Boomer, Butch, and Brick

The Rowdyruffs were being dropped off at Mojo's for the weekend. HIM and Mojo hadn't spoken since the "Vamp Ray incident", which had been three days ago. HIM rang the doorbell, and Mojo answered.

"A letter for you boys," he muttered, "now off to your room so we can...discuss things."

"Yes," HIM chirped, "discuss things." The boys trudged to their room, with Boomer holding tight to the letter. Brick slammed the door, and hurled his backpack onto his bed.

"Who's the letter from?" He snarled, pulling out his Ipod.

"Yeah, who's it from?" Butch spat, hopping onto his bed and also pulling out his Ipod. Boomer gently opened the letter.

"It's from the Powerpuff Girls," he gasped, "and there are mini envelopes for each of us." He wordlessly tossed Butch and Brick their envelopes, and began to read his letter. It was written in bright blue crayon, with a few tear-sized wet spots.

Dear Boomer,

I'm sorry things didn't work out. I miss you. I hope you like the pictures.

XOXO

Bubbles

Attached were copies of the selfies he and Bubble's had taken. His mind was flooded with memories of the great time he had, and strangely, he wanted to keep the pictures and letter.

Meanwhile, Butch opened up his envelope, and took out a crumpled letter written in green marker.

Butch,

I hope you're happy. You're a jerk. Never gonna let you live this down.

-Buttercup

Butch almost laughed. Even in a letter, Buttercup sounded angry. Looking at the picture she sent, he remembered why he'd liked her in the first place.

Brick opened his letter gently. It was perfectly folded, written in red pen, in the neatest handwriting he'd ever seen.

Brick,

This was a mistake. I shouldn't have sent you this, but it's too late now. I regret giving away so much of my heart. You probably regret acting like a 'sissy'. But whatever. I'm moving on, and it was nice while it lasted.

Regretfully Yours,

Blossom Utonium

P.S I'm keeping your cap. I decided to leave my bow by the bench for you.

Four pictures fell into his lap. He had no desire to throw them away. Blossom could see right through him, but he could see right through Blossom.

"Do you guys remember all this?" Boomer asked.

"Let's not ever talk about this again," Butch declared, stuffing his envelope under his mattress so Mojo wouldn't see it.

"Yeah," Brick agreed, and flew out the window to find Blossom's bow. He gently picked it up, it was still clean and dry. Brick stuffed it into his pocket, and flew for home, swearing that never again would he be so careless.

"The Ruffs and Puffs will never be together," he vowed, "not ever again."

THE END!

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