Why do I like him?
He's handsome.
He's cute.
Maybe he isn't a gentleman…
Maybe he isn't all that charming…
But I still like him.
I still LOVE him.
My lips tingle at the thought of kissing him.
My body shivers at the thought of his warm body as he lovingly hugs me.
I LOVE him…
I adore him…
"I don't know." I answered my black haired sister nonchalantly. "I mean, he practically hates me anyway, who knows what his reaction would be if I told him…" I cast my gaze over to the blonde haired blue eyed boy sitting with his brothers while fiddling with one of my pigtails in between my fingers.
I love you Boomer.
xOx
AN: Well, I wrote this in about fifteen minutes (actual writing time spanned over four hours)
Based on my current feelings for a boy in my class.
While trying to think of a way to keep my creative spirit alive I suddenly thought of Bubbles and Boomer (even though we don't look like either of them)
I'll do my best!
Have a nice summer!
I don't own Powerpuff Girls.