Bubbles sighed, a happy sigh, full of contentment. It was a day after the last day of her junior year, and she was glad to be free. Of course, the blonde loved school; she loved the classes, the teachers, her fellow students, the learning… The girl sighed again. She loved all those things about school; but Bubbles knew she couldn't lie to herself about why she went to school, day after day. The reason was obvious—she knew why she put up with all the homework, all the annoying kids in her class. It was all for him; him, the boy who she had three classes with, the boy who continually talked to her, the boy who she saw not only in the halls. Whenever Bubbles saw this boy, her heart pounded in her ears and her cheeks turned tomato red, even though she begged them to stay their normal tan complexion. Just thinking about the blue-eyed boy made butterflies burst in the girl's stomach, and she giggled, placing her hands on her cheeks. It was the way his hair fell handsomely across his perfect face; the way his features seemed to shine when he smiled; the way his voice sounded when he greeted her in the halls, like a drink of cool water; the way his royal blue eyes twinkled in the hallways as he walked by her… Once more the girl sighed.
"Are you alright?" the boy Bubbles had just been day-dreaming about asked curiously.
"Yeah," the girl replied, snuggling even closer to Boomer. They were sitting atop his roof, having just finished thinking aloud about why the chicken actually crossed the road—having gotten so far as to say he was running from an angry farmer—when a comfortable silence descended upon the couple. Bubbles had begun thinking about the past year, and how her life had changed so dramatically; she had a boyfriend, Buttercup started dating Butch, and the entire play fiasco to get Blossom and Brick together… It sure had been a hectic year.
"What are you thinking about?" the blonde boy asked, just as the sun began to peep at them from behind an outlying hill. He looped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him still, Bubbles easily molding her body to fit his side.
"Oh, nothing in particular; just how much my life has changed."
"All in good ways, right?" Boomer asked, just a hint of nervousness in his mostly sarcastic inquiry.
She smiled. "Of course." The boy then landed a quick peck on the top of her head and the girl sighed again, pleased with her life, pleased with the world.