My perfect life

Chapter 3

Some people are going to leave, but that doesn't mean it's the end of your story. That's the end of their part I your story...

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"I won!" boomer cheers, jumping up and down while pumping his fists in the air. Butch blows out a puff of air and sits down on the carpet, leaning against the wall.

"Alright, go ask 'er," Butch insists, raising his eyebrows. Boomer stops jumping and glares at the black-haired boy.

"Who is her?" Blossom asks curiously, looking between the two boys. Boomer quits the glaring contest and stares at Blossom with wide blue eyes.

"You'll see soon enough, but I'm doing it right," Boomer says, directing a look at Butch. The boy puts his hands up in surrender and Blossom shrugs. She looks down as her phone starts to vibrate in her pocket.

"Hold on, guys," she excuses, pulling out her phone. She puts it up to her ear and talks. "Hello?"

"Blossom, mom needs you home now," it was Berserk, and she sounds mad. "It's John."

"What's wrong? Is John okay?" Blossom asks worriedly, glancing at her friends.

"I don't know, just come on!" berserk snaps. Blossom opens her mouth to ask a follow up question but a small beep signals that her sister has hung up. She puts the phone back in her pocket and turns to the boys. "

"I got to go back, something's up. You coming?" She asks. The boys nod and they make their way out of the store.

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Brick sits on the cold wood floor with his head tucked between his legs. Sweat persperates on his forehead and his breaths are loud and long. He stares down at his shoes and frowns in disgust. He lifts up his head and reaches across the floor, grabbing the red pair-his pair. He kicks off the others and slip into the familiar shoes.

He leans back against the wall and pants a few more breaths. He knew. He knew of his mistakes and his accomplishments. He also knew of where he belonged. He grabs the jacket and fingers the lettering.

"I'm gonna find you, Blossom," he whispers slowly, slipping into the jacket. He straightens it on his back and bends down, picking up his hat. He snaps it onto his head, securing a little pink ribbon under it. He walks towards the door, stopping just before the knob. He turns and looks back at the trunk, smiling.

"I promise."

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Blossom ran up her steps, pushing past the front door and stumbling into the family room. She looks around frantically, stopping short when she sees her mother, father, sister all seated calmly on the couch.

"Blossom," her mother says quietly. Blossom furrows her eyebrows at the group, noting that Berserk has tears found down her face. "Please sit."

"Is something wrong?" Blossom asks, ignoring her mother's request. Her mom and sad glance at each other and her dad clears his throat.

"Blossom please sit down, dear," her mother tries again, sounding worried.

"What's going on?" Blossom asks again.

"Blossom your mother asked you to sit down," her father says sternly. A heat of rage races through Blossom and she clenches her fists, sitting down next to her sister.

"What happened?" Blossom says slowly, glancing around. Her mother opens her mouth, but all that comes out is a sob. She covers her mouth and buried her head in her free hand. Her father wraps an arm around her and looks up at Blossom with glassy eyes. "Where's John?"

"There was an accident," Her father starts. Her mother let's our another sob and Blossom stiffens.

"Where's John?" she asks, quieter. She doesn't want the answer now.

"You have to understand it was just by chance," he starts.

"Where's....wheres John?" Blossom stammers, the tears coming.

"He's dead."

Those two words ring in Blossom's head, making her bend over. Everything spins around her head, and she barely feels Berserk grabbing her hand. "You're...you're lying!"

"Blossom, I'm sorry," Her father whispers. Blossom pulls her head into her hands, letting out a sob. Berserk grabs onto her, pulling her into a hug and they sob loudly.

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Blossom sits on the porch swing, staring out at the black sky. She doesn't feel anything, not after their sob feat earlier.

"It's cold out here, don't you know?" a voice asks, making Blossom turns. She let's put a breath of relief before smiling at her familiar red head friend.

"What are you doing here?" she whispers, her voice still hoarse. Brick holds out a small thing of flowers and smiles sadly.

"We heard about John," he says quietly. Blossom turns away, looking at her garden. She feels the swing shake as Brick sits next to her.

"Why does life suck?" She asks curiously. Brick laughs light and she turns to look at him. "I'm serious! everything was fine, and turn it just...it just all collapsed."

"It only collapses if you allow it to," Brick corrects her. Blossom pulls up her legs to her chest and rubs her hands against her arms. "Cold?"

"You said it yourself," she says with a smirk. Brick rolls his eyes, taking off his jacket and swishing it over her shoulder. Blossom stiffens at first, but instantly relaxes as it settles on her shoulders. She tugs it closer, looking at the gold lettering. "What does RRB stand for?"

Brick flinches but covers it with a smile. "No clue," he shrugs, scooting closer to her. "Whatever you want."

"Blossom blinks and stares down at the lettering. She fingers it and then looks up at brick. "What about Rufus Rodger Bee?"

"Come on, be serious," Brick says and Blossom giggles, settling back into the chair. She doesn't even notice Brick's arm behind her that she's so tired. Brick looks over at her and smiles.

"How about...Rowdy Ruff Boy?" Blossom barely whispers. Brick blinks at her in confusion and she smiles sleepily. "Yeah...i like that. Brick the Rowdy Ruff boy...my Rowdy Ruff Boy," she turns her head, her eyes closing.

Brick's heart races as he heard the last part. Her Rowdy Ruff Boy? she chose him? brick smiles and leans forward, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Goodnight Momoko."