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Chapter 2 - I don't love her!

Boomer's POV

I felt guilty. Well, Bubbles had her shot with me, I guess. I mean, I don't really like Brat that much, I went out with her to give her a shot with me. So far, it isn't working out. But it's dangerous to dump her. What if she goes after Bubbles? I can't help but think about my precious little Bubbles, most likely dead by the hands of Brat and her sisters. I'm doing this to save her, but she won't listen to me, I bet. I wish I never met up with Brat. I guess I'd better take Brat to a movie or something, take her mind off the Bubbles and her possible thoughts of me cheating on her.

"Babe, what do you wanna do now? My treat!" I ask, the word 'babe' leaving a horrible aftertaste "You're not planning on paying, are you? Is my little Boom going soft on me? Awww do you want your bottle, little baby?" she cooed sarcastically.
"Look, just say what you wanna do." I sigh. I bet Bubbles isn't this hard to talk to!
"Hmmm, how about a fancy meal? I'll go steal some fancy clothes! What size are you?" she said, exited to steal something.
"Err, that's OK, I'll steal something for myself" I reply, planning to just quickly head home when she isn't looking to get my tuxedo.
"Ok, meet me at the 'Golden Plate' at 6!" she shouted as she jetted off

I had another hour to get ready then. That's good. Maybe I'll see Bubbles! I can't believe I was so mean to her today! I'm in love with her, yet I'm such a nasty person to her.

I'd best get home soon, or I'll never be ready for tonight. I don't really wanna steal my food anymore, neither do my brothers. I am going soft, I know. But we don't want to attract negative attention from the Powerpuff Girls. I don't want to see the dissapointed look on my Bubble's face tonight as I steal food with my girlfriend. How are we paying for food, you may ask. Brick and Butch have a job, but I'm still looking. We want to change, and the best way is to get our acts toghether. And if that means losing our spare time for a job, so be it. If we didn't have Mojo as a parent, we might have been better people. Too late to change that now, I guess. I'm ready to go now. Tuxedo and wallet at the ready. Now to go meet with Brat for a romantic dinner for 2. Woohoo. NOT!

"Boom, babe, where were you? You can't use traffic as an excuse, because there is no air traffic!" she shouted, seemingly impatient "Sorry, took me ages to steal a suitable suit!" I lied horribly "Well, that suit does look handsome on you.... Come on, let's get a table, I'm starving!" she danced as we went to the table I had luckily reserved a few nights ago for tonight. I did want to take her out tonight as a surprise, I only wish she was Bubbles "Yeah, well just be thankful I pre-booked a table! It was meant to be a surprise, you know!" I shout, hoping no one heard. I hope I have enough for dinner. I borrowed $100 from Butch, would that be enough for a fancy restaurant? I don't know. I just hope I don't get called a wimp again because I want to pay....

I'm sitting at a table with a woman I dislike and wishing she is someone else. How is that romantic? How did I get into this mess? Why me? Why didn't she torment another guy? I hate her! I don't love her!