Author POV:

Boomer and Blossom were in the kitchen cooking for dinner, Blossom was usually the only one to be cooking for everybody, but since Boomer hasn't been able to take Bubbles out of his mind, he thought cooking would be a good distraction from everything that has been bringing him down.

Unfortunately Blossom had the nerve to bring her younger sister up to him.

"Are you sure you don't like Bubbles?" Blossom asked Boomer as she put in vegetables that have been cut nicely by Boomer.

"I don't like her..." Boomer said, chopping more vegetables down.

Butch had just walked into the kitchen when the 'Bubbles topic' popped up. "You know, admitting the problem is the first step to solving it." Butch said, taking a sip from his McDonald's frappe. Boomer rolled his eyes and continued chopping.

"And her sleeping in your bed at night is a huge problem." Boomer gave Blossom a look and now it was Blossom's turn to roll her eyes. "What? You can't tell me I'm wrong,"

Boomer scoffed, "Whatever, I don't like her, so fuck off." Then Boomer started aggressively chopping the onions.

"Ooo, what's for dinner?" Buttercup walked into the kitchen, "It smells fucking delicious in here." She said, Buttercup tried to get a peek of the food being cooked but Blossom pushed her away along with Butch. "Go away, it's not ready yet." Blossom said.

"Oh HEY! Look it's Bubbles!" Buttercup yelled out, pointing at the door, and when Boomer looked, Both Buttercup and Butch started laughing. Boomer groan in annoyance.

"Let's go Butch, I still got to beat you in that video game." Buttercup said and Butch followed along. Both ran off and went to the game room.

Once both Buttercup and Butch disappeared from the room. Boomer let a small single tear fall down his cheek.

He put down the knife and wipe his hands off with the apron he had on. Trying to wipe off the tear that left his right eye.

Blossom soon noticed and she felt bad. Blossom put her hand on his back and got closer to try to see his face since Boomer was way taller than her. "Boome—"

"I love her." Boomer finally admitted to Blossom and himself, letting more tears fall.

Blossom wrapped her arms around his waist as Boomer leaned down to put his chin on her shoulder, hugging her back. His body trembled and he started to sob.

"It'll be okay. I promise Boomer." She whispered to him, trying to calm him down.

To Be Continued