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Boomer

At the end of the day

I can't shake the feeling that there's a possibility that I know Bubbles from somewhere else. I feel like she's either from our old rivals, or she might even be River.

I see the glasses-wearing, green-eyed blonde at her locker and she takes out her bright blue helmet. The little raindrop decal glimmers in the light from a nearby window for a second.

"Hey." I say, walking up to her. She turns to me and smiles. I can swear I see a bit of blue at the edge of her irises. I lean closer to her. "Are you wearing contacts?" I whisper.

Her eyes widen a bit. She looks at her helmet. "Not so loud." she mumbles.

Bubbles

Shit, he's gonna blow my cover. "Let's talk somewhere else." I say. I grab the rest of my stuff and he follows me outside and behind a tree.

"So . . . you are then." he says, blinking.

I smile slightly and take off my glasses and the irritating contacts. His own eyes widen at seeing my blue ones. "You're from the PowerPuff Girls."

"That was the first thing you noticed?" I ask, now thinking he has the right to know about me. He raises an eyebrow. Then I use my hands to pull my hair up into two twin tails.

"River." he breathes.

"M-hmm." I say, letting my hair back down again. "We're planning on telling people at some point in the future."

Boomer suddenly turns bright red.

Boomer

I feel my face heat up at the memory of when we were younger and still rivals:

"Yay!" the twelve-year-old blonde girl squeals. Her sisters call her "Bub", but I don't know her real name. She expertly plays a fast, upbeat tempo (think of a nightcore pop song). "This is fun!" she says.

"Isn't that why you play the keyboard?" I ask, sitting down next to her.

"Yeah." she replies. She seems to remember who was talking to her and turns her head. "Hi."

"Hi? You've done this twice already." I groan.

"Sorry. I get wrapped up in playing sometimes." Bub says.

"I've noticed." I respond, laughing a bit.

"Why are you nice to me?" Bub asks, listing her head to the left. "I thought you guys hated me and my sisters.

"I know that." I reply. "It's just that you refuse to hate anyone. It's interesting."

"In a good way?" she asks, absentmindedly playing a tune.

"Very good." I chuckle.

"Well, I think you're interesting in a good way too." Bub says. I notice that she scoots over closer to me a little bit. Whether it's so she's closer to me, or so she can play a lower section of the piano, I don't know.

Next thing I do know, her head is on my shoulder. I look over at her, and without thinking, I give her a quick peck on the cheek. She shoots up immediately and almost falls off of the piano bench we're sitting on.

"I – uh – I – I – I have to go – see ya!" She calls out quickly. She grabs her sheet music and rushes out of the room.

Shoot. I think to myself.

I come out of my flashback and Bubbles lists her head to the side, just like she had a few years ago. "Are you okay?" she asks.

"Uh . . . Yeah." I say.

She smiles. "Oh. You remembered when we were twelve and you kissed me, didn't you?" she asks, as if reading my thoughts. I feel too nervous to say anything, so I simply nod.

Bubbles

Boomer nods nervously.

I giggle. "I still remember that day." Boomer looks down at the ground and turns a shade of red that I don't even think has been discovered yet. "Wanna know why I ran out?" I ask, already knowing the answer. He nods his head. "I ran out 'cause I got nervous . . . 'cause I like you." I mumble the last part.

Boomer looks at me and pulls me into a hug, making me drop my helmet. After a few minutes, I pull back and kiss him. I pull back a centimeter and rest my forehead against his.

"I thought I owed you one." I murmur. Boomer laughs and kisses me back.