Its been a week, maybe even two, since the boys joined the Resistance. They met many others in the group, like Robin, who recently joined the Resistance with her childhood friend, Mitch. They were newbies, like the boys, except they had joined a bit earlier than them, making them a bit more superior. Another thing was the fact that the girls were assigned to teach the boys the way of stealth and how to fight without attracting attention. It was difficult, but they were slowly catching on. The boys also came to enjoy the company of the girls, who shared the emotion.
Currently, Boomer and Bubbles were sneaking out of the base. Bubbles wanted to show Boomer something, and Boomer was excited. Currently, Bubbles' hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She wore a light blue tank top with white skinny jeans, blue sneakers, and a pure white cloak to cover her face. Boomer, who had gotten even more clothes from the helpers of the Resistance, wore a black and blue t-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers, and his normal blue sweater. His hair was sideswept, almost like wings.
The two blondes rushed through the forest on foot, Bubbles' giggling guiding Boomer through the twists and turns when he lost her. Bubbles purposely took the long way around, attempting to confuse her crush and then surprise him. Though, of course with the way she can't keep her mouth shut, he always found her.
Bubbles, when she and Boomer stopped to take a breather, decided to play a little joke. She climbed up a tree and stood on a branch above Boomer, while he wasn't looking. When he looked up to find that Bubbles had gone 'missing', he grinned and called out.
"I will find you, Bubbles! I will always find you!" he chuckled, then ran off in a direction. Bubbles, blushing, rushed after him, hiding in the trees. She wished that she had Buttercup's taste in colors - that would make her blend in much more. She purposely shook branches and rustled leaves to lure him the correct way. Finally, he found a large clearing that ended in a cliff. Bubbles hopped out of the tree she was in and walked beside him. She giggled, making him jump, and walked ahead, arms spread out as a breeze swept through the small clearing.
"Beautiful isn't it?" she asked, taking a deep breath before letting it go and looking back at him. He walked up to her side and over looked the terrain. Although most of it was covered by a thick black mist, he grinned at the parts that weren't. Little villages here and there that were plentiful and thriving. If you listened closely, you could hear children's laughter and shrills of excitement. He smiled.
"It is." he smiled. "How'd you find this place?" he questioned. She paused for a second before giving a simple shrug.
"I was found here, by Sarah, after my parents... um..." she slowly cut off, before raising a hand and pointing to one of the thriving villages. "Look! That's the town I was born in. It was so nice there... and so beautiful.." Bubbles sighed contently watching the little children running around, them looking like ants in her perspective. He chuckled and shook his head, deciding not to continue the previous conversation.
"So why'd you bring me up here?" he questioned. Bubbles stood up straight.
"Oh yeah!" she squeaked, as if she remembered something. "Wait here. I'll be just a moment." she held out her hands and slowly walked backwards, as if testing that he would really stay. She then turned around and ran into the forest. Boomer waited, eyebrow raised, for her to return. And soon enough, she did. The blonde girl was carrying several things with ease before dropping them all to the floor and panting. He looked down at the stuff she brought - paper, canvas, pencils, and paint...
"I was wondering if you would like to share a moment with me and sketch the sunset." she said as she caught her breath, hinting that carrying all the items wasn't as easy as it looked. "I usually do this alone, and maybe sometimes with Blossom. But, she was busy with Buttercup. Plus, I thought, maybe you would like to. You seem like an artistic guy." she smiled, holding out a pencil to him. It was true, when Boomer was younger he was the first to actually draw things with thought, while his brothers scribbled away. But, as he grew up and dubbed drawing as a 'girly' thing, he decided to no longer take interest in it, hence losing his ability to draw nice anymore. Despite this, he smiled and took the pencil from her.
"Why not? I have yet to draw the sunset." he told her, sitting down crisscross. He laid the canvas in his lap and the paper on top of it as Bubbles squealed.
"Yay! I have anther drawing partner!" she giggled. "Like I said before, Blossom comes with me sometimes, but other times she doesn't have time for it. And Buttercup... is Buttercup." she shrugged and sighed. Boomer chuckled, smiling. He didn't feel to testify about coming here everytime she wanted - he was fine with that, honestly.
"Shall we draw?" he asked, holding his pencil up for her to tap with his. She nodded and did so, almost like how you say 'cheers' at a tea party. With that, the two began to sketch out and draw the sunset that just begun. All the while Boomer made idle conversation.
"So, where'd you get all of this?" he began.
"As a job of a worker in the Resistance, we are to raid to get food and supplies for everyone to survive." she started, looking up for a moment before looking back down. "I found a bunch of this stuff on one of the raids and decided to grab it. Thankfully, no one objected to it." she giggled slightly, continuing her drawing.
"You remember that dog from a few weeks back? Goldie, was it? what's the history with her?" he questioned.
"Goldie is our mascot, as I told you before. She and these other two dogs, Coal and Rusty, had puppies, the little beauties you see running around. The one who you saw first a while back is named Butters. He's the second smallest, and the biggest love bug. He's also one of two puppies that look like their mother. The other one is Queenie, who is the youngest and smallest of the group." she began, looking up and smiling at the thought. "Then there are the two pups who resemble Coal, who we assume is their father. One of them is Dark. He likes to hide and scare people. The other is Nightmare. She followed her same-colored brother around like a duckling does to her mother." she chuckled at the two. "Then there are the last two, Ember and Red. Ember is more or less the leader of the six pups. She looks a lot like her assumed father, Rusty. But so does Red, her brother. Though, Red is much more rambunctious than Ember." Bubbles paused before giggling slightly.
"So, that's Butters, Queenie, Dark, Nightmare, Ember, and Red... What order were they born in?" he questioned, stroking the paper with his paint brush, as he had finished drawing.
"Oh, goodness. Let me see... First was Red, Dark, and Butters. She paused her whelping for a bit after that, then continued with Ember, Nightmare, and Queenie." Bubbles recalled, tapping her chin. Boomer nodded.
"Where are their fathers?"
"Well, Coal was a dog that worked for... well, the people we fight against. We saw him once, where he attacked Goldie, and we scared him away. I'm not sure if we'll ever see him again. And Rusty... well, Rusty was Blossom's first dog. He died just a few months ago of natural causes." she shrugged, sighing. "He lived a long, natural life."
"I see..." he sighed. He finished a few more strokes of his brush before holding up his painting. "Done!"
"Ohh! Let me see!" she squeaked, standing up and holding her painting so he couldn't see hers. He stood up and pointed it towards her, shocking her. It was almost like a second-graders drawing. The sun was even in the corner of the page! Bubbles giggled. "That's just so adorable!" she squeaked. "My turn!" Turning hers around, Boomer stood shocked. It was beautiful the colors blended nicely, and it was just... No words could describe it.
"Awh, good job. You made my first-grade drawing look horrendous." Boomer joked, chuckling.
"First grade? I was thinking more second grade, Boomer." she giggled.
"Oh, so I have impressed you, hmm?" Boomer asked, stroking his imaginary beard. The two continued to laugh and have a good time up on the cliff, enjoying one another's company.