Memories

A.N: This two shot is apart of a little mini series that I devised about Boomer and Bubbles relationship. The other ones in the series are titled "But its better if you do" (Song by Panic! At the Disco) and "The A Team" (Song by Ed Sheeren). The title of this fanfic was derived from the song of the same name by my favorite band, Panic! At the Disco. I also don't own these characters (unfortunately). Simply borrowing them. Please read and review!

Bubbles stood in Blossom's doorway, shifting her weight from foot to foot as her sister simply stared at her, mouth open in a small 'o'. Bubbles could see that her eyes were wide, even beneath her fire red bangs. The headphones that snaked their way from Blossom's pocket into her ears blared out loud, classical music. She reached up, taking out them out. Then she returned her attention to her sister who was now bouncing up and down on her feet with varying strains of distress flashing across her face every few seconds.

"Could you repeat that?" Blossom asked. Seeing that it seemed to be a matter of up most importance, she closed the university issued Biology textbook that rested heavily in her lap and set it to the side.

Bubbles, for her part, could have lied since Blossom didn't hear her the first time. Could've told her that she was on her period, or some other bull made up on the fly. But, the truth needed to come out. She trusted Blossom the most out of all of her sisters, and it would have been wrong to keep it from her, especially since it would have been so noticeable what happened later on. There was also the joy that she felt. There were no words to describe the large, quivering bubble that had formed in her chest. She had been bursting to tell someone, as she was wont to do whenever she got happy news. In short, Bubbles was bubbling with happiness.

But the feeling that shined brightly in the spotlight of her conscious was fear. Bubbles took a deep breath, stilling the motion in her hopping and restrained it to a tremor that shot to her hands. She closed her eyes, letting out the breath in a long sigh, and then opened them to see her sister staring at her with an alarming amount of concern on her face.

"Um…um…I'm…eloping with Boomer." Bubbles said slowly. Her voice was shrill and more akin to the tune of a whistle, but Blossom heard every word of it. She scoffed, shaking her head, red tresses bouncing every which way. Bubbles watched her reaction, and it seemed as though time had slowed down as she did this. On one hand, she was relieved that her sister wasn't mad, but on the other, the absolute lack of a reaction offended her. This was ground breaking stuff, and all she could get was a scoff? She should've just gone to Buttercup; that girl would've had an absolute uproar. And then, there was a small part of her that was jealous of Blossom, of her calmness in the face of this. Had the situation been reversed, Bubbles would've been jumping all over the walls, not sure what to feel or say or do, creating a general mess of herself

"How long have you known the guy, Bubbles?" Blossom asked. Bubbles puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms over her small chest.

"Err…we've been dating for about a year." Bubbles said. The hesitant pause was not missed by Blossom, but she said nothing about it.

"That's not a long time." Blossom pointed out.

"Hey, I don't even have to be telling you this. It defeats the purpose of eloping." Bubbles said. Blossom raised her hands in a defensive position, shaking her head.

"I'm not saying anything; I'm simply pointing it out. But you know what this means now, right?" Blossom said, and then stood up. Her red cotton shirt was wrinkled, and her blue skinny jeans had dark splotches of ink all over them. Blossom glanced down at herself, seeing that her baby blue summer dress was perfectly neat and pressed. She felt satisfaction at this; she was at least better than Blossom in that area.

"What?"

"I'm assuming that you haven't told the Professor or Buttercup about your little rendezvous, so I guess I have to." Blossom said. Bubbles felt ice cold fear run through her, freezing her in a second that spanned eons, it seemed. Tell them?

Of course it had occurred to Bubbles to tell the rest of the family about this. Certainly it had.

But acting on those thoughts? That was an entirely different matter.

Bubbles shook her head, steeling herself in the middle of the doorway as Blossom approached her.

"We can tell them together then." Blossom reassured her, although the comfort from those words was lost on Bubbles. She could feel the first symptoms of panic seize her when Blossom reached out and took her shoulders, trying to gently push her out of the doorway. Bubbles stood her ground, wrenching her shoulders out of Blossom's grip. The older girl frowned and muttered about how Bubbles could stay upstairs by herself. The onslaught of panic reached a fevered pitch when it was clear to Bubbles that Blossom would attempt to force her way past her by squeezing in through a gap in her left side. Blossom had already sidled her right arm through the gap, and was getting her midsection through.

Everything was happening in slow motion.

She only had a spilt second to figure something out, and the nano-seconds were ticking.

Bubbles quickly leaned to the right side, and then rammed her shoulder into Blossom. She left out a large whoosh of breath as Bubbles bony shoulder caught her directly between her breasts. Although Blossom was 'well endowed' as remarked by her boyfriend, her breasts offered no protect against her little sister's shoulder, and it felt like a small knife had been thrust in-between them.

Bubbles leaned to the right, attempting to do the maneuver again. Blossom growled, her right arm coming around and catching the girl in the back of her head before she could ram her shoulder into Blossom. The force of the blow caught Bubbles off guard and she stumbled, falling into the room.

Bubbles recovered quickly and scrambled out of the room on her hands and knees just to see Blossom start to make her descent down the stairs. She growled and used her super speed to come up to Blossom quickly, bowling her down the stairs.

In an instant the two girls were simply a tangle of limbs, some pointing inwards, some pointing outwards as the two tumbled down the stairs, coming to a stop at the bottom. Bubbles growled again, wrestling herself from underneath Blossom.

Blossom caught herself surprised when Bubbles appeared on top of her. Her hands shot out, reaching for Bubbles neck. They met their target and wrapped around, squeezing. Bubbles gave a strangled cry, clawing with sharp nails at Blossom's arms, but she refused to relinquish her hold. She wasn't going to choke her sister to death, oh no.

But she could keep going till she blacked out.

Blossom never got the chance though because a blinding hot pain reached her arms, two beams of light burned into her retinas. Her sister had just used her heat ray vision. It wasn't enough to cause her arms permanent damage but it was enough for her to release Bubbles, who was on the cusp of passing out. She shook her head, clearing the black spots that had erupted in front of her. Blossom pushed Bubbles off and away from her, rubbing her arms. Bubbles slammed into the opposite wall; a portrait to her side rattled and fell off. It landed with a dull thump sound on the hardwood floor. She got up groggily, the world tilting and changing colors as though it were being viewed through two kaleidoscopes.

The TV in the living room grew quiet from the movie that was playing.

"Is everything alright, girls?" The Professor's voice drifted to them. Bubbles shook her head again, clearing it more. Although Blossom was in a position to respond, Bubbles voice was the one that answered.

"Everything's fine Professor."

"It sure doesn't sound like it." He remarked. There was a creak of couch springs being released of pressure, and a second later a slow shuffle of footsteps.

"Everything's fine Daddy! Honestly!" Bubbles said. Her voice was sweet as honey, and high pitched, adopting the tone that it had when she was just a girl. Her use of 'Daddy' was not lost among Blossom and she shot her a look. Bubbles sneered at her. The Professor hummed, his shadow paused in the hallway. Both girls held their breath, although Blossom had no reason to be frightened. She wanted to tell the Professor, but not until Bubbles was safely restrained. It wouldn't do either of the girls good if they started fighting during a discussion. His shadow slowly receded, there was a creak of couch springs as he resumed his position, and the TV's volume was turned up again.

Bubbles sighed in relief, closing her eyes.

"This isn't over." Blossom hissed to her. She made her way upstairs, stomping. Bubbles felt fear wash over her, but it was pushed aside by an overwhelming sense of triumph. She had stopped her sister, if only for this moment. Bubbles opened her eyes, reaching into the inner folds of her dress and pulling out her phone. Flipping it open, she went to the contacts, finding Boomer quickly. She texted out a brief but detailed message to him before turning off her phone, humming out the cadence of a cheer song as she did this.

Although she had stopped Blossom now, she wouldn't be stopping her if she chose to tell them tomorrow, or any other day.

She was leaving that night.

Tendrils of mist curled around Bubbles's feet as she floated down the street and towards the city's population sign, although she was a good 3ft off the ground. The street was dim; the streetlamps failing at their job to penetrate the darkness. Her eyes glowed light blue in the near darkness because of this. In her hands she carried a medium sized suitcase filled with necessities; clothes, grooming supplies and small packages of food. Her jeans felt weighed down with change and her cell phone, but Bubbles ignored the uncomfortable bulge of her pockets. She felt unnaturally cold, although the screen of her high tech digital watch read that the temperature was a pleasant 85 degrees.

Maybe it was just the excitement getting to her. She had left the house that night, and the adrenaline rush of doing such a thing had sent shivers up and down her arms. She had made sure that Blossom was asleep when she did this, as was the rest of the family. It wouldn't do that, at the apex of her plan, it was all shattered because someone was thirsty and had to shuffle through the house.

Bubbles smiled gently as she finally reached the sign and saw that Boomer's car was waiting there. The engine was running idly; the soft glow of the headlights cutting through the darkness like two swords made of white light. She could see Boomer's flaxen colored hair even through the tinted glass of his windshield and she waved at him as she made her way over. He stuck out a pale hand and waved back. A tiny click resounded and the doors were unlatched. Bubbles climbed in and put her suitcase in the back amidst large trash bags filled to the brim with his clothes and things, kissed Boomer on his scruffy cheek and closed the door, putting on her seatbelt. This was done in one long, elegant motion.

The engine rumbled as Boomer finally started the car, driving out from underneath the city's sign and onto the long ribbon of road. Tiny luminous stretches of tape marked the road, showing the life that the two where leaving behind them, and the life that greeted them when the road ended.

Bubbles rolled down the passenger's window, sticking her head out, letting her long blonde hair be carried back and whipped away by the wind. She breathed in the cool July air as it rushed past her, feeling light. She could see the sun's fingers just reaching up in the distant horizon and illuminate the sky, turning it into a dusty rose colored canvas. That's where she and Boomer where heading, to that big red beautiful star in the sky.

Dimly, she was reminded of the story of Icarus. How he had wings of wax and had gotten confident, flying too close to the sun. The wings had melted, and he had been sent plunging into the waters of the cold, unforgiving sea.

Bubbles's wings were made of love though. How far would she and Boomer go be before they crashed? After all, success was only measured by how long you stayed in the air. Bubbles shook her head. That would not happen to them. She glanced over at Boomer, whose sole focus was the street. She loved him, and he loved her. That was all that mattered. The chorus of the Beatles' "All you need is love" popped into her head. She hummed it, feeling content with all feelings of doubt pushed aside.

The car kept going down the road, smooth. The sun was now up, and its bright arms were stretched wide, touching everything and coating it in gold. She looked up towards it, feeling its warmth. A single emotion resided in her being and she held it safely inside herself, knowing with an absolute certainty that she and Boomer would be fine. They would prevail through any adversaries that blocked their path.

They would succeed, proving all those that had doubted them wrong.

Their wings would not melt.