"Think hard." Boomer said.

"If he thinks any harder then he might fart," Butch said.

"Shut up." Brick muttered.

"What is happening here?" Buttercup asked.

"Brick is trying to think of a perfect plan to give this to Blossom," Butch said as he pointed against the sketchbook.

"What is it?" Bubbles asked as she took a seat.

Brick's face turn red, "Nothing!" 

"Careful guys. This young fellow is rather worried and could blow at any moment." Butch said.

"Blow?" Bubbles asked.

"Shut up or I'll knock your teeth out." Boomer said.

Butch sighed, "Ah, when a hippie gets mad. I swear a little peace sign breaks." 

"I am not a hippie!" Boomer exclaimed.

"It's okay to admit it, Boomer. That's the first step to recovery." Butch said.

"Recovery? What do you mean? You do you think you are." Boomer said.

"I'm just saying. Wait, can you get angry? Since your a hippie and all."

"Butch! I am not a hippie!"

"No way. You got long hair. You protest and you're a vegan. All signs of being a hippie. Pretty soon you will start wearing tye-dye and peace signing it up!"

"Do your parents ever worry that you might not make it in the future?"

Butch nodded, "All the time."

Boomer snorted before looking back at Brick. Brick is talking to the girls trying to make a plan but Brick is looking at the door. Boomer watched the redhead's eyes dart back and forth. The blonde finally sighed as he took a bite of his tater tots. Boomer began to shove more and more until his cheeks poked out.

Bubbles giggled at the sight. Boomer looked at her then away. He felt his cheeks slowly turn red but he didn't say anything. He couldn't smile because of the amount of food in his mouth. If he could smile when he would. Boomer, without thinking, grabbed his juice and poured some in his mouth.

Bubbles raised her eyebrow and ready to get into action whenever he chokes. Yet she watched in both amazement and horror. Boomer seems to handle the juice with a mouthful of tater tots. She just put a napkin under his mouth to catch the fallen items. 

"Don't choke, yeah?" Bubbles asked.

Boomer tried to say something but they couldn't understand it. Butch whispered 'hippie language' before getting a chewed tater tot at him. Butch let out a scream before jumping backward landing on the ground. Boomer smirked as he clapped his hands together.

"Ah, that was so gross! G. R. O. S. S. Gross!" Butch sang yelled.

Boomer ate the taters, "Try that for a hippie language."

"So much spit. How is that even possible?" Butch asked.

Brick snorted, "Yeah, I'm wondering that also." 

"I have more spit then the average person. Just ask my dentist." Boomer said.

"I will never share any drinks with you." Buttercup said.

Butch shot up, "And why would you?" 

"Someone is jealous, aren't they?" Boomer asked.

"Yes. Yes, I am." Butch said.

Buttercup looked at him with her eyebrow raised. Butch just shrugged as he took his seat again. He looked at Buttercup with a smile. Butch wiggled his eyebrows trying to flirt with her. She rolled her eyes and slapped his arm. Butch just sighed as he leaned over.

He put his hand underneath his chin, "It's all jealousy for you, my sweet Buttercup."  

"Thank you. It's every girl's dream." Buttercup said.

"I can make all your dreams come true, babycakes."

"That's a terrible pet name, Butch."

"I got tons more. Wanna hear them."

"Nah, I'm good."

Butch sighed, "One day you shall hear them all."

"And you shall puke by them." Boomer said with a giggle.

Butch glared at the blonde. Boomer just turned back to Bubbles with a smile. Bubbles just pushed back her hair behind her ear. Boomer, without thinking again, moved forward and tuck the piece of hair out. Bubbles face turn red as her eyes widen. Boomer finally thinking again pulled his hand away. 

He looked around the table to see if anyone is looking, they aren't, and look back at Bubbles. She's smiling with a red face. Boomer nodded slowly before shoving his hand in his mouth. One of his skills, which he isn't really proud off, is fitting his whole hand in his mouth. Bubbles giggled but with a worried face.

Boomer just shrugged his shoulders. His hand still in his mouth. He did this so he doesn't have to talk Bubbles and embarrass himself in front of her. He still gets nervous around her. Where he can't breathe right or have his heart slam against his chest. Boomer thinks that he is getting sick or something isn't right. But all he knows is that it is always around her. 

Boomer just needs to figure out what she is doing to him.

"Are you choking?" Bubbles asked.

Boomer shook his head.

"Are you going to take your hand out?" 

Boomer just nodded very slowly. 

"I'm going to take that you don't want to talk to me."

Boomer's eyes widen and shook his head wildly. He took his hand out of his mouth. Spit ran down from his mouth as he grabbed the napkin. He wiped away his mouth. Boomer knows that what he just is very disgusting but he couldn't have Bubbles think that he doesn't want to talk to her. Because that is very far from the truth. 

"I do wanna talk to you." Boomer muttered. "But something happens to me whenever I try. My heart rate is really strange. My palms become very sweaty. My throat becomes dry and for some reason, my face turns red. I don't why these things are happening but they are!"

"You do?" Bubbles asked.

Boomer nodded, "Yeah totally. Sometimes I just want to rip my heart out of my chest whenever I'm around you."

"That doesn't sound good but I find it sweet. In a weird way."

"Really? Most people find it odd."

"Coming from anybody else, yes that would be odd. But from you, it's actually really normal." 

Boomer smiled, "That's good, I think? But I need to wash my hand."

"That's a good idea."

Brick looked over at the others and waited for Blossom. He counted the minutes, they only have ten more minutes left of lunch. Brick hand laid flat on the sketchbook. He looked down at it then heard Blossom sat down. Brick looked up with a small smile but frowned when she wasn't looking at him.

She's looking at the girls and talking to them about something. Brick chewed on his bottom lip as he counted the seconds in his head. He felt stupid for even thinking about this. He felt like a creep for waiting for her.

"Hey Brick. How was your day?" Blossom asked as she turned to look at him.

"Fine." Brick replied.

"Good! I have something for you."

"Me?"

"Yup," She said as she passed him a pack of markers. "I know that they aren't art brand but I figured that you can draw more."

"You got these for me?"

Blossom nodded, "You're really amazing at art and I would love to see more of your drawings one day. When it's just the two of us."

"Are you asking me out?"

"Yeah . . . I am." Blossom said while blushing.

"I'm in." 

They smiled at each other. Brick didn't feel scared just nervous. Blossom notice right away and reached out to touch his hand. She laid her palm over his. Brick just nodded. The redheads looked away, both red face but a large smile across their faces.

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