From the Crayon Box.
A Buttercup x Boomer love story.
From: The Powerpuff Girls.
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Disclaimer: I, Blue, do not own any rights to Craig McCracken's The Powerpuff Girls, or the characters. I simply came up with this story one sleepless night.
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From the Crayon Box.
Chapter 2: Round and round the color wheel.
"Love was in the air tonight,
My arms around you hold you tight.
I have waited long to see,
What your feelings were for me.
Every sunset, here I am,
Hoping you would see my plan.
Through those emerald eyes you'd see,
I want you to be with me.
Here we lay in black of night,
With you beside me, all feels right.
Green and Blue, the perfect pair,
Emerald, Sapphire..."
"...Where do I go from there?" I thought to myself. I was never good at poetry. Girls like poetry, right? "Great." I sigh to myself. I don't know what I did right, but I hope I never do anything wrong again. If I'm dreaming, I hope I never wake 's almost midnight, here I sit against a tree, my tablet in one hand and a half-broken forrest green crayon in the other, writing countless poems for the girl fast asleep on my lap. I never thought that beauty could be bested, but she bested herself. Her silent breaths moving her abdomen up and down, her beautiful eyes closed as she sleeps. Her face is happy and content. every once and a while her cheek rubs up against the crevace of my neck. I can't help but to brush my cheek back against her forehead as she continues to sleep.
The last hour replays over and over in my head, an hour of love and honesty I'd call it. I guess one would call it 'making out', but that just sounds sloppy, crude, lustful, and it wasn't any of that. It was us, we kissed, we played, we found out how we felt without saying a single word. Her on top of me, our lips colliding, her hands around my head as mine were on her neck and in her perfect jet-black 'd break when we needed air, and I'd kiss down her jaw line, finding a ticklish spot where her jaw meets her throat, who would have thought thateven the simplest giggle could be the cutest thing a girl has ever said? As I continued to kiss down, her her laughs became humms, slight moans really. You could feel her get excited with every kiss, and every breath. I feel bad about leaving two sucker bite marks along her collar bone, but whe way she reacted, she grabbed my head, holding it tighter to her as I kissed, she tensed with the small bite, slightly moaning in pleasure as my tung lightly grazed the surface of her skin. I sucked and played in the dip of her neck, her breath became unsteady, every breath a hum, as I broke away, shc played with my ear, slightly biting down the side, nibbling at my lobe, with all honestly, it felt great, but I'm just the kind of guy that would rather give than recieve anything. And so returned the favor, I rolled us over so she was on the bottom now. I played with her ear, gently sucking her earlobe as I lightly ran my tung around the outline of it. I kissed down her neck, every kiss exhilariting her, her every breath became more and more jagged as I kissed farther down. I stood on my knees, one to the side and one betewwn her legs as I held myself up with my left hand as my right lightly caressed her side. Things were starting to get more and more intense, that is, until I stopped.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she sat up to meet me, eye to eye.
"Nothing," I reassured her with a kiss. "...you're still a wonderful mystery, and I don't want to find out all your mysteries in one night." I told her, smiling at the sight of her face becoming reddier in the moonlight.
"You're not like other boys..." She started, grabbing my attention. "...to be honest, I never felt the way I do now, everyone just wants me cause I was an athlete or because I looked good to them... There's something about you that's different... you're kind, gentle, loving, respectful... I might be a tom boy, but I'm still a girl and you treet me like I'm the prettiest of them all..." She said to me as she smiled, looking at the ground beside us.
"That's because you are." I told her as I cupped her jaw to make her look up at me. "Buttercup, I love you. I'm not an athlete, or a jock, or anything like anyone I know, I'm me, just like I always was.I did everything I could to get you to notice me, and did none of it in vain."
"B-Boomer..." She said as tears began to fall from her emerald eyes, my thumb brushing them away, making her smile again.
"Brick said I was obsessed, Butch refused to talk to me when you two were dating sophomore year. Blossom supports my behind-the-scenes work ,but probabally because she was my best friend, and Bubbles always helped me." I told her.
"W-what all did you do?" Buttercup asked me with a shocked look of expression came across her pouting face.
"Let's see..." I started, trying to remember it all. "I designed the statue they erected downtown to honor you guys, I was the score keeper at all your soccer games, the article author about you in the school newspaper..."
"Boomer..."
"...the blind date that didn't show up cause I was too nervous and sat at the table behind you... I still regret that..."
"You better... I was hoping it was you... I didn't sleep for days after that, I thought there was something wrong with me." She said as she began to cry again.
"I'm so sorry..." I said as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly to me as I rocked her sightly. "...I didn't mean to hurt you... I was scared, and I thought you'd see me as a threat and attack..." I said. It was true. Someone has to understand my feelings about that. "If it makes you feel better, I was the guy that beat the living snot out of Mitch after he abandoned you at Prom and went to a party with Princess."
"That was you?" Buttercup said in shock. "Boomer, he almost died! He was in a coma for months!"
"You don't think he deserved it?" I asked her.
"...as much as my side of justice wants to say no, I can't. He hurt me so much..." Buttercup said as she rested her head against my chest. "Boomer, promise me you'll never hurt me. Never leave, never cheat, just... do what you always do... Love me Boomer... Now and forever..." she said as she fell asleep against me, bring us back to now.
And here I sit, he against me, my lantern re-lit, my sketchbook and crayon in hand, thinking of another poem to help me get back in track for tha one I want to writw for her.
"Round and round the color wheel,
Magenta, violet, emerald, teal. Crayons, markers, pencils, pens,
Paintings, sculptures, fashion, trends.
DaVinci, VanGogh, Warhol, Pollock.
Eccher, Banksy, George Surratt.
Rainbows, spectrums, Roy G. Biv,
Blue and Green is how we live.
Green the grass, Blue the sky, We never ask, or question why.
All the colors that we see,
Unique to you, unique to me.
Blue and blond, Green and black,
Some colors belong together.
A promise' a promise..." I wrote before dropping my section of crayon. As I look around with the lantern, I can beel Buttercup start to move, I thought she was falling, so I put my arm around her. After a minuet, I gave up and looked at the tablet, and there written on the bottom of the stanza in light red was"
"Buttercup and Boomer, together forever."
And there against me was a smiling raven-haired girl with her arms wrapped around me.
"Hey." I say lightly as I kissed her forehead. "...It's getting late, are you okay coming home with me? Brick and Butch are away."
"Hmmm... only if you make me some food, I'm hungry." She giggled.
"I'll make you whatever you want" I said as I put my sketchbook and crayon box into my bag.
"Then I want a pizza, a bubble bath, and a bed covered in rose pettals." Buttercup said in a joking manner, giggling at the thought of it.
"Red roses or dark velvet roses? Bath salts? Candle lighting? is pepperoni and olives okay? Anything else? I ask as we stood up to get our things, I carried both of our bags and carried the lantern.
"Boomer, I was kidding." She said as she stretched upon standing.
"I wasn't." I told her as I lightly hugger her around her waist, her face becoming red again.
"Boomer, you're just a flirt." She said with a giggle.
"No, I'm just doing what I can for the most beautiful girl I know." I told her as I kissed her again in the moon light.
-End-
Well, it was short, but all I could get out. Demand was in for this and I can only hope that everyone likes this as much as they liked the previous chapter.
From the Crayon Box is now complete.
I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
What does this mean for me? It means I need to get back to work on my other two stories. Meaning:
Opposites has a good 7 chapters left that are planned, meaning that It may become compleye within the next month, but I also have an idea for a short mini-series about what happens after. There's still Mojo's funeral and the Professor's Christmas Proposal. Not to mention an event that I already have planned for the ending.
As for Broken Shadows, big, big plans, all for tha better, and all for the boos of awesome, not to mention the soon-to-come fights and an outbreak in town that's sure to grab anyone's attention.
Now, here's the fun part. Requests time. I'm going to start taking requests. SEND THEM. Give me whatever, a senario, and what you want to happen, and you'll get a oneshot in return (Unless demand wants more then that, then I'll be happy to work with you on it if you so wish to do so.)
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Rock on.
-Blue.