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Love Rhapsody	By : TeenHero Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 6495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Powerpuff Girls
Love Rhapsody
By: Teen Hero
Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Laboratory, or the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, or any of the characters from the shows. I own any original characters in this story.
Summary: Bubbles is a little depressed. She feels like she's lonely. Blossom and Buttercup think she's crazy but she tells them they just don't understand. What's bothering the innocent Powerpuff?
Italics indicates speaking in another language or thoughts.
Bubbles Utonium sighed deeply as she watched her two sisters walk arm in arm with their boyfriends in front of her. Blossom was with a boy named Dexter who had recently moved to Townsville with his mother, father, and older sister Dee Dee. He was even smarter than Blossom was and she had even said Dexter had a lab that was just as well equipped as their dad's, if not better. Neither Bubbles nor Buttercup had believed that until Dexter had showed all three sisters his lab which was located, secretly of course, underneath his house. Buttercup was with a boy named Junior. Apparently he lived in the center of the Earth. He had strange demonic powers and had even helped the girls in a few battles but only at Buttercup's request. Otherwise, he'd have left it up to the girls. He wasn't truly evil but he wasn't really all that good either. He was somewhere in between.
The fact the two of the girls had boyfriends was a sign that they were growing up. Just recently the girls had their eighteenth birthday and they were now considered adults. They were in their last year of high school and the next year they would be off to college in Citysville. Among the many new privileges and responsibilities that came with the girls becoming adults, their father, Professor John Utonium, had finally allowed them to date unchaperoned. Blossom and Bubbles hadn't been bothered by that but Buttercup had fought the Professor tooth and nail on that rule. She had been dating the longest and was embarrassed out of her mind every time that she and Junior had gone out somewhere. Either one of her sisters had to be with her or the Professor himself. It was usually Bubbles who got stuck with chaperon duty, mostly because the Professor knew Bubbles couldn't lie to him about what had gone on. Bubbles's reasoning, however, was slightly different. She did it because she never went out herself.
Initially, that hadn't bothered Bubbles at all. She had never shown any interest in boys, other than just being friends, and was perfectly content just being around people. It wasn't until she had caught Blossom and Dexter kissing one night outside of the house that she had started wondering what it was like to have a boyfriend. It was just small thoughts at first, the first of which was she wondered what it was like to be kissed. She had asked Blossom what it was like but Blossom just blushed the same shade as her hair and started giggling. Bubbles then asked Buttercup what it was like but Buttercup just ignored her like she always did. Bubbles thought about asking the Professor what kissing was like but decided it was best not to. It had been embarrassing enough for the Professor when he gave the girls “the talk.” Bubbles didn't need to make it worse by asking him what certain parts about physical intimacy were like.
Wondering what a kiss was like was only the beginning. She began seeing romantic couples all over the place and how they acted around each other. She saw all aspects of relationships: emotional support, physical intimacy (only to a certain degree), fighting, heartache, and everything else that was involved in a relationship. She wanted it badly. More than she had wanted anything. She tried asking some of the boys at school out but she always froze up and it either came out as her only complimenting something they were wearing (she did that anyway) or she'd just pretend she forgot what it was she was going to say.
All those attempts and failure began to wear on Bubbles's self confidence. She slowly began to lose her trademark cheery and innocent nature until she became nothing more than a broody, depressed shell of her former self. Her family noticed this and tried to talk to her about it. She told them she was lonely and they said that she was crazy. They told her that they were always there for her and she had plenty of friends at school. Bubbles just shook her head and said they didn't understand. When they asked her what she was talking about, she just sighed and refused to say anything else. Despite Blossom's intelligence and Buttercup's ability to read people really well, neither sister could tell what was wrong with Bubbles.
This went on for several weeks and Bubbles began to get progressively worse. Pretty soon she didn't even talk to anyone anymore. The Professor sought the council of the girls' old kindergarten teacher, Ms. Keane, as she knew the girls better than anyone other than the Professor. Ms. Keane, unfortunately, had no more luck with helping the Professor with Bubbles problem than anyone else did. Not knowing what to do, the girls and the Professor just endured and kept trying to figure out how to help Bubbles, hoping they'd eventually find a solution.
Just before the girls reached their home, Bubbles decided she would go on ahead into the city. She voiced this opinion to her sisters, though she didn't say anything else, and just kept on walking. The girls and their boyfriends thought it was strange but they just shrugged their shoulders and went inside the girls' home once they got there. Blossom expressed some initial worry but Buttercup reassured her that Bubbles was a Powerpuff and that if there was anything she couldn't handle by herself, her sisters would be there in a flash to help her.
As Bubbles walked through the city, some of the citizens stopped to wave at her and shout praises at her. She ignored them, though they didn't seem to notice, and kept on walking. Eventually, Bubbles found her way into the park. She passed by a statue that the city had erected in her and her sisters' honor not more than a year ago. She paid it no mind and walked until she came to a tree. She went over to the tree, leaned against it, and slid down until she was in a sitting positions. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that day and closed her eyes, leaning her head back as far as it would go.
“Que? Is someone there,” asked a voice in a thick Spanish accent.
Bubbles was startled and jumped up. She turned around and moved to the other side of the tree which was where she heard the voice coming from. She saw a boy about her age sitting down. His skin was brown and his hair was jet black, cut short, and a little disheveled. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a gold chain around his neck that had a guitar charm on it. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His shoes were a pair of white tennis shoes with blue stripes on the sides. By his side was a wooden guitar and in his hand was a guitar pick. On the other side of him there was a white metallic stick that was red on the end. Bubbles saw this and realized the boy was blind.
“Sorry. I didn't know anyone was here. I'll go,” Bubbles said as she started to leave.
“Wait,” the boy called out to her. “Don't go. I don't get to talk to anyone very often.”
“O...okay,” Bubbles said as she sat down by the tree again. She moved so that she was closer to the boy and it would be easier to talk.
“What's your name,” the boy asked in his Spanish accent which Bubbles found intriguing for some reason.
“Bubbles Utonium,” Bubbles replied.
“The Powerpuff Girl,” the boy asked surprised but not so much that he shouted it.
Bubbles nodded before she realized that the boy couldn't see her and then replied, “Yes.”
“Well, it's nice to meet someone famous. I'm José Lopez. My family moved here from Texas not too long ago. It's been about a year I think,” José replied as he ran his hand over his guitar.
“You play the guitar?” Bubbles asked.
José nodded his head in response.
“But doesn't being...you know...make it difficult?” Bubbles asked innocently.
José turned his head in the direction he heard Bubbles's voice coming from and raised an eyebrow in confusion. After a moment, he realized Bubbles had probably seen his walking cane and made the assumption he was blind, which he was.
“No. Not at all. I've been playing the guitar ever since I was five years old. I've only been blind for about three years,” José replied as he plucked one of the strings on the guitar. “It wasn't too hard adjusting to playing the guitar blind. I could have played one with my eyes closed anyway.”
Bubbles giggled at that remark and immediately covered her mouth. She realized she hadn't giggled like that in a long time. Then she did something else she hadn't done in a long time. She smiled a genuine smile.
José smiled himself and got his guitar into a playing position. He started tuning it and once he was satisfied that everything was tuned and working properly, he turned his head in Bubbles's direction.
“Would you like to hear me play something,” José asked.
Bubbles nodded and slapped her forehead, realizing that José couldn't see her.
“In case you're wondering why you heard a slap, I'm slapping myself for realizing you can't see. I keep nodding my head yes to your questions,” Bubbles's said, thankful José couldn't see her face since she was blushing madly.
José chuckled and said, “It's alright. I'm used to it. At least you realize it right away. Sometimes it takes people a couple of minutes to catch on.”
“Yeah. Anyways, I would like to hear you play something...if you still want to,” Bubbles's said nervously, not wanting to impose on José.
“Not a problem,” José said as started to play.
The song that José played was slow but very beautiful. From what Bubbles gathered of the melody, it could have been a love song. She listened intently to the music as José played. She could tell that José was the type of musician that played his music through his heart and soul. The music seemed to captivate Bubbles and she became lost inside of her own mind. She had no thoughts and the only thing that she was aware of anymore was the music. Then José started to sing. It was in Spanish, but Bubbles understood almost every known language on Earth so she understood what he was singing.
Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help Falling in love with you
Shall I stay ? Would it be a sin If I can't help Falling in love with you ?
Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be
Take my hand Take my whole life too For I can't help Falling in love with you -Can't Help Falling In Love With You by Elvis Presley
Bubbles smiled as José finished the song. Then she started to giggle almost uncontrollably.
“That was just the Spanish version of 'I Can't Help Falling in Love with You,' silly.”
“You speak Spanish?” José asked.
“Sí, señor,” Bubbles said with a smile.
“That's nice to know. Not many people here do. It would be nice to have a conversation in my native language.”
“Would you like to talk in Spanish from now on?” Bubbles asked.
“Sí, señorita,” José replied.
“So who taught you how to sing and play guitar?” Bubbles asked.
“My papa taught me to play the guitar and my mama taught me to sing. She has a beautiful voice. Like an angel. Kind of like yours when you're speaking Spanish,” José replied. Bubbles blushed at the comment and was once again thankful José couldn't see it.
“I didn't make you blush, did I?” José asked. Bubbles only blushed a deeper red and said that she had.
“My apologies, Bubbles. I did not mean to embarrass you.”
“Oh no! It's alright. I don't really get compliments anymore, not sincere ones anyway,” Bubbles said.
“Why not?” José asked.
“Well, I do get compliments from my sisters and our dad, but they're family. They're supposed to say things like that to you. The only other person who has ever given me a sincere compliment was our kindergarten teacher, Ms. Keane. My sisters and I got to be real good friends with Ms. Keane and we still stay in touch with her. Kind of hard not to since our dad started dating her a few months ago. They had tried once before when we were still little but it hadn't worked out then. Now, they can't seem to get their hands off of each other.”
“That's kind of funny,” José said with a smile. “How come you don't get compliments, though?”
“Well, I'm not really sure. My sister Blossom has always been the pretty and smart one. My sister Buttercup has always been the tough one. Me, I'm just nice,” Bubbles said sighing.
“The world needs more nice people,” José remarked.
“I guess, but sometimes it just doesn't ever seem like being nice is getting me anywhere.”
“Bubbles, can I ask you something?”
“What do you want to ask me, José?”
“Can I see your face?”
“Huh? How can you see my face?”
“With my hands.” --Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley
“What?”
“That's how blind people see other peoples faces. We can get a feel of what they look like by touching them. It only really works for people who were born with sight and then went blind later, though. Otherwise, you don't have anything to go on from things you have seen before.”
“Oh. Well, I guess you can. If you really want to,” Bubbles replied.
“Thank you, Bubbles.”
José set his guitar on the ground next to him and turned to face Bubbles. He reached out with his hands to where he thought Bubbles's face was. He felt his hand contact with something and figured out it was her nose. He went from there, moving his hand up to her forehead, and then working his way down. The whole time that José was “seeing” Bubbles, she was very nervous and couldn't stop blushing. José could tell she was blushing this time since he could feel the heat radiating from her face. José finally came to a stop once he reached Bubbles's chin.
“What color are your hair and eyes, Bubbles?”
“I have blond hair and blue eyes.”
“If you ask me, you're the pretty one,” José said with a smile.
Bubbles blushed profusely at that, becoming so red that she would have put Him to shame.
“Well, Bubbles. I have to go or my papa and mama will be worrying about me,” José said standing up. He picked up his guitar and strapped it to his back then he picked up his walking cane and extended it to its full length.
“Bubbles, I really liked talking with you. Could we meet here tomorrow at about the same time?”
“Y...yes. I'd like that,” Bubbles said with a smile.
“Great, it's a date then,” José said as he walked away in the direction that Bubbles assumed his house or apartment was.
“A date? He can't be serious. He was just teasing me. Still, it'll be nice to talk to him again,” Bubbles said to herself. She took off into the air, deciding that she would get home the fast way, and sped off. In mere minutes she was on the steps that led to her front door. She opened it up and found Blossom and Dexter seated on the couch watching a movie. Buttercup and Junior were sitting on the floor doing the same thing only they were occupied with a gigantic bowl of popcorn as well.
“Hey, Bubbles. Glad to see your back,” Blossom said as she looked away from the TV screen to her blond sister.
“Glad to be back,” Bubbles said in her cheery and happy voice. She had a genuine smile on her face and she was practically skipping as she came into the house. All four occupants of the living room were shocked by this behavior as Bubbles had been a sulking and depressed mess not more than a couple of hours ago.
“Bubbles, are you alright,” Buttercup asked raising an eyebrow.
“Never better, Buttercup,” Bubbles said as she started to hum a cheery tune. She headed up the stairs to their room so she could start drawing. Drawing was a past time that Bubbles never gave up and she had gotten so good at it that she had drawn a family portrait of herself, her sisters, and the Professor, and given it to him for his birthday one year.
“Um, is something wrong with your sis? I mean one minute she's all depressed and the next she's as happy as...I don't know what. It's not her time of the month, is it?” Junior asked. Buttercup promptly slapped her boyfriend on the back of the head.
“No, it's not her time of the month and you'd better not ever ask any of us about that again. You do have a point though? Something must have happened in the city that made Bubbles her normal happy self again. I wonder what it was,” Buttercup addressed to everyone in the room.
“I don't know, but whatever it was, Bubbles will tell us when she's ready. It's obviously had a positive effect on her so we should just wait and see what happens,” Blossom replied as she returned her attention to the movie.
Buttercup just shrugged her shoulders and continued to eat from the huge bowl of popcorn that sat in between herself and Junior.
Well that was a good first chapter. I liked the way it came out. Sorry, no lovemaking yet, but I'll get to that eventually. I wanna build up the relationship between Bubbles and José first before I get into anything physically intimate. I mean, José is a gentleman and Bubbles is quite possibly the shyest person on Earth. Anyways, I hope you liked what you read so far. Please remember to review.
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