Something To Fight For-ppg Boomubbles

Yin and Yang

"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."
― Sylvia Plath

Boomer POV

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I mentally slapped myself over and over.

What was wrong with me? I tell Bubbles that I didn't want to fight, then I go back and threaten her like that? I can't decide which side to take-which one is right. Brick and Butch would kill me if they knew my loyalties were wavering. I had to hide it. Just like I always had to hide everything else.

I couldn't help but remember Bubbles's clear blue eyes looking into mine, full of sympathy and understanding. Like she knew what I was going through! Life's always been so simple for her: she was on the good side. That was that.

I sighed as I watched mothers snatching up their kids as I walked down further into the neighborhood. The whole city knew me and my brothers; we were feared by all of them. And who could blame the people? We've done horrible things all our lives.

Even if I did try to convert over to Bubbles's side, I'd never be accepted. They'd never trust me.

She'd never trust me.

I kicked a rock down the street. Even though I didn't put any real power into it, the stone still shot way down the road. I was about to take off for home when I heard an animal yelp. My stomach dropped-it sounded like a puppy. Hey, everyone has a soft spot. I can handle destroying a city, but animals...especially baby ones...well, I just couldn't look at them and do away with the thing. Animals are sometimes my only friends...and by sometimes, I meant for my whole life. Butch and Brick never knew about my little soft spot, and I didn't intend on letting them know.

Without even arguing with myself first, which I often did, I found myself flying towards the direction of the noise. With a start, I realized it was the same direction I'd kicked the rock.

I found a small, fuzzy puppy lying on the road when I finally landed. It seemed I'd actually put way too much force into that kick than I should've. The little creature's leg was bent in a weird way, and my rock lay just a foot away. I picked up the cute little dog and cradled it. It looked kind of like a Pomeranian, just smaller than usual. Its black fur was matted in some spots, but I couldn't tell if it was from blood or mud. An almost unnoticeable cut was on its left ear.

"I'm sorry, pup-pup," I said, searching for a collar. Its neck was completely bare...wait. Except for a thin string, almost hidden by the extraordinarily huge amount of fluff. A worn message hung from it.

'This dog is a stray. I don't want it, so please get it away from this neighborhood. It keeps coming back!'

I smile down at the Pomeranian puppy. It looked up at me curiously, its big, doleful eyes full of hope.

"Looks like I have a new best friend."

Bubbles POV

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I flew around in random patterns, letting my fingers glide through the clouds. I was trying to get my mind off of Boomer, for the time being. I exhaled, blowing away some of the vaporized moisture around my face. I really wanted to help him. I could just see the good hiding within him, but he kept it locked away, just out of reach. If only I could get him to let it loose.