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The Pact	By : AllisonJae Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 8573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hey, everybody, this is the Bubbles and Boomer chapter. It's pretty tame accept towards the end.

Chapter Ten: An Artist and his Muse

The school day went by so fast. I just couldn't believe it. Lunch and art were my favorites because it was the only two times during the day I could see Boomer. He was disappointed when I told him that I couldn't spend the afternoon with him because of my job at the new art gallery, and even though I was basically a gofer, getting coffee and working the fax and copy machines. I just loved being there, especially since the exhibits are being set up. Getting to see firsthand the painting and sculptures from so many famous artists was exhilarating.

Boomer stopped me on the way out of the art room. I had exactly one hour to get to work, and I wanted to stop by the ice cream parlor for a sundae. "Hey, Bubbles," he said as I felt him grab my hand.

"Yes, Boomer," I said as I looked back at him.

"I was wondering if I could maybe walk you to work."

"Okay, but I'm stopping at the ice cream parlor first,' I said. At least I could spend a little time with Boomer outside school today. "I'm just dying for a triple berry and pineapple sundae."

"Great, I'd like an ice cream too," he said and took my hand. I led him towards our lockers since mine was only several down from his. I packed up my bag and took out all the books I would need. I only had homework in two subjects, so I could get that done after I got home from work. I was working until nine that night, and even though Dad didn't like me out that late by myself I explained to him that working in the gallery would be a good experience for me. My dream was to one day study in Paris, and even though it would separate me from my sisters. If I was given the chance I wouldn't turn it down.

"So are you ready?" I asked Boomer.

He just smiled at me and said, "Sure, but let me carry that for you."

"Boomer, I'm perfectly capable of carrying my own bag." I said.

"But it's good manners." He said. He was really sweet, so I gave in and let him carry my bag. He took my hand and we walked out of the school building together.

Once we found a clear spot we took off towards the skies. I couldn't help it. The more time I spent with Boomer the more I grew to care about him, and in fact I was falling in love with him. I only wished he had been my first. I realized after being with Boomer that Joey was a mistake. Boomer didn't like the fact that I had slept with another guy, but I hoped he would see that it was him that I wanted to be with.

Finally we came down right in front of the ice cream parlor. Suddenly I was starving. I hadn't been out for ice cream in a while, but it seemed even for fun being here with Boomer. We walked inside and took a table in the back corner. Boomer put our bags on one side of the booth as I slid into the seat. It was by the window with a clear view of the statue that the mayor had erected of me and my sisters a few years ago.

Boomer sat down next to me which startled me at first, especially when he took my hand. He looked out the window, and I realized he was looking at the statue. "You know, it doesn't really do you justice."

"Well, it was made when I was twelve, so…"

"So, maybe it's time for a new one," he said and leaned in and kissed me tenderly.

"What can I get you?" I heard a voice call from above us. "Oh, Bubbles Utonium," the woman said. "Nice to see you even if you are with him."

I noticed Boomer gave the woman a look of disgust, but then spoke up. "We'd like two sundaes, please."

"Sure, what kind?" she asked.

"Double hot fudge caramel sundae with peanuts and extra whipped cream," he said. That sounded good, but I was in the mood for something fruitier. "What about you Bubbles?"

"Triple berry and pineapple sundae with double whipped cream," I said. Boomer's eyes grew big. I think it was the whipped cream.

"Okay, be ready in ten minutes," the woman said and disappeared behind the counter.

"So you like lots of whipped cream," Boomer said with his hand on my knee. I think he was flirting with me.

"Of course I do," I said acting like I didn't catch on to his true meaning. "Doesn't everybody?"

"If they don't they should," Boomer said, looking into my eyes. "It has so many uses." Suddenly his lips were on mine. They were so soft and sweet. I opened my mouth slightly and felt his tongue in my mouth. I felt his arm wrap around me as my arms found their way around his neck.

I didn't know how long we had been making out, but we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat really loud. A little stunned, we both looked up to see our waitress with our order.

"If you're done sucking each other's faces off, you may want to eat your ice cream," she said looking annoyed. I was a little embarrassed and I knew I was blushing because my face felt hot.

"That waitress really doesn't like you, does she, Boomer?" I said as I took a small bite. Boomer was so busy watching me I could see his ice cream already starting to melt. Boomer looked like he was in a daze just sitting there staring into space. "Boomer!" I called out his name.

"What? Oh, Bubbles, something wrong?" he asked and finally took a taste of his ice cream. "Oh, the waitress, yeah. Well, you see, last year we did this bank heist and, well, that lady was in the bank and, um… I kind of insulted her."

"Boomer, it was bad enough robbing a bank but…" I said in a scolding tone. "I think you should apologize to her."

"Well, okay, as soon as she comes back, and Bubbles I really didn't want to rob that bank," he said as I smiled. Perhaps he was turning over a new leaf. I took another bite of my ice cream feeling satisfied with myself.

As for the apology, I knew he would. It seemed lately anything I asked Boomer to do, he did without question. As we were finishing up our sundaes the waitress came back over. "Alright, kids, that's $5.75." She dropped the slip down on the table.

"I got it," Bloomer said the pulled out a ten dollar bill out of his wallet.

"Boomer, no,' I said. "I can't ask you to pay for mine."

"I insist," he said, "and ma'am, I want to apologize for saying you had a nose like a gimlet."

"Well, that's just fine," she said and was about to leave the table.

"And, ma'am, keep the change," he added. Boomer really was sweet. I felt so lucky to have a guy like him.

I looked at the clock and saw that I had only fifteen minutes to get to work. "We better get going," I said. Boomer helped me out of the booth and grabbed our bags. He walked me to the end of the block and across the street where the building for the new gallery was. We were half way up the walkway, when I said, "That was very nice of you to apologize to that lady."

"Well, maybe she won't be so hostile towards me when I come in there from now on." I smiled at him as we stopped in front of the entrance steps. "Bubbles, it was really nice hanging out together."

"Yeah, I was," I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later, okay."

"Um… before you go I want to give you something," he said and pulled something out of his jacket pocket. "I made this for you."

He handed me a little wooden statue of an angel. I just about gasped when I saw it. It was so beautiful. I studied it closely, especially the face. It looked like me, but it couldn't have been. I'm no angel.

"I was looking at your picture when I made it, so you were my inspiration," he said as a tear came to my eye. "Oh, Bubbles, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Oh, no, Boomer, I think it's really sweet that you see me this way. Thank you," I said and threw my arms around him and hugged him.

Suddenly Miss Penrose, my boss, was coming down the stairs. "Oh, Bubbles, you're here already."

"I'm not late, am I?" I asked.

"Oh, no, but I need you to man the phone. My secretary went home sick."

"Sure, Miss Penrose," I said. I was still holding the angel statue in my hand.

"Bubbles, dear, what is that?" she asked pointing to the statue.

"Oh, it's an angel my friend Boomer here made," I said as I took his hand.

"Can I see it?" I handed it to her, and she closely examined it. "This is very good."

"Thank you, ma'am," he said.

Then she looked straight at him. "Do you think you could sculpt a larger sized replica or something similar to this?"

"Well, sure, but why?" Boomer asked.

"Well, the gallery has a special exhibit for local artists, and with your talent I think it would be very successful. So what do you say?"

"Well, I'd like to, if…" I looked over at Boomer, wondering what was on his mind. "Only if Bubbles will be my model."

"Well, Bubbles?" Miss Penrose asked.

"Sure, I'd love to," I said.

"Great," Miss Penrose said. "Young man, you have three weeks to make me a statue. You think you can do it?"

"With Bubbles as my model I'll have it done in two."

Miss Penrose looked excited as she walked back up the steps to the gallery. "Well, I'll see you later, Boomer," I said and waved to him as I followed Miss Penrose up the steps.

He waved back and smiled. Wow! I couldn't believe it. I was going to be a model for a work of art. I was so excited I could hardly wait.

My work day want pretty fast. The phones in the office were ringing off the hook. It was amazing that the office of the gallery was so busy and it hadn't even opened yet, but I figured there were so many details that needed attention to make the opening a success, especially with so many investors, artists, contributors and buyers coming to the opening. There were tons of memos that Miss Penrose had me type up. It's a good thing I knew my way around a computer.

The evening went fast and soon it was nine o'clock. It wouldn't take long for me to fly home. As I was leaving the building I was about to take off to the skies when I saw Boomer approach me. What was he doing here?

"Hey, Bubbles, I thought I'd come back and give you a ride home," he said standing at the bottom step. "I also thought we could set up a schedule."

"Oh, sure," I said and walked down the steps and took his hand. I had my school bag in my hand and Boomer took it from me. "Well, what would be the best time for you?"

"Well, any time after school," he said as we walked down the path to the sidewalk together. "So do you work every day after school?"

"Every day but Friday," Bubbles said. "I asked for that day off, but I get off at eight normally."

"Great," Boomer said. "Why don't I pick you up here, and then then we can go to my studio from here. Would that be okay?"

"Sure, my curfew isn't until midnight on school nights," I said as we turned the corner.

"Then we can get started tomorrow," Boomer said as we were approaching my house. I had such a good time with him that I didn't realize we were here already.

"Thanks for walking me home, Boomer," I said and gave him a quick kiss. I was about to turn towards the door, but I felt Boomer touch my hand. I looked back and saw him looking at me so intensely. I came back towards him and he took both my hands. I felt his hands travel up my arms. I felt shivers going up my arms, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Suddenly his warm hands were on either side of my face. Instinctively I came closer to him and felt his lips on mine.

I could have drowned in that kiss forever, but we were soon interrupted by someone clearing their throat. "It's about time you got home," came Buttercup's voice. She was standing in the doorway giving Boomer a dirty look. "Are you done sucking face with my sister?"

"Buttercup," I said annoyed. She was embarrassing me so bad. I gave her a dirty look, but it didn't seem to register.

"And what were you doing with my little sister?" Buttercup demanded to know?"

"N-nothing," Boomer said nervously. "Bubbles, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, Boomer, bye," I said and watched him back off the porch. He had one eye on me and one eye on Buttercup. Sometimes she could be the best sister and sometimes she pissed me off so bad that I wanted to kill her. This was one of those rare times I felt like spilling her blood.

After Boomer was completely out of a sight I stepped inside and slammed the door. "What the hell was that about?" I shouted, my eyes flaring at Buttercup.

I saw Blossom through the corner of my eye getting off the couch and coming towards us. "Hey, what's going on?" she demanded to know. "I was on a very important phone call."

"Yeah, I know, talking dirty with Brick," Buttercup said. "You two are disgusting."

"Hey, at least we don't fuck in a closet," Blossom shouted. "And while we're on the subject I hope you two are using protection."

"SHUT UP!" I shouted. Suddenly both my sisters were looking at me. "I don't give a damn about your sex lives. Blossom, go have all the phone sex you want. I don't care." Suddenly her face had turned blood red. "And Buttercup, if you want to fuck Butch on the steps of the mayor's office it doesn't matter to me." Buttercup just rolled her eyes and then looked away from me. "The only thing I want both of you to know is that I won't tolerate either of you being mean to Boomer. Got it!"

"Hey, I just wanted to know what he was doing here," Buttercup said as I walked into the living room. She followed close behind with Blossom trailing behind her. "That's all."

I plopped down on the couch and looked from Blossom to Buttercup. "He just walked me home."

"Is that all?" Buttercup asked, standing there and crossing her arms.

"Yes," I said, sitting back on the couch. "Unlike you I can control my animal urges, besides Boomer and I had some things to discuss."

"Like…" Blossom said sitting down next to me.

"Like this," I said and pulled out the little angel statue he had made me. I held it up proudly for my sisters to see. Blossom took it from my hand and studied it.

"It's just an angel statue,' she said and then handed it back to me.

"But Boomer made it for me, and Miss Penrose said it and wants him to sculpt a statue for an exhibit at the gallery."

"What does that have to do with you?" Buttercup said sitting down on the other side of me.

"Because he asked me to pose for it," I said, my voice sounding a little giddy.

"So Boomer wants you to be the model for his statue?" Buttercup questioned.

"Yeah, I'm so excited. We start tomorrow night right after I get off work."

"That's so cool," Blossom said.

"Yeah, whatever," Buttercup said. "I'm going down to the gym. I want to get a workout in before I go to bed."

"Didn't you get enough of one at lunchtime today," Blossom said teasingly. Buttercup just groaned and shook her head as she left the room.

Blossom just laughed as Buttercup disappeared down the hallway. Then she turned back to me with an inquisitive look in her eye. "So, tell me what is this statue going to be about?"

"I'll not sure," I said. "Boomer's the artist so it's up to him. I was just so flattered that he asked me to pose for it."

"Well, whatever it turns out to be it'll be beautiful," Blossom said. "Maybe even better than the statue of the three of us."

"Well, whatever it is it'll be good for Boomer and the gallery. He's so talented, and it's about time the whole world sees that."

"You really do care about him, don't you?" Blossom asked.

"Yeah, I think I'm in love with him," I said. "He's so sweet and thoughtful, and…"

"And what?" Blossom asked.

"Never mind. It's too embarrassing," I said and felt myself blush.

"Oh, I get it," Blossom said with a giggle. "It must be hereditary. The Jojo boys are pretty talented in that area."

"Blossom, how would you…?"

"I just know Brick is," she said, cutting me off. "And Boomer must be the same."

"Yeah, I guess so," I said and got up off the couch. "Well, I'll really tired, so I think I'll go up to my room."

"Okay, Bubbles," Blossom said as I flew up the stairs. I peeked around the corner to see her grab the phone. I guessed she was calling Brick again, and I could guess what they would be discussing.

As I walked into my room my phone rang. I took it out of my bag and saw the caller ID. It was Boomer's number. I quickly closed the door locking it behind me and answering it.

"Hi, Boomer, what's up?" I said, trying not to sound as excited as I really was, even though we had just parted no more than a half an hour ago, I loved hearing his voice.

"Oh, nothing," he said. "I just miss you. That's all."

"That's sweet," I said. Then I thought about Buttercup's behavior. "I want to apologize."

"For what?" he asked.

"For the way Buttercup treated you," I said. "She shouldn't have…"

"Hey, don't worry about it. You're not responsible for what your sister does. Butch and Brick can be the same way."

"Yeah, I guess so," I said. "I'm really excited about tomorrow, but I'm kind of nervous too. I've never been a model before."

"Don't worry," Boomer said. "It's easy. You just stand there, and I'll do all the work. I just hope I can do you justice."

"After that angel statue you made, I'm sure it'll come out beautiful." I let out a yawn and I think Boomer could hear it.

"Well, you should get some sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright," I said and smiled to myself. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, my blue angel," he said and the call ended. Did he just call me his blue angel? It sent butterflies through my stomach. I took a quick bath and got ready for bed. I was wearing a little blue lace nighty that I hoped one day get to show it off to Boomer. As I crawled into bed and turned off the light, all my thoughts veered towards him. His sweet smile and the gentle way he touched my hand was always on my mind, and the night we made love in Fuzzy's barn.

Falling asleep in his arms was so wonderful and waking up with him holding me. It was a feeling I believed I would never get tired of. Secretly I hoped he would hold me forever, and even if I lived to be a very old woman I knew he would always be my sweet loveable Boomer.

The next day Boomer picked me up for school along with the rest of the boys. Brick drove the van with Blossom riding shotgun. Butch and Buttercup sat in the back as usual. They were so funny playing their little sex games. Butch got mad because Buttercup refused to wear a skirt. I know why he wanted her too, but I never let on that I knew. I never known Buttercup to have a weakness, but with Butch he could get her to do anything he wanted.

I knew she had a soft spot for bad boys. Her short-lived romance with Ace proved it, and it didn't matter that he was so much older than her. I sometimes think she only dated him because Dad disapproved, because when they broke up she didn't seem all that upset about it. I still don't know all the details of the night she didn't come home, only that she had a major hangover the next day.

When she was dating Mitch Dad more than approved of that, but somehow after only a few dates she broke it off with him. I hoped this time Buttercup could find some happiness. She seemed a little calmer since she had been seeing Butch, and even though she wouldn't admit he made her happy. It's not to say that her temper didn't flare up still, but it seemed that she managed to control her anger better, like that night we ran into a skirmish with the Gang Green Gang. It was the night after our dates with the boys and again they had started a riot in downtown Townsville.

They broke into Irwin's Appliance Store and attempted to steal anything they could get their hands on. The whole gang was arrested, accept for Ace. He got away somehow but the cops issued a warrant for his arrest. Ace was a slippery one. If he didn't want to be found then no one would find him. Buttercup was mad thinking that she was the one who let him get away, but then yesterday when the boys surprised us by picking us up for school. Buttercup was happy again even though she hid it.

I dared not look in the back seat to see what they were doing. I didn't want to know, but I could hear moans which sounded like Buttercup's voice. Was she really making out in the back seat with Butch with all of us riding in the van? They were such perverts, but it made me laugh. I think finally Buttercup had met her match.

I was content to sit next to Boomer with his arm around me. I think he was too shy to do anything more with anyone watching. We arrived at school with ten minutes to spare before the first bell. When we got out of the van Boomer immediately took my bag from me. He was also carrying his as well and large wicker basket. He took my hand with his free one. He was such a gentleman. I saw some of the girls from the cheerleading squad pointing and whispering at us. I figured that they were just jealous that I had the best looking guy in school and the sweetest.

Brick and Blossom walked into the school building together. They got stares too but not as much as Butch and Buttercup. When they emerged from the van Buttercup's clothes were all in disarray and her hair was a mess. She had on a heavy turtleneck sweater, which she wasn't wearing when she left the house. I bet she was trying to cover up some hickies.

As she and Butch passed us I heard him whisper to us. "Lunch time, don't be late." She just gave him a dirty look as he pulled her close to him with his arm around her waist. I only giggled thinking of what he was planning.

Boomer walked me into the school building and we made it to our lockers. His was close to mine and he was carrying a large basket. "So what's the basket for? Home Ec class?" I asked.

"No, it's for you," he said and was about to put it in his locker.

"Then let me see," I said.

"No, it's a surprise," he said. "You'll just have to wait until lunch time. Can you meet me out by the clearing by the woods?"

"Yeah, sure, but why?" I asked.

"Because I want us tobe some place private, okay," he said and kissed me. I was a sweet quick kiss seeing as we were in the middle of the hallway at school. People were staring at us enough without us putting on a display like Butch and Buttercup usually did.

"Okay, Boomer, I'll see you later," I said as he walked down the hall to make it to his homeroom. Too bad we didn't have all our classes together, but then that might not be a good thing. It would be hard to concentrate on my studies with Boomer so close. The only time we really saw each other in school was at lunch and art class.

I got all my books out for my morning classes and walked to the homeroom. As I was about the walk in I felt someone grab my hand. I thought it was Boomer at first thinking that she just couldn't stay away from me.

"Boomer, you're going to be late for…" Then I turned around a saw who it was. "Joey, what do you want?"

"Oh, nothing, just wanted to see if you had plans with weekend," he said in a cool voice. "I decided I'd give you another chance."

"Forget it, Joey, I'm busy," I said and was about to enter the classroom.

Then I felt him grab me again. "Yeah, I know. Hanging out with that hood," he said. I saw a coldness in his brown eyes, and I wondered now what it was I ever saw in him. "Did you fuck him?"

I was shocked that he would ask such a question. "That's none of your business," I said and pulled myself out of his hold.

"You did," he said and laughed. "I always knew you were a slut."

I felt like crying at that moment, but the bell rang and I just bolted into the classroom and sat in the back seat. Blossom and Buttercup were already in the room and Blossom looked over at me seeing the distraught look on my face.

"Bubbles, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said. I was lying and I think she knew it, but still I said nothing.

I refused to talk during the rest of homeroom. I feared if I tried I would break out crying. After what Joey said I felt like I was going to lose, but there were too many people around. Plus I didn't want Boomer finding out that I was upset. If he did he would ask about it, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hide it from him.

The rest of the morning went pretty routine. I didn't have to see Joey, but I didn't get to see Boomer either. I couldn't wait until lunch time. Even before Boomer and I started dating he always knew how to make me feel better when I was down. I hoped he still had that talent.

I was curious to see what he had planned and was impatient for class to end so I could get to lunch. I was going to head to my locker first to get out all the books for my afternoon classes when head out to meet Boomer. I wanted to get that out of the way so I didn't have to worry about it. As I approached the woods behind the school I could see Boomer in the distance. He was already setting up what looked like a picnic. How sweet. A picnic lunch was just what I needed to take my mind off things. Already I was starting to feel better, and nothing was going to spoil my lunch date with Boomer.

Boomer's POV

I barely got things set up when I saw Bubbles approaching. I packed us both a picnic lunch, and we would have a quiet little meal just the two of us out by the clearing behind the school. As I looked up I was mesmerized. She was like a dream wearing her blue flower dress with the little lacy short sleeves and a shagged skirt that only showed a hint of her legs above the knee through its layers when she walked. She was a blue angel in my eyes, just minus the wings. I completely forgot about what I was doing as I just sat there and stared at her as she walked closer and closer. I didn't realize that she was standing over me until I heard her voice.

"So, Boomer, why did you want me to meet you out here?" she asked.

"Well, I thought we could have lunch together, just the two of us," I said as I reached up to take her hand. I had already spread the tablecloth on the ground and put out some plates and plastic utensils. "If that's okay."

"It's more than okay," she said as she sat on my one of the mat I laid out. I didn't want her getting her dress dirty. She tossed her school bag to the side and settled in. She had her legs crossed at the knees so the shirt of her dress flowed out. She looked like one of those girls on one of those turn of the century paintings. She had that young and innocent look about her, and in a way she was.

Sure, Bubbles and I had slept together, but it didn't make me think of her as any less innocent before it happened. I did have strong feelings for her, but I just didn't know how serious she was about me. All I knew was that I wanted to be around her all the time and for more than just sex, although she was quite talented when it came to that. She was so intoxicating, and I just loved being around her.

She was the kindest and sweetest girl I had ever known, and I was madly in love with her. I just didn't have the nerve to tell her so. I couldn't wait to start sketching her for the sculpture, but I was nervous about it. I feared she might change her mind when she found out what I had in mind.

"So I made your favorite," I said, "turkey and Swiss sandwiches."

"With tomatoes and extra mayo," she said excitedly.

"Yeah, just the way you like it," I said. It really got to me how she relished even the littlest things. I handed her the sandwich and she took a small bite. "Mmmmmm…." She said as she swallowed it down. God, I loved the way she ate a sandwich. I wanted to kiss her right then and there, but I didn't want to seem too forward.

"Would you like some orange juice?" I asked her.

"Yes, please," she said with a sweet voice. I poured her some in a plastic wine glass. I thought it would be more elegant than a simple paper cup. She giggled as she drank it down. "So what else do you have in your magic basket?" she asked me.

It made me smile that she thought that way. "Well, I made potato salad and chocolate chip cake for dessert."

"That sounds yummy," she said as I put some of the potato salad on her plate. I used red and white potato, not just because they looked more appetizing mixed together, but because I liked the taste of both, especially with the right mix of ingredients. She relished every bite. "That was really good. Now, how about a piece of that cake?"

"Whatever the lady wishes," I said as she giggled.

"What lady?" I heard someone say. I looked up to see a brown eyed boy with dirty blonde hair looking down at us. He had this snug look on his face. "Isn't this cozy?"

I rose to my feet knowing exactly who this idiot was. "What do you want, Joey?" I asked. There was a fire in my eyes and felt Bubbles behind me trying to hold me back.

"Just want to talk to the 'lady.', he said putting a smug emphasis on the word. "Or are you not into sharing? We could take turns with her, you know."

"Shut your filthy mouth," Boomer said, flying towards and beating him to the ground.

"Boomer, no!" I heard Bubbles shouting as she tried to get me off of Joey. "He's not worth it."

Suddenly I stopped and looked back at Bubbles who had a fearful look on her face. Joey got to his feet and just laughed. "You're such a fucking wimp," he said still laughing. "You deserve a slut like Bubbles."

I wanted to go after him again but I didn't have a chance. Bubbles flew at him and punched him in the face. His nose was all bloody and he had a look of shock on his face.

"Watch who you're calling a slut," Bubbles said, standing over him. "You're just a creep who was lousy in bed. I only wished I dumbed you first."

Wow! Bubbles could really pack a punch. Joey scrambled to his feet and took off. I could hear him crying in the distance. Bubbles just stood there with her head down. I wanted to comfort her, so I walked up behind her and tried to put my arms around her. She pulled away and instead put her head and hands, sank down to the ground and sobbed.

"Bubbles, please, don't cry," I said squatting down on the ground next to her.

She looked over at me, her eyes puffy and red. "Do you think I'm a slut?"

"No, of course not," I said and put my arms around her. "You're a sweetest, kindest more generous person I ever known."

"Really?" she said like she didn't believe me. I nodded and kissed her sweetly. "Thanks you, Boomer." Tears were still falling, so I did my best to wipe them away. I held her in my arms until she calmed down. Lunch was almost over, and what I wanted to be something private and romantic got ruined by that asshole Joey, but it was kind of a turn on watching her clock that guy.

"Bubbles, we better hurry if we don't want to be late for our next class," I said.

"Okay," she said as I helped her up. I led her back over to our picnic and cleaned up our mess. She got her things together and looked a lot calmer. "Here," I said and handed her the piece of cake. "You can eat it later."

"Thanks, Boomer, you're so sweet," she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. We walked back up to the school hand in hand. My only regret is that I didn't get to beat the shit out of Joey for talking trash about her. He got off easy this time, but next time he wouldn't be so lucky.

After school I walked her over to her job and we again stopped at the ice cream parlor for a few sundaes. After what happened with Joey Bubbles deserved a little pampering. Just us hanging out together was slowly becoming a ritual, and I was glad to spend some time with her just talking, laughing and sharing ice cold treats.

I flew back to my studio which was located in our cave hideout. No one knew this place existed. Brick had discovered it and thought it would be a great place to lie low whenever things got too heated. We didn't worry too much about the authorities since no prison could really hold us for too long, but not even Mojo knew about this place and we wanted to keep it that way.

Today I was going to show it to Bubbles. I could trust her to keep it a secret, and besides this was the place where all my supplies were. I got back about an hour before Bubbles was supposed to get off work. I wanted to make sure everything was ready. It took a while to go through my supplies, but then I realized that I was out of sketch pencils and I needed a new pad.

It was bad luck to start a new project on a used pad, and this one was the most important one I ever had. It was made even more so, because it was to be a statue of my Bubbles.

I went through all the things I needed and already had and then made a list of things I needed to buy. I could pick them up after I picked up Bubbles at the gallery. I didn't think she would mind a quick shopping trip, as much as she loved to shop she practically lived at the mall.

After leaving the cave hideout with my list in hand I gave Bubbles a call on her cell phone.

"Hello," she said. Even her voice sounded like an angel's.

"Hi, Bubbles," I said. "I'm on my way, but would be alright if we make a quick stop at the art supply store. It's right on the strip and we could get some food while we're there."

"Oh, sure, Boomer, that sounds great," she said. "I have to go now, but I'll see you in a little while, okay?"

"Okay, sure," I said. "Bye, Bubbles."

After I hung up I made my way down the streets, walking for once. When I was hanging out with Bubbles walking seemed like a wonderful way to travel, but right now it just seemed to make me bored. So I figured that it wasn't the walking that was so appealing but the company. Plus, walking was a lot slower. I looked at the time on my phone and realized I only had ten minutes before Bubbles got off work, so I flew the rest of the way, and even at a leisurely pace I was still five minutes early.

I waited outside the gallery sitting on the steps. I took out my list, checking one last time. I was half way down when I heard a voice coming from right above me.

"Hey, Boomer," came that sweet and familiar voice. I looked up to see a pair of sparkling blue eyes staring down at me. "Are you ready?"

I stood up throwing over my bag over my shoulder still holding onto my notepad. I couldn't help smile at her. "I am if you are."

"Sure," she said as I took her bag from her. Usually she would protest, but I think she was getting used to me carrying her things for her. We walked down the steps together and took off to the skies. She must have changed out of her earlier outfit, because she was now wearing simple blue dress pants and a white silk blouse that was a v-neck shape with flowing material on the sleeves. She also had on pearl white flat shoes. If she had still been wearing a dress there would be no I would let her fly.

We landed at the strip in a matter of minutes. I led her inside the store and grabbed a shopping cart. I placed our bags inside it, and we headed straight for the isle with the artists pencils and sketch pads. I picked up two pads. Knowing me one wouldn't be enough, and with a subject like Bubbles I could fill up one in no time.

I picked up a generous supply of pencils and other materials and we headed for the checkout. It felt funny in a way, actually paying for things, but it felt good too. I wasn't so nervous being in stores. Stealing was a rush. Don't get me wrong, but it was nice having a leisurely shopping trip without having to worry about making a fast getaway.

Most of the time when we would pull a job and I knew there was no way we could get away without drawing attention I would go along with it knowing the girls would show up. It was just another excuse to see Bubbles. Now, I had the best excuse. She was my model, and it was safe to say that we were dating. I dared not call her my girlfriend, not yet. That might scare her away, and that's the last thing I wanted to do.

After we were done paying for our purchases we walked out of the store. Wow! We actually walkedout and didn't have to run from security or anything. It was a strange new feeling, but one I liked. It was a feeling of freedom.

"So where would you like to eat?" I asked her.

"Oh, I don't know," she said looking around. "I've never been to this strip before. Is there anything you recommend?"

"Let's see," I said, thinking for a moment. "There's great Chinese place at the end of the strip. We could go there."

"Okay," she said. "I haven't had Chinese in a while, so it'll be a nice change." I took her hand as we walked down the strip together, but soon she stopped as I heard a gasp come out of her, and here I thought only I was the only one who could make her do that.

"Oh, Boomer, look," she said, pointing to a clothing store. The place was called Sassy Girl, so I guess it was a clothing store for teenaged girls. No wonder she so excited. "Let's go in." Her voice was excitable, but I really just wanted to get started on the project. "Please, just for a minute."

"Okay, but just for a minute," I said. I had this funny feeling that she had me wrapped around her little finger. That was fine with me, as long as I got to be around her I would have done anything she wanted.

She was even more excitable as she took my hand and dragged me into the store. Bubbles quickly headed towards the racks and rifled through the clothes. She didn't look too happy with the selections, and then I heard her give out a long drawn out sigh.

"Awe… This is just too adorable," she said holding up a sweater. She put it on right over her white silk blouse. "How does it look?" she asked me and spun around once very slowly with her arms stretched out.

It was a pale blue color with a teddy bear holding some balloons. It was cute and just Bubbles' style. "It looks nice on you," I said as she gave me a big smile.

"Great, because I think I'm going to get it," she said and pulled it off. She looked at the price tag. "It's only fifteen dollars, so I can afford it. Now, where's my wallet?"

"Don't worry about it," I said and took the sweater from her. "I got it."

"No, Boomer," she said, shaking her head. "I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Sure you can,' I said leading her up to the counter. "Doesn't every guy buy his girl presents?" Oh, shit, did I just say that? Did I really refer to Bubbles as my girl?

"Well, okay, but just this once," she said with a smile. Either she didn't mind me referring to her as my girl or she didn't notice. "If I let you do this all the time you'll end up spoiling me."

"I like spoiling you," I said as the cashier rang up our purchase. I plan to buy her lots more things even if she didn't know it yet.

We quickly walked down to Doctor Tso's after leaving the clothing store I learned of Bubbles obsession with dumplings when she ordered an extra helping. I let her order anything she wanted. The boys and I had plenty of money since Brick was good at investing, and we never gave up all the goods to Mojo when we did a job. Butch thought it was cool that we were being sneaky, but Brick just explained that we were building a nest egg for our future. We wouldn't be under Mojo's thumb forever, and we cut ties with Him long ago. All I could think about now was the future I wanted with Bubbles. I just hoped she wanted it too.

We flew together with me leading the way. She was blindly following me, and she trusted me. I had given her so many reasons in the past not to, so I didn't want to do anything to mess this up.

"So where are we?" she asked.

"You'll see," I said and pulled away a secret panel. Brick had built the computerized panel into the rock wall. The right combination would send a pulse and open the entrance, but punch in the wrong code and an avalanche of rocks will bury you alive. That was Butch's idea, but it was up to Brick to work out the kinks.

She looked amazed when the rock door opened. She was apprehensive at first until I took her hand. "Come on, Bubbles. It's okay."

"Alright," she said as we entered the long narrowed walkway. We always keep a lantern in the corner so I picked it up and lit it. Since the walkway was too thin for both of us to walk side by side, I let her go ahead of me. I used the panel to disable all the traps. It was fail safe Brick programmed into the computerized defenses. The place was safer than Fort Knox and we had less valuables to protect. Although I knew the greatest treasure was walking ahead of me.

She stopped when we came to the end of the tunnel that had two entrances. "Where to now?" she asked.

"That way," I said and pointed to the left entrance. "That one is just a dark pit."

"It's kind of scary here," she said as I led her through the entrance. I hit the switch to illuminate the room. "Wow! This is really cool."

It was just a normal living room with a couch, a few bean bag chairs and I rather large entertainment center. Brick knew how to pirate the satellite company to give us free cable. He also tapped into the utility companies so we had electricity and heat. This place was humble compared to Mojo's place, but it was ours.

"You like it?" I asked her.

"Of course I do, but what is this place?" she asked. I led her over to the red leather couch and offered her a seat.

"It's just our hideout," I said. I saw this look on her face like she was almost scared. "Don't worry, Bubbles. You're safe here, but could you make me a promise."

"Sure, Boomer anything," she said, and I knew she meant it even though she didn't know what it was.

"Promise me you won't tell anybody about this place," I said a pleading look on my face.

"Okay, Boomer, I promise," she said without even a moment's hesitation.

"So, how about we eat before we get started?" I asked. She was all for that as we dug into the food. We finished off the food in no time and I saw that look of nervousness on her face. "Something wrong?"

"No," she said. "I guess I'm just a little nervous." She smiled shyly as I rose to my feet.

"Come on,' I said and held out my hand.

"Where are we going?" she asked as I led her to a back chamber.

"My studio," I said. It's back this way." I made sure to bring the bag of art supplies. I walked her down a long tunnel to the room that was closed off by a curtain that had fabric that closely resembled cobwebs. It was a large room with all my past projects, some finished and some unfinished.

"So, where do we start?" she asked.

"Well, first I have to tell you something, and when I do you might change your mind," I said.

"What is it?" she asked looking skeptical.

"About the way I want you to pose," I said.

"Oh, yes, do you have something in particular you want me he wear?" she asked. She was really being naïve about this.

"Yeah," I said and walked over to one the cabinets and pulled out one item. It was wrapped in cloth and walked back over to her ready to show it to her. "I want you to wear this." I handed it to her and she slowly unwrapped it.

She gasped when she saw it. "Oh, Boomer, this is so beautiful." It was a mini tiara of white gold with tiny crystal and sapphire stones. I knew it would look perfect on her delicate head and would match her eyes. "And you want me to wear this?" she asked sounding as if she didn't want to believe me.

"Yeah, I would you to wear it but… only this,' I said and she gave me an odd look.

"What do you mean only this?" she asked. I looked away feeling embarrassed. "Oh, you mean without any clothes?" I nodded as her face turned blood red. "Well, if it's for art's safe… I… ah… guess I can do that."

"Okay, yeah, so the bathroom's through there. If you want to freshen up a bit, and there's a robe hanging inside. We can just ease into it, okay, until you're comfortable." Damn, I was acting more nervous than her. I don't know why. It's not like I never seen her naked before.

"Alright," she said. "I'll be right back."

I was sweating bullets, not because I thought she would change her mind but that she would agree to it. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my mind on the project. I just hoped I could control myself. Bubbles standing there naked, that was a huge temptation in itself. It didn't want her to think I only brought her here because I wanted to have sex with her again, although I wouldn't have minded it.

I got my things ready and in about ten minutes Bubbles came out of the bathroom. She was wearing my dark blue sink robe. It was a long robe stopping just above her ankles. Even this covered up she looked so tempting.

"Okay, I think I'm ready," she said, but she was looking down at the floor. I came over to her and saw her hair still in her usual pigtails.

"Let me see," I said. "I think you hair would look better down." She nodded as I took out her ponytail holders. I never knew her hair was that long, almost as long as Blossom's but it was in a natural wave that was so tantalizing. I took the comb and fixed a few stray hairs. "There, that's better." I grabbed the tiara and placed it gently on her head. It was like it always belonged there.

"What about my makeup?" he asked. "Do you want me to put anything on?"

"No, I want you natural," I said. "See." I turned her towards the mirror so she could see. She was smiling sweetly which made me smile to. "Come over here, and we'll get started."

"Okay," I said and took her hand and led her to a backdrop of a clear blue sky scenery. It wasn't important to the piece. It was just for focus. She stood there waiting for instruction but I took the liberty of untying the robe. She sucked in the air and looked in my eyes. "Do you trust me, Bubbles?" she only nodded as I opened the robe and slid it off of her. I could almost hear her heart pounding.

There were no words as I position her body with her hands raised and her feet partially off the floor. I had her pose on a slant with her hair pulled back with only two small strands of her gorgeous hair falling over her left breast.

"Perfect," I said and stepped back. I sat down in my chair and picked up my pencil and started to draw. She was so much more than beautiful, more than prefect. She would have put a goddess to shame. As I continued to sketch her I was slowly memorized every curve and every shadow of her beautiful body. She didn't make a sound as the time went on. Before I knew it I had completed my first sketch. "Okay, you can relax."

She let out a breath and grabbed my robe. I put down my sketch book and approached her. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, it was kind of fun," she said. She hadn't as of yet put the robe back on. My hand brushed up against her skin, and I realized she was cold. "I think I should go get dressed, before…"

Suddenly I stopped her. I took the robe away from her and held her in my arms. I felt her trembling. "Are you still cold?"

"No," she said looking up at me. "I think I'm kind of hot."

Yes, she was, and I couldn't control myself any longer. I had to taste her sweet lips. As I kissed her I heard a sweet little moan come out of her. I looked over at that clock which read 10:30. Good. Her curfew wasn't until midnight. My hand traveled down to her bottom and I couldn't help but squeeze it slightly. Her eyes got wide when she realized what I did.

"Why else did you bring me here for?" she asked.

I answered her by bringing my lips to her neck witch made her gasp. God, I loved that sound. "I want you, Bubbles."

"I want you too," she said almost in a whisper. With that I picked her up and carried her over the cot I usually slept on when I stayed here. I laid her down on it gently and began the process of removing my clothes, but I guess I wasn't doing it fast enough because she joined in. Once me shirt was off she couldn't help but glide her hands up and down my chest. That alone was giving me an erection. I couldn't wait to get my pants off and either could she as I felt her hands go down into my boxers. I helped her along and undid my belt letting my pants drop. She gave me a big smile as she went down on me. I kicked my pants off and laid there on the cot with her on top of me.

Oh, fuck, she had such a talented mouth. She licked me up and down softly with her hands and tongue before taking my cock in her mouth. She moved her position until her ass was in my face. Oh, god, she did that on purpose. I knew exactly what she wanted me to do. I brought her delicious pussy down to my face and parted her lips. I licked her gently as first, but it only prompted her to go harder on my cock, sticking the whole thing in her mouth. After that I gave her a deep hard lick with made her moan loudly and deeply. My dick was so hard and I wanted to be in her hot little pussy. I grabbed her waist as I moved to sitting position. I brought her close to me moving her into position. I brought her down gently as she sighed softly as I entered her.

"Oh, Boomer," she said, looking back at me as I kissed her lips. I wrapped my arms around her feeling her beautiful soft breasts as I began a rhythm. She gasped as I pumped in and out of her. She moved her hips around which sent a groan through me. I saw her smile at that. She knew just how to get to me.

"Now, you got me fucking horny," I said as I changed her position so she was on all fours.

"I thought you were already," she gasped out, then I rammed into her all the way. She cried out. "Oh, god, Boomer, that was so good."

So, she liked it rough. After that I pumped in and out of her at a fast pace. Hearing her screams get louder. One great thing about being underground is that no matter how loud you scream no one could hear you.

"Boomer," she said as she panted. "I'm going to come."

"Not without me," I said as I forced her to take me all the way in. She whimpered at that, and I wondered if I had hurt her. I felt myself blow inside of her as I felt her come at the same time. She was weak after that so I took her in my arms and cradled her. Her whole body was sweaty as was mine, and I showered her face with kisses. "I hope I didn't hurt you," I said as I caressed her face. "I'd never want to hurt you, Bubbles."

"Maybe a little, but I liked it," she said and giggled. She wrapped her arms around my chest and sighed. "So, do you do this with all your models?"

"No, Just you," I said.

"Good," she said, climbed on top of me. She felt around to my cock which was swollen again. "I think you ready to go again."

She was right. I grabbed her and turned her over on her back. She was giggling the whole time. I wanted a taste of those prefect breasts and licked them lightly. "Don't tease," she demanded as I took my hand and pitched one of her nipples. She let out a gasp as I continued to play with her taking her other nipple in my mouth and sucking hard. "Oh, fuck," I heard her said. I didn't know my sweet little Bubbles knew how to swear, but if that was me making her do that than before long she would have a mouth like a drunken sailor.

I parted her legs ready to enter her again. As I made her take me in and felt her legs wrap around my waist. Oh shit, this was good. For every thrust I sent her she thrust back with just as much force. Both our bodies were dripping wet but I had no intention of stopping, and at this point I don't think she would have let me. Never had I had a lover like her before, not that I had a whole lot, only a hand full, all blondes. For some reason I was looking for someone like her, but after having had her I realized there wasn't anyone like her. She was good, sweet and honest, but also wild and adventurous. I felt myself about to come again, but I was desperately trying to hold off until she did. Finally she did and held on tight to me. I blew inside of her a second time as she lay limp in my arms.

She sighed softly cuddling up close to me. "I guess this makes us a two night stand," she said and let out a little giggle.

I wondered why she said that. "Bubbles," I said as she sighed again. "I don't want this to be a casual thing."

She looked up at me. "What do you mean, Boomer?"

"I mean I want us to be together… like a couple, and not just sex," I said. "I want to be exclusive."

"I want that too," she said and smiled. She kissed me as I laid her back on the cot. I looked into her eyes and stroked her hair.

"You're incredible," I said as she giggled.

"Don't ever forget that," she said and looked over at the clock. "Oh, no."

"What is it, Bubbles?" I asked then I saw the time. It was 11:30. "I guess I'd better take you home."

"I can get there on my own," she said.

"No way,' I said as she sat up. "I'm not taking the chance of something happening to you."

"Boomer, I do have super powers, you know. I can take care of myself."

"But I like looking after you, so let me," I said and she smiled and kissed me. "Besides I'm not the type to fuck a girl and not take her home."

"Make love not fuck," she said. "Only strangers fuck, and we're not strangers."

She got off the cot and walked over to the bathroom. God, I loved it when she walked away, especially with no clothes on. The way her hips swayed back and forth, and the arch her back made as she took each step. She truly was a work of art, and she was mine. I was going to do everything I could to make sure it stayed that way.

Next up, the guys and girls go on their second date to the movie theater. Lots of romance and a little mayhem coming up.
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