Memories

Chapter Two

"Do you, Boomer Jojo, take Bubbles Utonium to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The Abraham Lincoln impersonator asked. Boomer nodded, tightening his grip on Bubbles dainty hands.

"I do."

Abraham Lincoln turned to Bubbles, grinning. She was a little unnerved by the whole experience of being married in a D.M.V by an Abraham Lincoln impersonator, but this was Las Vegas, after all.

"And do you, Bubbles Utonium, take Boomer Jojo to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Bubbles gave a small nod, wondering exactly what part of this...ahem…"wedding" would be truly considered lawful. She stared into Boomer's eyes, who stared right back at her.

"I do."

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. Boomer Jojo, you may now kiss your wife, Bubbles Utonium, thus making her, Mrs. Boomer Jojo, or Mrs. Bubbles Jojo." The Abraham Lincoln said. This guy really likes saying our names. Bubbles thought. Boomer leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her lips. There were a few half hearted claps from the people trying to get their licenses renewed at the D.M.V and had come across this sham of a wedding, but that was all.

Bubbles wasn't offended or saddening by the fact that this was the best that she could get out of Boomer for a wedding. She was simply elated, and would have floated out of the building, but that would've been a waste of the cab that was parked outside. Boomer picked her up bridal style and carried her out and to the cab, opening the back seat and placing her inside gently. He slid in next to her, closing the door. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, staring at the two giggling teens about to engage in a passionate make-out session.

"Where do you guys want to go?" He asked gruffly.

"Anywhere is fine." Boomer replied dreamily, kissing Bubbles neck. She giggled, and tried her best to relax against the hard leather of the seat. The driver wasn't affected by their giddiness.

"Seriously, where are ya'll going?" He asked again, getting slightly irritated by them. Boomer waved his right hand in a blatant dismissal of the question, more interested in what was underneath Bubbles skirt. The cabbie growled, slamming his hand on the dashboard. The couple jumped, giving him their full attention.

"Now, where are you all going?" He asked, a slight growl permeating his words. "Either ya tell me now, or you get the hell out." Bubbles told him their address and Boomer got off of her, both of them strapping themselves in as the cab gave a sudden lurch off the curb, then cruised down the street.

Soon they were in front of their new home. It was a cramped looking apartment building that had been wedged between a Dry Cleaners and a convenience store. A gas station was across the street. Boomer joked about the fact that they would rarely need to leave their house as he escorted her out of the cab. Bubbles giggled and barely had enough time to close the door before the cabbie slammed on the pedal, exiting the area with a flapping car door and a squeal of tires, leaving a burnt rubber smell wafting in the air.

"That guy sure was a jackass." Boomer muttered, fetching the apartment keys out of the pocket of his jeans. Bubbles nodded.

"Why did we have to take a cab anyway? The car has been out of the shop for a week."

"Because…" Boomer started as the two entered the apartment. He immediately went over to the small couch and sat down, gesturing for Bubbles to sit on his lap. She complied eagerly and he nuzzled her neck affectionately. "…Why should we have to drive on our wedding day? It was like having our own chauffeur for a minute, yeah?" He tickled her sides, and she squealed, nodding in agreement.

"Now, we need to cement the wedding." He stood up, carrying her bridal style into the bedroom that would be considered small for even one person, and closed the door.

Bubbles sat in a small child sized desk that pinched her legs, but she ignored the pain as she was so focused on her task at folding clothes in the backroom of the Dry Cleaners. It was a repetitive task and it allowed Bubbles mind to wander, delve and prod at her thoughts and emotions.

It had been almost two months since she and Boomer had gotten married, and doubt was starting to poke at her happy little bubble, trying to pop it. Bubbles had just gotten this job, and it was crappy. They only paid her minimum wage and gave her the simplest jobs since she had never finished high school, and had only managed to get it on the fact that she could speak multiple languages and thus could translate for the woman who ran the place.

Boomer was gone late nights, convincing her that he was at his job. He never gave many details on his place of work or what it was that he even did and so the suspicion that he was cheating on her was beginning to nibble on her confidence in their relationship.

She sighed, reluctantly breathing in the fumes of bleach. They made her feel sick, but she could ignore them.

She folded whitened shirts and ironed khakis and starched dresses and all other manner of clothing before placing each item delicately in a plastic bag with the Dry Cleaners logo on it. She sighed, glancing down at her watch and noticing that it was time for break. She stood up, rubbing at her pinched legs as she walked towards the front of the building.

The sunlight was bright in the main room and Bubbles squinted as the light bounced against the white tiles and turned everything into a blinding minefield. She stepped outside, breathing in the crisp cold air. It was mid autumn and Bubbles walked her way to her favorite cart café underneath a canopy of warm colors; reds, yellows, browns, oranges and even a sprinkling of green.

"What can I do for you, Bubbles?" Cameron, the acne ridden teenager that worked there, asked. She ordered a couple of glazed dohnuts, no coffee. He gave her the order and she went on her way, humming. She took a bite out of one of her dohnuts and walked around, going through the small park that was behind the gas station with a few shortcuts through an alley.

Bubbles looked around and saw no one. She floated up a bit, going towards a lonely little swing. Most of the other ones had been broken or stolen, and the only other one was coated in what looked like vomit. She settled down on it, kicking up her feet and letting the swing do most of the work as she pretended to fly, taking another bite of her snack. The only thing that she missed about Townsville was the fact that she could use her powers without the worry about being bothered. Here though, in a totally unfamiliar place where they had probably never heard of the Powerpuff Girls, it would have been dangerous. She missed the feeling of flying around and getting waves and cheers whenever she saved someone, but it was worth it, being here with Boomer.

She thought about her family, and that made her stop the swing, sighing a bit wistfully. She hadn't had any form of contact since the night she left. She remembered how she hadn't bothered to leave a note and wondered if Blossom had told them. She better had, after all the fuss she made only hours before Bubbles departed. They're probably doing fine without me…its not as though they've had any problems without me before, except for that one time…and then I had to save their sorry asses. She giggled, finishing off her third dohnuts. Not like Mojo Jojo is gonna be a problem…maybe He will, but eh. Their loss. With that Bubbles hopped up, going back to the Laundromat.

She had more work to do.