Boomer tried breaking out of the straps. He tried moving so he could squeezed out. Yet nothing work, he was suprised that he could breathe. He had his ankles, wrist, chest, even legs strapped down. The only thing that wasn't strapped was his head, which made things worse.

He keep moving his head left to right, giving himself whiplash. Boomer groaned as he slammed his head back on the table. Puffing out his cheeks, then humming some tune. He was stuck, bored and cold. Chewing on his bottom lip, he turned his head towards the wall.

"You know, if you trying to break me, you can't! I am like Superman, okay? Can't break me!" Boomer yelled as he tried moving again.

"I wished that I wasn't a stupid cop," Boomer mumbled as he wiggled in place. "Should've gone to that cooking school, none of this wouldn't have happened." He said as he pulled out one of his wrist.

He widened his eyes and smiled so wide that his cheeks hurts. He tried getting out his other hand, but the door opened. Boomer put his hand down, trying to make it look like it was still underneath.

"Wow, when she said to strap you up, I was shocked." A voice said, which sounded to perky for his liking. 

"Alright, if Butch was here he would make a terrible joke." Boomer said as she giggled and slapped his chest.

"Well to be honest, Butch isn't all that. He's just to cocky for me, but you...." She stopped which made Boomer narrowed his eyes. 

"You figured out who I was! That's crazy." She said as Boomer turned and saw Bubbles.

He pouted his lips and nodded. Boomer sighed as he shrugged his shoulders. Turning back to the wall, he hummed to himself. Which left Bubbles confused, she crossed her arms and leaned over him. 

Boomer tried to ignore her, but it was hard. Her hair touched his cheek, which it smelled like mixed berries, not that he cared. But he tried not to laugh, because it was also touching his neck, where he was mostly ticklish. But she grabbed his chin and made him face her.

He tried not to blush, since their noses was touching. He saw the freckles dotted along her cheeks and nose. Her blue eyes was scanning his, but they told a story. Her hair was tied back in a french braid, which made him want to touch it. Then Boomer began to scold himself for thinking that.

"You're different." She said as Boomer raised his eyebrow towards her.

"How so? Because I'm a smart blonde?" He asked as she giggled and shook her head.

"No..." She paused as Boomer tried holding back the redness threatening to come out. "You're the first boy who hasn't tried anything with me." She said as Boomer gave her weak smile.

"Because you're not my type." He lied as she smiled and let go of his chin.

"Great! Then we can be friends." She said as Boomer felt his heart drop.

"I dunno, I mean you basically kidnapped me and my brothers."

"Because we had too."

"Why? Did we figure something else out?"

"Nope, it was something that we all agreed on." 

"That's so helpful, did you know that?" Boomer asked which made Bubbles giggled.

Bubbles began to play with his hair, which made him cringed. He had no idea how long he was knocked out, but he could already feel that his hair was either really greasy or hard as a rock. His face must not be any better, without his facial cream he could break out any second. 

But she hummed as she twisted his hair. Boomer stopped as he tried glancing up at her. He only gotten a glance, before his head started to hurt. She looked at peace, her blue eyes was fixed on his hair. Her skin looked beautiful under the light, but when she looked down towards him, her eyes shinned with sadness. 

He gulped and looked away, his mind clouded with questions. He wanted to know why, why they took them, why they started all of this, why, why, why? But he couldn't figure it out himself, all he got was that they agreed on. That only made things worst, do they do this to other guys.

Does Bubbles always play with other males hair? Does she grab their chin? Or giggle at them? Boomer frowned, as he tried to think Bubbles playing with another males hair. Which caused him to grab at his pants and grit his teeth together. 

But he told her that he wasn't really into her. Even though that was a lie. But his mind went straight to that male in the yearbook, Justin Franta.

"Who's Justin Franta?" He asked, which made Bubbles freeze.

He gulped as she stood up. Looking down towards him, her eyes turned cold. She had a frown on her face, then she walked out. Slamming the door, he frowned and slammed his head on the matress.

"Great going Boomer!" He yelled.

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