I guess knowing would be amazing. I never understood why some parents would want to wait to find out. That just means having both pink and blue blankets. Knowing is always the better option.
"What do you think?" I asked Brody. I wanted his full opinion. It wasn't just my kid. Brody's eyes met mine, he was wearing that handsome little smile, all excited and joyful. That was all the answer I needed.
"Sure."
We both turned to look at Morgan expectantly.
She grinned widely. "You, Miss Slater and Mr McKane, are having a beautiful little girl."
In that moment, everything felt less then reality. Everything inside of me bubbled up and I didn't feel like this was really happening. Of all people in the world that could receive a gift as amazing as this, it was me. Brody and I. Never did I think I could deserve it. I didn't even want it. I didn't want her. But now, it feels like..there aren't any words.
"A girl?" I whispered, dumbfounded. "I'm having a girl?"
Oh, I tried so hard not to cry, but I wasn't able to control my body or emotions anymore. I could feel Brody's hand slipping from mine as he turned to look at the monitor. I didn't immediately look at the screen, first I glanced up at Brody to see his expression.
I was in awe at the look on his face. His pupils were dilated and his mouth was hanging open slightly. His face was unmoving and his hands were still. Although practically unreadable, I could tell just how he was feeling. He was watching the screen blissfully, like nothing else mattered. His eyes gleamed in joy. He was officially on cloud nine.
Finally, I allowed myself to look at the screen.
My expression mirrored Brody's to a perfect ten. I could see her. She was so..small. So fragile. It took seconds to register that she was mine. I get to teach that little tiny person to walk and to talk. Everything that I did or said or taught was going to shape her into the person she would one day be. I finally had a second chance to get something right for once.
"She's..wow." Brody whispered. I had never once seen Brody McKane out of words in my entire life. It wasn't surprising, though, I couldn't seem to find the words to speak either.
"We'll just give you a few moments." Dr Russell's voice called to us as him and Morgan made their way out.
As soon as they were gone, I tore my eyes away from the screen. Brody didn't. He just stared. I put my hand over his and traced circles, grabbing his attention back to me. His mouth was still open in shock, but his eyes were dancing in joy. It was the happiest I had ever seen him.
"We're having a girl." I stated the obvious.
Brody immediately broke out into a beaming smile and sat down on the bed beside me, wrapping one of his strong arms around me. I took a long breath, trying to process everything. Brody's lips hovered above my forehead. He gave me a sweet, lingering kiss, before pulling back and his cobalt blue eyes met mine.
"We're having a girl." He repeated softly.
A frown broke out on my face as I realised that I came so close to thinking that Brody was going to miss this. Of course he wouldn't have. Even after the break up, I knew he would never let me down. And after I told him I was pregnant all those months ago, he didn't let me down. I should have trusted that.
"I'm sorry that I doubted you. But there's just one thing I don't doubt. Brody, I know you're going to be an amazing father. And even after graduation, and everything changes, I'll never doubt for even a second that we can do this."
Brody was quiet for a few seconds, silently digesting everything I had said. A small smile tugged at his lips. I took a breath, looking down at my hands and Brody held them tightly in his own.
"I don't doubt that you're going to be an amazing parent either," He said sweetly. "Who cares about how hard it's going to be, or what people will think about us. We were never exactly normal anyway," I laughed lightly, giving him a nod. "I love you, Maxy."
I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, the feeling lingering between us. My hand slipped out of his and I placed it on his neck, itching to be just a little closer to him. It felt odd, being able to touch and kiss him again. But I could never tire of it.
"I love you too," I replied gleefully. "Forever.." My lips neared his own. "..And always." He broke the space between us and his lips once again pressed against mine. Our arms were over each other in seconds, and I almost forgot where I was, all I could think about was this moment, where it felt like we had never broken up.
It just felt like us again.
Normal POV
"Damn." Blossom cursed aloud as she skimmed through her book entitled; The Next Step. In other words - it was a college brochure. She had been sat on the same bench for a full ten minutes reading this book. Each page was worse than the next. Blossom had to resist the urge she had to rip the thin book in half.
After having a long time to think, Blossom decided that it would be best to find a good college in Townsville. She didn't want to move half-way across the world just to go to her dream school.
Except, Blossom was surprised to find that there was not exactly a rich variety of decent colleges in Townsville. Most of them where what some would consider a "Party school." And the rest were simply awful. The worst of the worst. Nothing quite stood out enough for Blossom to seem interested in. If she did want to find a great college, she was going to have to leave Townsville. And that just wasn't an option for the red-head.
She was getting frustrated. And that was never a good sign. A frustrated Utonium meant trouble.
"I've been looking for you everywhere," A deep voice distracted Blossom from her reading. She glanced up from her brochure to see Brick hovering over the bench. He sent a handsome, easy smile her way before sitting down next to her. "Where have you been? Here, I got you lunch."
Blossom looked down at Brick's hands to see him holding a tuna and cucumber sandwich. She accepted it and placed it down in front of her. Although the gesture was sweet, Blossom was concerned that Brick was still worried over her no-longer-existent eating disorder. He brought her food every time she skipped lunch. It was getting tiring.
She dismissed the feeling and leaned forward to give Brick a chaste kiss on his cheek. Blossom smiled at him before turning back to her book. Brick glanced at the brochure as well, raising his eyebrow in amusement.
"Thank-you," Blossom replied in a monotone voice. "Sorry," She muttered half heartedly. "I've just been stressing over my options for college. Did you know that there are over twelve colleges in and around Townsville, and they are all awful?"
Brick's eyebrow remained raised. Blossom looked up at him, seriousness drowning her expression. There was a small silence before Brick let out a dangerously low chuckle and snatched the college brochure out of her hands. He pursed his lips in concentration as she skimmed through a couple of the school articles.
"Hmm," Brick mused. "You're right, Blossy. These colleges suck. So, what's the problem?"
Blossom blinked.
She furrowed her brows and frowned. It confused her how someone so amazingly smart could be so unbelievably dense. She reached forward and grabbed her book back from Brick's clutches, huffing in frustration. Brick smirked at her expression. His eyes then lit up in amusement at her angered reaction.
Only Blossom Utonium would this frustrated over a simple thing like looking at college brochures.
"What's the problem?" Blossom repeated while looking at Brick like he was idiotic. "The problem is that I have to apply to colleges. Now. And I don't want to apply to one far away from Townsville. If I don't find one near here, then I really am doomed to fail." Blossom moped with a small pout.
Brick rolled his blood red eyes. "You are not doomed to fail. Come on, lighten up, Bloss. We have tons of time to do this."
"We do not. Graduation is right around the corner, Brick. We have to start applying to colleges now, before we are too late and no one will accept us," Blossom groaned as she pinched the bridge of her nose, giving a slight shake of her head. She sighed before glancing back at Brick, whom was wearing his usual carefree smile. "Why aren't you making a big deal about this? You want into a good college just as much as I do."
There was a stunned silence.
Brick swallowed the harsh lump in his throat.
Sure, ever since his first year at Townsville High, he had dreamed about going to the perfect college. He never knew exactly what he wanted to do, career wise, but he liked having his options. His brothers couldn't care less about the subject, but Brick had always cared dearly.
Now the time to start thinking towards the future was nearing, and Brick's mind was stuck.
The auburn-haired boy's eyes set on Blossom. A brave smile lit up his face.
"Everything will work out, Bloss. I know it will."
"Can you promise me that?" Blossom asked as she lowered her eyes. She stared at the ground, the silence lingering around her question. Blossom had never been one to believe in promises, but if Brick promised something, who would she be not to believe it?
Brick reached out and lifted her chin up to look at him. Her stressed pink eyes bore into his bloody red orbs. He looked at her tenderly, wishing that she would just cheer up and smile at him again. Brick hated seeing Blossom in so much distress. It was like someone was literally trying to push his buttons and make him upset.
"Yes," Brick's velvety voice spoke. "I promise that everything will work out. It always does, right?"
Blossom forced a smile to her lips. She understood his argument. Everything always did end up working out for the gang, no matter what it was. Blossom just needed to have some faith. She nodded and set her brochure down on her school bag, turning fully towards Brick. She leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"I really do love you." She said sweetly.
Brick smiled. "I love you too, Bloss."
She leaned towards Brick and kissed him again - this time on the lips. Blossom closed her eyes as she slipped her arms loosely around Brick's neck, but she could still see those red eyes of his. In her mind, it was all she could see. Those eyes. Striking, honest, loving, red eyes. Blossom kissed him with as much passion she could muster.
Her heart was beating so fast that she could hear it, and was sure that Brick could too. Even moments like this, after so many months of dating, Blossom still got light-headed when they kissed. It was strange. How could it be that after all this time, Brick could still make her feel this way? Like she was high on cloud nine.
She wished silently that this wouldn't change. That even after graduation, she could still spend each day with Brick. Maybe things would change for them after time? Maybe everything would change. But until that time came she would go on to love that boy more and more.
Soon, she would apply to colleges, and then she would really have to see the good in goodbye.
Blossom could remember a time when everything was really messed up. When she was lying to herself, damaging herself, screwing up her future, and everything around her was falling apart. She couldn't seem to understand how she allowed it to happen. But alas, that was what growing up was all about. Learning from the mistakes you make, and realising that it's alright to have made those mistakes. So long as you don't allow it to define yourself.
"I've screwed everything up royally. I remember you saying that growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change." - Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
Bubbles was searching through her busy locker. Eventually she spotted her chemistry book sitting by the back. She pulled it out and stuck it in her bag for her next class which was starting in five minutes. Just as she was pulling away to close her locker, she noticed Tyler standing idly by, waiting for someone by the looks of it.
Their eyes met across the hall and she sent him a soft smile, which he seemed to return. His smile didn't seem sincere. It wasn't the usual down-to-earth grin he usually sported. Bubbles sighed in distress before closing her locker. She decided to go over and talk to him, just to apologize for the way she had treated him recently.
It wasn't like she regretted letting him down. She just felt bad about how they had left things. Tyler wasn't a bad guy. He didn't deserve to have someone he loved leave him, and then the other girl he love treat him like he meant nothing. Bubbles couldn't get the way his face dropped the instant she told him that, "They had never happened." Because that wasn't true.
What they had still did mean something to Bubbles - she just felt that way for someone else now.
Bubbles closed her river-blue bag before slowly making her way over to Tyler. She caught the way he tensed up slightly as she began to walk over. Bubbles stood before him seconds later, struggling to find her ice-breaker for this apology.
"Um.." The blonde muttered. "Hi, Tyler."
The brunette awkwardly stared at his locker. "Hey, Bubbles."
"Can we talk? Please?"
"..Class is starting in a couple of minutes-"
"Tyler," Bubbles said sharply, cutting him off from his excuses. Their eyes met intensely. "Please?"
He nodded with reluctance and shrugged. "Yeah, sure, I guess. What do you want to talk about?"
There was a soft silence as Bubbles pondered what to say to him. She had been dreading this one conversation, even more than their first conversation since their break-up. The one where she told him that the girl for him, the girl who would turn him back into the man that knew how to love someone, was out their somewhere. Now she felt like an idiot. Because the man that she turned him into never did get any luck in the love department.
Tyler awaited her to speak patiently.
"Look," The blonde finally dared speak. "I'm really sorry about all the things I said when I came over to your house. It was out of line, and I shouldn't have spoken to you the way I did."
"Hey, you don't have to apologize, love." Tyler said, half-hearted.
Bubbles frowned. "Yes I do." She insisted. "I don't even know what I came over me. Things are..changing, day by day. I'm scared that soon, we'll stop talking and it won't be because of a silly little argument. It'll be because we have to move on and grow up. But I shouldn't have tried to push you away like that. Especially not after everything we've been through, and everything with Skylar. I really am sorry, Ty."
At the mention of Skylar's name, Tyler cringed silently. Ever since she had left, he felt like there was this hole in his life that only the small blue-haired beauty could fill. He missed every single thing about her. The way she smirked devilishly at him. They way she laughed musically. And most importantly, the way she said, "I love you,". It was like all of her emotion built into those three words. He took it for granted, and just at the mention of her name, he was reminded of it.
The brunette bit the side of his cheek - trying to stop himself from pouring out all the things he wanted to say. He understood everything that she had said. It all made crystal clear sence. Tyler nodded slowly in forgiveness, watching as Bubbles' pink lips curved into a crooked smile.
"I get you," Tyler said, returning her smile. "It's okay. I think I needed to hear what you had to say anyway. I was sulking, not wanting to leave my couch, and you showing up and relieving the tension just made me feel like I could come outside again. So I should be thanking you."
"Not necessary."
Tyler shook his head and rolled his eyes. Bubbles always was too stubborn to accept a genuine thank-you.
"Friends?" Bubbles asked with hope in her eyes.
"We never stopped," He replied. "Come on, love, let's get to class before we get detention. I know how much you hate those."
They shared a laugh before taking off to their next class of the day. For once there wasn't an awkward tension lingering in the air between them. Bubbles simply laughed along with her hopeless romantic of an ex-boyfriend. Even though she felt like an idiot for what she had told him after their break-up, she knew. She just knew. One day, Tyler would find someone who could make him really love again. And that girl? She would always be just around the corner.
School had wrapped up for the day, and Mitch Mitchelson was making his way into The Cove.
He had noticed the beautiful girl whom he had been flirting with the second he walked inside. She gave him a coy smile from behind the bar before turning back to the broody looking customer in front of her. Mitch walked over to his usual table with a beaming grin on his face, eager to find out if he had the job.
It wasn't just that he wanted to work here. He needed to work here. His eldest brother, Nick, was having enough trouble as it is with paying the bills. His mother couldn't afford to drag herself out of the debt she had brought upon herself this time. Mitch felt that it was his chance to save them this time. After all, his younger brother was too young to work, and Freddie would never get a job. He would most likely hit on the woman interviewing him.
Mitch sat down on one of the squishy orange chairs and pulled out his phone. He smiled at the latest text from Buttercup. She said, "Good luck, Mitchelson." Mitch was hoping that luck was enough to pull through this time. The Mitchelson's were used to having money troubles, but this time, Mitch wanted to prove that he could be just as responsible as Nick, and help out too.
As Mitch looked up, he noticed Hailey making her way over to him. He has his eyebrow raised, pleased, at how nice she looked. Her strawberry blonde hair in a tight bun, her eyes gazing at him in interest, and her short black skirt doing wonders for her long, milky legs.
"I have great news," Hailey chirped. "My boss, Mr Smith, said he will give you a trial run."
Mitch's face lit up instantly. "Just like that?"
"Yes. We're dangerously under-staffed. He said you can start first thing. If you do a decent job, you can work full-time, under the hours that best suit your schedule."
Letting out a sigh of great relief, Mitch thanked Hailey for all of her help before she headed back behind the counter. Mitch couldn't seem to get the grin off of his face. He instantly pulled out his mobile phone and texted Buttercup the good news. Although it was only a trial run, Mitch had a good feeling about this. He remained optimistic that this would hopefully help out with the bills. With his paycheck plus Nick's, their family was bound to be free from their financial problems in no time.
Before he could put his phone back in his pocket it began to ring - Nick Mitchelson calling.
Mitch's lips crooked in a half-smile. He was excited to be able to tell his older brother the wonderful news.
"Nick, hey." Mitch spoke into the phone.
"We have a problem."
The smile wiped off of Mitch's face, and his excited demeanor soon tensed up at the frantic desperation in Nick's tone. Mitch sat up straighter in his seat. His whole face contorted in confusion and unease. Nick never usually sounded so unnerved. It must have been important.
"It can't be that bad," Mitch spoke. "After all, I just got a job at The Cove. The money troubles should be sorted soon."
"I wish that were true. As it turns out, mom was hiding a little more than just unpaid bills and small debt. She just informed me that with all of our money being blown on the new house, we're officially broke. There's nothing left unless we find a way to come into some money quick."
The brunette closed his eyes and took Nick's words in. He felt that harsh and raw ache in the pit of his stomach. He had heard all of this before. Sandy wasn't exactly the most responsible when it came to money. Raising four boys on her own was always a tough job. But moving for the second time was apparently enough to clean them out - for good this time.
"Can't she call the bank and get a loan?" Mitch asked.
"Afraid not. She forgot to mention that she had already gotten a loan after the third time she remodeled the kitchen. I called Freddie, he's going to try and come up with some money, but I don't think it'll be enough to cover the bills, never mind the huge debt that we're in. Look, congratulations on getting a job. I'll try to pick up more shifts..I don't know. Just hang tight. I'll sort this, Mitch."
The attractive brunette's face turned from worried to devastated in a matter of seconds.
Mitch tugged at the collar of his white polo shirt, instantly feeling claustrophobic in this small cafe. His eyes looked wildly around The Cove, searching for nothing in particular, just anything to distract his mind from how messed up things had gotten. This was his moment. Mitch Mitchelson had finally taken control and succeeded in his fruitless attempt to save his family, and now if felt useless. He just knew he had to do something.
"Yeah," He muttered distantly. "We'll sort this. All of us. I'll see you tonight."
Ending the call, Mitch let out a rough sigh. He tucked his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. Mitch sat still for a couple of seconds, trying to register everything. Both of his hands glided through his soft chocolate coloured hair. He sat there, his head in his hands, trying to figure out how to fix this.
He had to come up with something. Fast. A way to solve all of his families problems. Mitch was sick of sitting back and letting Nick sort everything out. He needed to find a way to do this without Nick knowing.
Mitch suddenly nodded to himself as an idea struck him; it was risky, dangerous and could cause a lot of trouble. But he was willing to take a risk. It was just the type of guy he was. And as of now? The risk had to be taken.
"As a man begins to understand the sacrifices he must make to live the life he dreams of, he often loses his courage for such a life." - Josie Sigler, The Galaxie and Other Rides
Buttercup smirked to herself as she neared Butch's house.
She had planned to beat him at Ultimate Racing 4 again so she could hold on to his jacket a little longer. Plus, she needed to get out of her house. Her sisters were going crazy. Blossom was stressed about colleges and Bubbles was dancing all about the place, practicing for a Performing Arts school interview, no doubt.
All of the commotion was making Buttercup nervous. She wouldn't admit it to even herself. But she was more nervous than anyone about graduation. She just needed to get her mind off of it for a couple of hours. And what better way to do so than beat your boyfriend at his favourite video game?
Buttercup pushed the thick red door of Butch's home open and walked straight in like she owned the place.
She wandered down the hall towards the living room, where she assumed Butch would be. As she neared the living room, she could hear loud banging like gunshots. Buttercup rolled her eyes, assuming that Brick was watching one of his pointless action movies again.
Buttercup enjoyed action movies, but only if they served purpose. Brick's movies were always just people randomly shooting each other - there was no motive or clear reason. Still, Brick could only watch these films in solitude considering Blossom always forced him to watch romantic chick-flicks. Buttercup despised those types of movies just as much as Brick.
She strolled over to the dark couch and sunk down onto it beside Brick, startling him. He had been so fascinated and intrigued by his movie that he didn't even hear anyone come in. He turned to face Buttercup - his face contorted in surprise. He let out a small sigh and rolled his eyes as Buttercup smirked at him.
"It's just you," He spoke softly. "What are you doing here?"
Buttercup shrugged. "Blossom has been studying all day. Bubbles is dancing around the living room. I got bored. Is Butch around?" She asked in curiosity.
"Yeah. He's upstairs," Brick responded before furrowing his brows. "Wait. Blossom has been studying all day?"
"All day," Buttercup repeated. "She's going mental, Brick. Talking about colleges and all that noise. You should go over and calm her down or something. Seriously. I don't see why she's so obsessed with finding a college. We've got plenty of time."
Brick looked off in thought and frowned. He had told Blossom the same thing, but being on the receiving end of it made him realise that it really didn't sound right. They didn't have plenty of time. Time is what they were lacking. Brick felt like an idiot for not realising that Blossom wouldn't have listened to him. Of course she would still be crazed about colleges.
"Aren't you going to college?" Brick asked in confusion. He was sure that Buttercup would do anything to get out of Townsville, so why wasn't she looking for somewhere to go after graduation? He watched as Buttercup tensed up at his question.
"That's not important. I just want to help Bloss calm down. I mean, yeah, we're graduating soon, but why is everyone freaking out about it? We all know what we want to do. We all have some sort of idea." Buttercup said nonchalantly.
Brick narrowed his eyes.
She was lying.
He knew Buttercup well enough to know when she was putting something on. It was so obvious to him now. Him and Buttercup were in the same boat. Neither knew what they wanted to do after high school, and neither wanted to be left behind either.
"Think of it this way," Brick started. His eyes glanced forwards to meet Buttercup's. "Where do you think Butch will be in..five years?" He asked her.
Buttercup's face lit up in a smile. "Butch? He'll be kicking it back in London or somewhere with sun. He'll be boxing professionally, at least I think he will be. He's Butch. He'll do whatever he wants."
Brick nodded and smiled. He agreed with her one-hundred percent.
"And Blossom? Where will she be in five years?"
"She'll still be living here in good ol' Townsville. Teaching in a kindergarten class, no doubt."
Brick chuckled. "Bubbles?"
"Oh, she'll be dancing in tons of broadway shows and all that noise. She'll most likely bring Boomer along for the ride too."
"Brody?"
Buttercup grinned. "Brody will be something cool. He'll be like a business type, maybe a lawyer? Something smart. Then when he gets home, he'll be looking after his kid with Max. They'll probably be married or at least engaged. I just know it."
"And you?"
Silence filled the air. The amused smile dropped from Buttercup's face as Brick's question circled around her mind. She glanced at him, his blood red eyes filled with curiosity. Brick pursed his lips and nodded slightly, almost admitting that he himself knew that Buttercup didn't have the answer to his question. Buttercup almost forgot just how smart Brick was.
Buttercup swallowed the lump in her throat and turned away from Brick's gaze.
"I don't know, okay?" She muttered in defeat.
It hit her then. She knew exactly what all of her friends and sisters were going to achieve in adulthood, yet she wasn't aware of what she wanted to accomplish. Brick didn't either. That was one of the few things that they both had in common. They would be left behind.
Brick and Buttercup looked at each other and there was nothing but silence.
Just then, the sound of someone coming downstairs interrupted both of their thoughts. Butch's face lit up in a grin as he saw his girlfriend sat there. Buttercup turned to look at him and she forced a smile to her now ghostly white face. Being as dimwitted as he is, Butch didn't notice anything bothering her, and casually walked over.
"Hey, crazy girl." Butch said with a smile.
Buttercup rose from the couch and stood in front of Butch.
"Hi." She muttered.
Butch leaned forward and pulled her in for a kiss. Buttercup kissed back, letting her mind clear of all bad thoughts about graduation, and then realised that Brick was still sat there. She pushed Butch back by pressing the palm of her hand against his toned chest. She gave him a look of warning.
"No personal displays of affection, idiot."
"It's only Brick." Butch shrugged.
"She's right, please do that somewhere else." Brick replied before turning back to his movie.
Buttercup rolled her eyes at Brick, trying to hold back an amused laugh. She turned back to Butch and smiled, missing his company. She turned on her heel and began to walk towards the stairs, Butch following her like a lost puppy. They headed up to Butch's messy bed room. Buttercup once begged him to clean it after she almost broke her neck by tripping over god-knows-what. Apparently Butch decided against cleaning, because it was still a tip.
"Ultimate Racing 4?" Buttercup asked as she sat in front of Butch's television.
Butch smirked. "You just want to bet me that you'll win so you can borrow my jacket for longer."
"That's not true," Buttercup looked at him coyly. "..Okay, maybe it is, but who cares. Are you in or not?"
Rather than reply, Butch sunk down on the ground next to Buttercup. He grabbed one of his game controllers and passed the second one to Buttercup. He took a second to appreciate how amazing she really did look in his leather coat. Most guys love it when their girlfriends wore their clothes, although Butch was never like that with any of his girlfriends. But he made the exception for Buttercup.
"You know, my jacket looks good on you." Butch said sweetly, tearing Buttercup's eyes away from the screen. Buttercup's lips curved slightly into a smirk. She leaned forward and her face lingered before his.
"It looks better on me than you." She said with as much cheek as she could muster before placing a kiss on his lips. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Buttercup really knew how to push Butch's buttons.
Butch chuckled. "Whatever you want to believe."
"Let's just do this."
They both glared at the screen as the game started. Buttercup didn't sweat. She knew she was going to win, and on some level, Butch did too. But that didn't matter. Buttercup did indeed look so much better in that jacket than Butch did.
"A girl?"
Maxine watched as Bubbles' face lit up in a grin. The brunette shuffled nervously in her chair, realising that telling Bubbles right away probably wasn't the best idea. She glanced over to the counter, to notice Mitch watching them curiously. They were sat at The Cove, grabbing a quick coffee.
There was a short silence until Bubbles let out a high pitched squeal that made Maxine and many others in the café cover their ears. Maxine couldn't help but laugh at Bubbles' reaction. She had never seen the blonde so darn excited. It was endearing, really.
"Yes, I'm having a girl." Maxine responded. She smiled brightly at Bubbles, still unable to believe the news herself.
Just as Maxine was about to tell Bubbles all about her trip to see Doctor Russell, she felt someone looming behind her and turned her head to see who it was. Mitch was stood there with her coffee re-fill in his hand. She realised that so much coffee was not a good idea but what Brody didn't see wouldn't hurt him. He had been overly cautious about what she ate and drank all week.
Maxine took a good look at Mitch, eyeing his outfit. He was dressed in a black and blue checkered shirt and black jeans. That was one of the things that Maxine loved about him. His dress sense gave people the illusion that he was smart, but that wasn't the case. He wasn't exactly dimwitted but he wasn't all that bright either.
Mitch passed Maxine her coffee with a sullen look on his face.
"Congratulations." He said referring to Maxine's great news. She smiled at him in thanks and accepted the hot plastic cup of coffee from his hands. There was a moment of silence until Maxine began to speak.
"You too," She said quietly. Mitch raised his eyebrow at her in confusion. "Um..for getting the job here, I mean." She clarified more clearly while looking down at her coffee.
Bubbles watched them in silence. Her bright blue eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the exchange. She could sense the thick tension from a mile off. Bubbles wondered why there would be so much awkward tension between two people whom had only been friends for a week. Before she could think more on the subject, Mitch had thanked Maxine and turned to walk back to the counter.
"You alright?" Maxine asked Bubbles curiously, bringing the blonde back to earth.
"Oh, yeah, totally."
Maxine took a sip of her burning hot coffee before setting it down on the oak table in front of them. She reached to her side and searched for her purse so that she could give Brody a quick call. Suddenly the brunette remembered that she had left her purse back in the hospital. How could she have forgotten to pick it up? Maxine let out a sigh of sheer frustration before turning back to Bubbles.
"Hey, I left my purse at the hospital. Would you mind coming with me to get it?"
Bubbles shrugged. "Sure. I have nothing better to do today."
The blonde reached into the pocket of her baby blue jeans and pulled out some cash for the coffee's. She sat the money down on the table and rose to her feet, followed by Maxine. Bubbles was making her way out the door when she noticed Mitch waving to Maxine. It looked like the two were having an intense staring match. Bubbles narrowed her eyes, determined to find out what went on between the two.
Maxine tore her eyes away from the newly appointed waiter and followed Bubbles out of the door. They began walking towards Brody's shiny red Volkswagen that he let Maxine borrow for the evening. They got inside the beautiful car and shut the doors. Bubbles decided to drive, considering Maxine didn't like driving. They both did their seat belts.
As the car started to move, Maxine leaned forward to stick on the car radio. A Maroon 5 song started blasting loudly. Bubbles grinned with pried lips as the song started to play. It was one of her favourites. Maxine sat back in the passenger seat and let out a small sigh, thinking about how well things were going now. She was so happy after her appointment. Brody rushed straight home and told his mother, Faye, who if possible, was more excited than Brody himself.
"So, what are you naming her?" Bubbles asked slyly, a hint of curiosity tugging at her voice.
Maxine rolled her eyes and smiled. "Not Bubbles."
"Why not? It's a cute name..right?"
"Yes," The brunette laughed as Bubbles pouted sweetly. "I just had a name in mind, and it is not Bubbles. It's Lola. After Brody's aunt."
"Lola? That's so cute!" Bubbles squealed causing Maxine to once again cover her ears. The blonde's squeals were louder than the music - and that was hard to achieve. Maxine felt something, or rather someone, kicking her. She looked down at her ginormous stomach and laughed.
"I think she likes it."
Bubbles grinned. "Yeah, I think she does."
After another ten minutes of driving, Bubbles singing along to Maroon 5, and Maxine getting kicked non-stop, the girls saw the Townsville Hospital in the distance. Bubbles started to slow down the car as they neared the driveway. Maxine began to unbuckle her seat-belt as the car came to a halt. Bubbles did the same before opening the door and stepping out into the sunny environment.
"I'll just run into the examination room and see if Doctor Russell's assistant is around. You can wait in the waiting room, if you want?" Maxine asked as the pair walked through the white double-doors of the hospital. Bubbles shrugged and began walking towards the waiting room.
The pregnant brunette quickly made her way down the hall and ducked into the examination room she had been in earlier that day.
Bubbles wandered around the waiting room, humming the same tune that she had sung in the car. She realised it might take Maxine a while to find her purse, considering she would probably have a talk with Doctor Russell's assistant before leaving. So, she decided to go see Russell and have a chat of her own.
She hadn't had a chance to really thank Doctor Russell for not only saving her life, although she had Butch to thank more for that, but for also helping Boomer out during his time of need. She really appreciated everything that Russell did for them.
As she neared that familiar office that belonged to the Doctor himself, she set a happy smile on her face, excited to see him again. She stood in front of the door and grasped onto the door-knob. Just as she was about to push the door open, she noticed someone was in there with him.
Bubbles glanced through the window and suddenly let out a gasp.
It was Boomer.
All colour disappeared from Bubbles' face. She felt like she had just seen a ghost. As she continued to stare at Boomer and Doctor Russell through the window, she felt her mind racing. She was unable to move or speak. Bubbles could feel her eyes watering but blinked them away in a second.
Before she knew it, she was hyperventilating. Her breathing was short and harsh.
Unable to look for another second, Bubbles immediately spun on her heels and ran as fast as she could. She ran right past Maxine, who was making her way out of the examination room, and right out of the door. Maxine's whole face contorted in confusion as she ran out after the blonde.
"Bubbles! Where are you going!?" Maxine yelled as she watched Bubbles run off. "Bubbles!"
The blonde could hear Maxine's confused cries, but she continued to run. She had to get away from the hospital, away from Boomer, away from all of his lies. He had told her that he hadn't seen Doctor Russell, that he had been feeling better, that he didn't need to go to the hospital. And he had went behind her back. He really was hiding something.
And it was big. He was hiding something big.
Bubbles suddenly stopped running once she was out of view from Maxine. Her hand shot over her mouth as she let out a shocked sob. Her head was still spinning, faster than ever, and she couldn't think straight because of it.
Boomer was lying to her.
"What upsets me is not that you lied to me, but that from now on I can no longer believe you." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Wooh (Sigh of relief) It's done. That chapter took a while. Well, there is is. Thank-you for reading :)
Well, the story is coming to it's end. There will be some powerful last chapters. What's been your favorite story-line/twist so far? Just curious to know! :)
Next Chapter - Bubbles decides to find out what Boomer is hiding, even if it means ruining their relationship. Mitch needs money, and does something risky in order to get it. Buttercup and Brick continue to feel on edge as exams are nearing. And Blossom has a big decision to make after finding out that someone in the group has already applied to college.
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Allie
