We meet again

Part 32

I've kinda been pushing off Boomer and Bricks talk, in case you couldn't tell. Idk, I just wasn't feeling like writing out their conversation. I had it all figured out inside my head. For days I've been picturing this talk between them. It's been that little movie to keep me going throughout the day. But the actual execution of writing it down just kept seeming like a hassle. Until today, when I got this sudden urge to write something completely heartbreaking (Brick's pov, I apologize in advance).

I also apologize on behalf of my one-AM-self who thinks tragedy is better than anything else. Luckily I was able to fix some of the issues (cough—The ENDING of Bricks (you'll understand when you read)] POV—cough) before I went and made you guys cry. Because I can't just
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Now, that being said! All your guys's comments on how much you love this book have literally brought me to tears. The good kind, obviously. And I appreciate y'all so much!

Thank you, once again. I love and appreciate each and everyone of you! Now without further ado~ Chapter 32

Butch: Lol. That rhymed.

Boomer: Shut up *face palms*

Butch: WHAT?! IT DID!

Brick: Guys! Shut up! Boomer, just get on with the story.

Boomer: Fine, fine.

Boomer POV:

Bubbles is probably right. Talking's gonna be the best bet against anything. But I really don't want to talk to him. I want to hold on to feeling angry, and mad. I want to keep myself from speaking and realizing maybe I'm in the wrong. Maybe I get my feelings hurt too easily... but HE COULD OF TOLD ME!

I'd very much like to know if things change! I'm sure Bubbles would of very much liked to of known things changed!

As much as I know I should "move on" and "get it over with", I really just want to keep being mad. Shove it in Bricks face that he messed up, even if he might not have. Make comments about it every now and then. Is that petty?

Probably.

I sit down across from my brother, waiting for him to realize I'm there. He's so enthralled in whatever it is he's writing down that he doesn't notice me. So I do what any younger sibling would do. I lean over and read what he's writing.

"Oh? A love poem?" The words leave my mouth before I get a chance to process them. It's clearly not a love poem. And that is by far not how I planned this meeting to start.

Brick jumps back, covering the paper as he does so. "Jesus! Boomer! Give me a heart attack why dontcha?!"

"Hey! You don't get to yell at me!" I shout back. Quite possibly we've gained the unwanted attention of random people walking by, but nothing a little RRB drama won't fix.

"Boomer—" Brick runs a hand over his face and sighs, "—please leave me alone right now. I'm not in the mood to hear you shout at me any more than you've already."

I roll my eyes. "Oh yeah, 'cause that's exactly what I came here to do." With one quick hand movement I grab the paper and shoot up into the sky.

If he doesn't wanna listen, then I'm gonna be annoying until it forces him to listen.