Mixed colours, PPGXRRB BOOK2

Petty

Boomers POV:

I clenched my fists when I heard blossom being with Wyatt, of all people why Wyatt? A player that's known for breaking hearts left to right.
That's not the point. I thought me and blossom were tryna fix things? Or did she just wanted to set me up, I let out a small smile at Ella and proceeded to warm up the cold cinnamon roll that was in the freezer,
"That's strange, I thought Wyatt was tryna get with Amanda?" I felt the strong urge to fight Wyatt but that would end up showing blossom I still had feelings for her, I don't wanna show it until I know where hers are.
"Yeah that was weird, I found out Amanda cheated on butch with her ex and tried playing Wyatt at the same time. Weird huh?" Ella sat next to blossom as Charlotte sat on the other side.
"It sure is, anyways. Cheers to your friend getting laid tonight" I hated that I said that but it was true, blossom would probably end up fucking Wyatt. Since virgins are horny Spazy people and have no control who they want inside them or to be inside.
"Cheers!"
"I- I'm not gonna be getting laid" said blossom while hiccuping,
"Oh really? Why not? I thought you liked him" i know I know...kinda bitchy how I'm sounding but come on, the player never gets played.
"I don't.." she hiccuped again while gliding her finger on top of her shot glass.

Buttercups POV:

After a ten shots I felt everything hit me at once, I felt really drunk, not to mention I kept on looking at brick sitting at the table across the bar, it was in plain sight but far away,
Time from time we would catch each other's eyes but we would look away. Maybe it's because I'm drunk but I feel pretty darn shy right about now,
"Hey bubbles, I'm gonna go for a walk. I'll be back" I got up from the table then pulled my miniature duffel bag over my shoulder then began looking down to focus on my footing so I wouldn't trip over.
"What? No buttercup your to drunk," said bubbles while she stood up from the table trying to reach for my hand,
By this time I almost fell over but caught myself by holding onto the wall. Yikes.
"I'm fine, I'm gonna have a smoke" i said while walking towards the entrance then pushed the door open,
"But buttercup you don't smoke..." bubbles sighed and sat back down.

I started wobbling towards the outside table and sat down to clear my mind, why does brick gotta be here? And why did I have to get this drunk?.....
As minutes pass by, could feel myself coming in and out of a blackout. Soon after I turned over to see brick helping me up from the chair that I was sitting on, I could careless who the fuck is helping me right about now. I'm tired and I wanna sleep,
"Can you carry me back homeeee. I wanna *hiccup* sleep" I reached my arms up to be picked up, but instead he gave me a glare.
"Are you mad?"
"No shit, you're out here drunk and alone. Do you think I want my ex being on the news for missing?" He rolled his eyes and lifted me up bridal style as I laid my head onto his chest, my head is spinning all around in circles and I don't know what to do or say. All I can think about it how nice he smells,
"You smell nice" shit...I said it out loud....
"Gee, thanks I guess" he said in an annoyed tone of voice.
"How about we go to the park before I sleep?" I said
"No we're going home. Before you get kidnapped from some creep"
"How about no..." I began floating up while crossing my arms while keeping locked eye contact with him, flying or not I don't wanna fly or walk nor do I wanna go home without going to a park.
"Ugh..stay down to my level" brick said as he grabbed onto my waist and pulled me back down,
"Sooo we going to a park then?" I raised an eyebrow while keeping my arms crossed. Yes I was gonna pull a brat move drunk, only way to get to a park. That or I fight him, his choice
"It's like eleven at night, you said you were tired"
"Well now I wanna go to a fucking park where I could think and drink"
"You ain't drinking anymore-"
Before he could answer I pulled out a small bottle of vodka that was stuffed into my duffel back.
I smirked while he looked down at the bottle, we may not have saw each other for years but he still knows my personality and knows I would go with or without him.
"Fine...but if you try run away at the park I'm throwing the closet thing at your damn head"
I smiled in a response and he began heading south,
I forgot to tell bubbles where I'm going......
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