IWIA 3

AK: So I had the perfect chapter 3- and then I stupidly deleted it before I backed it up. Please bear with me.

Boomer POV:

I considered showing up in her room and telling her that heart surgery wasn't necessary. But really? That would freak her out, plus land me in jail.

She wanted a bad boy, not a jail bird.

So I flew home, dejected and still kind of high from her confession. Now to convince her that she WAS right for me.

I made a straight path for my room, and headed for the shower. Leather did not breathe right.

After I was freshly scrubbed, I took the time to pause in front of my mirror- installed for when Bubbles stayed over to cuddle (nothing else, but GOD how I wet-dreamed about it being more- a quiet deserted flat, no hesitation, her petite body under mine... COLD SHOWER!)

I was pretty hot, according to female polls. Not as buff and toned as my bros but then, Bubbles had really seemed to like my assets the last time we all went to the beach. I had a six pack, not as defined as Brick's, but it was cool. Both of us combined couldn't touch Butch, who lived in the gym when BC was busy.

As I pulled on my boxers, and night shorts, Butch yelled, "PHONE!" from the living room.

Sighing, I stalked out to grab the cordless one in the hall. "GOT IT!" I replied. "Hello?"

"Boomie...?" Bubbles' sleep husky, tired voice filtered through.

I though of her snuggled under those sky blue silk sheets I'd bought her for Christmas. Wait, had she just called me Boomie?

YEAH!

"Yeah, Bubbles?"

"You remember those passes we won for Adventure Story FunTime Land?"

The corniest-named amusement park with the worst mascots? "Yeah."

"Do you want mine? I don't really need it."

My battered heart nearly stopped. "I don't need mine either. But how about we go together?"

A pause. "No. That would be a date."

"Friends go out to things like this all the time." I pointed out.

"In groups," she replied.

Already my plan was formulating. "In pairs too. Look, we are friends now. Let's just go as friends."

Another pause, this one longer than the first. It made me break out in a sweat. "Okay..."

"Great, meet you Sunday, at ten. I'll pick you up."

"How about I meet you there? I mean, I can fly and everything..."

She sounded too nervous. One wrong word and she'd cancel.

"Cool. See you in front of the main gate, buddy." I chuckled.

She giggled half heartedly. "Sure, pal."

A click and she was gone.

"Buddy? Pal? Ugh, I hope this wooing thing works or I'm going to plan C."

Bubbles POV:

I got there minutes before ten, partially to scope out the situation, another part to keep from ditching Boomer. I felt like thirteen again, about to go out with David Hart for the first time. Granted, I ended up in tears, and Blossom, BC, Brick, Butch, and Boomer had rallied to make the jerk pay in various ways- but I was still no less nervous.

I assessed my outfit for the twelfth time. It was casual, a bit flirty, but still platonic: classic Converse, white ankle socks with a sky blue crystal beaded anklet on my left ankle, faded blue jean shorts, a black tee with B-LUV, in blue letters, and my mini satchel, which had all my necessities in it. Blossom and BC had approved sleepily yesterday. I looked cute without being girlfriend-cute. How I missed being girlfriend cute...

Now where was my not-date?

"Bubbles!" Boomer's voice called. My heart did the Pause-Flutter-Kick-Beat thing. I mentally berated it for that.

From this distance, I saw that we were kind of matching. I paled. That's what couples do on cutesy dates...

He was wearing classic Converse, faded blue jeans with destroyed holes, and a black tee that said B-LUV. On his wrist was the matching bracelet to my anklet, accenting the leather cuff on his wrist.

He stopped a foot or so in front of me. "Sorry I'm late. I had something's to do."

"It's okay. It's not a date, remember." I waved it off. I pointed to the ticket booth. "Let's get these bad boys redeemed."

He grinned. "Roger that."

I bit the inside of my cheek as we made our way through the crowd. Finally, we got to the ticket booth. I gasped when I saw who was inside.

"Blossom?!"

She gave a little wave. "Hey."

"B-b-but!"

"I'm covering for Princess. She covered for me last time, so it's only fair."

"Okay..."

Boomer took over from there. "We're redeeming these." He held up the the two passes.

"Okay, these do not include meals or food based attraction. If you want we can upgrade them for an additional thirty bucks?" Blossom slipped into salesperson mode.

"No thanks."

"Okay, have a great day at-"

"Hey, Blossom..." Brick's voice came from the intercom mounted on the desk. "I'm at the Night Zone. Meet me in ten or I'll come hunting for you."

Blossom turned scarlet. "Bye." She practically threw the punched tickets at us.

"Wonder what Brick wanted?" I voiced.

Boomer chuckled. "If it turns Blossom scarlet, it can't be good."

Boomer POV:

We were waiting in line for the Gravity Switch. Bubbles was licking a blueberry praline cone, which was melting in the heat. Dripping dangerously close to her pale skin...

Mind out of the gutter, I thought, for now...

I glanced anywhere but at Bubbles and her cone. How could she think I wanted anyone else but her and her oblivious sexiness?!

"And then- Oh look! It's BC."

BC? A dinosaur? Oh wait, that's right... Buttercup. I looked over to where Bubbles was pointing with her free hand. Sure enough, BC was working a mobile food stand.

"BC!" she cried out. "Over here!"

The green puff looked up and grinned, wheeling her cart over. "Bluebell, what's shaking?" she asked. Then she noticed me. "Hey, Blue-Beetle."

I scratched the back of my head. "Hey, BC."

"Where's Butch? You plus food... I thought he'd be stuck to your side." Bubbles pouted.

"Look behind you, Bubblegum." My brother swung Bubbles around in a tight circle. "BC, can I get rainbow popcorn?"

"No!" BC's answer was immediate.

"But... I'm so hungry..." Butch pouted.

"You're hungry all the time!" BC pointed out.

Butch grinned slyly. "Not all the time... Remember?"

BC blushed. "You cleaned out the fridge afterwards..."

"But I was full when I licked-"

"Enough! You can have it, just keep it PG. Sheesh. And around kids too."

"Thanks; oh yeah, Mitch was looking for you. Said its time to switch."

BC sighed. "Again? Fine, take me to the chump..." She shot Bubbles a smug look. "Later, Bluebell."

The green pair walked off.

"What was that all about?" Bubbles wondered aloud.

I sighed. "A lot of things beyond us."

She gave noncommittal hum and licked her ice cream again. Then, as an after thought, she held it up to me. "Want some?"

I nodded and grabbed the cone gently trapping her hand with mine. Slowly, to make sure she watched, I licked the side she'd vacated.

She gave a small, breathy gasp that went straight to my libido. Damn, please let this plan work...

Finally, I released it, and smirked. "Thanks, it's delicious. Oh look, we're next."

Bubbles ended up ditching the cone after a small secretive lick. I took perverse pleasure in that. Yep, this was going okay. Maybe plan C wasn't necessary after all... Maybe.

Bubbles leaned into me, her baby blue eyes half mast. We were walking home after the best not-a-date ever.

After the Gravity Switch, and a few other rides, we'd stopped for lunch. We split the bill, chat and eventually, Bubbles loosened up.

We slipped into the painfully platonic friendship I remembered from fourth grade. She teased me, I teased her, and the world was right.

Now, she was nursing a case of the dizzied from the Atomic Wheeler.

"Has the world stopped spinning yet?" I teased.

"No," she mumbled, "But I'll let you know when it does..."

I chuckled. "You do that."

We made it to the Utonium flat with Bubbles gaining more stability. "Thanks, Boom-Boom."

I smiled. "No sweat, Bubbly. Need me to help you bathe and tuck you in. You were as unsteady as Butch after a drinking binge."

She pouted. "I think I'm steadier than a drunk Butch."

"Sure you are..."

"And a little more capable of showering myself."

"Leave me with something." I whined.

"And able to snuggle into bed by myself," she sniffed.

"Well, you're more mouthy than Butch."

"Hey!"

"And smaller."

"I think I'm going to hurt you."

"Certainly more violent than a drunk Butch."

"Yes, I do believe I will hurt you."

"And a whole lot cuter."

"Well-" She stopped to look up at me. "What?"

I stepped closer. "You heard me." Soon, she was up against the door, and I was close. Absently, I took in her scent. Mmm, vanilla, peaches, and...was that cotton candy I smelled. Nice.

"Boomer... What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" I buried my nose in her neck, licking the sensitive spot at the juncture. I only knew it because I'd put a necklace on her neck, but I was about to get acquainted intimately.

"Boomer..." Bubbles pushed at me, and I stepped back only to take her lips. Mmm, they tasted like the cotton candy we'd split.

I deepened the kiss, grabbing her wrist so she couldn't hit me. I came up for air.

"Stop..."

"No."

And so we continued. I assaulted her lips, her neck, any sweet supple skin available. Then suddenly, her legs gave out. She crumpled to the doormat, flushed and panting. So was I, panting I mean.

"Why?" she hiccuped.

I looked down and groaned. She looked sexily rumpled- and the knowledge I had done was like a hallelujah chorus to my raging hormones.

"I'm done being sweet and sensitive, Bubbly. I want you."

"But-"

"I want you." I repeated, kneeling to look her in the eyes. Those hazy orbs stared at me, part shock, part desire, and all confusion. "We aren't suited to be just friends. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I want your heart, your body, your mind, your faults, your everything. I want it all, Bubbly. And I'll be damned if I lie about it to you anymore."

She whimpered and blubbered. I was torn between helping her up and letting her calm down. So torn in fact, that I didn't hear Brick's car pull up.

"Bubble-Boo?" Blossom cried, taking the choice from me.

I stood, letting the sisters sob over one another.

"I meant it, Bubbly. I want it all." I turned to Brick. "Give me a lift?"

"Hop in." Brick agreed. "Don't forget to call me later, Bloss."

And soon, we were gone.

I went to my room that night, emotionally exhausted, physically on high, and mentally at war with myself. Damn love sickness.

When I finally got to sleep, I had visions of Bubbles in white lingerie dancing in my head.

AK: R&R please, probably only going to have one last chapter or two. I want feedback, so please... Keep it coming.