CHAPTER 29: WISH COME TRUE

ME: First off... Happy New Year, everybody! *blows kazoo* Hope y'all have a good one! Sorry I couldn't update on the first day of 2013, but I guess this can still count too as the first update of the new year...haha. *sweat-drop*

BRICK: Another year gone by, huh...

ME: Yeah; I'm sure gonna miss 2012. But 2013 is sure to be full of fun, and I hope those years were good to you! First review of the New Year goes to Lana/Laaiu (which was apparently from autocorrect...?)

BOOMER: *blows kazoo* So she doesn't own us but she does own other stuff!

Chapter 29: Wish Come True


Bubbles sighed, tapping her pencil on her notebook. Her chin rested on her hand, and she glanced at the clock. C'mon, she thought. Four more minutes and school's over.

Biting her lip, she focused her attention on the clock.

"I said, BUBBLES!"

Bubbles snapped out of her thoughts, surprised by the sudden loud noise. "Y-Yes?" she stammered.

Mr. Evans frowned. "Were you not listening to what I had to say?"

"S-Sorry, Mr. Evans. What is it?"

Mr. E sighed. "As I was asking, are you aware of how many years it usually took before a squire became a knight? Seeing as you were staring into space, I figured you expected your knight in shining armour to come and whisk you away."

Boomer frowned, letting out a small sigh. Michelle and her friends smirked.

Bubbles blushed, opening her mouth and trying to think of what to say. When...:

RIING!

Saved by the bell!

"Sorry, Mr. E!" Bubbles cried, grabbing her bag and quickly making her way out.

Boomer followed, two streaks pretty much right beside each other, seeing as they had painting together.

Bubbles glanced back at him, suddenly feeling shy. "Um...you know the painting's scheduled at 3:30, right...? I-I can make it to your house on my own..." She trailed off, biting her lip.

He chuckled. "There's no need to be so nervous around me, Bubbles. And I know you'll be okay getting to my place, but I guess I just really look forward to it. You know I enjoy your company, right?"

"R-Really?" Bubbles couldn't help but smile, turning around to fully face him.

Boomer nodded, smiling back. "Really." He chuckled again. "I thought you already knew that; I figured it was pretty obvious."

Bubbles blushed, looking away as she tried to hide her pink cheeks. But she wasn't looking where she was going...

"Bubbles!" called Boomer, eyes going somewhat wider. "Watch out!"

Bubbles' eyes grew wider with surprise as she focused on what was behind her. It was a wall! Unable to dodge in time, she crashed into it. But luckily she managed to put some superpower into bouncing right off.

Although...that caused another problem...:

She was now flying directly toward Boomer!

Boomer glanced around, muttering a curse under his breath when he noticed he was trapped between walls. He didn't have anywhere to dodge, and Bubbles was getting to close for that anyway.

Letting out a small cry, her eyes wide, she winced, bracing herself for impact. "Sorry!" she cried.

A crowd gathered nearby, eyes wide as they came to see what the racket was about.

Boomer shook his head, holding out his hands. He tried stopping her with his hands, but they both crashed into the wall behind Boomer and fell to the floor.

Bubbles landed on top of Boomer, eyes wide when she felt herself fall against his body. The impact wasn't bad, seeing as she had him as a cushion.

For Boomer though, the impact was harsher. He could feel the ground and wall scrape at his back and head. He gritted his teeth from the force and pain, managing to catch Bubbles, albeit somewhat clumsily.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow-mo.

But soon the only thing Bubbles was aware of was when her lips brushed lightly against Boomer's own.

...Her lips brushed against Boomer's own!

Shocked, she lay on top of him, frozen as the crowd took pictures and videos. Her heart was hammering in her chest.

Boomer's own eyes were semi-wide, looking somewhat surprised.

Both cheeks turned pink.

Bubbles quickly got up, the back of her hand against her mouth, and her cheeks red. She mumbled an apology before scrambling up and rushing off.

Boomer sat up then, calling, "Bubbles; wait!" He reached out, but winced at the slight pain in his shoulder.

But Bubbles didn't wait. She couldn't. She was so embarrassed! She didn't know how she could face him now.

Boomer's gaze lowered worriedly as he sighed, shoving his hand up his blond hair. He let out a groan.

Michelle rushed over to him, eyes wide as she kneeled down. "Are you okay, Boomie!?"

"I'm fine!" he snapped slightly, lightly pushing her aside. Then he noticed the surprised stares. He was silent for a few moments as he lowered his gaze. "...Look, I just need some time alone, 'kay...?"

"...'Kay." Michelle sighed, also looking down.

Boomer quickly stood up, brushing himself off before stalking off. He rubbed his sore shoulder. "I should go look for Bubbles."

Michelle's gaze darkened as she frowned. "Girls!" she called, snapping her fingers.

They appeared beside her, all looking concerned. "Are you okay, Michelle? What should we do?"

"...We're finding Bubbles," Michelle announced as she stood up, "we'll save Boomer some trouble that way. I have an idea where that girl is." Her gaze grew even more shadowed and unreadable.

The girls exchanged confused glances.

Kelly sucked in a deep breath, bravely stepping forward and asking, "But Michelle, why are we—...?" She trailed off when Michelle held up her hand, ad she stared at the brown-haired girl, looking surprised.

"...I have a plan," Michelle responded coolly.


Bubbles rushed to one of the girls' washrooms, one hand over her mouth as her thoughts raced. Her eyes were wide.

She flew through the door, passing some surprised and unsuspecting girls, skidding to a stop only in front of the sinks. She stared at her reflection, noticing her messy look. But now her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining, while her hair looked healthier. She looked more lively now, and less like a sleep-deprived ghost.

Sighing, Bubbles turned the tap on and splashed cold water over her face. She heard voices, but didn't bother to hear what they were saying. Besides, she couldn't hear them over the tap anyway.

Letting out another sigh, Bubbles stared at her reflection for a little longer before heading inside an empty stall.

After she was done, she headed out. She walked up to the sink and turned the tap on again before washing her hands.

Biting her lip and swallowing, she peered again at her reflection. Then she sighed and felt one of her pockets for her phone.

Feeling nothing, she glanced down and realized her phone was probably still inside the stall.

Frowning, Bubbles made her way back into stall. Just then, she heard a click!

Surprised, she spun around and tried to open the stall door, the lock rattling. She glanced around, peering at the box with the tissue. She'd left her phone on top of it. Maybe she could call for help.

One problem...:

...There was no phone.

Bubbles sighed and glanced back at the lock and bit her lip. How do I get myself into these messes...?

She continued to try and open the door, hoping to get out if she could get the lock loose enough. Suddenly, she remembered that she'd deactivated her phone's code earlier. That way, she could use it more freely during class without having to type anything in.

Bubbles chewed on her lip, almost sure it would start bleeding. Sure, she could bust down the door, but it was school property. And Bubbles figured Blossom would have her head for damaging school property.

Then she swiftly bent down, studying the floor beneath. She frowned again. The floor was wet and she couldn't slip through underneath. She figured someone had done that; she had heard some splashes...

Bubbles glanced upwards. There was an opening at the top, but it looked like a tight fit.

She took a deep breath and prayed she could get through. Bubbles floated upwards before positioning herself and trying to slip through, but just as she predicted, it was a tight squeeze.

Halfway through, she noticed a group of girls exiting the washroom. One of them had brown hair, and she briefly wondered if it was Michelle.

As if on cue, the girl then turned back and glanced around, before her gaze randomly drifted upwards. It WAS Michelle! She snickered slightly, turning to talk to her pals.

They followed her gazes and also snickered slightly and began to whisper, taking a picture with Bubbles' own phone.

Bubbles immediately felt her face flush and she squeezed back inside.

She sighed dejectedly and crouched, glancing at the tissue. She groaned. There was no tissue left to mop up the mess on the floor and let her slip through.

Bubbles buried her head in her arms before realizing something:

She had Blossom's phone; and her sister's password was deactivated as well!

Bubbles swiftly pulled it out, but then she hesitated. She wasn't sure if calling anyone was a good idea; school was already over, after all.

So she just sat there for a few moments, debating whether to call anyone or not and trying to come up with a plan.

After awhile, Blossom's phone started ringing.

Bubbles hesitated to answer, but she pulled it out anyway. Her face instantly brightened. The number was her mystery caller! There wasn't a name to identify him though.

She quickly answered.

"Hello?" a voice asked. "Bubbles...? You there...?"

"...Yup...!" Bubbles felt a surge of happiness rush through her, relief taking hold of her. "How did you figure out I have Blossom's phone?" she asked quickly, fidgeting.

"Thank God," he answered with a sigh of relief. "Anyway, in answer to your question...I talked to Blossom and found out that you had her phone. I had already tried calling your own phone about 4-5 times. The last time someone did answer; I'm guessing it was Michelle, considering the voice."

Bubbles bit her lip. "What'd she say...?"

"She said, and I repeat exactly, 'Hello, can I help you...? Bubbles is currently unavailable. Call me!'" Bubbles heard him gagging on the other end.

"...Oh, right; your one of Michelle's boy targets."

He huffed on the other line. "I'd prefer it if I wasn't." An impatient cough and an "Ah-hem!" sounded behind him. She heard him say in a muffled voice that sounded sort of distant, "Okay, okay! I know; I'll get to it in a second! Can't you be a bit more patient...?"

Bubbles frowned, wondering if she was disturbing him from some important task.

"Anyway," the caller huffed as his voice became clearer and he started talking to Bubbles again, "as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted"—there was a pause and Bubbles figured he was glaring at the interrupter—"where are you, exactly...?"

Bubbles bit her lip as she told him her current location and situation, slightly hesitantly in worry of being a bother. "...Am I interrupting something important...?" she added at the end. "If I am, I'm sorry for bothering you..."

"Nonsense!" he responded, laughing it off. "Look; I'm gonna tell the others; they're all really worried."

Bubbles nodded. "Th-Thank you," she mumbled.

"Aww, no problemo! I'm just glad to be of help." He laughed.

Bubbles couldn't help but smile, switching the phone to her other ear. "Then...I'll hear from you later...?"

"Definitely," he promised. "I mean, why wouldn't you?"

She giggled. "I don't know," she admitted.

He laughed slightly too.

Then they hung up.

Bubbles waited for a few minutes, playing with Blossom's phone. She continued to crouch in the corner, beside the stall door and tissue box, not getting up even after her legs started to ache.

Suddenly, she heard voices. "Bubbles...? You here...?"

Bubbles leaps up. "Blossom?" she called, tapping lightly against the door. "I'm here."

"Don't worry; I see your shoes. We'll get you out of there in a jiffy."

...We...? Did Blossom say "we"? "Um...Blossom...?" Bubbles called softly.

"Yeah...?" Bubbles saw her sister get up from examining the floor.

"Who else is with you...?"

"Well—"

"Why me, of course." The voice was joking and Bubbles recognized it instantly.

"Boomer!?" she cried, her cheeks pink as she remembered the "trip and kiss slightly" incident... And the fact he was in the GIRLS' WASHROOM!

"In the flesh, yo~" he sang.

Bubbles flushed even more.

She heard a smack, and she guessed Blossom had hit him. "Oh quit your rapping and wipe that floor, will you? I'm gonna grab a hair clip."

Boomer huffed and walked off. He soon returned, his blue sneakers squeaking against the ground. He kneeled and began to wipe the floor.

Blossom reappeared as well, also kneeling and helping Boomer out. Then she lay down somewhat, getting ready to slip through the opening, saying, "It's actually good there was water on the floor. I guess you can say the Floor's cleaner now."

"Yeah," Boomer agreed as he sat down, holding up some paper towels that were black with dirt, "and I'm glad. This floor's dirty, despite the fact the janitor's cleans it up quite a lot."

Blossom nodded, smiling and waving when she noticed Bubbles. Then she slipped through and got up. "You should go out," she said, taking the hair clip and trying to unlock the jammed lock.

It was one of those where you slide a bolt into a hole. She frowned, her tongue sticking out slightly as she continued to pick at it. She glanced back at Bubbles. "Go!" she urged, nodding her head toward the floor.

Bubbles flushed, nodding. "O-Oh. Right; sorry," she mumbled, flustered. She quickly crouched and crawled out, landing in Boomer's arms.

She looked up. He offered a smile. She blushed and looked away, quickly getting ready to move back.

They soon heard a click and Blossom appeared, smiling. "Nothing I can't handle," she declared, holding up her hair clip in triumph.

The two blues stared at her.

Blossom raised an eyebrow when she saw their positions. She snickered slightly, pointing her hair clip at them. "Hey, that's adorable. Especially after what happened...y'know."

Bubbles blushed even more and immediately crawled back, getting up.

Boomer frowned, but remained seated on the floor. "Take a seat," he offered, patting the floor. "It's quite comfy, actually."

The two girls exchanged looks before Blossom shrugged and sat down. Bubbles somewhat reluctantly did the same.

They began talking.

"Why are you in the girls' washroom?" Bubbles asked, sounding slightly teasing.

Boomer rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "I came in because you needed help and despite the embarrassment again, school's over so no one's here." He chuckled. "I've been here before, and again...it really isn't all that different from the boys' washroom*."

Then they all laughed.

When it died down, Bubbles smiled at him, trying to suppress the memories of Michelle kissing him... "Thanks," she said, meaning it. She turned to her sister. "You too, Blossom."

Boomer nodded in reply. "I'm gonna call everyone," he announced, "'cause they couldn't make it, but were all worried, for sure."

Blossom nodded. "That's a good idea," she said thankfully. She then turned to Bubbles, pulling out a rectangular blue shape. "Guess what this is," she smirked.

Bubbles blinked. "...My phone!" she cried, beaming. "Thanks a bunch, Blossom! But Michelle... How...?" She trailed off, staring at her sister.

She just smiled, giggling somewhat. "We got it back."

Bubbles smiled as well.

They quickly traded phones, both exclaiming with delight at the fact they had their phones back.

Bubbles was so thankful, she hugged both of them, completely forgetting about the whole incident with Boomer.

She didn't notice Boomer's blush, but Blossom did. The pink Puff raised an eyebrow, the two exchanging looks; but Bubbles didn't notice a thing. She was too busy squeezing the air out of them and saying gratefully, "Oh thank you thank you thank you!"

"...Can't breathe...need air," Blossom choked, almost jokingly.

"Losing...air supply..." Boomer added teasingly, smiling slightly, the blush still on his cheeks.

"O-Oh! I am so sorry!" Bubbles cried, quickly letting the two go. "I am so so SO sorry!"

They collapsed, gasping for air. Then they turned and smiled at Bubbles.

"It's fine; all's well," Boomer chuckled.

Blossom nodded.

Bubbles, who'd been flushed from embarrassment, managed a smile.

Then Boomer got up, offering Bubbles his hand. He smiled. "C'mon; we have painting to get to. The Art Contest is in just a few days, after all."

Bubbles blinked, sudden realization hitting her. "O-Of course!" she agreed.

As the two left, Blossom waved bye and called half-jokingly, "Be careful getting to Boomer's place! Protect Bubbles, will you, Boomer?"

"We will!" the two promised. Boomer was grinning and rolling his eyes good-naturedly, while Bubbles giggled. They continued onwards, Bubbles' hand in his.

Blossom smiled from her place, where she was still in the washroom. She shook her head. "They sounded only half-serious. Well then again, so did I." She giggled. "But I believe Boomer will really protect her when the time is right."


"Hey, look Bubbles!" Boomer grinned, pointing upwards at the nighttime sky.

Bubbles followed his gaze, noticing a twinkling star in the sky. It was the only speck of light so far.

She'd been at his house for wire awhile, painting and just hanging out.

"It's the first star of the night," Boomer said. He turned to her, smiling. "Aren't you going to make a wish?"

Bubbles flushed. "O-Oh; yeah. But I already made a wish yesterday..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really...? But I'm sure another wish wouldn't hurt." He chuckled. "I know I'd like it if all the wishes I made would come true."

"Are you making a wish...?" she asked, looking up.

Boomer smiled again, his eyes shining in the nighttime light. "Maybe; but I can't tell you—otherwise it won't come true!"

"R-Right..." Bubbles turned to look at the star, then to her feet.

Boomer took her hand. With the other one, he lifted her chin. "Don't look down," he reminded quietly. He turned back to the star. "Better hurry or it'll be lost with all the other stars," he teased.

She nodded. "Oh...yeah." She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she chanted the nursery rhyme.

"Star light, star bright,

The first star I see tonight,

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Have the wish I wish tonight."

She paused, thinking for a moment.

Then...

I wish...I wish to have more happy days like this... And I hope my last wish also comes true...

When she was done, she glanced at Boomer, who was studying her with a smile on his face. "A-Aren't you going to make a wish now?" she asked.

He shrugged, his grin still there. "I don't think I need to now..." He turned to stare at the star, which was already lost with so many other stars. "My wish already came true." He turned, offering a smile.

Bubbled wanted to ask what his wish had been, but she wasn't sure if she should.

He shut his eyes. "I wished for something good to happen...and it did. The something I've waited for for awhile now finally happened."

Bubbles smiled. "Another wish can't hurt, right...?" she said, repeating his own little joke.

He opened one eye, grinning as he poked her. "I was trying to be sentimental!"

The two blues laughed.

Then Boomer paused, his eyes closing for a few moments as he murmured the nursery rhyme.

"Star light, star bright,

The first star I see tonight,

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Have the wish I wish tonight..."


*(A/N: References to chapter 9!)

ME: So yeah...the Art Contest is almost upon us! Hmm...

BOOMER: What's up?

ME: Well, the story is slowly nearing the end... And remember the previews of stories from Previews? I guess I'll be uploading another fic quite soon... But anyway, there's around four multi-chaptered stories that should be uploaded. There'll be info on my bio too!

BRICK: ...Four?

ME: *nods* Three are from last year so they already have lots of chapters and have OC's in them. I think they're pretty good; it was typed on my iPod, so there's plenty of content. But 'cause I don't have italics on my iPod, there's a lot of caps lock plus a lot of POV changing. I'll edit the italics thing when I can, but there's a lot of chapters, mind you. And another will be a fic YOU readers decide upon. There'll be a poll; most reviewers seemed to look forward to Call of the Wolves, but I figured I'd double-check. So go ahead and vote, and if you don't know about my fic ideas, read Previews! Also, express what you think in the reviews of Previews and/or HUOY! *takes deep breath*

BLOSSOM: So remember to vote and review!

BUTTERCUP: *smirks* If you don't, you'll be visited by the Boogieman during the night!