My room was way to cold, while my sheets didn't even bring the slightest amount of warmth. It didn't matter though because I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. I was confused for the most part, I didn't understand what happened today. Blossom was use to being teased, trust me, I know this. Not to sound like an asshole or anything but we all kind of made it our life mission to annoy her. She deserved it though, always being so uptight and to smart for her own good. Okay, so that's not the best reason's now that I really think about it... Still why did she apologize for laughing? It's not like I cared but I had to know.

I got out of bed, making my way down to the so called kitchen. Boomer was already rummaging through the fridge when I arrived. "What are you doing up?"

He jumped, hitting his head before turning around to glare at me, "Creep much!" He snapped while rubbing his head and turning back to the fridge, "I couldn't sleep, to nervous for the art gallery. Stupid Butch drank all the milk, he's an efen black hole."

"That's Butch for you," I replied, sitting down on the stool, "Why are nervous? You didn't submit anything."

He sighed, moving to the cupboard and pulling out a small box, "I'm not nervous for myself, I'm nervous for Bubble's, she has been stressing so much lately." He gave me a long look, "You really don't care about other people's feelings do you?"

I glared, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"It means, the only one in this world you take into consideration is yourself. Take this bet for example, imagine how much pain this is going to cause Blossom. She hasn't had a single friend since the second grade, and she is opening up to you. Of course you wouldn't understand, you've had friends your entire life, people practically kiss the ground you walk on. But Blossom, she's always had to prove herself time and time again, fight her battles alone and force herself to stay steady on the tightrope she's had to walk across for years. She's a good person Brick, you're just to ignorant to see."

How could he possible know anything about her?! I've never seen him make a single move to speak to her! "Yeah, and where did you aquire this vast information?!"

He dipped his tea bag into his cup full of hot water, repeatedly, "My shoulder has seen many different tears through out the years.." He breathed out, his eyes glazing over.

"Blossom, crying? Yeah that's real rich Boomer!" I've never seen Blossom cry, even after everything she's been through. To hear she went to Boomer -of all people, just to cry on his shoulder, seemed to fake to me.

"You can believe what you want, Brick but remember that she's still human and she still has feelings." He paused, as if taking a moment to find the right words, "Whether she decides to show you that side of her or not."

I could feel my anger rise, I mean, why would Blossom go to him?! For anything?! "When did you become her knight and shinning armor?!" I snapped.

He took a sip from his tea, "She became her own knight and shinning armor a long time ago. I'm just the translator." With that said he left, leaving me to my own thoughts.

When did things become so complicated?