AN; This story is going to be total fluff because I don't think I've ever done a fic that didn't have a hint of bitter sweetness. The only reason I chose Mikeubbles, even though I don't ship this pairing at all, is because Mike is the only character that doesn't have even a hint of a dark side... Even though my Fic Noway completely went against that... Ignoring that one example, Mike is a sweetie. And a little on the gay side, but we're ignoring that theory in this. On with the story! Oh, and PS, Bubbles is a bit of a nerd. :3 PPS, This will probably be longer than a Oneshot, as previously expected. PPPS, There both a little... off.

Bubbles P.O.V.

CRASH!

"Dang." I mumbled, dropping to my knees to retrieve my books.

"I'm so sorry." A slightly familiar voice gasped, and I heard a quiet thud of his knees meeting the floor as well.

"Don't worry about it, I should really start paying more attention. Blossom always says I've got my head in the clouds. Though, I personally think that the clouds are a heck of a lot prettier than the ground." I rambled, stacking up my books.

"Unless your looking at the grass." He chimed in and I giggled.

"Or smelling the roses."

"I like violets better."

"Or lillys."

"Or tulips."

I looked up at the man and my heart skipped a beat.

I had gone blind!

I let out a little squeak as I touched my eyelids and he chuckled.

"Lose something?"

I nodded as I remembered my glasses and then giggled again.

"Just call me-"

"Velma." He finished and I felt rubber coated metal slide over my ears.

I blinked a few times before smiling widely, "Thanks, stranger."

"Stranger? Ow. Why don't you just stab me in the leg?"

I focused in on the man's face, which was more handsome than expected, and broke out into an even wider smile.

"Mike Believe! Your not dead?"

"As far as I know. Although, I was worried I was a ghost until I walked into you."

"Been there." I said truthfully as I scooped up my belongings and stood up.

"So how have you been?" He questioned, making a formal question just the opposite as he asked it in a sing-songy voice.

I tapped my chin as I thought, "That's a very complex question with an even more complicated response. I couldn't possibly answer it here."

I looked around the crowded halls to emphasize my point.

He suddenly whipped put a pen and scribbled down a series of numbers on my arm. "Now, that's either my number or the one etched into the really big oak tree by the pond. I can never tell the difference between the two. Call me and we can meet up and talk."

"Just talk?" I clarrified.

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "For the first date, sure."

"Who said this was a date?" I asked, playfully crossing my arms.

He shrugged, a smile on his face as he started to walk off, "Don't you want it to be?"

AN; Told you they were an odd duo, but I'm having some fun writing this. Review if you want some more slight craziness!