- Look I know I haven't updated in like, 2 months, but you would not believe how busy I am at this time of year! I have so many things to do I feel as though I'm being ripped apart, especially with exams coming up and so on. I may not be able to do another chapter really fast, but I will try my hardest! –

The girls had grabbed some money from the professor on the way out. He had told them to buy some things they may like in their room, because he decided they should all have their own room at their age. Ms. Bellum pulled into a parking space and they all got out and walked into the large mall.

Bubbles just stood there motionless, before her were 2 floors of rows and rows of stores, she felt as though she was in heaven. Blossom did relatively the same thing as Bubbles; she just stood there looking at the many stores. Buttercup just glanced around lazily, not really enjoying this one bit.

"Okay girls, I'm going to leave you to just wander round on your own and get some things you need. I'll be sitting at the coffee shop over there if you need me, meet me back here in 3 hours. See you later then!" told Ms. Bellum to the girls.

As fast as she possibly could, Bubbles ran to the information desk and asked where the art stores were. Blossom looked round and saw a book store not far off, she zoomed off toward it. Buttercup saw a sports store near her and lazily entered, not paying much attention.

Bubbles soon found herself at a small art store, containing many paints, pastels and easels. She walked inside glancing round for anything that caught her eye. She decided to get an easel, some paints, a few canvases and a couple of pictures that looked interesting to her and may be good for putting in her room. She was randomly looking at some pastels when someone crashed into her. She fell backwards, dropping all of her things in the process. She mumbled an apology and started collecting her things, she looked up into the eyes of a blond haired guy around the same age as her. His eyes were a deep sapphire that seemed to have a twinkle of mischief in them. He was too contemplating her eyes, but suddenly looked away and started to help her pick her things up. She mumbled a thanks and he walked off. She watched him leave, when he had finally disappeared from sight she thought back to the way he looked. His hair was a dirty blond colour, similar to her own, he had a good physique and, finally, his eyes…they were so familiar. She searched her memories, trying to think of where she may have seen them before, when suddenly an image of her blond counterpart flashed in her mind. Boomer. His eyes were exactly the same as the strangers. But it obviously wasn't Boomer, it can't have been! Her sisters and herself destroyed him, along with his brothers. She brushed the thought aside, no it wasn't Boomer it was just some other guy who looked like an older version of him…yeah, she thought, just a stranger. But a she paid for her products and walked away, she couldn't help thinking that it might have, somehow, been Boomer.

Meanwhile…

Blossom wandered into the book store. She looked round, taking in the feel of the place. She walked down each row of books, running her hand along the binding to see if there were any titles that looked interesting to her. To her disappointment there were none that seemed remotely interesting to her. Since she was not paying attention, she didn't notice the tall, red head walking down the row of book shelves. He accidentally crashed into her, sending her down backwards, much like Bubbles. She looked up into fiery crimson eyes that seemed surprisingly familiar to her. He held his hand out to help her up and she took it gratefully.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't really looking where I was going" apologised Blossom.

"No, don't apologise it was my fault. I wasn't paying attention" replied the stranger, smiling sheepishly.

"It's okay" smiled Blossom to the stranger.

"Well, I gotta go. Maybe I'll see you round sometime?" he asked hopefully, starting to walk away.

"Yeah, maybe" Blossom called back.

When he was out of sight Blossom leaned on a shelf and sighed. He was so nice and polite to her so…so…perfect! She had never felt this feeling before, but she liked the effect it was making on her. It made her feel so warm and fuzzy. She really did hope she'd see him again. Blossom then realised she hadn't caught his name in the conversation they had. She frowned but then perked up quickly again. Now she definitely wanted to see him again! Buried underneath the warm, fuzzy feeling was the voice saying she knew who those eyes belonged to, they had met before. But Blossom was much to caught up in her own emotions to notice this.

The other side of the mall…

- Okay, I have to leave it there right now. I've lost all inspiration so this is all you're getting for a while! You will probably get a new chapter in the next couple of weeks, since I have to revise for exams and so on…Buttercup's meeting with Butch will be in the next one and I may do the Boys' point of view. That's all for now, see ya! -