3rd chapter up! :)

sorry if i haven't updated my two other stories, i don't have any ideas at the moment except for this story :(

but i'll try and update before the weekend is over. :D

please, enjoy :)

Bubbles POV

I wonder what's up with them. They've been gone for five years and I haven't seen them ever since. That's suppose to be a good thing right? But something inside me feels.. empty..

Maybe it's because I got so use to fighting Boomer a lot. And I'm just not use to not seeing him yet. But still..

It's not like I like Boomer. It's just that, he's my counterpart and, well, it's like a lost a piece of me inside. I feel like we have this strange connection, but, I don't know. Maybe I just miss fighting him. Or maybe.. maybe I just miss him.

I tried to get my mind off of him back when they suddenly disappeared. We were ten and a little mature. I tried doing things like art and music. I love them. But I mostly excel in art than in music. I'm not bad in music, it's just that, I focus way more on art. And that's when I found the love for sculpturing, painting, and drawing, mostly painting.

Then, when my sisters and I turned thirteen, Blossom saw this article in the newspaper about some pen pals. I thought this was a great idea of get my mind off, you know. Coincidentally, mine and my sisters pen pals all have the same address. And what's even more of a coincidence, is that they're brothers. Sometimes, when I've totally lost it, I think that the person I'm writing to is Boomer instead of 'Kyle'.

Speaking about 'Kyle', he and his brothers used to live here. I secretly gave him three plane tickets for him to come over. They didn't cost much. There was this big promo thing and I got lucky. I wonder if he would come..

It's Saturday and my sisters and I decided to go to the park. We usually come here on Saturdays. Just to you know, clear our minds off school and stress. It suddenly came to a topic of them.

"What do you think they're up to?" I asked.

"Huh? Who?" Buttercup said.

"You know, them."

"The RowdyRuff Boys?" Blossom said.

"Yeah, not that I'm interested, I'm just.. wondering."

"Probably up to no good."

"But don't you wonder if they, umm.. changed? Like, not doing anymore evil stuff?"

"Them? Not evil? You've got to be kidding me."

"C'mon leader girl, even I hate to admit it but a lot can happen in 5 years." Buttercup said.

"Well, we'll never know now will we?"

"No.." I said.

We sat on the park bench, eating ice cream that we bought a while ago. We were talking about how school has been recently, and how freshman year seems to be a blast. Then from the corner of my eye, I saw a hint of blonde hair. And that blonde hair looked familiar. Too familiar.

I wanted to go over there and check, just to be sure. Lucky for me, there was an art store and a music store nearby. That would be the perfect excuse to go over there, even just for a little while, and plus, I need some new materials.

"Hey, I'm gonna go over there for a while." I pointed to the music store across the street. They nodded and waved my their hand, gesturing me to leave.

I rushed over quickly, and went in the art store. There many shelves with a lot of supplies on them. It was hard to see through the shelves. I made my way through the shelves and found myself at the cash register. He's not here. I thought. I quickly went out and quickly headed to the music store.

It was just like the art store, shelves everywhere with cd's on them. And as I headed to the very end of on shelf, I heard a voice nearby,

"How much is this?"

"Five dollars and fifty cents."

"Alright, here." I heard the sound of the cash register beeping and a ding! at the end.

"Thank you and come again!"

"Yeah, no problem."

I quickly tiptoed to the other end, near the door, and peeked through the corner. I saw the door open and that blonde haired boy leaving.

No way.. it can't be.. can it? Of course it can't. They've been gone for 5 years. I thought. I've definitely lost it.

I kept thinking what it's like for them or what would happen if they moved back. Will they try to befriend us? Or will they continue the past? So many questions, but no answers.

And I don't think I'll be getting them soon enough.

Boomers POV

"Hey, I'm gonna look around town." I said. We just finished unpacking and arranging most of our stuff. Well, except for my personal stuff anyway.

"What about your stuff?" Brick asked.

"I'll do it later."

"Well, okay."

"Hey! Where you going?" Butch called from the kitchen.

"Out!"

"Can you buy me some things?"

"Like?"

"Some bag of chips and the new Linkin Park cd!"

"Fine!"

I went out of the house and walked. I didn't want to fly. Not yet. I don't want the whole town to panic, knowing that the cause of destruction is back. I'm gonna lay a low profile right now. I don't wanna be seen. Especially not by the PowerPuff Girls. And most especially, not by Bubbles.

There's nothing wrong with them. We're all okay, but not exactly on speaking or buddy-buddy terms. It's like we're still enemies. We're just not fighting, that's all.

We suddenly decided to get out of town once we made a truce with the girls. I don't know why, it's just seemed right that time. Now, it's like I lost something inside of me, and I don't know what.

It can't be because of Bubbles. Or, well, maybe it is. She's my counterpart, and it's like she's.. part of me somehow. I don't know, I did do other things though. I got myself into music. I started playing the guitar and I'm quite good at it.

Then when we were thirteen, Brick told us something about getting pen pals. Butch thought it was lame, I thought it was interesting. But after two years, Butch seemed to like his pen pal. She doesn't seem like the girly type. She enjoys a lot of things that Butch enjoys too.

My pen pal wasn't all that girly, she had a fun side too. But what struck me the most was he love for art. And considering most girls, they wouldn't want their "precious manicure" to get all ruin by paint or some clay. I asked her about that and she said she didn't care at all. She wasn't afraid to get down and dirty. That is what I like.

The weird thing is, I'm starting to think she's Bubbles. Crazy, I know. I think I've gone crazy too.

Anyway, I stopped to realize where I'm going. I'm in front of what seemed like the park, and I'm standing in front of the music store. Before I went in though, I got a glimpse of baby blue eyes looking this way. I shook my head and shrugged it off. It could've been anyone's eyes. But, I feel like I've seen those eyes before, a lot.

As I stepped inside my jaw dropped. There were a lot of cd's for a small shop. I'm gonna have a hard time looking for Butch's cd.I went through several of shelves, looking for the letter L. I thought my trouble would end, but no, when I saw the letter L, I just realized that I had more trouble. There were like, 35 cd's for letter L.

When I finally saw Linkin Park, I grabbed it and headed for the cashier. I asked how much and he said it was five dollars and something. I gave him the money and headed for the door.

"Thank you and come again!"

"Yeah, no problem."

As I opened that door, I had a strange feeling that someone was watching me, I shrugged it off. But hell I was curios, so when I turned, I glanced around the corner and saw the same blue eyes I saw just a moment ago. And what's surprising is, I saw blonde hair draping over her shoulder.

Bubbles? I thought. No, it can't. Man, I've done it. I'm insane.

You know what's weird? I actually wanted that girl, that girl with the blue eyes and blonde hair, to be Bubbles.