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Butterfly Chapter3

(Bubble's P.O.V)

As I sprinted down the school's hallway, I tried so desperately to find my class! It took me a long while before I found the Art room.

I softly opened the door and stepped in. I lightly tapped the skinny woman I saw helping a student on her sketch. She turned around and I scanned her outfit quickly with my lightning-fast blue eyes. She had short chestnut hair cut a little above her chin, and hazelnut colored eyes. She wore their beauty behind skinny square black glasses. Although I knew she was the art teacher when I saw what she was dressed in. She had on flare blue jeans, a fitted, 3 quarter inch sleeved dark green shirt. Blossom had on a shirt like that, but her figure made it look better and definitely neater. My art teacher's was scattered with varieties of paint, that got through the worn out splattered-with-paint blue smock she had on.

"Bubbles? Am I correct?" her voice was friendly and cheerful, and I knew I would like her.

"Yes mam! I'm very sorry I'm late, I was having trouble finding the classroom." I cursed silently for the way I sounded like a small child when I said that. I always hated that I couldn't come across as anything but sweet and nice. I mean, it wasn't that bad at all, but it was definitely tiring.

A sudden memory came flashing before me and I was glad the teacher didn't see the tears stinging my eyes. It was the one that always made me hate the whole cute and innocent thing about me. I had gotten in a fight with one of my old boyfriends in Townsville, and I was screaming and yelling and just having a huge tantrum! He was mad too, but after pursing his lips, he said with a mean glare, "I just can't believe it! Can't you be anything but cute and sweet? Even when your practically breathing fire you look so damn cute! I'm tired of it! I'm tired of dating a child!" With that we had broken up. It always made me feel scared of dating again. Who would want a 4 year old in a woman's body?

"Well you look full of potential! My names Mrs. Lemony, why don't you grab a brush and start painting! Anything you want!" she said with a smile. I knew I would like her!

I smiled and stole a paintbrush from some jar and grabbed an empty spot and put my brush up to the paper. I always loved what followed, whenever I painted or sketched, I didn't even look at the paper, I just daydreamed and the picture drew itself.

Boomer, I smiled just remembering him, he was so cute. I was barely noticing my hand flying across the paper. Not my kind of annoying cute, but as in he was amazingly good-looking! But I didn't just like him for his looks, oh no, he was so funny, shy, gentlemanly, and he seemed to like me.

My shoulder hurt thinking about how we met even though my face beamed.

I had been sick of trying to get Butter to stop daydreaming, so I started walking around.

I had been caught up looking at the outside of the school when I bumped my shoulder into something so hard! I tried hard not to cry at the small pinch of pain like a kid, but I could already feel tears welling up.

"I am so sorry Miss! I really didn't mean it! Oh please don't cry, my sweet. Here," he lifted my up into his arms. Out of shock my tears stopped. He gently placed me on the hood of his dark blue mustang. As he tugged my sweater off to see the damage he said ",let me check it out for you. Oh dammit!" his sudden loud swearing made me jump out of fear.

He looked at me ashamedly.

"I-I swear to god I'm sorry my sweet. I accidentally left a h-huge bruise on your shoulder. Is there anyway I could m-make it up to you?" at his sincere voice I looked down at my shoulder expecting to see a hideous horrifying scar that would never go away. Trust me, if you heard the way he said it, you would be expecting that too. I smiled. It was only the slightest bruise, the size of a newborn baby's nail!

I laughed. "It's so small what are you talking about? You don't owe me a thing."

"No matter the size, I hurt you, and I give you my deepest apologizes." he still had that ashamed look on his face so I lifted up his chin to look in his eyes. I gasped slightly, his eyes were amazing! They were this dark ocean-blue color. They were so hard to describe, they looked so innocent and touching. They were so beautiful…

It took me a minute before I snapped myself out of it. I muttered, " I accept your apology, don't worry about it. I forgive you."

He nodded, staring at me. I blushed furiously when I saw how close we were, he was in between my legs, his body so close to being pressed up against mine, his hands on either side of me (laying on the car but still), and his face was just inches away from mine.

"Looks like Boomies got a chick in his trap!" I heard a sudden voice boom.

Me and 'Boomie' stumbled, so much that I slipped off his car and he had to put his arms around me to steady me.

"Boomie?" I asked him after I had regained my balance.

"More like Boomer. That's my name. And that was my pig-headed brother Butch. Plus Brick over there." He pointed at his 2 green and red brothers leaning against the doors of his car. He glared at them, while I piped up a cheerful, "Hi! My names Bubbles. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Brick and Butch looked at each other, then at me, then at each other again before saying,

"Sweet one! Niiiice." they praised, and my mouth fell open.

Boomer glared at them more fiercely before wrapping his hand on my waist protectively. He literally growled.

"Shut up! You guys wouldn't know a good girl if they were right in front of you! She's different then the usual sluts, if you didn't notice. But I did, and I just met her!"

This time Brick narrowed his eyes, "Don't forget who your talking to Boomer! We're your brothers, we raised you, we provide for you. Do you see Mom and Dad doing that?" he said this in an incredibly fast and hushed tone, so quiet that no normal human could hear, but I could. Loud and clear. I knew better than to just come right out and say, "Hey me and my sister's are the Powerpuff Girls and I just happened to notice you have powers too!"

So I pretended not to hear and instinctively buried my head into Boomer's chest. He gripped me tighter and looked at the ground, choosing not to respond to his brother.

"So Bubbly Bubbles, what's up besides you and my bro snuggling over there?" Butch attempted at changing the subject and lightning the mood.

I lifted my head at the same moment Boomer untangled our arms and bodies away from each other. I hated the sudden loss of warmth.

I shivered as a breeze whipped across my face and arms. I quietly said "I'm cold." Boomer finally noticed he hadn't given back my sweater yet and instead of giving it to me, he took off his own dark-blue sweater and gave it to me. I blushed but didn't argue, I was that cold.

After that, me and Boomer took the sweet time to get to know each other more before someone poked me hard in the stomach…

I suddenly came back to the present when the bell rung. I quickly lifted my hand and peeked at my work and gasped.

It was the greatest painting I'd ever done.

But it was also a perfect picture of Boomer smiling at me.

Pretty Please with nacho cheese on top review! Oh, by the way, Buttercup and Blossom didn't acknowledge the sweatshirt on Bubbles because they were so use to seeing blue on her they didn't take time to notice. =) Reviews make me so happy...and they make my writing go faster...;]