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– December 3rd , 20XX
“What's your favorite color, Boomie?” Bubbles asked Boomer, smiling towards him. Her smile was like candy to boomer– something he could enjoy endlessly, but could only have in small doses, otherwise he’ll get sick (with love!)
“Green.. No, Blue! Wait, what's the color of the water?” Boomer asked, Bubbles giggled causing him to flush. “It's blue, silly!” He smiled and rubbed the back of his head.
“You know, you’re really funny! And fun to hang out with, I’m glad we’re friends!” Bubbles told him, he felt his heart sting at the word ‘friends’, but that's cool.
“I’m glad you’re my girlfriend– I mean best friend, or friend who’s a girl– uh¨ Boomer stammered on his words, letting a slip come out. Bubbles looked at him and questioned. She just grinned, realizing what he meant.
She didn't know how to feel, but she thought about it, seeing his face reddened. She thought about all the times he had been a source of comfort through his brothers and sisters rivalry.
How many times she had laid in his arm, feeling his heartbeat steadily increase as he put his fingers through her hair. She blushed, realizing that there may be something more than platonic there.
She looked at Boomer, his face fully red in embarrassment, hands covering his face. Bubbles thought that was no good! She looked directly at him.
Her hands brushed over his, taking them off of his face. His hands were cold, she could feel every emotion through her touching him. She brushed her fingers over his face, she landed on his cheeks, a soft landing destination.
Her face came up close to his, they both leaned into each other, their lips were about to touch– something soft, something new. She went in faster and-
“Blossom wants me to take a shower, cause apparently I´m too ‘unsanitary’ to hang out with Buttercup, whatever the fuck that means.” Brick walked into the Living room where both Boomer and Bubbles were talking, interrupting their almost-but-not kiss.
Brick was thankfully clueless to whatever they were going to do, but it also meant they couldn't kiss. Buttercup came in after him, hanging around. “It's not like its–” Buttercup smelled Brick. “Okay, yeah, it's bad. Go take a shower, you fucking stink.”
Buttercup sat down on the couch with them, in between both, clueless. “What do you want to watch on the TV?” She asked.
“Ooh! Can we watch Dexters Lab?” Boomer asked. “Nah, overrated. I’d rather watch whatever else is playing.” Boomer sighed. “Aw man.”
– December 6th, 20XX
“We’re at the fucking hotel, okay? I get a room with Buttercup. Bubbles and Boomer, go together, and fucking Butch and Bloss can share one. Got it?” Brick told each and everyone of the friends.
“Yep! Got it!” Bubbles said, tugging on Boomer’s arm. “Why do I have to get paired with Butch?” Blossom said. “I don’t get why you don’t like me, not like I’ve killed people.”
“You’ve thought about it, and honestly, I don’t think my body will be found if I stay with you.” Blossom told him. “No complaining, got it? I’m only allowed to complain.” Brick told them, joining with Buttercup
“This is gonna be fun, right!” Bubbles said as she looked at Blossom leaving, keeping herself away from Butch; Brick and Buttercup laughing and joking with each other. “Those two are really good friends.” Boomer said, looking at Bubbles.
“Yeah, friends. Anyways! Lets go to our room, I think it’s right next to Blossom and Butch’s!” Boomer walked, their hands intertwining into each others. He silently felt proud; especially since ever since that situation with the almost-kiss they ended up going back to normal.
Bubbles looked up at Boomer, giving him an earnest smile as they opened the door. It was a fairly medium sized place. Good enough for the vacation they were on, though not exactly as big as she was hoping.
Bubbles looked at the bed. So did Boomer. Boomer gulped anxiously– spending the night, sharing a bed, with a girl! Maybe if he was younger, he would get all scared of it due to cooties, but now he’s just anxious because he’s really fallen deep into her.
“At least we got the single bed, if Blossom and Butch got it well… we wouldn’t hear the end of it” Bubbles giggled and sighed and walked over to the bed, sitting herself down. Her skirt flowed around the bed, she lay down on it, her pigtails flowing– her head going over the edge of the bed.
“You know, you’re really pretty.” Boomer said, crawling down to where her head rested. “But you’re pretty too!” Bubbles told him, looking into his eyes, their faces weren’t really evenly matched, but they could still look into each other's eyes.
“You know, I lied saying the color of the water was my favorite color, it’s your eyes.” Bubbles blushed. “Aren’t those the same thing though?”
“Maybe, but there’s a difference to me!” Boomer giggled. Bubbles turned her head right around and looked at Boomer. “You know.. To continue on what we started before, can I do something?” Boomer asked her.
“Of course!” Bubbles smiled. Boomer leaned into her face, his hands on the floor, making him look like a small dog in the position he was in. Nothing would interrupt us this time , he thought.
Brick opened the door “Hey, sorry for getting the single bed. If you wanna change it out go ask the fuckin’ receptionist. We’re going to bed, you two better either go to bed, or switch out the room. Or fuck, whatever, I don’t care.”
“How many times has this happened?” Bubbles laughed. “Twice, apparently.” Boomer sighed. I guess I’ll never be able to get the girl, man. “He’s right, we should probably get to bed,” Bubbles yawned “I’m pretty tired, come up here!” Bubbles beamed.
– December 10th, 20XX
“I’m going to say it, I like you!” Boomer told her immediately. “Really?” Bubbles asked him, he flushed, looking away from her; avoiding eye contact was his thing. “Ye– yes, I think you’re pretty and cute and–”
“I’ve liked you for a while, but I couldn’t say it at all. I guess we’re both dumb with our feelings, aren’t we Boomie?” Bubbles asked. Boomer giggled. “Can we do the kissing thing, I mean it’s gross, unless it's with you.”
“You’re still afraid of cooties?” Bubbles asked as she put her hand around on his face. “Probably.” Bubbles leaned into his face, her lips touching his mutually. Their mutual love and inexperience came together into a magical experience.
Boomer was shocked at just how much a lip kiss was different than anything, he could feel everything– their lips felt like they were made for eachother, a satisfying yet inexperienced ride. “Maybe not anymore.” Boomer said.
“You have lipstick on your face!” Bubbles giggled. Boomer felt his lips, feeling lipstick. “Wait, you had lipstick on?” Boomer asked, looking at her lips. They were pinker than usual, but he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“FINALLY!” Buttercup yelled from the other room, holding a card in her hand from her and Butch’s game of blackjack. “What, they finally admit their feelings.” Butch asked.
“Even better, they finally fucking kissed.” Brick came in from the Kitchen, his kiss the cook apron on. “Maybe I should give this to Boomer, he needs it more than me.”
“You don’t even have a girlfriend!” Blossom yelled from the kitchen. “Maybe I do, maybe I don‘t. I know I’ve made out with tons of chicks. Probably one of you guys.”
“Was everyone waiting for this?” Boomer asked. “Yeah, ‘kinda my fault for thwarting your relationship. Which I would prefer if you didn’t date that idiot, but whatever.”
“Hey! He’s also an idiot!” Bubbles chimed in, not really making either look better. “Also, you’re my friend, how could you be so mean!” Bubbles said. “That’s my way of saying I tolerate you.”
“Apparently you really like Blossom.” Buttercup jested. “She’s not even close to my type, you probably are.” Brick said.
“How did we get here?” Boomer asked quietly to Bubbles. “I have no idea, just roll with it.”