We meet again

Part 18

BUBBLES POV:

Okay! So when I tell you I don't remember anything from last night.... I mean it. One minute I was talking with my sisters, the next I was waking up in my bed. I woke up with a nasty headache and absolutely no memory of what happened. Crap! I probably had to much to drink! Dang it!

I groaned then sat up. I massaged my temples in an attempt to soothe my ponding headache. "Dang..." I mutter. I drag myself outta bed and head to the kitchen to see if we have Aleve or something.

As I'm tearing apart the cabinets, I come across a jar of chocolate. They're not just any chocolate, though. They're the truffles filled with sea salt caramel.... The best type. One wouldn't hurt right? I can picture it now. Me taking a bite of the truffle and having the caramel-

"Don't even think about it." Boomers voice draws be out of my daydream. "You already drank half a stash of booze, I don't think you'd want to add bourbon caramel truffles to that list."

"Bourbon? But doesn't that cook out?"

"Not with these truffles. They're really strong too. I bet because of your incapacity to holding liquor, you'd get drunk after eating three."

I frown then get a cup down and head to the fridge to get me some water. "Hey Boomer? Do we have any Aleve?"

"If it's not in the cabinets then no." He gives a nervous smile—weird—then walks into the living area and turns on the TV.

I groan then head back into my room. I pick up my phone and press the on button. It pops up with a little battery symbol. "Seriously?" I sighed and dragged myself to the charger.

When my phone turns on I see ten missed called from blossom, five unread texts from Buttercup. "Dang... she's gonna kill me." I shivered at the thought of missing Blossoms calls. Buttercup and Blossom both had tried to get ahold of me. I found it very sweet that they cared. But that led me to more questions, "what the hell happened last night?"

BOOMER POV:

How do you tell someone who's sober that when they were drunk they admitted to having a crush on you in front of almost everyone? And another thing! How do you tell this sober person that was drunk at the time that you know they like you and you like them back?

WHY DID MY LIFE JUST GET SO MUCH MORE DIFFICULT?! Okay... breathe! Just breathe! Everything will work out.

Maybe.

Ugh!!!! This is a total nightmare! Okay. So I should probably explain what happened last night. Bubbles had dragged me over to play spin the bottle and that's where we stayed for an hour or so.

"What's your name again?" Bubbles—er drunk Bubbles—asked me.

"Boomer." I had said for the ten-millionth time.

"My friend has that same name! Y'know him? He's like really cute. Like really cute." She started giggling, then hiccuping, and then she started to cough.

I patted her on the back until she calmed down again. "So I've heard." I could feel my cheeks heat up at her compliment.

"You look like him too. But you're fuzzy."

"Fuzzy?" 'How the hell can she be this cute?' I remember thinking. She had her head tilted to the side as she examined me.

"Mhm. I can't really see you that well. You're like a blurry blur."

"Blurry blur?" She made me chuckle at the nonsense she was speaking.

"Yeah! Blurry blur fuzzy face." She was slurring her words together and making this annoyed face at me.

"Okay then." I rolled my eyes and ruffled her hair. She was dressed really cute. Well— Uhh... hotish cute? Is that even a thing? Whatever, that's how she looked. Hotish cute. Yup. Anyways!

She got up and ran off, forcing me to chase after her. When I found her, she was in some room with a bunch of lights. Okay, so it was a dark room. What I mean by a bunch of lights is little laser looking things. Black light things that made your clothes glow. Bubbles had this white cloud looking thing around her arms, it was glowing in the lighting.

"Hey! I found you!" She ran over to me and smiled. "I met this guy who looked like you!"

"Uhhhh..." I looked around confused.

"Even had the same name! Ain't that crazy?!" She was smiling even more now.

"What are you-" oh... dam. So now she thought I was the 'original Boomer'? "Never mind."

"Guess what!" She grabbed my hands and stared up at me with those big blue eyes.

I noticed a group of people stop to look at us. "What?"

"I LIKE YOUUUU!!!!" She twirled around as dozens of adults laughed and smiled with her.

Sooo~ now you know what happened last night. She had a few more things to drink then passed out, so o carried her back to our dorm room. That's when I went to bed knowing full well that she wouldn't remember anything. So I  didn't really think I had to worry that much. Until she woke up and started looking through the cabinets.

I walked into the kitchen right as she reached for a bourbon caramel truffle. "Don't even think about it. You already drank half a stash of booze, I don't think you'd want to add bourbon caramel truffles to that list."

"Bourbon? But doesn't that cook out?" She turned around to look at me. Dam she looked tired.

"Not with these truffles. They're really strong too. I bet because of your incapacity to holding liquor, you'd get drunk after eating three."

She frowns then gets a cup down and heads to the fridge to get some water. "Hey Boomer? Do we have any Aleve?"

"If it's not in the cabinets then no." I give a nervous smile then walks into the living area and turns on the TV. OKAY! I know what you're thinking! Boomer, why didn't you stay in the kitchen with Bubbles? SAME REASON AS TO THE QUESTION I ASKED EARLIER!
: "How do you tell someone who's sober that when they were drunk they admitted to having a crush on you in front of almost everyone? And another thing! How do you tell this sober person that was drunk at the time that you know they like you and you like them back?" Remember? I CANT HANDLE THIS! Okay... just get through the day without saying anything. Easy peasy.... UGH! THIS IS A TOTAL NIGHTMARE!

Authors note: I'M NOT DEAD! PROMISE! This took way longer to write than what I was hoping. 😅 anyways~ sorry for any misspelled words! Have a great day/night!