AN: 2 Chapters. 1 Day. I just couldn't wait for this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls they belong to my boy Craig.


Bubbles' POV

The first thing I felt was a large pair of hands roughly shaking my petite shoulders.

Then all the feeling came back into my body. A pain in my left arm standing out, and that's when I heard that silky deep voice call out, "Miss, Miss please wake up. God dammit please!"

So I opened my eyes to the scene all around me.

I was no longer in my car driving down the street. I was sitting on the ground as a man was calling out to me. Once I looked up at the man I gasped.

Those were prettiest eyes I've ever seen. The were a deep ocean blue. His forehead was contorted with worry and his plump pink lips set in a frown. Light freckles dusted the bridge of his nose, and his silky blond hair was swept to the side with some strands falling down into his chiseled face.

He was an angel on Earth and I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

Until he grabbed me into a hug.

"Oh my God you're okay. Damn I thought I was going to jail for life with this one." He quickly let go of me as if I was on fire, "Oh shit my fault for grabbing you like that and squeezing you. I am squeezing you right? I'm such an idiot! What it you have internal injuries and I'm just making it worse. Fuck it I should just turn myself in right now-"

I interrupted him with a touch to his face so that he could look at me again and let out a strained laughed, "Sir, please calm down I'm fine besides the minor pain in my arm. My name is Bubbles." His rambling was too cute but I couldn't let him have a heart attack right in front of me.

His eyes widened and the dimply smile that bloomed on his face would have surely left me fainting again if it weren't for the circumstances.

He is so friggin' cute ugh. But wait... how did I get here?

And I voiced just that. The second part, not the first of course.

"Well it's my fault I was driving in the opposite direction as you when certain interferences caused me to veer out of my lane and hit your car." I gasped so loud it almost made my ears pop.

I jumped up immediately, "My car!"

And there it was, my new baby with a huge dent in the front and one of the tires flat with a dark blue sports car in front of it with smoke rising from the hood.

"Oh my goodness and your car, too?"

He slowly stood up, "Yeah that might cost a pretty penny to fix." He turned his attention to me as I did him, "I'll give you the number to my insurance company and everything and I'll even pay for the damage. If you even want a ride until your car get's fixed I got you. Hell if you want a new car, name it and you'll have it."

Yeah he is absolutely endearing.

"It's okay I can handle the costs, I just hope your car is able to get fixed."

"Oh please I have more cars where that came from. Please just let me compensate you in some way."

"I think she said he has it all under control. No need to overstep your boundaries Babe."

No. Flipping. Way.

The same poofy red hair. A bit taller, but quite on the skinny side, wearing a short gold dress, exotic jewelry and the highest stilettos I have ever seen, was Princess Morbucks. It may have been years since I've been here but I could remember her haughty looks and nasally voice from anywhere. Her dad is a multi-millionaire for peat's sake.

But I gotta admit as much as she used to bully me she is a really pretty girl, she could be a Victoria Secret Model if she weren't so short.

It was when he started to roll his eyes that my mind was brought back to the situation at hand.

"Princess I thought I told you to stay in the car. Did you even call your dad like I told you to?" He honestly seemed exasperated.

"Of course I called but I saw you standing out here giving all your attention to that whore and I couldn't let you do that."

Whoa-wait-hold up .

Is she calling me a whore?

Before I could say anything the kind blond man stepped in with a look of disbelief on his face, "Princess what the hell is wrong with you? Don't go calling strangers, whores. For all I knew she could've been dead and you know what a dead body means for us? The end of our fucking freedom."

"Correction; it means the end of somebody else's freedom. My dad is filthy rich, so with a couple of bribes for the right people, I could've had the whole thing pinned on somebody else had she been dead."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and apparently the man couldn't either. So I decided to speak up.

"Pinning the murder on somebody else that is innocent doesn't mean freedom for you; it makes you worse than a murderer."

"Oh so the trash still speaks." she exclaimed while rolling her eyes.

"Your mouth is more disgusting than the dirt you do behind the world's back." I shot back.

She squinted her eyes at that and she took a closer look at me.

"What dirt could you possibly be talking about?"

"Does Professor Him ring a bell?" I asked oh so innocently.

Her face first became shocked, then contorted into anger as her nostrils flared.

"Bubble Brat! So your ass is really back, huh?"

There goes that nickname that I would prefer to be left in the past.

"In the flesh." I was gonna press on about the situation with her and our 7th grade teacher but I chose not to for two unfortunate reasons.

1: I'm too good of a person to go blurting out someone's old mistakes or dirty deeds. Had it been Buttercup or maybe even Bunny she was facing, she would have need to do a lot of explaining cause of reason number two.

2: On her ring finger she was sporting a big, bold, glittery ring. And judging by how she referred to the blond man. I'm guessing they're engaged. Why he would want to spend the rest of his life with that she-demon? None of my business honestly.

Speaking of said man, he looked between the both of us as if it were a tennis match, no doubt trying to figure out what was going on. His confused face was soo cute, but I tried not to let it affect me as he clearly had a girl. Even if his girl was the one person I truly despise, I will not look at someone's boyfriend or, soon to be husband, in anything but a friendly way.

"Well good to know, I guess my fiancé and I will be seeing you and your slut sisters squad more often."

I didn't even blink when I replied, "I guess my slut sisters and I, will."

I proceeded to make my way to my car without even looking back in their direction.

The nerve of this bitch!

Just my luck to be right in the arms of such a sexy and generous man, just for him to be taken by a devil in Moschino. He might even be a devil himself and just putting on an act right now. But either way there has to be some rational reason on why he is with her.

I got stopped by a large but surprisingly soft hand grabbing my arm.

I turned around and again was rendered speechless by those beautiful ocean eyes.

"I am so sorry for her behavior. She usually acts pretty narcissistic, but the way she spoke to you and about you was downright disrespectful. I really respect the way you handled it though." He offered his contagious, dimply smile at the end and all I could do was smile back and say, "It's no problem.."

"Boomer. Boomer Jojo." He stated.

I smiled even wider if that was possible. Maybe car crashes weren't a bad thing all the time.


AN: And there we go. Of course I had to make Bubbles and Boomer meet first! But Princess and Boomer? Ugh. But as you can see Bubbles isn't really the confrontational type but she clearly had to be here, typical Bubbles. Please review and follow this story if you like it I would definitely appreciate it. Moschino is a brand of quite expensive clothing. Please review which meeting you want next. I have them all planned though.