Title: Happy Birthday, Girls!

Rating: T, for some strong language and sexual content

Part Two: Shut Up and Kiss Me, Idiot (Bubbles)

Pairing: Blues

Summary: Pending three-shot. How each of the RowdyRuffs celebrates their counterpart's eighteenth birthday. Part Two: Shut Up and Kiss Me, Idiot (Bubbles).

Disclaimer: I don't own the PowerPuff Girls.

A/N: thanks for all the reviews! Don't worry, those camels got their straws—especially Marvin! xD Here we have the second part, featuring the blues. Thank you everyone who wished me a happy birthday! I'm having a lovely day :) Enjoy! :)

xoxo ~ml

Part Two: Shut Up and Kiss Me, Idiot (Bubbles)

Bubbles didn't particularly hate her job, but it wasn't her favourite place in the world. One would think that working as a veterinary tech would be full of perks—and it would have been, if Bubbles was actually under that official title. But she wouldn't become 'Bubbles Utonium, DVM' for quite some years of hard, grueling med school. But she tried to keep a cheery face when she worked each day as a secretary at the Townsville Veterinary Clinic, though said position had restrictions.

She wasn't allowed to touch the animals, or go back into the hospital rooms. She simply sat at the front desk in the waiting area and filed paperwork, called out names and reassured clients that the doctor would be with them as soon as he could be. She couldn't help but daydream each time a certain situation arose that called for her attention. One day it would be her, Bubbles Utonium, DVM, behind those doors, treating kittens and giving medicine to dogs and exotic pets of all kind. One day...

But unfortunately, that day would not come for a while. After another long, excruciating day at the clinic, Bubbles dragged her feet up the sidewalk to her front door with a yawn. At least she had her birthday to look forward to tomorrow. She'd managed to gain a day off and she was absolutely ecstatic about the day she had planned. She was going to sleep in late (a rare occurrence), the Professor was taking her out for lunch, and then she was going out for a girls' night with her sisters and their friends.

Funny, though, she hadn't heard from Boomer, her boyfriend, in a while. Now that she thought about it, he hadn't mentioned anything about taking her anywhere for her birthday...

She frowned. Boomer was sure to have remembered. Although she didn't exactly put it past him to forget. But why hadn't he said anything about it? Was he planning something? Did he have a surprise for her in mind? Maybe... He was a pretty sappy guy...

Bubbles crossed over the threshold of her home deep in thought. So deep in thought, she didn't even realize the dozens of red roses strewn across the carpet as she entered. She unknowingly stepped right over them tiredly and tossed her keys and purse onto the couch. She made a beeline for the fridge in the kitchen and snatched a glass bottle of vanilla frappucino out, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. Her sisters and the Professor were, no doubt, asleep at this time of the night. She didn't expect to run into anyone as she took the drink and walked back into the living room.

This time, she noticed the roses. She stopped dead in her tracks and did a double take, a confused half-smile playing at her lips. She noticed that there were at least a dozen of the long-stemmed flowers scattered on the floor in front of the door, and they looked to have been carefully placed in a line, leading up the stairs.

This, she knew, hadn't been just a mere coincidence. She smiled wider now, following the trail of flowers excitedly up to her room, taking the stairs two at a time. Her tired, after-work fatigued feeling was long gone, replaced with the giddy, excited butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

When she reached the door to her room, there were many more roses outside, the door was shut, and a wonderful fragrance hit her as she cracked open the door carefully. She bit her lip to keep from emoting as she opened the door slowly.

What she saw almost made her melt. She scanned the room as slowly as she could, taking in the colours and beautiful aroma of the hundreds and hundreds of roses that littered her floor, her desktop, her bed, and her dresser. There were literally roses everywhere, adding a devilish red splash to her normally blue-tinted bedroom.

She looked up, a glint of white catching her eye. A soft, squealing noise escaped her lips as she noticed the entire ceiling was completely hidden from view behind at least a hundred plain white balloons.

As her eyes lowered again and fixed on the center of the room, she gasped, dropping the frappucino that was in her hads and sending it tumbling to the floor. Luckily, it didn't spill, and the bottle rolled harmlessly out of the way as her hands flew to cover her mouth.

For in the center of the room, there was a gigantic white teddy bear, and hiding behind the teddy bear was the greatest present Bubbles had ever received. Boomer shifted the teddy bear to reveal his shy, grinning face. He was dressed in fancy black slacks and a pressed blue shirt, his dirty blonde hair slicked black handsomely. A faint pink blush coloured his cheeks as he stepped towards Bubbles from behind the bear, offering to her a single blue rose.

"Happy birthday, Bubbles," he said softly.

Bubbles was utterly speechless. Her hands hadn't left her mouth, covering each other and preventing her from squealing loudly. She couldn't stop the tears from filling her eyes and spilling over her cheeks.

As soon as Boomer saw her crying, he dropped the blue rose onto the bed with the red ones and closed the distance between them. He brought his hands to her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Hey, hey, Bubbles, don't cry," he said frantically. "Did I do something wrong? Was it the balloons? I knew I shouldn't have gotten so many... They're gonna deflate and... Oh man."

Bubbles shook her head quickly but allowed him to continue to wipe her tears away. She was laughing into her hands but it sounded to Boomer like she was sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know—"

"Oh, shut up and kiss me, you idiot," Bubbles said quickly, pulling her hands away from her mouth and wrapping them around his neck.

Boomer's confused eyes went wide as she kissed him, and his limbs were locked in place for a moment, his hands still resting on the sides of her face, but soon he reacted by lowering them to her waist and kissing her back in full.

When Bubbles broke the kiss for air, an eternity had gone by and Boomer was feeling a bit lightheaded. The tears clung to Bubbles' eyelashes as she grinned widely at him, staring into his deep ocean blue eyes.

"You're the best," she said to him quietly, pecking him on the nose. He beamed, overjoyed that she was not, at all, disappointed with her gift.

"Well, that depends who you're comparing me to," he replied, raising an eyebrow and squeezing his girlfriend around the waist.

She rolled her damp eyes and allowed her gaze to travel over the rose-strewn room again.

"I hope you're planning on cleaning this up before the Professor wakes up tomorrow."

Boomer tilted his head back with an exasperated groan, but pulled her in for another quick kiss.

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