Authors note: This is just something I came up randomly. Most likely going to be 3-4 short chapters. Majorly Blues, but still lots of Reds and Greens.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Don't own the Powerpuffs. Don't sue me.
He threw a punch towards her face, but she swiftly dodged it. Bubbles had fast reflexes and Boomer knew it. So why was Boomer not even trying to fight today? It was like he lost all of his enthusiasm in crime. This annoyed Bubbles a bit. Bubbles had always crushed on her blue eyes counterpart, so when he wasn't acting like himself, she worried. She threw a quick punch in his face, which, to her surprise, he didn't dodge. It was wrong. He was her counterpart, they were both had reflexes to these kind of things. That's why they don't end up like Butch and Buttercup when they fight. They dodged a lot. But Boomer was seriously out of it today. He stumbled back from the punch, holding his forehead, where she punched him. Bubbles lost her composure when she saw him hurt.
"Are you okay? Oh my goodness, I'm sooo sorry!" She said, rushing to his side. He mumbled something that sounded like "it's okay" under his breath, and removed his hand from his head.
"Here, lemme look at your forehead..." Bubbles said, pushing his bangs back, her hand on his forehead. Then gasped quietly. It was the first time she saw his eyes up close. They were... Piercing. The bright blue orbits were framed with long eyelashes. It had stunned her, but, not only her. It was also the first time Boomer had seen Bubbles up close, and it made her so much prettier, if that was even possible. The golden ringlets that framed her face hung loosely, and her blue eyes shone bright. Her lips were full and pink, contrasting with her pale, soft looking skin. She was breathtaking. The two teenagers suddenly blushed when they realized the close proximity of their faces. Her nose was a millimetre away from his. Suddenly his face felt hot, especially his forehead, where her hand was, pushing back his blonde hair. She saw her mouth open as if she was going to say something, but he didn't let her. Something came over him, and he just pressed his face closer to Bubbles, kissing her. He lightly cupped her face with his hands and licked her bottom lip. That's when Bubbles pulled away.
"What are we doing?" She whispered, her face flushed. Her hand that was on his forehead dropped to her side.
"I don't know, but I liked it." Boomer admitted. They stood there silently, and moments passed in awkward silence. Then Bubbles pressed her lips on his again. Her hand tangled in his hair, while his hand rested on her waist. After a few minutes of making out, Bubble giggled.
"I like this." She said, her face red from embarrassment.
"I like you." Boomer said, giving a small smile. Bubbles silently cheered when he had said this.
"You're not so bad yourself." She said, grinning. Boomer pressed his lips onto hers in a quick peck.
"You're beautiful. And so frickin' sweet. Can I date you?" He whispered, smiling.
"Yeah. Definitely." Bubbles smiled. Then she remembered something. And her smile dropped into a frown.
"Actually, no, you can't. My sisters remember?" She said, sadly.
"Oh, right. Of course. Same with my brothers." He said, looking away. Then it hit Bubbles. She grinned.
"I have a plan."
"Try to get them together? That's impossible. They hate each other." Boomer said, incredulously.
"Well, look at us. It's not that impossible." Bubbles gestured the bother of them. She had a good point.
"Fine. who should we start off with?" He said, she grinned. She had always wanted to play matchmaker.
"The reds first. They're probably harder. Although the greens are stubborn, one the inside, Blossom and Brick are way more stubborn. And they're too smart to fool. The greens would be easier, because they're much more expressive. We'll just have to find a way to not let them rip each others throats out. We start with the reds though." She said, thinking it through.
"Alright." Boomer said, chuckling at how serious Bubbles was taking all of this.
Bubbles smile almost split her face into two.
Perfect.