Heyyo!

You guys are soo sweet. The fact that you're still hanging on.

No, really! I can't get enough of your support.

I love it!

So...

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(sorry for mistakes)

"This isn't funny!" Boomer slams his fist on guest bedroom door, "Open up right now!"

"Not until you tell me why I'm here!" Bubbles was standing on the bed, a far distance from the chair she propped up against the doorknob. She wasn't sure how much destructive he could get, she wanted to be safe. Boomer sighs, a growl also escaping. He leans against the door, his forehead presses against it.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," his voice holds back too much anger.

"I'll believe that when I see it." Bubbles retorts, now sitting on the bed. For the Boys, powers are against the rules as long as the girls are present, but this was needed. Boomer uses his x-ray vision to locate what's blocking the door, he can also see that Bubbles is resting on the bed, watching the door. The Rowdyruff quickly goes into his kitchen, retrieving a ruler. He then goes back to the guest bedroom and kneels down, he slides the tool under the door.

Bubbles notices and heads straight towards it. Boomer pushes the ruler to one of the stool pegs, knocking it to the ground. He opens the door, practically engulfing himself in her personal space, "Want to explain?" he keeps walking until Bubbles gains the courage to stop.

"Tell me who you are and why I'm here."

He holds his stance. Just staring at her. Bubbles can see she had broken him. He just held so much tenseness, as though he would crack. Yet he tries to be nice, or as nice as he can be. The two stand there, still breathing hard. Boomer swallows, gripping the door handle, "You want to know? Fine." he nods towards the hall. Bubbles refuses to go. "What?" he asks at her stillness. She folds her arms, lightly pushing pass him. Leaving with an attitude that surely leaves an impression.

Boomer sighs, closing the door behind him. He turns only to be stopped by Bubbles. He looks down into her eyes, "You do know that the living room is a few feet that way." he points behind her. She rolls her light blue orbs.

"I know you," she concentrates on his facial features. Over thinking it.

"No, you don't know me at all." he teases sarcastically. She furrows her brows, her eyes narrow. She lifts her fingers up to the blonde bangs framing his face. Lightly, she brushes them away. Boomer looks anywhere but on her. He feels awkward and has no idea how to prevent her from knowing.

Everything was starting to unwrap. Boomer keeps quiet. Bubbles's tired eyes narrow. She breathes in lightly, trying to hold down the sound of her stomach growling, "Don't make me guess." she orders. Boomer looks at her, contemplating on whether to respond or ignore. Bubbles's pale face grew slightly pink at the demand she gave. It was quiet, just breathing and the clock ticking, "Tell me," she draws herself closer, her voice calm, "I'm sure we can work out a conclus-"

"Boomer." he spits, stepping back. Bubbles lets the name bounce around in her head, grabbing things and sticking them together. The blue eyes, blond hair, shy face...

"You know what," Bubbles snaps out of it, "I have to go," not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. She immediately leaves the hall. Time seemed to jump forward after Boomer scoffed. He hears an ear torturing scream cut through the silence. He swallows, licking his lips. He turns the terrifying corner to see Bubbles lying back on his floor, clutching her stomach. She gasps for air, and scratches the floor. He rolls his eyes, going over to her.

Kneeling down, he pulls her up to rest on his leg. He slams the door shut. She looked pale, color drained from her face. Her immediate reaction was to clutch to his shirt. She didn't want to, but tears start to come. She holds them back, swallowing the lump in her throat. His fingers lightly run through her hair, while she tries to support herself. He pushes her down, letting her rest.

Neither could tell how long they sat there. Bubbles, although content, began to departure from Boomer. He stands up, leaving her on the floor, just part of his typical not-caring attitude. "We have talking to do." he leaves the scene.

Bubbles grips her knees, as her chin rests on them. She stares off into the distance, a blank wall has more interest than what was on the tv. Boomer comes over to the couch, he sets his hands on his waist. "You can't sit there forever." Bubbles looks up at him, smirking.

"Can't I? I already am." Boomer tried not to laugh.

"Get up." Bubbles lets her feet meet the wood floor, she only slides over for him to share the couch. He has his blue shirt with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, the only cute thing about it was, the whole thing was inside out.

Boomer heard a small giggle beside him, he turned suspiciously, "What?"

"Nothing," she leans in, reaching behind him, yanking on the tag. He reaches behind as well, fumbling with it. He looks down, discovering the news. He annoyingly pulls the sleeves over his arms, getting unneeded help from Bubbles, she lifts the entire shirt up. His stomach is flat and smooth. Surely that's just a cover-up, from what he could do in the past, his abs are there somewhere. Feeling exposed, Boomer tosses his shirt to her.

"Just keep it for the night." he heads into the hall, scratching his head. Bubbles wanted to laugh, she needed something to lighten the mood, something to get her mind off of her new home for a while. Her sisters kept flashing through her mind. This kind of behavior was expected from Buttercup, staying out for a long time, but not from her. Even Blossom has had her share of late night outings, but its been a day and no one has tried to contact her. Bubbles ponders over how her sisters are getting around, their pain has to be nearly the same as hers.

Boomer shows with, actually a pair of women's shorts. Bubbles expression's were a shock to him. "Long story."

"I'm gonna ask anyway. Why do you have th-"

"Long story." he finishes, getting irritated.

"I'm not wearing some woman's shorts." she states. He tosses them to her anyway.

"You already took my shirt." He finds his place on the sofa. His nose wrinkled, scrunching up his little brown freckles. He had replaced his bare skin with another t-shirt, much to both of their disappointments. Bubbles changes into the night clothes respectively, stepping out of the guest bedroom, she was surprised that he was standing there already.

"Hello?" she looks innocent, admiring him with her blue eyes, only to be cut off by his own. "Can I help you?" she tries to banter. He rests his arm on the door frame, tempting her patients.

"Bedtime. One hour." his voice was stern, almost shocking Bubbles. She lightly pushes past him,

"I think I'm old enough to go to bed on my-" he grabs her arm.

"One. Hour." he towers over her. She knows she hasn't seen him in over seven years, but now would not be the time to test his "self-control." He releases his grip,

"Fine." a whisper comes out of her mouth. He nods, sealing the deal. Bubbles sighs, staring at the wood clock on the wall in front of her. 6:47, it reads. She leads herself back into the living room, a place she'll have to get comfortable with for a while. Boomer keeps himself busy by preparing to do the dishes. Time to break the ice. "I can do that if you want." Bubbles's voice is still so smooth and soft, it's almost impossible to say no. Almost.

"No." he responds, setting a few plates in the soapy water. She approaches behind him, her eyes taking notes of all the broken glasses and bent spoons. She's not dealing with Boomer Jojo, she's dealing with a beast. She takes in her inner girl power and grabs a dishcloth.

"It's not just your house anymore." she remarks, snatching a butter knife to wipe. He snatches it back.

"It's actually a townhouse, and it's not getting shared." soap flies to the edges of the sink. Bubbles picks at her lower lip with her teeth, she grabs the last dish before him, "I don't need your help around here, ya know?" He points out while grabbing the drain plug.

"Can't hurt." she retorts, barely crossing the line. She feels that with Boomer she can try out a sassy side to her personality. He knows its fake, that's what's unbelievable. "I'm sure with a little training, you'll stop breaking dishes." She holds up a glass bowl cascaded with cracks, it could break at any moment.

"Hey, I didn't break them!" he hesitates, "Well I did, b-but not because of my anger." he defends. "God, I knew this was going to be a helluva week." denoting the fact it's only been a day. He's getting worked-up now. Bubbles catches herself on her next comment.

"Knew?" she asks, her expressions still.

"I- I mean when I decided to let you stay here." he doesn't even breath before reacting again, "Just stay out of my way. I have to leave." he grabs his leather jacket from the back of the kitchen chair. She doesn't even have to ask, "I'll be back later." he finds his converse, slipping them on. Bubbles stands there, her arms crossed, gripping her elbows. He stops.

"Bye." she whispers, almost possessed.

He opens the door, slamming it tightly.

She grunts, turning towards the kitchen. Feeling pent-up anger, she takes the bowl that has a million cracks and smashes it on the counter. Glass splitting the atmosphere. Lifting her hand, she finds a few small cuts. Nothing to worry about. No problem. She's not the same girl she used to be.

What the fuck Bubbles? Why?

Kidding, I know why. :)

So yeah, I figured I'd prove that Bubbles isn't that sweet little girl she used to be, she's definitely grown up. But don't worry, there's still plenty of sweetness that you'll get from her. It's in her nature.

Boomer is difficult to work with. Jackass.

Their chemistry is difficult in general. Like Boomer wants to kill her, yet he wants to show he cares. Bubbles can't stand him, yet she's Bubbles. So yeah...

Sorry the chapter is so short. But you guys wanted something, so here you go! Be better next time:)

See you in another dimension.

ToOdLeS!