Guess who's back...! I had some chapters done a long time ago, but they disappeared and I had no time to redo them. Been a while, but I finally found some inspiration (and motivation).

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Bedtime Stories

Bubbles quickly moved down the hall, gently grabbing onto Boomer's arm. He turns around, his eyes slowly looking down into another blue pair. "Are you okay...?" She whispered to him, hand never leaving his arm. The simple touch felt like fire, the two of them missing the feeling of being one. Boomer, realizing what he was thinking, swiped his arm out of her grasp and took a step back, eyes turning to the ground.

"Stop worrying so much... I'm fine." He replied just as quietly, the two of them still having trouble when it came to communicating with one another. "I just can't be around those two flirting anymore. I'm old, Bubbles. I can only take so much sexual tension." Boomer joked with a half-smile, eliciting a giggle from his counterpart.

There was another pause between the two, their eyes staring at each other from opposite sides of the hallway. "... What was the other reason?" The man looked back at his former enemy, not understanding what Bubbles was trying to say. "You want to become good because you aren't the best at being bad. But... you have another reason. What was it?" A red color began to glow onto his cheeks again, Boomer's eyes moving between the wall and the girl. Seeing that embarrassed look made Bubbles smile again, remembering how it used to be when they were together.

"... From that smile, I think you already know the answer." Although he was smirking, his face was still scarlet from the topic. She looked up at him, eyes wide with curiosity, making him groan slightly. "You're seriously going to make me say it, aren't you?" Another dissatisfied sound comes from his throat, hand scrapping through his hair. "My other reason... is obviously for you..."

The blonde heroine looked up at Boomer, her own face beginning to turn red. "... Oh." He coughed awkwardly, chuckling at her expression when he looked at her doe eyes. "Hey! What's so funny? You were the one that decided to just confess...!" Her face continued to burn, causing his laughter to just become louder.

He opened his eyes, seeing her pouting in frustration from his reaction. "I'm sorry, Bubz, it's just been so long since I've even seen that face." The two pairs of blue eyes looked at each other, not used to hearing that nickname anymore.

In a panick, she ran into her room to check her face in a mirror. "What face?" Boomer shook his head, following behind the silly girl into her room. As she skims her face, he closes the door to give the two of them privacy. She looks through the reflection to her friend's face, eyes obviously showing worry.

"That 'oh-god-what-am-I-supposed-to-say-here-he's-so-cute' face." He teased, watching her turn towards him in a glare. "We are already thirty-three years old, yet you still give me faces like we are still teenagers. It's adorable."

Her face began to turn red again, looking down at her feet before back at Boomer with a smile. "Hey! I don't have a face like that!" She joined his joke, eyes seeming to glow. "And I don't think you can call me cute when you've pretty much acknowledged the fact you've loved me all this time." Bubbles did a playful flip of her hair before facing her mirror again, brushing her hair quietly.

Boomer looked at the ground, sitting himself down on the bed. "... So what if I have?" The two of them sat there in sudden silence, both of them shocked of the sudden confession. Then Bubbles began to brush her hair again.

"Even if that was true, and even if I felt the same, you know we can't." Bubbles answered him with cold eyes, watching through the mirror her former lover's eyes go to the floor. They both knew they couldn't go back to what they used to be. "I love you... but at this time, we can't risk it."

A broken smile shows itself on Boomer's face, walking up to Bubbles and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "It's okay... I know." They sat like that in silence, enjoying each other's warmth while they could. "... I love you too."

...

Bruiser lied himself on his bed, staring at his pink room again. It was moments like this, when nobody can see, that makes him grieve over his mother. His mother had him when she was still very young and she was all he ever knew, his teacher, mother, and friend. He might like his new home, his new family was easy to like and nice to him, but they will never be his mother. Red eyes began to mist over for the first time since he found out about her death, making him cover them with his hands.

"Are you crying?" The voice made Bruiser jump, glaring at the source of it. A girl in white sat nonchalantly at his window, looking at him with both amusement and worry. "Oh god, I never knew boys even had tear ducts." He looked away from her, rubbing his eyes quickly to try to hide any trace of tears.

His face went a little pink, looking back at Bell with a slight smirk. "Me? Crying? Never...!" The girl looked at him, watching as his eyes went to his feet for a few seconds before facing her again. "So what brings you here anyways, babe? Can't get enough of me?" Her face flushed red, a scoff heard before crossing her arms in annoyance.

"Don't get full of yourself. I'm here as a warning." Red eyes followed white locks of hair as they fell from her shoulder down her body. He really liked long hair, especially the kind that is taken care of as well as Bell's was. Bruiser shook his head, knowing his mind was going off the topic she was speaking on. "My master decided I couldn't handle you and called up some new assassins. From my observations, they are only about two or three years older than us, but they are pretty scary." His eyes moved from her waist to her face, looking at the analytical expression she held. "They are known as... you know what, I think I told you enough."

He rolled his eyes at her defiance, as if the slight holding of information would keep her on the "bad side" of everything. But he gave her a real smile, still appreciative of everything she's telling him. "Thank you, sweetie. But tell me, why would my enemy tell me such information?" His stare made her squirm and he knew it, but he thought it just made her cuter.

Her cheeks puffed out as she got more and more flustered by the other's staring and the silence. "Well... if my master doesn't find any use in me... I might as well be useful to you. Not because I actually want you to live or anything, I just thought it would make it more fair." She began to stutter out to him, face seeming to turn redder per syllable. He couldn't help but chuckle, hand going up to his mouth to try to cover his amusement. "Hey! I can see you laughing over there! It's not funny when I'm trying to kill you!"

The other teenager raised an eyebrow, walking up to the girl in white and getting eye level, only inches away from her face. "Kill me? I don't think so... if you were, you would've already done something." His confidence annoyed her, her gaze moving down to her knees then glaring right back at him. "I think... instead... that you find me attractive. But, you know, it's hard to resist my charms." Bell began to turn red as he smirked, the expression absolutely wooing her, and she was frustrated that it affected her so much.

"You know, you should stop flirting with everything with a beating heart..." She whispered back with half-lidded eyes, face moving even closer to him. Her hand slowly moved across his cheeks, his eyes lighting up in interest. "And try to protect your's." The two stared at each other in silence, neither of them wanting to back down in their little game.

Within the tension, the two of them were slowly getting closer to each other until their lips were almost touching. He smiled at her lovingly, brushing through her hair quietly. "Who said I was flirting?" In that moment, he went in for the kiss, both closing their eyes in the process. But right before they actually touched, his door was suddenly loudly opened, two adults in green giving these stupid smiles.

"Hey, Bruiser!" The two teenagers jumped from each other at the sound of the adults, Bruiser looking at his dumbfounded aunt and uncle in immense displeasure. "Um... hi?" Bell, face the color of a beet, stared over at Bruiser before it turning to a glare and her flying away. A groan came from the boy in red, hand moving through his hair. "I'm sorry, did we interrupt something?" Buttercup asked slowly, a sheepish grin on her face as she looked at her nephew's burning gaze.

Falling back onto his bed with a sigh, Bruiser stared at his ceiling in a daze. "No, it's fine. What do you want?" He said with slight venom in his voice, obviously disliking that the girl flew away without him able to stop her.

Butch rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, looking at his nephew. "Um... nothing, really, we were just bored and..." The look the younger one made caused him to look away instantly, wanting to get out. "Nevermind. We will just practice together or something." Buttercup nodded in agreement and the two quickly left the room, closing the door as loudly as it was opened.

The other still stared at the ceiling, his own face starting to redden. He hasn't even been in the City of Townsville for a week, but he was finding himself falling in love with a girl he barely knew. His hand moved to his chest, feeling his heartbeat continue its steady beats no matter how hot the rest of him felt. If only he wasn't interrupted like he was...

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So... yeah. Finished it up and such. Hopefully I will put up a few chapters before I disappear again. I'm a tad rusty, so I apologize if it's a bit strange.