My perfect life

Chapter 6

For things to reveal themselves to us, we need to be ready to abandon our views about them.

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Brick looked at Blossom dumbly, fumbling for an answer to her question. She looked expectant, her arms folded across her chest and her eyes firm and unwavering. The vial had revealed something Brick had not. It revealed a truth and understanding just out of Blossom's reach and now she was going to do everything she could to figure it out.

Brick's hand instinctively went for the vial, but Boomer's hand was the one that snatched it up. Everyone turned to Boomer, expecting him to have a good explanation. Boomer stood and went up to Blossom, partially blocking her view of Brick, which eased the tension on his redhead brother considerably.

"This," Boomer said, an air of importance to his words, "is your memories."

"Boomer!" Brick hissed instantly, the tension crawling back into his bunched up muscles. Boomer shifted aside and placed the vial in her hand, returning her full view to Brick.

"My memories?" she asked curiously, as if it were a joke. Brick brightened and thought that maybe he could convince her it was a joke, but it was Butch's turn to betray him.

"We remembered everything about our lives before we came here. Our lives as children, mostly," Butch claimed. Boomer nodded to back his brother up while Brick placed his head in his hand and mumbled unpleasantries.

"Our lives as children?" Blossom asked. Brick knew that she was disbelieving, as he was at first, but there was a glint and softer view in her eyes as she looked down at the pink vial lightly rolling back and forth in her hand. He knew that she would have noticed the gap from their current time to the one from kids, and he wondered if she was taking it better than she would have if she didn't.

"We have families and adventures!" Boomer continued. Brick scrunched his nose at his brother's reference to adventures. He was sure he was using it to better appeal their once constant pursue for a fight. And he could certainly not be talking about Him and Mojo for a family? And after they had blindly acted, the puffs had no family to return to.

"What about the bad things? All you've been listing are good ones," Blossom contemplated, noticing their simple efforts at persuasion. By now she probably would have drunk the vial, but something was bothering her. Brick had not spoken his attitude on not sharing that matter with her since scolding Boomer, and now he had that look of concentration on his face.

"There is always bad in the good," Brick said suddenly, all eyes turning to him. His eyes were downcast to the floor, hidden by his red bangs, but Blossom felt that his words were directed at her. "Every citizen in Townsville was bad in their own way. There are many bad things you have the right to be angry about, and good things you might regret," he said. His eyes softened as he rascal led something, but he shook his head, dismissing it, and turned his red eyes to look at her. "If you want to know, drink it."

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A lady with long curly orange hair in a well fitting black skirt and a white blouse rushed down the hall, a clip board clutched firmly in hand. An air of importance expelled from her, causing anyone to try to say something to instantly stop and walk away.

She turned down the hall and stopped before a door with a gold rectangle on the top that said Mr. Mayor. She knocked lightly, waiting until a low gravely voice responded before she went in.

"Mr. Mayor," she said urgently, watching as the mayor looked out the window, his back turned to her. "The RowdyRuff Boys have remembered and are in acting phase one. Should we send word to Etelpmoc and Sselwalf?"