Me: Yall are gonna kill me when I say this story isn't gonna be much longer…

Disclaimer: NAH! It's gonna be another…23 Chapters till it's finished, or something along the lines of 23.

Boomer's POV

It started out like every other normal day. I woke up, got dressed, brushed my hair, ate breakfast and went out the door. After wandering around in the park for about 2 hours, Bubbles dragged me to go on a date, looking completely different. We went to a nightclub to dance and socialize. So tell me how I'm going to end up in a fight with some guy I didn't even know!

"Alright dude, I'm giving you one last chance to admit that Tennis is better than Badminton!" The guy screamed, not that he needed to. The whole place was quiet, and yes, that was what the fight was about. We were just quietly talking about Tennis and Badminton, I said "I think Badminton is better" and then, BAM! They guy's got me by the throat!

"Come on man, it was just a thought!" I told him. He grunted and put his finger in my face.

"Shut up Punk! All I want to hear come out of your mouth is screams of agony, or the fact that Tennis is way better than Badminton, which it is!" Okay, this was seriously starting to get ridiculous. I was about to go super freak on this guy…People were staring and whispering in each others ears. Singles were giggled, which was kinda pathetic cause I was there with my girlfriend! I could've creamed that guy right then and there, but I was going to save Bubbles the embarrassment because she was already bright red.

"Put me down, it was just an opinion!" I screamed. He looked at me funny, and I sighed. "You know, a opinion? Something's that's not a fact but your own point of view. Like how you like Tennis better and I like Badminton better." He nodded and put me down then rubbed the back of his head.

"Oops. Sorry dude." Then he stole a 20 from some guy and ran like out like nothing ever happened.

"Well…that happened." I mumbled and went outside with Bubbles. We learnt that the weird guy had got hit by a taxi that already had a dent in the front.

"I can't believe you!" Bubbles screamed once we got away from the club. "You shouldn't be starting fights like that!""Me?" I shrieked. "I was just shanked by a guy who was obsessed over Tennis! Cut me some damn slack!" I glared at her. "Where were you when I was ready to start dancing? I would've have been at the bar if you were actually spending time with me!" I could feel something smack my face…It was hard, but I knew it was Bubbles' hand. She was so angry it seemed stronger than it would when she was clam. "What the Hell?!?"

"Shut your mouth Boomer! You know I was looking for you and you said you'd be right there! Well I waited and I waited and then I go to check on you and guess what I see! My supposal sweet ol' boyfriend getting strangled by some guy! Can't you understand I don't want you to get hurt because of me?!?" She yelled and wiped her tears away. I felt bad for yelling at her. She didn't do anything but she did say it was my fault…I looked away and we walked in silence after that. The only other noise was cars driving by silently and crickets chirping.

"I'm sorry…" She sighed causing me to wrap an arm around her.

"Me too. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. But you can't just go around blaming people like that." I received a nasty glare at the last comment. But she spoke calmly.

"Okay, I'll try to remember your advice Boomy." I blushed at the pet name. She hadn't called me that in a while…Nice to know I'm still wanted by some people in this world.

'Proved Butch wrong. I AM loved!' I thought happily, and hugged Bubbles tightly.

"You smell…different. In a good way though." I told her, and she gave me an awkward smile.

"Um…thanks, I think." I laughed at her.

"Hey! I said 'in a good way!'" She punched me in the arm playfully, and I flicked her forehead. She yelped in surprise and tackled me to the ground. After tons of giggles and screaming, we finally got home and in the bed…Not together, if that's what your thinking! I'm not sick like that!

"Wonder what Butch did today." I said to Bubbles through the walls.

"I was wondering the same about Buttercup." She told me. "When I went to take of my jacket, the living room was filled with candy wrappers and soda cans. If a party went on here and we weren't invited…" I laughed.

"Nah. If the neighbors have to call the cops one more time, Butch is gonna go to prison forever. Buttercup is going to be in serious trouble and we'll be all alone." I heard Bubbles giggled and then the door open. All of a sudden, the hall light was flashing in my room. Bubbles walked over, and kissed my forehead.

"Night Boomy." She hugged me tightly. I tried to think of a cute nick name for her.

"Night…Bubble." She looked at me.

"Are you serious? 'Bubble' is the best you could come up with?!"

"Well it's shorter than Bubbles, isn't it?" My girlfriend pondered that question a bit and then smiled.

"Yeah, guess I never thought of that!" Then I was left in the darkness alone.

'I still can't help thinking of Butch and Buttercup…I think they went on a date, and I don't know what happened afterwards. Might as well go find out.' I hopped out of bed and rushed down the hallway, trying not to wake the other residents up. I knocked on room 113 and waited. There was a loud thump, and then footsteps.

"What?" Butch asked, his hair a mess as always.

"Can I come in?" He moved out the way allowing me to come into his messy apartment room. There was wrappers on the floor, the Basketball posters on the wall were beginning to fall off and several plates and other utensils were thrown around. The dirty clothes hamper was past full and other clothes were hanging off of things. I saw the only thing that was neat was Butch's nightstand, which had all of his very special items. I could name each and every one of them without looking. A picture of Buttercup in a bikini, some old chewing gum, picture of all three of us wailing on the Power Puff's as kids and a test he actually got and A on. That was before everything fell apart. I took one step and jammed my toe into a bowl.

"Ever think of cleaning your room?" I grumbled.

"Did you just come here to judge my apartment or do you actually have a reason to wake me up in the middle of the night?" He asked and stood in front of me.

"What did you do after you and Buttercup's date? I whanna know so bad." I fell down on his bed and awaited my answer. For some reason, Butch looked really nervous almost…guilty. Butch never felt guilty! Even if he was! "Well?"

"Nothing much. Just came in, watched some T.V. and then went to bed." He said.

"That explains the candy wrappers and soda cans in the living room." He cocked his head.

"Candy wrappers? Soda cans?" He either had no idea what I was talking about, or he was so stupid he just couldn't remember.

"You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

"No idea." I groaned and grabbed his arm. "What happened after your date? Something bad went down, didn't it? And Buttercup's friends had to come and kick your sorry a-"

"DUDE! Not in a million years!" I smirked.

"They did, didn't they?"

"Not as much as you think." I could tell something was obvousliy wrong, but I knew he wasn't going to tell me so I left it alone.

"Okay, that's cool. Getting beat up by chicks is your thing, and there's nothing wrong with that. I'll leave." I got up to go, and he looked at me funny.

"That's it? Your just gonna…go?" He asked and I nodded. There was a seven second akward pause and then he nodded back. "Okay, see ya tomorrow Boomer."

"He SO screwed up any respect that Buttercup had left for him…" I said after telling Bubbles the whole story.

"Yeah…" She replied. She was very tired.

"I'm gonna go to sleep now Bubbles." I lied in order to get her to lie down. I was actually going to go talk to Buttercup, then realizing I had no idea where she actually was, so I went to bed with the same question going through my head over and over…

What happened afterwards? What happened afterwards?

I knew guessing wasn't going to get me anywhere, so tomorrow after we get all signed up for school and junk, (we were allowed to drop out just in case anything weird happens\happened) I'll ask BC about it. Maybe then I can get a straight answer…Or a punch in the nose, either way I'm asking her tomorrow…