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Boomer felt the warmth of the sun's beams that filled his bedroom the next morning. He smiled to himself at the familiar smell of breakfast being made. It was nice to have a mother who cooked every meal and a small yet cozy house to call home. Boomer and his brothers counted themselves lucky that the citizens of Townsville accepted them as former villains.

Boomer slowly let his eye lids rise, exposing them to the bright spring sun. He pulled his sheets to cover his face only to find they wouldn't budge. Normally he could pull the blankets enough to cover every inch of his hair, but this time he couldn't. Boomer tugged at the comforter as hard as he could until he got frustrated. He sighed loudly and sat up in bed to be greeted by a toothy grin from Butch.

Boomer let out a short yet loud screech, falling out of his bed. Butch chuckled lightly as he stood from his cross-legged position on his brother's bed.

"Butch! What the hell are you doing in my room?" Boomer demanded, still shaken.

"Calm down Booms, I'm here to help you out" Boomer furrowed his brow in confusion.

"If your goal was to make me feel safe at night, then you failed horribly. Have you been there all night!?" Butch shook his head and helped Boomer to his feet.

"No, only about five minutes" he said nonchalantly.

"You're a psycho" Boomer stated.

"So I've been told. But that's beside the point! You need my help."

"With what?" Butch smirked and placed a hand on his suspicious brother's shoulder. "Let's face is bro', your sad attempts at flirting with Buttercup is getting old…"

"I don't like where this is going…" Butch ignored Boomer's quiet protests. "You need to step up your game before you lose her to someone else. And you know exactly who that someone is."

"...Okay first of all, I don't make attempts at all to flirt with her, and second I'm pretty sure Buttercup does not like Mitch." Butch firmly gripped Boomer's blue T-shirt by the collar and glared.

"First off, that's your problem, how can you expect to be with BC if she doesn't even know you like her. Second, Mitch is planning to ask her to the upcoming dance on Monday, and he could most likely make her fall for him twenty minutes into it, so unless you want to go the rest of the school year seeing her in Mitch's noodle arms, you'll listen to every word I say for the rest of the day."

Boomer blinked nervously. That was the last thing he wanted, he couldn't let Mitch show him up anymore. He nodded confidently at Butch, who returned it with a smile. Butch released his grip on Boomer's shirt and made his way out of the room, motioning for Boomer to follow.

"Wait, there's a dance coming up?"

Later on, Boomer wandered the mall, laughing with his brothers and friends. He replayed Butch's advice over and over in his mind, and surprisingly, it had been working. Butch had told his brother to go with his first thought and never over think before speaking or Boomer had started a mini food fight in the food court between the five of them with whipped cream from their ice cream. Someone got the tiniest bit of ice cream on Brick's hat, and he freaked out.

After he took care of the stain on his precious hat, Brick even helped Boomer find ways to get Buttercup's attention. He nudged Boomer in the stomach and nodded his head towards the photo booth they were approaching. Brick was closest to it in the line they were walking in. Boomer was to his right, Buttercup next to him, and Butch and Mitch next to her. They walked together in sync until Brick moved to walk next to Mitch so Boomer could have a clear path to the photo booth.

Just as they were walking past it, Boomer grabbed Buttercup's wrist and pulled her in. A slight yelp was heard from Buttercup since all her focus was on her phone at the moment. Mitch glared at the photo booth, although Boomer couldn't see him, and Brick and Butch exchanged a quick high-five.

Boomer immediately slid a dollar into the slot and waited for the first picture to flash. Buttercup and Boomer smiled simply for the first picture. He glanced at Buttercup and noticed her scrunching her nose in a cute way, right before allowing a soft sneeze.

"You sneeze like a kitten" Boomer chuckled, earning a light punch in the arm from Buttercup. The camera captured the second picture of the two laughing and Boomer playfully rubbing his shoulder where she hit him. For the next picture, Boomer crossed his eyes making Buttercup laugh, but she tried to contain her smile long enough to curl her tongue at the camera.

A sudden thought entered Boomers mind. He tried not to over think the idea just as he had been all day. He smiled at the thought of lightly bringing Buttercup's face closer to his, and kissing her for the last picture. He lifted his arm, heart beating a thousand times faster, ready to pull Buttercup by her chin.

"PHOTO BOMB!" Mitch pulled open the curtains to the booth and forced his upper body in. His head blocked most of Buttercup and Boomer's faces, though anyone could tell they were very irritated. The camera caught the fourth photo of Mitch's idiotic smiling face, and barely noticeable annoyed features on the small amount of Boomer's face in the background. Mitch exited to booth with a satisfied smile, while Boomer sent a death glare that could kill.

Brick and Butch silently apologized to their brother for letting Mitch interrupt. Boomer shrugged it off and continued to walk throughout the mall after retrieving the two picture strips and handing one to Buttercup.

Minutes later, Brick led them into the instrument section of a department store. Buttercup admired every guitar and drum set like a kid in a candy store. Butch picked up a dark green guitar and pretended to play.

"Butch! Put that thing down before you break it!" Brick commanded. Butch paid no attention to Brick's demands, and mindlessly stuck his tongue out in attempt to keep the guitar from slipping out of his hands.

"Hey, maybe Brick's right. We could get in serious trouble if you break that" Mitch spoke up. Butch rolled his eyes with a cocky smile, still ignoring his friends.

"You know what? We should be in a band together! We can be the Rowdyruff Boys!" he exclaimed.

"How original" Boomer stated, un-amused. Buttercup glared at Butch. "What about me? I'm not a boy!" Butch cringed at Buttercup's raising voice. "Alright fine! The Rowdyruff Boys and Girl!" Buttercup rolled her eyes.

"You're an idiot. Now put down the guitar and let's go." Butch chuckled and let the instrument's base touch the ground while the head was still in his grasp. He leaned slightly on the guitar as if it were giving him support to stand.

"You guys worry too much. But I'm serious about that band thing! We'd make a pretty awesome-" Butch let too much of his weight rely on the guitar, and it slipped from its sturdy position causing Butch to fall to the side. He landed on his shoulder with the guitar in three pieces under him, and his arms and part of his head knocked into a row of guitar cases. They fell like dominoes and eventually crashed into a group of guitars and violins, which broke the violins instantly due to their small structure.

Brick, Boomer, Mitch, and Buttercup watched the scene with wide eyes. Butch gasped quietly as he looked up at the damage.

"You think the anyone will notice?" he asked, getting to his feet. Brick glared at his brother and smacked him up-side the head. Voices were heard nearby and shadows of workers got close to the area.

"We're dead" Mitch stated. Buttercup stared in the direction in which workers would appear. "We have to get out of here, now!"

"Let's fly then!" Butch suggested, already hovering over the ground.

"We can't idiot! If we fly, they'll know it was us, and if we get caught I will be lectured to death by Blossom and the Professor!" Buttercup yelled in a hushed tone. Butch nodded and let his feet touch the ground again.

Boomer glanced around, spotting a rack of hoodies right across from the instrument section. He rushed toward it and pulled four hoodies from the rack.

"Here put this on, quick!" he commanded, handing Buttercup a pale green hoodie. Mitch furrowed his brow at the black sweater in his hand.

"This is no time for Barbie dress up Boomer!" Mitch said. Boomer glared at him, silently telling to shut up and put the hoodie on!

"Pull your hoods up" Boomer said, handing Butch a forest green hoodie. Brick was already wearing his own hoodie and pulled the hood over his hatted head.

"Okay, no follow my lead got it?" Boomer said leader-like after he slid a dark blue sweater over himself. He got on his hands and knees and crawled behind a stack of instrument cases, motioning for the others to do the same.

"Hey! This is a woman's sweatshirt! It has sequins all over the chest!" Butch complained, and Buttercup stifled a giggle at the sight.

"Shut up and get down Butch!" Boomer growled. Butch sighed, but crouched down next to Brick. Three employees came into view as they turned the corner into the section. They stood wide-eyed in front of the pile of broken merchandise. The three split up in search of anyone who caused the damage. The taller worker of the three approached the stack in which the five teens hid behind. Boomer held up his hand as if to keep anyone from moving. The man peeked around the stack of cases and spotted the five teens.

"Make like birds and get the flock outta here!" Boomer shouted, getting to his feet. He grabbed Buttercup's hand and made a run for the exit, and the other three boys were right behind them. Calls were heard behind them from the furious employees, and the group only ran faster. Boomer led them out of the department store and faced the crowded mall.

"Hey! Stop right where you are!" Brick turned to see security guards running at full speed toward them.

"Let's go!" Boomer called before running into the crowd of people, Buttercup's hand still tightly in his. He rounded a corner next to the bathrooms and leaned against the wall, the others following suit. They watched as the two guards ran right passed them and cheered in victory.

Suddenly another guard stumbled out of the men's restroom. Mitch smiled politely, yet awkwardly, and received a polite nod of acknowledgement in return.

"All security guards, keep an eye out for five teenagers in various colored hoodies. They are to be charged with the destruction of merchandise and theft of four sweatshirts." The guard's walkie-talkie blurted. He examines the teens in front of him and confirmed that they were who he was looking for.

"Well, this has been nice, seeya!" Boomer said, darting off with his friends again. The guard immediately took off after them.

"Boomer, you think it might be a good idea to, oh I don't know, run for the exit!" Brick shouted. Boomer rolled his eyes.

"Of course I thought of that! It should be right around-" he stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at the blank wall in front of him. "-This… corner?"

"We're dead" Mitch stated blandly for the second time.

"You'll be dead if you don't stop saying that!" Boomer snapped.

"Well do you have any more bright ideas, genius?" Mitch questioned. Quick footsteps were heard approaching.

"As a matter of fact, I do" Boomer said proudly. "Get on your hands and knees, quick!" Boomer commanded, pulling off his hoodie. Butch glared at the floor.

"No way! This floor is filthy!" Everyone slowly turned to look at Butch with confusion.

"Are you gonna be a sissy all day?" Buttercup asked. Butch sighed and got on his knees. Boomer flouted slightly over the marble floor with his arms crossed just as the guard turned the corner.

"Caught you, you little trouble makers!" he exclaimed. Boomer cleared his throat to get his attention.

"I've got this all under control sir" he said.

"Well thank you Bomber, now I have to take these hooligans to the office." The guard took a step toward them.

"It's Boomer, and that won't be necessary officer. I'll make sure they are taken care of"

"But the fines-"

"Will be delivered straight to the mayor once my brothers and I get the money from them. And I'm sure the Girls will be alerting their parents as soon as they can." The guard smiled and began to walk away.

"Wait, weren't there five of them?" Boomer was silent for a moment, when he spoke he stuttered slightly.

"N-no, there were only four. You-uh, you must have heard wrong." The guard shrugged and began to turn the corner again.

"Okay then! Thanks a lot Bomber!" Boomer started to correct him, but figured it was useless.

"Good thinking Blue!" Buttercup applauded standing and high-fiving Boomer. Brick and Butch ruffled his hair and thanked him. Boomer smiled. Thanks to Butch's advice, he was much closer to being able to ask Buttercup on a date without much fear of rejection.

"Man, forget being in a band, we should all be track stars!" Butch said proudly. Buttercup and Brick rolled their eyes and ignored his silly comment.

A buzz sounded from each of the boys' cell phones, except Mitch's of course, and Buttercup's bracelet. Brick was the first to remove his phone from his pocket and examine the message.

"Looks like the fun is over, the Gangreen Gang is terrorizing Central Park" Brick said.

"It doesn't have to be over. It's only the Gangreen Gang, Brick; we'll be done with them within five minutes."

Well there's that! I've decided to update every Friday! but! report cards are coming soon and if I have a D in geometry, my laptop go bye-bye :( so that would mean not updates for a while. so if I don't update next Friday or any Friday after that on this story, you know why :( I tried hard on my exam though so I hope it's okay!

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