Me: I own this song also!
I thought it would be fun to have a Blues and Reds portions. this is the blues, Red will be when i feel like it.
Boomer POV
I wonder why our teacher made us do this stupid assignment. Apparently, she told us to write some type of poem about a person. Despite that it just had to make me write positive things about a person, she paired me up with Bubbles. It's not that I don't like Bubbles or anything, it's just… I'm worried that she might find out how I felt about her. Or maybe worse, like Brick or Blossom finding out. Brick would kill me if he knew that I was openly expressing my feelings towards Bubbles, while I may never see Bubbles again if Blossom finds out. Then again, I really want her to know how I feel… I'll ask Butch since he's home now.
Bubbles POV
I have to write a poem about Boomer, but I don't want people to know how I feel about him. I mean, Blossom would blow a gasket, and Brick, I can't even imagine what would happen. I got to find Buttercup; she might understand what I'm going through. Speak of the devil; she's back home with Blossom.
"Hey Buttercup, can I talk to you?" she nodded and headed towards my room.
"What's up Bubs?" I explain my situation to her.
Normal POV
"If you want, just write two different poems; one for class, and the other for each other."
"Could you write me a song with it?"
"Fine…" (Hm… I should probably cooperate with BC/Butch….)
(I decided to skip the assignment, and here we are to after school where they meet up)
Bubbles POV
"Long, blonde hair,
Blue eyes like ice.
Skin so fair,
Isn't she nice?"
"Got a golden mane,
eyes like the sea.
He can't be tamed,
Yet he's looking at me."
Doesn't like to fight,
Sometimes she's hardcore.
Don't matter day and night,
Of course I want more.
I like the way he smiles,
I love the way he laughs.
My heart can take miles,
He's the boy from arts n' crafts.
And every time,
I see their face.
It's like a story rhyme,
As my heart starts to race.
It isn't sad,
When I think the color blue.
Don't say I'm going mad,
Cause makes me think of you.
About you~~~~~~ (x2)
Baby~
Can it be a maybe~~~ (x3)
I couldn't help but stifle a giggle out as Boomer stared at me awkwardly.
"Bubbles, don't tell me i sang that for you just to get dumped." I just started giggling even more.
"No Boomer. I'm giggling because look," I put our papers together and alternated between our verses; he finally understood.
"So you're saying that we got set up cause of our green siblings? Jeez, they can play matchmaker, yet Butch didn't confess to Buttercup yet? He's also pretty grumpy recently ever since I brought it yesterday."
"Well... I might have accidentally interfered yesterday..." I looked away, "But it wasn't my fault! " he patted my head and kept repeating,
"i know".