KHIP-HOP Mini Series

Bloo 01.

-i promise to hold you together, piece by piece until you can love me wholeheartedly- 

It had been years. 

So many days in between who we were then and what we had become now. 

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him again, like the last time, his eyes only saw me, through the crowd of people pushing and pulling away without any regard to the two lost souls standing at the loading dock for the passenger boat. 

He still looked like my Bloo, the one who without any regard for his safety would risk his life to make sure I was okay. 

I was so angry at myself then, thinking over how foolish I was. I so desperately wanted to be in love that I never noticed the person in front of me until he Ieft. 

Bloo walks over to me, he's a good 6 inches taller than me which definitely helped with being able to spot him in the crowd. That and his wardrobe always made him stand out, I remember still how back in high school he used to get bullied and called a freak for the way he dressed. 

It didn't bother him much because he would vent out his anger and frustrations by beating his bullies up. I just never realized how much he was going through, he never really told me much and I was so preoccupied with myself to notice. 

I was so selfish back then. 

Selfish and self-centered. 

Bloo was just always around when I needed him and didn't, he became a part of my daily life, and I didn't think any of that could change...but it did. 

When he showed up everything changed, I changed, and then Bloo left. 

I shake my head, not wanting to remember those days and instead focused on Bloo who now stood in front of me. He held a daisy in his hand and held it out to me when I noticed. I couldn't help but shake my head, he always did these types of things. 

"For me?" I asked, playing it cool. 

As I reached for it, he pulls back. "Who else?" He lowers his stature to meet mine, his face a few inches from me, a small smile on his lips. 

I held my breath, seeing how close we'd become, my heart beating fast. 

That didn't change either. 

I bite down on my lip nervously and take the Daisy from his hand. He chuckled watching me still, his eyes desperately searching mine as if he was looking for something in the depths of my deep brown eyes. 

But as much as I hated to admit it, I was a ghost of my former self. All the while Bloo became successful and lived out his dreams I was still stuck in the same place. I couldn't escape the town that was slowly eating me alive. 

Everything I hated I was becoming, and the one good thing left in my life was him, Bloo. 

There was so much I wanted to tell him, but where to begin? How do we pick up where we left off without pretending it hadn't changed us? 

He walks ahead, pulling me along in the process as he slings his arm over my shoulder. I could still smell that same cologne of his he loved. 

It was strange. 

Walking home together, he still remembered the same path, the shortcuts we took, even the few store owners left that knew us from high school gleamed at us with joy. It felt so dreamlike as if at any given moment I would wake up to that emptiness again. 

The fleeting feeling that my life was a constant cycle of the same thing over and over. 

I recalled then, how we kept insisting that we'd leave this shat town behind. 

"I'll do my music," Bloo said, skidding some rocks across the river. Each time he'd throw one across the river he always looked at me for approval, as if it was the coolest thing in the world. At the time, the most excitement we had was defying authority figures and running away from our homes to meet by the river. 

"What will I do?" I asked, shielding my eyes from the sun. 

"You can do my cover art." He smiled, "Your good at that." He always did try to encourage me to do something with my art. 

"I'm not that good." I chuckled, watching as he picked up a few more rocks to throw. 

"Yeah, your not good, you're fucking amazing." 

I could still feel the heat rise in my cheeks, how he could casually say those things to me?

It made me feel like I mattered...like we mattered...like we could really leave this shitty place behind that had hurt us both. We both carried scars from this place, this hell, and when he left a part of me left with him too. 

Almost like my former self, at least the me from the past wouldn't have been able to make it this far knowing I would still be stuck here. 

She wouldn't have survived...

"Hey." Bloo pulls me from my thoughts. 

I peer up at him, his arm still slung around me. "We're here." He points to my house, the house my father left me. 

"Oh crap," I pull away from him, grabbing my keys and heading to the door. "Just be careful of the cats," I tell him. 

He tilts his head at the word cats, an evil grin on his face, I could already hear him calling me a cat lady. I rolled my eyes at him as I pushed the door open, secretly smiling as he stepped inside. 

Once he stepped out of the hallway, I reached for my party popper and pulled on the string. "Suprise!" I shouted, he looked back at me. "Happy birthday, Bloo." 

His eyes held mine and for what felt like the millionth time since today I felt my cheeks blush. How was I possibly going to survive a week with him?

-tbc-