Welcome to the FANFIC of the future! Haha, so I've had an idea for this story for over a year now and I finally decided to write it all down and upload it for you true fans of the PowerPuff Girls and of Course the RowdyRuff Boys.
I never thought I would write a Bubbles and Boomer story mostly because their too sweet for me. Then my boyfriend challenged me to make one that was sweet but not not corny. I like a challenge so I accepted, only I think it would be too boring if the story was only about the blues so I added the reds and greens into it too...So it's an a PowerPuff, RowdyRuff love story.
Like we don't have enough of those already...WE DON'T! Not enough good ones anyways.
Oops, I rambled again, sorry it's a bit of a habit. ^-^'
Original Summery: Blossom is dating a guy similar to her father. Bubbles is spending a lot of friendly time with a certain red headed villain Buttercup is in a love/hate relationship with two different guys. Brick is King of both Townsville and Citiesville with his brothers right beside him. Boomer shows signs of having a brain and wants Bubbles as a girlfriend but she keeps ignoring him. Butch continuously asks Blossom for advice and she doesn't know the answers to half of the questions herself.
Flashbacks, five headed dragons, gangs, parties, retired villains, revenge, spiders, meteor rocks
DISCLAIMER: Craig McCracken owns the PowerPuff Girls (I'm a big fan of his)
Fun Fact: Craig McCracken does not like fans of his show making the Puffs and Ruffs a couple. (oh well, haha)
Chapter One: Saturday, August 25, 10:28pm
Boomer and I have known each other since we were both young, fighting each other, good vs. evil. We finally decided enough was enough, since there was never an official winner between the PowerPuffs and the RowdyRuffs. When I think back on it, I remember how we started talking.
Buttercup had convinced Blossom and I to sneak out of the house and go to a late night party. Blossom wore a fuchsia pink, long sleeve, one shoulder mini dress, with a laser cutting on the sleeve and left thigh. Gold heart hoop earrings, a giant gold bracelet around her right wrist and gold platform high heeled shoes. Her make-up lightly done and her long tangerine red hair styled in waves and tied up in her infamous red ribbon.
I wore a sky blue off the shoulder flowing silhouette and spandex tunic dress with a sparkly glitter sheath overlay. Silver dangle heart earrings, metallic thin wave bangle bracelets on my right wrist, and silver platform high heeled shoes. My make-up done and my long blonde hair styled in curls and in my favorite pigtails.
Buttercup; never being the one to dress up decided to wear a black zip front corset with lime green trimming and black metallic leggings.
"Ewe, don't wear metallic, it's so ugly." Blossom complained.
"Well what else am I suppose to wear? I can't wear jeans."
"I have a black bandage skirt you can wear." I pulled said skirt from the closet and tossed it to Buttercup.
"I don't wear skirts." She tossed it back.
"So you would rather wear those ugly leggings than this cute skirt?" Blossom asked hoping to change our sister's mind.
"Yup."
"Oh come on Buttercup, wear the skirt! Tell her Bubbles." Blossom had once again dragged me into her and Buttercup's debate.
"Buttercup if you wear the skirt, it will be a lot cuter and you won't be overheated and sweat in those." I pointed at the leggings she had on. From the look on her face I could tell she was unconvinced. "Plus…Blossom will do your homework for a month."
"Deal." She smiled, snatching the skirts off the bed and walking into the bathroom to change.
"Why don't I get a saying in all this?" Blossom groaned in annoyance.
I giggled, "Blossom, school hasn't even started yet."
"It will in two days."
"Oh yeah…" I didn't know what to tell my sister, she asked me for help. "At least I got her to change."
Buttercup came out of the bathroom wearing the bandage skirt and putting on silver hoop earrings with a gold letter B dangling down the center. "I need shoes."
"What color?" I asked, opening my closet once again.
When we turned thirteen we asked the Professor for our own rooms. We wanted privacy. He thought about it and thirty days later Professor resurfaced from his lab with a new invention. I didn't understand it one bit when he explained it to us. Buttercup didn't even care about the details. I don't even know how he pronounced the name of it. Expandiccubics? This amazing machine planted on the inside of our doorknob senses which room we want to go in. I didn't even understand how it could do that even when Blossom tried explaining it to me. I got nothing but a headache.
"Preferably Black."
"Open toe?"
"No."
"Umm…I scanned my large variety of shoes. "I have some high heeled ankle boots." I handed her my boots.
"Ooh and there's a chain wrapped around them." Buttercup smiled sliding them on. Good thing we all wear the same size.
"Please be careful, those are my favorite boots." I begged.
"Aren't I always careful?"
"No." Blossom answered Buttercup's hypothetical question.
Buttercup growled, I know there were about to start another one of their pointless arguments.
"Let's just leave before it's too late." I suggested.
Sunday, August 26, 12:48pm
I'm so glad Buttercup convinced us to come out tonight!" I try my best to yell over the blaring music to Blossom.
"Me too!" Blossom yells back.
We danced to every song that came on, not caring the slightest bit how much our shoes were killing us; we were having too much fun to stop. But after what felt like hours I decided to give my poor feet a break. I took a seat at a glass table near the dance floor so I could still see my sisters. "You look like you're having fun." I hear someone say behind me. I quickly spin around seeing someone sitting at the table with me.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't see anyone sitting here." I stand up. "I'll just leave."
He chuckles, "You can sit down. I know you're tired from all the dancing, Bubbles."
I sat back down. "You know my name?"
He chuckled again, "Who doesn't know the PowerPuff Girls?" I mentally slap myself; of course he knows who I am. "We have been fighting each other since we were five."
I squint my eyes on the blinding strobe lights; trying my best to see who it was. I smile, my braces gleam in the flashing light. "Boomer, what are you doing here?"
Boomer shrugs, "Me and my brothers' always crash a party."
"Why?"
He shrugs again, "Why not? I mean it's better than sitting around at home doing nothing, right?"
I nod in agreement, looking in the direction of my sisters.
Buttercup with a scowl on her face. Dancing with Butch, who had a smirk on his face. Blossom is having a heated argument with Brick. From the distance it looks like he's enjoying it a bit. "Looks like your brothers are having fun." I giggle.
"Can't say the same about your sisters."
"Bubbles, we're leaving!" Blossom floats towards me.
"But I don't want to leave yet." I look into her eyes and can tell instantly that she doesn't care. I sigh in defeat and get out of my seat. "I'll talk to you later Boomer."
"No you will not. He is a RowdyRuff Boy and even though we do not fight each other anymore, they are still evil. We are superheroes; we do not associate with villains."
Boomer looked slightly offended by Blossom's words. I sent him an apologetic glance before being pushed out the exit.
"Ugh, that jackass!" Buttercup started her hateful speech as soon as we took off; flying home.
"Language Buttercup!" Blossom snapped, obviously mad as well.
"He pisses me off so much! I need to break something." She searched her surroundings, looking for something she can destroy and not get in trouble for it.
"Why?" I asked.
She glared at me, "What do you mean 'why'?"
"What did he do to make you so angry?"
She growled, "Nothing you'd deem important." Buttercup was blushing.
I raised my eyebrow at her before turning my head to Blossom. She was being unusually quiet. I half expected her to give us both a big lecture about staying away from the RowdyRuffs'. "You alright, Blossom?"
She looked almost worried, "Huh? Y-yeah, I'm fine sweetie." She smiled lovingly.
I'm not convinced.
Sunday, August 26, 1:20am
I guess my sisters worried me a little because I don't feel like sleeping at all." I realized after my shower. Changing into a light blue cami, dark blue peace prints pajama shorts and knee high socks with mixed shades of blue. Floating out my window, I decided to fly across Townsville. It helps clear my mind.
The cold air feels so good on my face, through my hair. I almost forgot about what I was so worried about. "What was that?" A bright flash had blinded me. I floated in the air hoping to catch another glimpse of that blinding light. There it is again, it looks like a thick black cloud hovering over the jungle gym of Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. After debating with myself on if I should go back to get my sisters or not, I flew right down, prepared for whatever dangers I was running headfirst into.
"Bubbles?"
Skidding to a stop, I turn around; immediately recognizing that voice from earlier, "Boomer?"
"What are you doing here?"
I notice the dark cloud above us shrinking into nothing. "The cloud…was that you?" I pointed.
"…Yeah, so?"
I scoff. So? Ugh, I hate that word. Buttercup gets me so mad when I hear her say it. Hearing Boomer say it, and to me, just makes me hate it even more. "So, why in the name of Him are you doing it!" I snapped at him.
Boomer looked a little shocked at my sudden outburst. He floated closer becoming eye level with me…and smirked. "I am a villain aren't I? It's kinda what I do." He shrugged, "You know, chaos."
I didn't know what to say back to that. I'm not even sure how to start a conversation with a Rowdy. Boomer still has the same clothes from the party on; a blue football jersey with gold trimming and the number zero. Black jeans and yellow in blue Nikes. I must have been staring at him too long because he spun around saying, "Like what you see?" I don't blame you I am a good looking guy." He winked.
I couldn't help smiling at his goofiness, I had to admit, Boomer did look good. Except for one thing. "Since we were five I always thought you were cute…" He looked a little taken back. A PowerPuff Girl telling him, he looks cute. "I even had a crush on you when we were fourteen."
He lifted an eyebrow at me, seemingly interested.
"But that was then." I looked past him, slightly embarrassed to be telling him this. "You have hair longer than Buttercup's. It's just not my type." Boomer's expression was so hard to read. My best way to describe it is 'blank.' Despite what I just told him, I still have a crush on Boomer. I just don't like his long hair. At the party it was tied back into a low ponytail so it didn't bother me as much as it does now. Long, messy blonde hair flowing over his shoulders. If it wasn't for the stubble on his chin he would probably be mistaken as a girl…then whoever made that mistake would wind up dead by Boomer's hand. He may be the tamest of his brothers' but he's still a RowdyRuff Boy.
Sunday, August 26, 1:35am
I kicked open the door to Mojo's giant dome instantly spotting Butch spread out on the couch in nothing but a pair of green and black basketball shorts, watching TV. "Give me a haircut." I demanded.
"I'm busy."
I zoomed around the place, gathering everything I need for my brother to cut my hair in the kitchen, Chair, scissors, towel, and razor. I snatched the remote from Butches hand and turned the TV off.
"Aye! I was watching that." He glowered
"Cut my hair."
"Why?" He sat up straight, "Not that I'm not happy about you finally getting rid of that mop you call hair."
"I'm just sick of it." I lied. Bubbles really got to me about it tonight." I let it grow because I wanted a new look a few years ago. "I want a new look, give me something that looks good."
Butch sighs, sounding more annoyed then anything. "Fine, I'll give you a haircut so good you'll never want to change it again." He stood to his feet.
"While you're at it, you can cut mine too." Brick appeared out of nowhere. "I don't like my hair in a ponytail anymore."
Brick's hair isn't long like it used to be. It barely even reaches his shoulders anymore. You can hardly tell though because he's always hiding it under his hat.
"No!" Butch protested, "What the hell do I look like, huh? Everyone's personal fucking barber! Do you want me to shave the monkey too?" A sudden glint appeared in his eyes, he gave himself an idea.
"Whatever evil prank you have for Mojo, put a pin in your plan until you finish cutting our hair." Brick commented, sitting in the chair to go first. "Mine will end faster than yours, Boom." He said to me opening the magazine I didn't even notice in his hands till now. "Don't fuck it up Butch. Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean I don't care about my overall appearance." Brick commented as Butch began snipping away.
... "Done." Butch stated blowing leftover strains of red hair off the scissors. Brick floated to the mirror by the front door checking every inch of his head. "Sit in the chair Boomer." My green eyed brother demanded. I obeyed, slightly nervous. Truthfully, I don't like Butch near me with scissors since he tried to prove some stupid theory to Brick involving my eyebrows. "Suggestions?" He asked already clipping my long hair off.
I watched large golden locks fall to the floor from the corner of my eye. "I don't want it long anymore, but don't cut it all off either."
Sunday, August 26, 1:52am
"I have to admit, Butch; you did a real good job." Brick circled, blocking me from getting to a mirror to see for myself.
"I think it's my best yet." Butch boasted, puffing out his chest proudly.
I zoomed out the chair to the mirror…I look like a completely different person. Butch shaved both sides of my head leaving the center long enough to reach my neck. I slicked the remainder of my hair back and smiled past my reflection to my brothers.
"I knew you'd like it." Butch commented.