Just a short one-shot with Boomer and Bubbles. Cute and fluffly!
First ppg story and first one-shot. So enjoy!
Bubbles was becoming unnerved. He just kept looking. She had been quietly sitting at the park bench when she noticed him. He was there, a notebook and pencil in hand.
He comfortably sat under the shade of a tree. He was always busy, his face concentrated on the paper.
Even though he mostly kept to himself, Bubbles occasionally caught him looking at her. She thought nothing of it at first, but he did it frequently. Honestly, it boggled her, while at the same time, thoroughly disconcerting her.
She looked up at him again, noticing his concentrated look on the page. His pencil moved swiftly. He halted, pulling the book back, before looking at Bubbles again.
Once he noticed her looking at him, he looked back down, his face coloring drastically.
Bubbles, being truly naive, stood up. She closed her book, putting it under her arm before heading towards the boy.
She stopped in front of him, looking down on him. He looked up shyly, his face still comparing to that of the color of a cherry.
She sat down, crossing her legs, putting her book to the side.
"So," she started, "what you got there?"
Boomer suddenly grasped the book tightly, pulling it toward his chest. "Nothing," he murmured.
"I reached for the notebook, but he pulled back further. "Just show me."
He hesitated, looking at the page. " You won't laugh?"
I shook my head, curious to see what was in the book.
He pulled the notebook away from him and hands it to me. I stared at the picture he had drew.
Sitting on the page was a girl. The girl had her long hair in two pigtails. She sat on a bench with foliage stringing her. A novel sat in her hands while she started intently at it. Her eyes gleamed. Bubbles gawked in wonderment.
She looked back up at Boomer, her eyes wide. "Is this me?" she whispered. He nodded, turning even a brighter shade of red.
She looked back to the picture. This wasn't her. This couldn't be her. The girl in this picture looked flawless. The Bubbles drawn was perfect. She was much too beautiful to be compared to her.
"It's beautiful," she mumbled, facing the blue clad boy again. "Never knew you were such an artist." She handed the sketchbook back to him, still impressed by the amazing artwork her once-rival has made.
Boomer noticed the sullen expression on the girl's face. He looked at his drawing before grabbing the page and ripping it out. Hearing the tear, Bubbles turned to him.
"Here," he said, "you can have it."
She smiled, grabbing the paper.
"Thank you! It's so pretty," she cheered happily.
He shrugged, still pink in the face. "It's nothing," he mumbled, "it's not as good as the original anyway."
Bubbles blushed slightly from implication, before looking at the boy in front of her. She got up, grabbing the paper and her book. Boomer got up as well, ray to take his leave. Bubbles looked at his downcast eyes before she got on her tiptoes and gently placing her lips on his cheek. Boomer, not expecting it, flushed. Bubbles pulled away, a smile grabbing her features.
"Thanks again. See you asking, yeah?"
Boomer nodded numbly. His hand twitched, wanting to place it on his cheek, but refrained, as to not look insane to the blonde girl.
Bubbles giggled and happily skipped away, leaving Boomer to stand there, watching her.
Once she was out of sight, Boomer sighed, "The original of always better."
So, that's it. I sorta liked it until the end. I hate the end. That just me. Yeah, I just needed to get PpgxRRb out of my system.