Picking himself up from the dusty floor, Bloo gulped. Oh shit. They were sure gonna get it now. Mac looked between the redhead and Bloo nervously, blushing redder than a ripe tomato. Finally, he spoke.
"O-oh. Hi, Frankie.." He mumbled awkwardly. Said redhead blinked at being addressed. Suddenly, her foot began to tap.
"What's going on, you guys..?" She said quietly, if not sternly. Bloo gulped a second time. Finally, an idea came to mind.
"We..were..acting! Yeah!" The bluenette sounded satisfied with this answer. Mac facepalmed internally. "We're totally shooting another rad-tastic movie! Just like old times!" He said loudly, adding a nervous laugh at the end for good measure.
"Oh, really?" Frankie drawled. Bloo sweat dropped.
"Yup! In fact, we were just gonna ask you to be in it, too, Frankie! Whaddya say?" He grinned. Frankie raised an eyebrow.
"Where are the cameras then?" She questioned. Bloo went white and stuttered for a second.
"Practice! Yup! Every movie needs practice, right Mac?" His creator almost jumped at being dragged into the lie. He smiled anxiously.
"O-oh..yeah! Practicing! Can't have a five star movie without some good ol'..practice. Yup." His smile quickly feel when Frankie's expression did not change in the slightest.
"You weren't a born liar, you know that, Mac?" Her foot tapping become more rapid as she turned her gaze to Bloo. "And you're just plain bad at it." He gave her the evil eye, clearly insulted. Finally, she sighed and rested her tapping foot. "Care to explain what's really going on?"
10 minutes later, sitting in(and sharing, since there were only two) a large, plush chair in Madame Foster's warmly lit room, Mac and Bloo were both looking down, as if ashamed. The Madame herself sat in a similar chair across from the other, smiling pleasantly.
"So there's something you two boys would like to tell me?" She said good-naturedly. The two looked at each other nervously, then at Frankie, who was sitting on the bed. She gestured for them to continue silently.
"Frankie won't let us shoot a movie in peace!" Bloo blurted out suddenly. Frankie looked ticked off.
"What?! You're still holding onto that lie?!" Mac slapped his forehead for the second time that day.
"Bloo, just give it up!"
"Give up what?! It's not my fault this she-devil limits my creativity! I demand sacrifice!" He cried, slamming his fist onto the arm of the chair. Frankie deadpanned. Madame Foster stared at him, eyes wide.
"He's lying, Grandma. I was walking to Ed, Wilt, Coco and Ed's room to ask if they had seen the broom anywhere, and they were kissing! Just making out right in front of me!"
At this, Bloo fell back and sunk into his seat, Mac looking down again beside him. "Good going, Bloo," Mac mumbled grudgingly.
It was silent for a good 30 seconds, the two sitting in the chair wondering how severe the punishment would be, how long Mac would be banned from the mansion, or even if Bloo would be kicked out.
"I think it's cute."
Blue and silver eyes widened, their owners shooting their heads up to stare at the elderly woman in surprise.
"But I don't think it should continue." Both looked back down again sadly. That was the part they expected.
"Yeah, I figured.." Bloo grumbled, glaring to the side. Frankie's eyes widened ever so slightly as well, a bit surprised by her grandmother's solemn tone.
"I mean, don't get me wrong," Madame chuckled, sitting up in her seat. "I have no issues with it, you two are simply adorable together." Said two looked up hopefully, "But it's not an issue of acceptance-or gender-" Mac blushed even harder and Bloo couldn't stop a snicker. "but of time. We have no idea when Bloo will change back or if he will ever change back at all! There's no telling."
That was true. All three pairs of eyes looked to Bloo, who, quite understandably, looked quite alarmed. "Wait so I can turn back?! I don't want to turn back, look how tall I am!" He gestured to himself, who was a decent but not exactly towering height of 5'3. "I grew like three feet!"
"I think that's exactly the point," Frankie poked into the conversation, "It's true that he may not ever be a blob again, but there's honestly no way of knowing. And, Mac," She coughed awkwardly, "You know how awkward it would be to be in that kind of relationship with a blob that's two feet tall?"
"Hey!" Bloo called, obviously taking a dislike to her description. But he couldn't deny that would be strange. And very awkward. The bond they shared now was much different than before… what would happen if Bloo did change back?
"I'll give you two some time to think about that. I need to talk to Frankie about her tendency to lose the cleaning supplies." Said redhead looked at her grandmother sheepishly.
After Madame Foster's door slammed shut behind them, the two boys walked down the large hall, silently thinking to each other.
Did this mean their relationship was over?
I can tell you that neither of them wanted that. They walked until they arrived at the foyer, in front of the large doors leading to the enormous porch outside. The foyer, abandoned due to everyone being asleep, was dark and deathly quiet.
"I really gotta get home.. I told mom I was staying at a friend's house, she's probably worried by now.." Bloo nodded quietly.
"Do you really think I'd change back, though?" Bloo said, looking at his creator worriedly. Mac smiled and hugged his best friend, his creation, his sunshine. Bloo hugged back, mumbling something about "dang mushy.." and rolling his eyes.
"I doubt it. I mean, whatever that stuff was, it lasted this long, didn't it? I doubt it would just wear off after so long, whatever kind of magic it was."
"Oh so you believe in magic now, too."
"I never said that, I-" Mac suddenly remembered the time, and sighed sadly. "I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, Bloo."
And then he turned around and left, leaving Bloo alone.