CHAPTER 11: TURN UP THE MUSIC

ME: Another chapter, yay!

BUTCH: Oh joy...

ME: ...Are you being sarcastic?

BUTCH: ...Sorta, kinda, not really...? Anyways, she owns nothing besides her own OC's and the story.

Chapter 11: Turn Up the Music


Bubbles ruffled her hair. She had to paint with Boomer today, and she wasn't sure she could stare into Boomer's ocean-blue eyes without remembering the kissing incident.

She floated slowly to his house, debating on whether or not just to not go and say she was sick, or go and survive the awkwardness.

But before she could decide on either, she was already at the door of his house. And while trying to decide on whether or not she should knock, the door swung open.

"Hey," said Brick, leaning against the doorframe. "Boomer's upstairs in his room." He nodded at the stairs, then stepped aside to let her in.

"Thanks," Bubbles mumbled, floating in slowly. She went up the stairs, looking at her feet. Was this really a good idea? But she couldn't go back now, could she?

She knocked on his door, her heart all of a sudden racing. What if he didn't want to see her? What should she say? How can she-

"You can stop knocking now," his voice drifted from inside as the door opened. "You're hitting my head-"

Bubbles only blushed, dropping her fist as the door opened completely and he stared at her in surprise.

"Oh...hi, Bubbles," he mumbled.

"H-Hi," she replied. "M-May I come in?"

He nodded, stepping to the side and letting her in. "Come on in," he said slowly.

She nodded, walking in.

The two blues sat down; Bubbles on the bed, and Boomer at his desk. They painted in silence, only talking every now and then about casual things like "Can you pass the paint?"

Bubbles wanted to say more, but what could she say? She was at a loss for words; she could only sit there awkwardly and nod whenever he asked for paint and pass it to him.

After twenty minutes of awkwardness, the door opened. "Hey, you two; what's-?" The voice stopped as the newcomer noticed the awkward silence hanging in the air.

Boomer looked up. "Hi, Butch," he said slowly.

Butch crossed his arms, frowning at the scene. "What is WITH this silence? Do you not know how much I hate silence?"

"We know," said Boomer, rolling his eyes.

Butch walked to the stereo in two quick strides. "I need some noise," he announced.

"What are you-?" demanded Boomer, sitting up.

Butch flicked it on then, smirking as he did so. Boomer's iPod was plugged into the stereo, and "Turn Up the Music" by Chris Brown came on.

Boomer flushed, seeing as it was his iPod plugged in.


Turn up the music cause the song just came on

Turn up the music if they try to turn us down

Turn up the music, can I hear it til the speakers blow

Turn up the music, fill your cup, and drink it down


"C'mon you guys, let's get this party started!" shouted Butch, turning up the volume.

Boomer rolled his eyes, setting down his paintbrush.

"Why don't we dance a bit?" suggested Butch, smirking.


If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air

Put yo hands up in the air, girl put yo hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up

If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air

Put yo hands up in the air, girl put yo hands up

And


Boomer sighed, getting up too. "I'm not dancing with YOU," he teased, letting a small grin creep up on his face.

Butch stuck his tongue out. "Who said I wanted to dance with you, anyway?" he retorted. He turned to Bubbles. "We'll have to share Bubbles here. How's about Rock-Paper-Scissors?" he suggested.

Boomer grinned, turning to Bubbles. "Alright then; Bubbles, tell us when to go!"

"Don't come crawling to me if you lose!" chuckled Butch, smirking as he glanced at Boomer, who stuck his tongue out in response.

"Who says I will?" retorted the blue Ruff, rolling his eyes.

"Well then...Rock-Paper-Scissors!" called Bubbles, giggling. She felt so carefree, without having to worry about awkwardness anymore.

Leave it to Butch to break the awkwardness.

Automatically, Boomer and Butch released their hands. Butch went with scissors, but Boomer did rock.

Butch only scrunched his face up, frowning at the thought he had lost. It made Bubbles giggle.

"I win!" cheered Boomer. He turned to Bubbles, grasping her hand and spinning her around.


Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)

Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)

Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)

Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)


They were floating above ground, and he floated in a circle with Bubbles in his arms.

He pulled apart, still holding her hand. She spun back to him, and he dipped her back. She giggled, blushing.

They did leaps and spins, and Boomer floated underneath her before lifting her into the air.

Bubbles danced, feeling lighthearted. She and Boomer did the waltz, spinning in circles. He dipped her again, and she leapt back up before spinning around.

Boomer then gave Bubbles a spin before releasing her to Butch, who grabbed her and continued to spin her around.


T-t-turn up the music

T-turn up the


Butch flicked the volume on even louder as he and Bubbles danced by.

Butch and Bubbles did the tango, both unable to control their laughter.

Butch gave Bubbles a spin before catching up to her and dipping her. He then picked her back up and threw her into the air. She squealed in half excitement and half fear. But then Butch caught her, and she laughed.

Butch flipped her, and she gasped. They both laughed at the end, Butch spinning her around again before sending her back to Boomer.


Turn up the music cause the sun just came up

Turn up the music if they try to turn us down

Turn up the music, cause I'm tryna hear the speakers blow

Turn up the music, fill your cup, and drink it down


The door slammed open, and an angry Him stood in the doorframe. "WILL YOU TURN DOWN THE VOLUME!?" he shouted in his demonic voice.

He wore only a bathrobe, held two cucumber slices in his claws, and wore high-heeled slippers. His bathrobe and his high-heeled slippers had pink fluff around the edges. A fluffy towel was wrapped around his head. His yellow-green eyes gleamed dangerously.

The three teens burst out laughing at the sight.

"What's so funny!?" demanded Him, frowning.

"I'm not turning down the music!" gasped Butch, flicking the volume on just a tad bit louder. "If you're gonna bring us down, then we're gonna turn the music up!"

Bubbles giggled, and managed to stop laughing enough to gasp, "I-I didn't know they made high-heeled slippers!"

Him grinned, striking a pose. He put his right claw on his hip and waved the other one in the air. "Well, since I'm naturally high-heeled, I have these specially made just for me!"

The three teens laughed even more, rolling around and holding their sides in a vain attempt to control their laughter.

"Hey!" cried Him, folding his arms as he frowned. "Are you mocking me?"

Bubbles shook her head, still laughing. "No, no!" she gasped. "It's just amazing they make high-heeled slippers! I never knew!"

Him smiled then. "Oh, there's lots of things you don't know!" he sang, winking.

They laughed all over again.


If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air

Put yo hands up in the air, girl put yo hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up


Him absently waved his claws in the air, looking around. "Hmm...how's the painting?" he asked.

The three burst out laughing again.

"What?" asked Him, looking confused.

"You think you're sexy?" teased Butch, laughing. He then repeated, singing, "'If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air, Put yo hands up in the air, girl put yo hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up."

Him laughed, continuing to wave his claws in the air. "Okay, okay, maybe I am!" he laughed. He turned to Bubbles then. "You put your hands up too!"

Bubbles laughed, shaking her head. "No way!" she gasped.

Him grabbed her hands and held them up in the air, a grin on his face.

Bubbles didn't protest. The two did a dance while waving their arms in the air, laughing and grinning.


Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)

Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)

Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)

Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)


"What is that noise? And by noise I mean it is very loud and annoying-"

"Shut up, Mojo!" called Butch. "I need this music in my life, 'cause I hate awkward silence!"

"Fine," Mojo muttered in reply. They could hear him sigh and mutter, "Kids these days."

They couldn't help it; they broke into another round of laughter, much to Mojo's disdain.


Save my life (just dance with me)

All I wanna do is party, so DJ turn it upppp

Girl, dance with me (just dance with me)

Girl, can I see that

I really wanna touch that

Baby can I feel that (t-turn up the)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)


"C'mon; let's dance!" called Butch, grabbing Bubbles again. "Girl, just dance with me! 'Cause all I wanna do is party, so turn it up!"

Boomer joined the two, and they did a three-way dance routine. Butch would spin her and Boomer would catch her. Then they'd dance some more.

Him tapped his high-heeled slippers to the tempo of the music, grinning as he did so.


Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)

Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)

Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)

Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah, leggo)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)


"Him! Turn up the volume, will you? I need it in my life, you know!" Butch called.

Him glanced back at him. "What?" he shouted back. "I can't hear you!"

Butch shouted back, "The volume!"

"What?" Him yelled back, turning down the volume a bit.

Butch frowned. "I wanted you to turn it up louder!" he complained. "Not quieter!"

Him shrugged then. "Oh well," he said, turning the volume up again. "Let's dance!"

And danced they did, spinning in circles as they laughed.


Turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

T-t-t-turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

T-turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn it up (just dance with me)

T-t-t-t-t-t-turn it up (just dance with me)

Turn up the music


They danced until the song ended, but their laughter didn't stop until awhile later.

Butch had turned the stereo off, so it didn't play the next song on Boomer's iPod.

"That was fun," chuckled Boomer, sitting up as he managed to stop laughing for a few moments.

"Y-Yeah," agreed Bubbles, gasping for air.

Butch nodded, grasping his sides. "My sides hurt," he agreed.

Him smiled; he was happy Boomer was finally smiling again. After all, he was still Boomer's "parent" even if he only revived Boomer and was a demon.

And he was happy Bubbles wasn't acting awkward; he'd been wondering what had happened.

Just then, the doorbell rang, loud and clear.

DING-DONG. DING-DONG.

"I'll get it!" sang Him, floating out the door. He turned back before going out completely. "Keep having fun, you guys!"

"We will!" the three teens chorused.


Him hummed as he floated down the stairs, his high-heeled slippers only grazing the floor.

Mojo raised an eyebrow. "What has gotten you in such a good, which means happy, mood?"

"Well, Boomer's finally coming out of his shell; and he's having fun with Bubbles and Butch."

Mojo nodded. "I see; that is very good, which this time does not really mean happy, but I guess this is a happy occasion..."

Him nodded absently before opening the door. "Hello?" he sang.

The person standing before him gasped and nearly dropped her phone. She was shaking, and her eyes were wide. After all, seeing Him in a bathrobe isn't something you see everyday...

"Oh hi; Sophie right?" giggled Him, opening the door wider. "Are you here for Bubbles again? You're in luck this time! She's upstairs; I'll take you there!"

Sophie only managed to nod weakly before following Him inside, still shaking.

Him opened the door then...


Butch and Boomer shared a high-five, Bubbles giggling.

Just then, the door opened a crack, and they looked up.

Bubbles immediately stopped giggling when she saw who it was. No, it wasn't that she was suddenly unhappy at seeing Him, but it was the shaking girl behind Him that made her happy mood fall.

...Sophie.

Her mind started to spin, and she shook. Why was Sophie here? What was Michelle planning? Hadn't Michelle done enough already? Now what? Was it going to be even worse? But Bubbles couldn't imagine anything worse than the kissing incident. So what could it be...?

She was interrupted from her thoughts when Sophie said, "Hi you guys...um...you three sounded really happy..."

Did that have to do with why she was here? Bubbles wanted to ask, but she wasn't sure she should...

"Why are you here?" demanded Butch, raising an eyebrow. He had just asked the question for Bubbles, and she gave him a grateful look.

Sophie twirled a few strands of hair around her finger. "I uh...wanted to see if you guys were fine that I accidentally took pictures of you guys dancing...?"

Boomer looked confused. "How can you 'accidentally' take pictures of us dancing...?"

Sophie shrugged. "I was passing by, when a squirrel took my phone and climbed up a tree. That's kinda what happened, since it was set on camera. If you guys aren't fine with it, I'll delete the photos."

Bubbles narrowed her eyes. Should she really trust Sophie...?

"I'm fine with it," replied Butch, shrugging. "Just don't do anything too shitty with the pics and I'm fine."

Boomer nodded. "Me too!" he agreed.

Bubbles hesitated. "I..." she paused, looking from Butch to Boomer, who urged her on.

"They'll see it as a weakness if you don't agree!" hissed Butch.

"C'mon Bubbles; you're not scared of those girls, are you?" added Boomer.

Bubbles sighed. Michelle saw everything she did as a weakness. And she WAS scared of those girls. But instead of saying no, she took a deep breath, and said...

"...I'm fine with it."

Sophie smiled then. "Oh, okay then! Bye, you guys!" And she hurried off, Him following at a slower pace.

"...What was THAT all about?" asked Butch, staring after Sophie.

Boomer shrugged. "Whatever," he replied. He turned to Bubbles. "Let's just paint, 'kay?"

Bubbles nodded. "O-Okay."

Butch smirked. "I'm staying here otherwise awkward silence might occur again. I'm fine with the awkward silences I create!"

Bubbled giggled then; Butch would help her relax in Boomer's presence. "Sure," she said.

Boomer nodded. "I'm fine with that too," he agreed.

Then they continued to paint. Bubbles and Boomer worked together, chatting casually, including Butch.

Butch was tossing paper airplanes onto the ground.

"You're making my room messy," complained Boomer, setting down his paintbrush to turn to Butch.

Butch stuck his tongue out, throwing another paper airplane to the floor. "It was already messy," he pointed out.

"Well then you're making it messier!" Boomer said in exasperation.

Bubbles got up and grabbed a certain blue bin, placing it at the place Butch threw his airplanes at. It was a recycling bin. "You can toss them in here," she announced. "That way, it doesn't make the room messier and it gives you a target."

"And I won't have to pick anything up after," added Butch, getting up and picking up his old airplanes. He sat back and tossed them again, this time into the recycling bin.

"But then I'd run out of paper," Boomer pointed out, frowning.

Bubbles frowned too. That may prove a problem...

But Butch just shrugged. "Not really," he said. "Mojo just bought us new packs of paper. And I'm not wasting paper since I'm throwing it into the recycling bin."

"B-But..." Boomer paused then. "Oh well, you do have a point." He turned back to the painting. "Let's paint some more," he suggested.

Bubbles nodded. "Okay."

They painted for another ten minutes, until Butch threw a paper airplane at Boomer's head.

"Ow!" cried Boomer, turning to face Butch. "What was THAT for?"

Butch laughed, pointing his finger at Boomer. "I couldn't help it!" he gasped. "And besides, the expression on your face was priceless!"

Boomer made a face, sticking his tongue out at Butch. Butch just continued to laugh, and Bubbles giggled.

Her phone rang just then, and she picked up. "Hello?" she asked, feeling confused. She quickly checked the caller, and saw that it was Buttercup. Why was BC calling her now...?

"Get home. Now."

Buttercup sounded extremely tense, and Bubbles wondered why. "BC? What's wrong?" she asked.

"Buttercup's on the phone?" whispered Butch. "Let me talk to her!"

"Was that Butch?" Buttercup's sharp voice sounded.

Bubbles nodded. "Uh...yeah; why?"

"He said 'Buttercup's on the phone? Let me talk to her!', right?" she continued.

Bubbles nodded before remembering she couldn't see her. "Well...yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"...Tell Butch I can't to talk to him right now."

"What?" gasped Bubbles. "B-But why-?"

Buttercup smirked on the other end, but it sounded bittersweet. "You're so surprised, aren't you?" she said, almost sounding sarcastic.

"Wh-What are you talking about?" Bubbles asked, completely confused.

"Just get home. Now. Got it?"

Before Bubbles could reply, Buttercup hung up.

Butch turned to Bubbles. "What was THAT all about?" he asked.

Bubbles hesitated. "She...never mind." She paused before continuing. "I have to go now".

"Oh...okay," the two Ruffs said.

Bubbles nodded before floating out the door.

"Wait!" called Boomer. "Let me at least fly you home."

"Me too!" added Butch. "I want to talk to BC."

Bubbles bit her lip. "It's fine-"

"Nonsense," Him called, appearing in the doorway. By now he was dressed in his usual clothes. "Let them take you home, sweetie."

"O-Okay," Bubbles stammered, startled by Him's sudden appearance.

Boomer and Butch escorted her down the stairs, with Him right behind.

"Bye!" Bubbles called, floating out the front door with Boomer and Butch.

"Bye, Bubbles!" the other Ruffs, Mojo, and Him chorused.

Then the door shut behind her, and she floated on. It had been a happy day, but what was with Sophie and Buttercup? There wasn't any connection between the two's strange behavior, was there?

"What's wrong?" asked Boomer, furrowing his brow, looking concerned. "You're frowning."

Bubbles blushed. "I-I'm fine," she stammered, feeling her heart thump even faster when she saw his wide, concerned, ocean-blue eyes.

Butch flew on the fastest, a green streak behind him. "Let's hurry!" he called. "I really want to ask BC something."

Bubbles bit her lip, turning away from Boomer to hide her worried face. Instead, she watched Butch's disappearing streak. "Let's hurry so we don't fall behind," she mumbled, flying on.

But what she didn't see was the look on his face and the disappointment in his eyes.

Bubbles tried to catch up with Butch, and Boomer easily caught up to her. They soon caught up to Butch right before they landed at Bubbles' house.

When Bubbles approached the door to unlock it, it swung open and Buttercup faced her. "BC..." she stammered, startled.

Buttercup's face was a bit shadowed and she stood in the doorway, her arms crossed. She looked up, and Bubbles just managed to catch Buttercup's lime-green eyes before they vanished behind her bangs again. "Get in. Now," she ordered.

Bubbles turned to the two Ruffs. "Thanks for flying me home," she said awkwardly as she climbed up the front steps.

"Buttercup-" Butch called, but the door slammed shut at the two Ruffs.

Bubbles turned to Buttercup. "What was that for?" she asked, feeling bad about the whole slamming door thing.

Buttercup didn't reply. Instead, she tightened her hands into fists and glared at something in her hand. Bubbles hadn't noticed it earlier.

"BC?" she asked carefully.

Her other sisters and the Professor had gathered round, all looking confused.

"We don't know what happened," Blossom whispered to Bubbles. "She got some mail, and when she checked her phone, she...just ended up like this."

The others nodded in agreement.

Bubbles just noticed that what Buttercup was glaring at in her hand was her phone.

Buttercup spun around then, startling her sisters and the Professor. "What made me like this?" she hissed. "THIS!" She thrust the phone into their faces, causing them to gasp.


ME: A cliff-hanger! What's going to happen, hmm?

BRICK: ...Welcome back...

ME: Wow...no sarcasm or anything?

BRICK: ...Not today. Even I'm curious to know what happened. So...R&R please.

ME: Wow...