I Thought of You

Bubbles

"We can look at your classes. Maybe I'll show you my favorite courtyard," I sent a smile Boomer's way before I gently reached for his hand. I was terrified he'd reject it, but thankfully he just went along with it and followed me down the hall. That was a good sign. I have to admit, I'm way more willing to put the past behind me than my sisters are. As long as Boomer was nice, I'd be nice.

"So... how have you been?" I asked. I mentally slapped myself for being so lame. We are counterparts after all. It shouldn't be this hard to talk to the guy.

"Good," he muttered more to the floor than to me.

"Oh, well that's great! I've been good too... Everything's been nice. Sure I miss my powers but since I'm not responsible for the city anymore I've been able to be a normal teenager. It's pretty fun you know?" I babbled as I began to walk quicker. I glanced back at Boomer when he didn't answer. He just nodded before he went back to looking at anything but me. What was with that? Did I have spinach in my teeth or something?

"Sorry if I've been a little overwhelming, I just talk a lot when I'm nervous... Do you do that too? I mean we are supposed to be almost exactly alike but you haven't spoken much so you're either completely calm or don't have as much in common with me as I thought which I doubt, so you're comfortable with me?" I rattled off faster than I had meant to. Man, I really had to work on my conversational skills. Why couldn't I be like Buttercup and Blossom? Blossom was always the most articulate out of the three of us while Buttercup always had something snarky to say, but hey, at least it was something to say.

"You're not angry with me like your sisters are, so I am more relaxed than you'd expect I guess. If you're anything like me you're just trying to forget the past. So am I," Boomer sighed quietly. I stopped dead in my tracks before I turned to face him.

"You're right. I just think it's best to start over," I smiled brightly. "Hi, I'm Bubbles Utonium."

"Boomer Jojo," he smiled back giving me the feeling as though I was looking through a mirror. Boomer had everything I had. Sandy blonde hair, crystal clear blue eyes, perfect teeth. He even had the dimples that were nowhere to be found on my sisters' faces.

"Welcome to Townsville High, Boomer. I like your shirt by the way," I winked as I gave his outfit close inspection. Out of the three Jojo brothers, Boomer was by far the best dressed. Though he was wearing a simple blue button up that matched his eyes and a baggy pair of black jeans, the look worked for him. I respected that.

"Thanks. Now where's this courtyard you were talking about?"

"Right," I gasped. "I almost forgot! Come on." Once again Boomer's hand found its way into mine. It fit perfectly.

Once we hit the courtyard I smiled at the cool autumn breeze that welcomed us. I led Boomer to one of the small round white tables set up for students to eat or do homework at. Around us were the lush vegetation that grew more and more every year. Potted plants alined with the walkways and surrounded the small pounds full of various fish. Vines grew all around the walls of the courtyard and up sides of the school. It was a little before noon, so the sunlight in the yard was just dazzling.

"Wow," Boomer breathed gently as he examined his surroundings. I took note that this was the first time he initiated any kind of conversation with me today. "I think this would be my favorite spot too."

"Yeah, I sneak off here whenever I have the chance," I grinned. I was happy our conversation didn't feel as forced as it had not ten minutes ago. "So, let's take a look at that schedule."

Boomer nodded before he pulled out his already crumpled up class schedule.

Boys.

"I have Math, Spanish, Chemistry, then Art," he read off quietly.

"Oh well that's not too bad," I smiled. "You're in my Math, Spanish, and Art class. You like to draw?"

Boomer's head shot up from his schedule as he gave me the most radiant smile I've ever seen. "Like to? I love to."

"Me too! Guess we should have saw that coming, huh? I paint more, but doodling is fun too. I mostly do animals. You?"

"Anything and everything really. I guess my favorites are people." Boomer chuckled as he began to trace circles with his fingers over the tabletop. Funny, I did the same thing sometimes.

"Most artists don't say that."

"I'm not most artists," Boomer shrugged.

"Got any of your stuff?" I was kind of hoping he did. If art was the only thing he was comfortable speaking about, then so be it.

"Yes actually," he said as he went through his messy dark blue backpack. "I always carry my sketchbook with me."

"So do I. School just gets boring without drawing huh?" I giggled as I fished my own sketchpad out of my bag. I had to admit, I was excited to see what Boomer could do. Sure, I was okay, but I never felt comfortable about showing people my art. Something about Boomer just opened me up. I couldn't hide the grin on my face as we switched books from across the table.

"Okay, let's open them at the same time," I suggested.

"Sure," Boomer agreed after he rolled his eyes playfully.

"One..." I whispered.

"Why are we whispering?" Boomer raised his eyebrow.

"To add suspense, duh. Way to ruin it, Boomer!" I laughed.

"Fine, fine. Two..." He whispered with his finger already positioned to open the book.

"THREE!" We both practically yelled at the same time, laughing at each other's excitement.

"Bubbles,"

"Yes?"

"Is this.. A bear riding a unicorn?"

"Boomer, that's obviously a honey badger. Come on," I mock yelled as I playfully hit his arm.

"Sorry, sorry... Looked like a bear cub," he shrugged before flashing another smile at me.

"I would make fun of your drawings right now, but they're all really good. You're way better than I am," I sighed, slightly disappointed that he didn't have any silly drawings like mine. All of his were just stunning. I was in awe as I flipped though the thick pages of his sketchbook. There were a lot of drawings of his brothers, some cars, airplanes. Even a very realistic drawing of a spider that made me flip the page a little faster than necessary. Then towards the back, I saw it.

The last drawing in Boomer's book was a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes sitting on a beach. She was wearing a pink sundress and smiling at me. The girl looked too familiar to be anyone but who I recognized her as.

"Boomer, is this... Me?" I asked in shock as I held up the sketchbook.

Boomer's head shot up as a bright red tint spread across his cheeks. "Give me that," he sighed before he reached for his sketchbook and pushed mine towards me.

"Boomer, how did you know what I looked like after all this time?"

"You look just like me," he mumbled as he stuffed his book into his backpack. "I couldn't get you out of my head. I had to draw you."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh don't tell me that after over ten years you didn't once think about me. You didn't once wonder what your other half was doing? Or if I was okay or if I was hurt? I know we weren't on the best terms but we have an undeniable bond, Bubbles. I thought of you often. That's all," he grunted as he gathered his things and made way for the large school building.

He wasn't wrong. I did think of him, but of course I couldn't tell my sisters that. I quickly grabbed my things and followed. Just as Boomer's hand hit the door knob to enter the building I tugged on his shirt sleeve.

"Boomer, it's beautiful," I whispered. "And for what it's worth, I thought of you often as well."

Boomer turned around and nodded before giving me the smallest of smiles. There was a deep pain in his eyes, and I yearned to know where these scars came from.

"Come on," I smiled gently. "Let's keep going."

Boomer only nodded, but once again took my hand.

I feel as though Boomer and Bubbles are the more down to Earth ones, so they don't bicker nearly as much as Brick and Blossom! They were a pleasure to write and I hope you all enjoyed! Please leave a comment and tell me what you think!