I like mixed couples because I believe that people fall in love with people who have qualities they wish they had and the Butch/ Bubbles pair displays that perfectly. Bubbles is kind and sweet she wishes people would see that she too can be dangerous. Butch always has to be the strong one, Bubble's sweet innocence is a nice change for him. In short opposites attract.
"I don't get it." Berserk whined. "What do I have to do to get his attention?" She leaned on the desk defeated.
"The only reason he isn't already dating you is because he sits all the way in the back with Billie Bob." Princess consoled her, though really she wanted to talk about her crush on Brick, somehow she knew Berserk would be more than a little annoyed if she said one more word on the subject though.
"That's probably it yeah." She looked back at Boomer. He was hot as ever in a navy baseball shirt with his cute scruffy hair. "Should I go over there? I could invite him to have lunch with me." Berserk spotted Billie hiding under her hoodie and scoffed. "She must be lesbian to sit that close to him and not stare."
"I wouldn't be surprised. I once caught her checking out my friend, she was so mortified." Berserk wasn't listening to Princess, she never did. Instead she stood up and crossed to the back of the room. She caught his eyes when she was almost there and stopped his conversation with Mitch, who sat in front of him.
"Hey Boomer, so I never thanked you for catching me that one time."
"Oh you mean that time I hit you with a door? No problem." He joked. Berserk bit her lip not believing who she was talking to.
"So you're new and all so if you and your brothers need a place to spend lunch we sit in the middle of the cafeteria." He smiled his award-winning (literally) smile and berserk felt her legs go weak.
"Maybe, I'll ask my brothers." Berserk walked back to the front confidently with a bit of a hip sway. Buttercup watched her go feeling a tad sorry for her. She was head over heels for him and it hurt to watch because she could almost visualize the upcoming tragedy.
"Wow, Berserk likes you, man she's hot." Mitch spoke.
"She's okay. I don't really go for redheads." Boomer said. Buttercup could almost see the triumphant smirk he wore.
"Then who do you go for. The apples are ripe and ready to be picked." Mitch gestured. Buttercup dug herself deeper into her arm in an attempt to look like she was sleeping.
"I don't know blondes I guess."
"Then what about Brat." Mitch asked.
"Her sister?"
"You can have any girl you want, don't be so picky." Mitch mothered him. "The girl I like has no idea I exist."
"Oh, who's that?" Boomer asked leaning back in his chair so that it was dangerously close to tipping over.
"This chick I knew back in kindergarten." Mitch explained. "We don't talk much now."
"I suggest talking to her." Boomer, the amazing friend he is, suggested.
. . .
"Did you pack a toothbrush?" Brick said.
"Yup."
"Deodorant? A comb? Hair gel?" He counted on his fingers turning to Butch and staring at his spiked hair in specific when he said hair gel.
"Yes mom." Boomer teased closing up his bag.
"Underwear?" Boomer ran to his dresser and got a hand full of tidy whiteys that he stuffed into his half-closed bag.
"Now I do."
"Good, I think that's all." In the living room the Puffs already stood ready to go. They had been packed for weeks though the weekend retreat for the students hadn't been paid for by an anonymous donor until a few days ago. Of course the anonymous donor was the Power puffs who couldn't leave for a week and not face any suspicion from the boys when the Uraniums did too.
"I can't believe you donated a whole trip to the school." Brick said.
"Well we don't trust you alone in our house." Buttercup lied.
"I'm so hurt." Boomer joked. "I guess I will just have to live with your distrust, possibly drink something exotic out of a coconut. Yes that will soothe this pain."
"Shut up smart ass." Buttercup said giving her bag to their driver.
"Just take this kindness and shove it up your—"
"Buttercup!" Blossom called from the car. "Hurry up or we'll be late."
"Coming."
"Next time dad wants to do a favor for a friend he better do it in Africa. I can't take any more of this." Blossom sighed already changing into her Bonnie disguise. "I was looking forward to this week in Hawaii. Now it's ruined."
"We won't even be near them this week. We get to lounge up in the pent house." Bubbles smiled dreamily.
"But we'll have everyone from school at our show." Buttercup whined.
"Worth it."
. . .
"Boomer!" Berserk spotted their limo as it pulled up and rushed to greet them. "Wow you even look hot this early in the morning." It was about 2 pm and the sun was still barely awake.
"Thanks." He crawled out of the car where he had fallen asleep in the low lit compartment. The chauffeur handed him a suitcase and he started walking to the private plane that was boarding their flight.
"Do you want to sit together? I thought we could watch the movie toge—"
"Actually I was going to sit with my brothers. Thanks for the offer though." He said unenthusiastically.
"Just tell her you don't like her." Butch came up behind Boomer nonchalantly.
"Or tell her you do like her and then write a song about it." Brick suggested. "A really great song."
"No. And definitely not. I don't like giving bad news." Boomer boarded the plane and sat as far in the back as he could.
"When did we start acting like the loner brigade?" Butch asked putting his suitcase up. He looked at the three sleeping girls sitting behind them.
"When you guys started trying to get me to sell my soul for a song." Boomer chided.
"Fair enough." They settled back in their chairs and as people piled onto the large plane no one came back to where they sat. The flight was a couple hours and things were quiet, due to everyone being asleep, for a few hours.
"Are you awake?" Boomer shifted at the sound of a voice. "Wake up wake up wake up." It was a soft whisper followed by the low moan of whoever she had woken up.
"Bub—Belle? What do you want?"
"I'm hungry." Buttercup groaned louder.
"Not my problem."
"Just pass me my bag I brought food." Some shifting was done and then Belle said "Thank you." At this point Butch had turned to see what was happening behind him. Belle had opened a bag of chips and was munching away. She pushed a stray hair away from her face but it fell right back where it had been.
"What are you doing?" Brick asked groggily. Butch turned back quickly but he had already been seen. Brick looked through the slit Butch had and turned back with an evil smile playing across his lips. "Do you want to write a love song?" Brick whispered to the tune of 'Do You Want to Build a Snowman.'
"No, shut up."
"This is going to be fun." Brick muttered leaning back and drifting back off to sleep. When Butch did the same Boomer peaked around his chair at Belle. She was watching an inflight movie and quietly eating with Billie leaned against her watching too. Belle occasionally would share a chip with Billie, the true mark of a good person.
"What are you watching?" Asked Bonnie who had woken up due to their munchy sounds and muted laughter. She leaned over them to watch too. "I love this movie." She whispered. The girl's stayed like this until the plane landed and by then the makings of a truly terrible game had come to be in Brick's mind.