A/N
So, I'll cut to the chase here.
I've got a HUGE case of Writer's Block with my other story, Another Kind of Revenge. To keep the creative juices flowing, I'm making this series of one-shots with the usual pairings.
The one-shots will range from AU, to normal universe, to all-dialogue, to 1st person, to 3rd person, to present-tense, to past-tense, to pre-relationship, to relationship, and even just friendship with small hints of fluff.
Obviously you know what it's about: 25 Reasons Why Guys Love Girls.
I got this idea from a Young Justice story I read, but I'm not exactly copying because it's a different show, with different characters.
If you watch Young Justice, read that story, because it's amazing!
Anyway, please enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls.
Reason 1: They always smell good, even if it's just shampoo.
Blues- Pre-Relationship
"I still don't see why we have to sit with the stupid girls," Butch complained gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest in the passengers seat, "What if I wanna sit with the basketball team? Or other girls? Ones that wont beat me up every five minutes like Buttercup..."
Brick rolled his eyes as he took a right-hand turn into the parking lot of Townsville's Community Park.
"Because Blossom's my girlfriend and I want to sit with her," The redhead growled. "Besides, the principal put me in charge of you, and I know you'll go off with that group of jerks you always hang out with and get yourself arrested again. You're sticking with me."
Butch started to mutter under his breath and sank lower into the black leather seat of Brick's red 2004 Ford F-Series truck. "It was one time," He growled, "And they ditched me and left me for the cops!"
Choosing to ignore him, Brick changed the object of his attention to his youngest brother, sitting in the back, looking out the window.
"What about you, bro? Are you gonna complain about sitting with 'em, too? You know I'm only forcing you to because Butch'll complain that you get more freedom than him."
Boomer shrugged. "I don't care. All we're gonna do is watch fireworks. It doesn't really matter where we sit, anyway."
Brick raised an eyebrow and his reddish eyes flitted up to his rearview mirror. Boomer was staring out the window, a slight scowl on his pale face and his blonde hair falling into his blue eyes.
The vehicle's occupants remained quiet for a few seconds as Brick began to maneuver around the lot, searching for a place to park.
"Are we there yet?" Butch muttered quietly as Brick spotted a vacancy and drove toward it, parking perfectly and taking the key out of the ignition. The truck shuttered as the engine died.
"Come on," The redhead grumbled, taking off his seatbelt, opening the door and plopping down onto the asphalt below. "And be polite, okay? Don't embarrass me, I really like her."
"Whatever," His dark-haired brother replied, also getting out of the automobile.
Boomer sighed loudly and followed suit, slamming the door behind him. Brick proceeded to lock the truck, and it confirmed it's security with a loud beep.
The three brothers made their way towards the entrance of the park: Two large wrought iron gates with Townsville Community Park adorning the top in black metal letters. The entryway was currently open, and streams of people were going in and out of the place.
Luckily they'd found a spot closer to the entrance, so they didn't have to walk far.
The green, manicured grass was nearly hidden under all the people that had gathered together for the fourth of July, and Boomer immediately felt kind of uncomfortable and claustrophobic.
It took them only about five minutes to find Blossom and her sisters, who were sitting on a large blanket at the back of the park under a big oak tree. Blossom saw Brick first and waved him over with a big smile.
Steeling himself, the oldest of the three returned her smile and started towards her, managing to tug Butch along after him while avoiding other people's bodies that were sprawled on top of their own blankets.
Boomer followed soundlessly, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans.
"Hey!" Blossom greeted them upon their arrival, standing up and brushing off her tight floral sundress. She stepped over Buttercup who was lying on her back, green hood over her head with her earbuds in her ears.
Once in front of Brick, she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. He responded by enveloping her in a hug, tangling his fingers in her long auburn hair.
"Alright, enough PDA. It's almost sunset, the show's about to start," Boomer huffed and walked around them, taking a seat next to Bubbles on the edge of the blanket. She was engrossed in a Nicholas Sparks book and twirling the end of her long blonde ponytail with a pointer finger.
Meanwhile Brick and Blossom sat down together while Butch was stuck in the middle. Boomer noticed his trademark smirk light up his face as he leaned down and snatched Buttercup's Ipod and headphones away from her, to which she jumped up and punched him in the arm immediately.
Boomer sighed softly, realizing that he wouldn't be able to enjoy the show much with the two dark-haired teens flailing around and cussing each other out.
Deciding to distract himself and get into a better mood, he adjusted his blue rugby jersey and leaned over, looking over Bubbles' shoulder to see if the title of the book she was reading was printed at the top of the page she was on.
She stiffened visibly as she suddenly realized that she wasn't alone and glanced at her company out of the corner of her eye.
"Wat'cha readin'?" Boomer questioned, voice low.
"Uh..." She said, scooting away a few inches before turning to him, cheeks tinted slightly pink. "It's um... Dear John. I saw the movie and figured I should read the book."
He smiled. "Isn't it the other way around? Read it before you see it?"
"Well, that's predictable," She said with a shrug, "I'm not predictable."
Letting out a small chuckle, the boy responded, "That's good. Predictable's boring."
"I know, right?" With that last comment, she went back to reading her book, drawing her bare knees up to her chest, resting the spine on her thighs and adjusting her shorts with one quick motion.
Boomer looked up at the sun, marveling at the way the sky was changing colors as it sank behind the city in the distance. He was the dreamer of his brothers, and always took the time to look at these things in detail. His eyes dropped to the other people in the park and he glanced over at Brick and Blossom. They were on their backs, close together, murmuring and laughing about something. He couldn't help but look at the other two siblings and wanted to face-palm when he realized that they were playing Mercy, both of their faces screwed up in pain.
"God, they're so immature," He scoffed, shaking his head. "When is this stupid thing gonna start?"
Almost as if that had been a cue, a loud explosion flitted through the air, filling the ears of young and old that had gathered to see the fireworks.
People "ooh"d and "ahh"d at the sight as the first part of the show lit up the sky in a line of pink, yellow, and bright green sparks.
Bubbles put down her book and sat up, Brick and Blossom quieted, and even Butch and Buttercup stopped messing around. Smiling at the sudden quiet, Boomer leaned back on his hands and stretched his legs out, starting to enjoy the entertainment.
About halfway through, a moan came from the other side of the blanket. Boomer's eyes widened and he found the strange urge to look over toward the two redheads. Unsurprisingly, the couple of the group was in a tight, intense lip-lock, barely even paying attention to the reason that they were there.
Boomer suppressed a shudder and turned to face the fireworks again, but a sudden gust of wind swept through the park, lifting up the parts of blankets that weren't weighted down by bodies and other objects. Shrill screams sounded around the park, now joining the noise of the exploding rockets a few miles away.
Bubbles' hair was flung into the blonde boy's face and he nearly choked on it, sputtering as the blonde strands made contact with his tongue. He didn't dare close his mouth, he didn't want to accidentally tug any of it out and hurt her. Using his fingers, he separated her golden locks from his tongue and raised her pigtail away from his mouth, up to his nose.
The wind was still blowing, but now it was sending the strong scent of coconut and watermelon into his nostrils. He continued to hold her hair so it wouldn't blow around, but now, he was just sitting there, letting her scent wash over his senses.
God, Bubbles smells good...
Then the wind stopped. Around him, people were adjusting their blankets, hair and clothes, and he suddenly became aware that he was just sitting there. Smelling his brother's girlfriend's sister's hair. And said girl was looking right at him, a confused look on her face.
He just continued to hold her soft, blonde tresses, fireworks forgotten.
After about fifteen seconds, she broke the awkwardness with an even more awkward question, one that would involve Boomer actually speaking.
"Uh... are you... smelling my hair?" Bubbles asked, and heat started to rise to Boomer's head. He prayed he wasn't blushing as hard as he thought he was.
"It was an accident," He said stiffly, "The wind, er-it blew it into my mouth, and uh... yeah, sorry 'bout that..." As he trailed off, he gently let go of her hair. It glided through the air, gracefully bumping against her slender arm as it settled back into place.
Boomer suddenly noticed how pretty Bubbles was. Her baby blue tank-top was modest, but it still showed her shoulders, arms, collarbone and a fair amount of cleavage. Her shorts were short, but not obnoxiously so, and her muscular legs were tanned and smooth. Her white and blue tennis-shoes were dirty and the laces were frayed at the ends.
His brief assessment ended and his eyes flicked back up to her face, wary.
She was smiling wryly, but her eyes were no longer on him. They were on the colorful display again.
Fireworks completely off of his mind now, Boomer just stared at the blonde girl sitting next to him, his nose twitching as it fought the air and the other scents around it to be able to smell her intoxicating scent.
Finally, unable to resist after a couple of minutes, Boomer transfered his weight to one hand and turned towards her, craning his neck to be able to smell not just her ponytail, but her entire head of hair.
He sniffed quietly, but he saw Bubbles tense and her body start to convulse strangely. Fearing he was creeping her out too much, Boomer opted to just put his head on her tiny shoulder.
It was then that he realized she was laughing.
"What?" He demanded softly, kind of defensively.
"Why are you smelling me?" She asked, her voice betraying the fact that she was smiling.
"...You smell good...," He said, trailing off again, still kind of defensive. "Er... what perfume do you use?"
"I don't. It's just shampoo," She answered, turning her head to him slightly. Their noses brushed.
Fighting back his blush, he slowly wrapped his arms around her petite frame. "Uh... this sounds lame but... can I smell you l-later?"
She giggled, leaning back into his muscular chest, "I'd be honored if you would."