I might not be able to update as much, but I can tell you today's chapter will be longer than the normal. I normally write this fanfic at like 8, so that I can go to sleep, but I don't have anything else to do so I'm starting it super early today!

Anyway this chapter we check back in with the blues mostly. Seems they've been caught in the rain ooo

Fun fact: I made zodiacs for everyone (yay!)

Brick is a Scorpio, Blossom's a Virgo, Buttercup's an Aries, Butch a Leo, Bubbles is obviously a Pisces, and Boomer is Sagittarius.

All of the kids have normal limbs and fingers, and I don't own them. I'm not that cool.

Chapter 4: White Shirts and Rain Don't Mix

Boomer POV

The rain wasn't hard when he first felt it. It was a slight drizzle and nothing to worry about. None of the objects inside of the bags would get wet, even if it rained for hours. Boomer turned to look at Bubbles, her white blouse becoming somewhat doused in the water falling from the sky above them. He rested his chin on his hands and turned away, even if he was considered the dumb one of the group, he thought a lot. He thought about all the ways off the island, all the things they could do, no matter how silly. They mostly were all in that prefect though.

They could build a plane. Maybe find some chemical X on the island. Or a substitute for it, it exsisted, after all he was made in a toilet. OR their powers could just come back! That would be the best option. They could fly away and never see this stupid island again. Boomer already didn't like the place despite only being there for a few hours. It wasn't even noon yet and he was sick of it. A small noise disturbed his thoughts and he looked over.

Bubbles had rolled over and now her body faced him, a small smile was painted on her delicate face. Her cheek squished between the rest of her face and the damp sand beneath her. He could also see the rest that was on the rest of her, all over the rest of her face and in her hair. But she still looked amazing. Her plump lips were slightly apart and the color peachy pink. Her nose wrinkled as sand fell onto it. Boomer didn't turn away from her though, he didn't look away, instead he smiled. It was small but still a smile.

But then the slight drizzle turned into a heavyweight raindrop showdown. It was beginning to pick up, getting stronger. His first thought was his guitar, his baby. His beautiful acoustic baby, one of his many that his fathers had given him for his birthday. Even since they had decided to raise the boys together they had been giving Boomer guitars and other instruments. His collection consisted of 3 electric, 2 bases, 2 acoustic, and a few random others like that, including a banjo and a ukulele. He rushed to grab his case and Buttercups bag, the blankets were just as important. No one would want to sleep with a soggy pillow or blanket. He ran to the edge of the foliage and set it down, setting his hand out to test if the rain was able to reach them. It wasn't raining underneath, and he ran back to grab the rest.

Soon Boomer, after only falling once, had grabbed all the bags, sighing in relief. He counted the bags again with the fingers on his hand. Guitar, Bricks, Blossom, Butch, Buttercup, Buttercup again, My bag, Art portfolio, Bubbles... Bubbles. As if a lightbulb had light up he remembered what he forgot. His head shot up as he stared back out on the shore. Bubbles was still sleeping and the rain had picked up from a heavy sprinkle to a heavy downpour. "SHIT" Boomer was frantic, at the fact that she hadn't woken up, and that he had forgotten her. In the rain no less.

He raced back to her, the rain pounding on him now. The hoodie he wore was now drenched and so was he. His hair was short now and had it been longer, there would be a chance the bangs he once had would have stuck, covered his eyes. For once Boomer was thankful it was gone. The process of cutting it off was a tough one. He loved his hair but it was getting annoying. Not even a headband would keep it out of his eyes, so he chopped it off.

Bubbles looked absolutely soaked and so was her, white blouse.

White, now see through, blouse. Boomer could have died right there, his heart beating out of his chest rampant with attraction for her.

Her pasty blue bra showed through as the rest of the fabric clung to her skin. The lace details poked through the fabric as well, giving him a very good impression on the size of her bra, as well as the lettering on it. Her hair was spilling around her face, sticking to it, just like a Jackson pollock painting. On thing he very much noticed however, is that Bubbles was not a B, or a C for that matter. It was very clear, from both the lettering on the strap and the view he saw now, she was definitely a D. Suddenly there was a constriction in his throat as he chocked on his spit. He pounded on his chest just like the rain pounding on the both of them, the vibrations ringing throughout it. Though this revolution of Bubbles was amazing to Boomer, he didn't need her getting hypothermia and dying.

Boomer, now flushed in the face, gently tapped Bubbles. She didn't even move her noses in the slightest. So her nudged her. Still no reaction. He'd have to try harder, if the rain hadn't woken her, a little nudge definitely wouldn't. Boomer this time grabbed her shoulders and shook her as hard as he could, but the girl kept sleeping like a rock who had sunk underwater. She wasn't getting up anytime soon, he checked her pulse just to make sure she hadn't died because it seemed like a possibility as the moment. It was going strong, which was a very good thing. He then made an executive decision. Bubbles wasn't getting up or moving on her own. He'd carry have to her back. It was the only option.

But Bubbles was heavier than she looked. The 5'2" girl was not a stick figure not to say she was fat though. Weighing in at 150 pounds she wasn't going to be easy to lift for a skinny boy like Boomer. On any other day she weighed the same as a feather to him , but now he didn't have his super strength he wasn't sure he could still lift her. Shedding his hoodie he covered her wet see through shirt, he had to pour all his attention into lifting her. He rolled his sleeves up, his button up was soaked and it would most likely get in the way.

Boomer place his hand under her thighs and upper back, by her shoulder blades. Bridal style seemed to be the perfect way to carry her unconscious body. He pulled up, his muscles straining under the weight as he struggled to pull her more than a foot off the ground. Boomer placed her down with a thud and fell back, landing on his butt. His wiped the rain from his brow and tried again. Pulling up again, he didn't even get even 5 inches off the ground before dropping her down again.

He had to switch tactics or they'd never get out of this downpour. He thought for a moment, all the possiblites racing through his mind. There were so many options to carry someone, but soon he had decided.

This time he layed her down facing upwards and grabbed her upper thighs as he bent down backwards. He thrusted Bubble's body forward and her body fell on top of his crouched figure as he adjusted it, moving her hands and arms around his neck area. He bounced her up and moved his arms further under her thighs. Once she was safely on his back, he took a step. This was an improvement, still difficult but possible. Piggyback was the best alternative, though he had considered dragging her but decided against it. It would be disrespectful to her.

Boomer step by step, and groaning from the weight made his way to the shelter of the tree which the rest of their items where located. Bubbles dug her head into his neck and her breaths could be felt now. He shuddered and went beet red, it's not every day that this happened to him. "I love you so much, you're so cute..." Bubbles whispered nonchalantly and Boomer ,surprised, almost dropped her. His heart even though it was beating pretty fast already, accelerated and he felt the ba-dumps more and more. His face was cherry red as he listen to the rest of what she was saying . "You're such a cute little bunny...hehe..." she finished her thought and he could feel the grim form on her face as she dug it further into his neck and shoulder. Boomers heart wasn't beating as fast, but he still felt weak in the knees. He could feel her lips on it now, they were plush and soft, moving slightly along his neck as he moved forward. She giggled and pulled her arms closer around his neck, though she didn't have super strength she was still strong for a girl her size. Boomer struggled to breath and adjusted her again, bouncing her up again, her arms relaxing releasing him from her grasp.

Boomer, after trying his absolute best not to drop her, set her down as soon as they got under the tree with the rest of the bags that were thankfully dry. Bubbles eyelashes flutter as she opened them slowly. Boomer, exhausted fell back and layed down, spreading his arms out and breathing heavily still soaking from the rain.

"What- why am I wet? Why am I covered in your hoodie?" She peeled back Boomers hoodie, and stared down. It didn't take her long to realize why it was on, and she quickly put the hoodie on properly covering her breasts up again. Bubbles face was as red as a tomato as she looked at Boomer, collapsed on the ground. "Did-did you see anything?" He held up his hand and formed a thumbs down. She sighed in relief from his lie and pulled the hoodie tighter in her fist. Staring out at the rain surrounding them, she shook her hair out and place it in a single ponytail, keeping her wet hair out of her eyes. Bubbles wiped the rest of the water from her face with her hands, and shook them out. "Thanks" Boomer looked up, her face was blushing as she played with her hair, twirling it in her finger. Her baby blue manicured nail contrasting with the dark wheat of her wet hair. The hoodie suited her, it was huge of her, covering her pleated mini-skirt and went down to her mid thigh. It was like it was made for her, and that's because it was his.

Sorry I kept this chapter only blues and only Boomer, next time we get to see more bubbles. Speaking of Bubbles, what's that girl feeling, blushing in Boomers hoodie like that?

We might check in on the reds and greens too, they didn't escape the rain. So obviously things happened. You'll just have to wait and see.

Till next time