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I can't believe I ever liked that stupid JERK!!! Bubbles thought as she sat in bed quietly. She had used the key under the doormat to get in, and had run straight to her room. She was busy crying all over her pillow when she heard a knock at the door.
"Bubbles? Are you okay? It's me, Professor." She heard through the door.
"Professor, I just want to be alone right now, okay?" Bubbles said. She heard the Professor walk away, and dried her tears. She decided to take the rest of the day off, and grabbed her headphones to listen to some music. A song she really liked came on, called "Love You, Hate You" by Pixi Dust. As she listened to it, she thought of Boomer.
Trip me as I'm walkin' past
Shoot spitballs at me during class
Tease me 'til I start a fight
But I still think of you every night
Check my drawings and criticize
But I still drown in your eyes
I think about you non-stop
Even if you say my acting's flop
Oh, I'm wonderin' baby
Why do you do this to me
Oh, I need to know baby
Do you really feel things I feel
Or will my dream never be real
(Chorus)
Do I need mental therapy
Or do you really think of me(oh)
Boy, I wish that you'd get caught
But then again, I really think your hot
Oh boy, it's true
I don't know whether I love or hate you
(End chorus)
Actin' like I don't exist
Boy that really makes me P***ed
Talkin' 'bout me behind my back
It's enough to make me crack
Oh, I heard you say I'm cute
I nearly spit out my "Juicy Fruit"
"Will you ask her?" Your friends say
You said maybe, oh someday
(Chorus 2x)
Bubbles put that song on loop, and after a while, she heard a knock on her window. She looked up and saw Boomer's serious face. She took off her headphones and went to open the window.
"What do YOU want?" She asked, blatantly astonished he was the visitor.
"Well, I kinda wanted to know how you were doing." Boomer said. He flew into her room, and sat on her big blue beanbag chair. "I told you that Jake the Jerk was a heart-breaker."
"My heart is fine, thank you. And why aren't you at school?" Bubbles said prissily. She didn't want Boomer to think she LIKED him.
"Well, since you asked SO nicely," Boomer said sarcastically, "I kind of beat up the guy after you left, and I decided to take the day off, and pretend like I was sick today when Kean asks me where I went tomorrow. She'll say she could have sworn I was there, but I'll give her a fake sick note tomorrow for good measure. It'll work. Trust me." He gave Bubbles a sly smile and leaned back further in the chair.
Whoa, look at all her drawings on the wall! They're AWESOME! Boomer was checking out her room and couldn't help but notice the cool drawings of monsters and people he had never seen.
"Like 'em?" Bubbles was asking. She has obviously noticed his eyes were on the drawings.
"Yeah, they're cool. Hey, I was wondering, why'd you dress up and all today?" If it was for Jerk, I'll kill him! Boomer thought to himself.
"I don't know, I wanted a change." Bubbles lied. She played with her hair, which Boomer had noticed was what she did every time she lied.
"Liar." Boomer said, with a smirk on his face.
"Huh? How'd you–"
"You always play with your hair when you lie, like when you say you left your homework at home, so you'd get another night to do it. Or when you fake-laugh at Jake the Jerk's dumb jokes. I've noticed." Boomer interrupted her, and she stared.
"You're right, no one ever noticed." She said with a sad smile. "Not even Jake noticed."
"I've noticed other stuff, too," Boomer heard himself saying. "Like how you write with your left hand, and draw with your right hand."
"It's a kind of luck thing." Bubbles said.
"And how you, like, never wear anything purple." Boomer said.
"It's the color of royalty, and I don't EVER want to be anything close to that snob, Princess Morebucks." Bubbles said.
Boomer flew straight towards her, and stopped right in front of her. Bubbles felt her heartbeat quicken.
"And how your eyes have the most beautiful dark blue flecks in them." He whispered.
"No one ever noticed..." Bubbles felt like her heart was going to burst. Is he going to Kiss me????
Boomer stopped. He couldn't kiss HER! She'd kill him! Even if he was starting to realize he didn't quite hate her. He looked around for something to focus his attention on. The CD Player! He heard the music, and said "Hey, isn't that Pixi Dust?" He grabbed the cd player off the bed. "Oh, this is 'Love You, Hate You'! This song Rules!"
"I know, I had it on loop! I love it!" Bubbles said. She was almost sorry he didn't kiss her.
"Do you have their first album? It Rocks!" Boomer said excitedly.
"Yeah, I had it. But Buttercup has it. She won't give it back! When I asked her why not, she said something about one of the songs reminding her of Butch. No offense, but their relationship is causing WAY big probs with the family. Blossom and her fight CONSTANTLY about it! It drives me NUTS!" Bubbles exclaimed.
"Oh, God, I know! It's the same with Butch and Brick. Always fighting and carrying on! I practically have to stop whatever I'm doing to play peace maker." Boomer said
"I know, and they go at it, like, every morning. It's the first thing I hear when I wake up!" Bubbles said.
"And every afternoon, as soon as I start homework! I hear yelling, and punching, IT'S BARBARIC!" Boomer exclaimed.
"It's just..." Bubbles said.
"They're just..." Boomer said.
"Crazy." They both said at the same time. They giggled when they realized what had happened.
"Hey, I do believe we just actually had a civilized conversation." Boomer said with a grin.
"Yup." Bubbles blushed a little.
They looked at each other for a minute or so, and then Boomer said he'd better go. As he was climbing out the window, Bubbles said "Hey Boomer, you wanna know what I've noticed?"
Boomer stopped and turned.
"I've noticed that you always keep Butch's secrets, because Brick would tell the world. I've noticed that you always wear SOMETHING white with your blue. And I've noticed something else, too." She walked up to him, slowly. "I noticed you blush when you get a kiss on the cheek. Princess gave you one this morning and you blushed like crazy and said 'yuck' and pushed her away." Bubbles leaned in, gave him a peck on the cheek, and flew straight out her room's door.
Boomer looked at the door she'd just flew out of. He couldn't think with all the feelings stirring inside him. He flew out the window in a daze. She... Just...Kissed Me. Was all he could think. That kiss was like a button she'd pressed, which released all the feelings in his soul through his body. Anger at Jason, Fear she would hate him, Happiness that she'd kissed him, and he didn't know what else. Tomorrow, she'll probably say that the kiss was an accident, or something, and I'll be out of the picture. But at least I'll always remember this. Boomer began to cry, because he thought Bubbles would never love him the way he loved her.
Bubbles slowly came back to her room. She opened the door, and saw he was gone. That kiss, a tiny peck on the cheek, had caused her body to weaken, and her heart to grow so strong it could take on a pro boxer. She sat on the beanbag chair, with the cd. She kept listening to that song, and reminding herself again of that kiss. She was so afraid that he had run away in disgust, that she couldn't bear it! She knew nothing could make the feelings she felt go away, so she just wanted to savor that moment. Again and again before the next day. Tomorrow, when he'll say 'Stay Away from me, Ditzoid.' Bubbles thought. She began to cry, because she thought the feeling she felt was unrequited.
