Every girl dreams about her first kiss. Her first relationship. Her first everything. Bubbles Utonium was especially one of those girls, who imagined every moment and who squealed at the thought. She just didn't expect all her firsts to be fake. Blues. 100% Human AU. Loosely Based off To All The Boys I've Loved Before.

Rated T for Language and Sexual Situations.

I don't own the PPG

September 5th: Acute Differences

After paying her fee into the game, Bubbles winced at how loud and how bright everything was inside the football field. She didn't go to school games outside of Buttercup's occasional volleyball tournaments and even then her attendance for those were sparse. Sports never interested her aside from the cute boys that would litter them.

She had an interest in cheer-leading when she was in 9th grade but certain comments and teasing made her backtrack from it. Her self-esteem could only handle so many blows as it was and the toxic energy that surrounded the team she wouldn't dare associate with.

Maybe things had gotten better but she doubted it.

Turning her thoughts over into something different, refreshments crossed Bubbles' mind and she walked towards the concessions stands. Getting in line, she glanced at her nails not noticing, her worst nightmare slinking at her rear.

"Bubbles." A voice spoke from behind her and Bubbles felt her blood run cold as she turned around to face Brick. She gave a shaky smile, fake enthusiasm in her voice.

"Brick! Hi!" The excitement she bubbled didn't match the sickening feeling, she actually felt.

"Funny we live next door to each other and we haven't spoken for a while."

"I've been kinda busy lately. Sorry."

"I noticed- Boomer Jonas? Really." Brick gave a humorless chuckle and Bubbles began to gnaw on her bottom lip, her stomach knotting tighter and tighter. Saliva was gathering in her mouth so much, she felt like she was going to choke when she swallowed it back trying to find her words.

"He's a nice guy." She defended weakly, wiping her hand on her skirt every 5 seconds. Sweat seemed to be pooling on her palms even faster than before.

"Yeah for now." Bubbles let go of her skirt and clenched her fists, slightly agitated at the way Brick already seemed to be judging.

"Was there something you wanted Brick?"

"I wanted to know if we were ever going to talk about the letter you sent me." At the mere mention of the cursed item, she threw her eyes onto her phone. Bubbles searched for any reason to escape this awkward and claustrophobic situation. Even though it was barely pushing 7:30, she saw a crystal opportunity forgetting completely about the snacks she wanted to get. The actual reason she came to the concession stand.

"Oh, would you look at the time!" Pushing the phone into his face as some sort of proof, Bubbles yanked her hand down and let out a strained laugh.' My boyfriend is in the game and you know I can't miss that! Sorry to cut this conversation so short but Toddles!"

"Bubbles!" Ignoring Brick calling after her Bubbles picked up her feet as quick and as fast they would take her in the opposite direction of him, her heart slamming against her rib cage. It may have seemed dramatic for her to take off running from a guy she had known so long but the anxiety that was boiling her stomach as she spoke to him, overran into her feet and pushed her into becoming a track star.

She knew she couldn't face him.

That was the point of those stupid letters, so she'd have an outlet where she didn't have to face him or the feelings she had for her own sister's boyfriend. Bubbles probably would have kept running if she hadn't been stopped in her tracks by an arm gently grabbing her back.

"Whoa, Whoa Bubbles where are you heading too?"Julie Bean asked completely confused, snapping the blonde out of the existential crisis she was in.

"I just um-I thought I'd miss Boomer playing." She lied immediately. Lying was quickly becoming second nature and they were barely two days deep into their deal. She didn't like that.

"Things haven't even started yet so don't be so anxious." Thumbing back towards the bleachers, Julie gave a reassuring smile."Come sit with me and I can clue you in on some things."

"That'd be helpful, thank you so much!" Bubbles gushed following behind Julie to good seats in the front row.

"I've never seen you at a game before."

"I have a reason to come to these now." She spoke waving at Boomer who shot her a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. Julie flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave Bubbles the once over, her lips quirking into a sweet smile.

"I wouldn't think of Boomer going out with you but you guys are totally cute together."

"Um, Thank you?" Bubbles responded unsure if it was a compliment. Julie's next comment simply solidified her confusion.

"He most definitely has a type though."

"What do you mean?" Rolling her eyes as if it was obvious, Julie leaned into the blonde.

"Come on now Bubbles, you and Brat are practically identical."

"I wouldn't say identical-"

"Practically is what I said. I think it'd be obvious that the next girl Boomer goes out would look like her- all boys do that to be spiteful."

"Oh yeah." She attempted to sound casual and mask how comfortable she truly felt but it was clear Julie picked up on it.

"If I'm making you feel weird you can say so."

"You aren't, I just don't know how to respond." Reflexively she began to twirl her hair, busying her hands made responding easier."I'm really new to this girlfriend stuff anyway."

"You're doing leads better than Brat, I can tell you now." Slapping her hands on her face in some kind of revelation, Julie gave Bubbles an apologetic look. "You know what, I've brought her up entirely too much in our conversation. I am so sorry, I blurt out stuff without thinking sometimes."

"It's fine Julie- I mean his ex is going to be brought up inevitably right? No hard feelings."

'I wonder once I become his ex if I'm going to be mentioned this much?' She thought to herself wondering how weird it was going to be to refer to Boomer as her ex even when she knew they were nothing more than partner's in crime. This technically was her first relationship, so he'd count as a first ex right? The logistics were too mind-boggling for her to think about long term.

"Is that important?" Bubbles whispered to Julie who nodded her head as she clapped.

"GO, BOOMER!" Not wanting to seem unenthusiastic she screamed as loudly and excitedly as she could making the said boy turn at the wrong time. He was slammed into by the opposing team and Bubbles winced at the impact, slowly sitting down in her seat. Julie turned to her with a sympathetic look.

"You're supportive! Which is good! But like scream with everyone else so he doesn't get too distracted."

"Right, right."

Even though she thought the game would be boring, Bubbles became wrapped up in supporting Boomer taking account Julie's pointers and screaming at the right times. When it was finally over Townsville High winning 30-27, she was one of the loudest on the bleachers her heavy clapping taking up all attention.

She found herself subconsciously smiling at the huge grin on Boomer's face, his football helmet nestled against his chest as the sweat that pooled on his forehead dribbled down to his chin. Despite how tired he looked, happiness beamed from his whole being and his handsome face-

She had to stop thinking about handsome he was, even in the objective sense. It blurred lines that she needed to keep crystal clear.

She waited for him outside of the locker room.

"Sorry about you know earlier-" Before she could even finish, she was picked up into a tight bone-crushing hug and spun around.

"Are you kidding! That was perfect, Brat has never screamed my name that loud or given me that much support at a game."

"I'm glad, I'm playing my part well." Pushing him away from her squeamishly, Bubbles dusted her clothes off."But never hug me like that after your football games again. You're sweaty and disgusting!"

"Just for that, I'm putting all my hard-earned sweat right back on you."

"I'm going to runaway Boomer, don't do it!" Edging closer to her, Boomer wiggled his fingers and she shrieked no, sprinting from him. After chasing her around for a couple of minutes, he actually was able to catch Bubbles and squeezed her hard making her burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

"I wanted to mention that since we won the game- some of my football buddies are going to do a group outing tomorrow to celebrate."

"So a group date."

"Well people who also happen to date will be there so-"

"Boomer, I don't know if I'll be even up for a Group Date. Everyone suspecting us?"

"Please, I can't show up to an outing without my supposed girlfriend!" Dropping his hands to his side, Boomer begrudgingly began to grumble: "Also, Brat's going to be there with her new college boy toy, Ace." He then fake-gagged, pretending to dry heave at the thought.

"It won't be so bad- we can just say I got sick!"

"Only for you to show up the next day perfectly fine. I am literally begging you Bubbles! I will get on my knees here in public and I will embarrass us both if you don't say yes." Boomer gestured to the wide-open space where plenty of people were walking about willing to draw as much attention as he could.

"You will not."

"Oh yes, I will."

"You won't." She said sure, Boomer now hellbent on defying her. Stretching out one of his legs, Boomer took a hold of her hand and kept up eye contact as he got on the ground.

"What's that? That's the sound of me getting on one knee-"

"Boomer."

"There's another- I roll around in dirt all I day Bubbles so this is child's play to me."

"Boomer." She spoke again this time in a warning tone giving him serious stink-eye.

"Since I'm down here I might as well put the finishing touches with praying hands! Please!" Boomer gave his best puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip quivering as he dramatically made a show of begging to Bubbles.

"I'm going to stay on the ground until you say yes. It's apart of our deal. It'd also make me really happy which I know that you care about my happiness." Sighing loudly, Bubbles ran her fingers through her hair looking both ways before she yanked Boomer up to stand.

"You're just stacking up on the favors you owe me, mister!" She stabbed her finger into his chest and there went that beaming grin again that made Bubbles' stomach twist into butterfly knots.

"You're quite the gem, Ms. Utonium." He said happily placing a kiss on her knuckles. Yanking her hand away with heated cheeks, Bubbles rubbed off his kiss on his arm and linked their elbows.

"And you're quite the hard-headed rock, Mr. Jonas."

Tying her hair up into pigtails with two blue scrunchies, Bubbles twirled around in her full-length mirror contemplating her appearance. She pulled on her checkered shoes and glanced at herself again, making sure nothing was out of place. Her thoughts were scattered everywhere especially at how easily she caved when he asked her about the date.

It made sense for her to go since she was his "girlfriend" but it didn't make her feel any less anxious. Would they pick and pry her apart? Constantly compare her to Brat like Julie did? Mushing her cheeks together she peered at her reflection and noted that she did look like a replica of the girl. Maybe a softer more pastel version. Groaning loudly Bubbles rubbed circles into her forehead knowing she was overthinking this majorly.

It's one stupid group date. Just an introduction and then when she's inevitably around his friends once more

"So when were you going to tell me you started dating Boomer Fucking Jonas!?" Buttercup Utonium bombarded her sister the moment she got home from volleyball practice, kicking open the door to her room. Bubbles screamed loudly at the sudden intruder and held her hairbrush up like a bat, pretending it was a weapon. Her shoulders slumped in irritation at it just being Buttercup and she resumed her brushing.

"I like how you forget to knock when you come into my room."

"Answer the fucking question!" She demanded firmly making Bubbles scrunch her eyebrows together in perplexity.

"What are you even talking about?"

"Blonde, blue-eyed, slow-witted. You but with a dick. Boomer Jonas, ring any bells?" Bopping her sister's nose with the brush, Bubbles took huge offense to her words.

"Hey! You don't have to talk about either of us like that."

"Stop avoiding the question! When was I going to be let in on this, huh?! Me, your sister!?" Buttercup emphasized pointing towards herself repeatedly

"I didn't think you would care- Buttercup, I don't know why you're so interested in my love life all of a sudden? Don't you think stuff like romance is stupid?"

"Oh I do but since Blossom isn't here anymore for me to harass, you're the next best thing."

"You're irritating." She deducted, Buttercup grinning smugly as she easily bellyflopped onto her bed, laying her head onto one of Bubbles' heart-shaped pillows.

"Yet you love me."

"Sometimes I doubt it but okay."Swiping lip gloss across her lips Bubbles took a deep inhale of air turning to look her sister directly."Now that I know you know about us- He's coming over to pick me up for a date so I need you not to embarrass me."

"Jonas and I are acquainted, I'm sure he's aware of how I can be."

"Yeah but I'm still giving you the eye to be on your best behavior. It's crucial you be like a 20% version of yourself."

"You telling me not to be me?"

"20% less is what I'm saying."

"You sound so much like Blossom-" Buttercup spoke without realizing causing her to sigh in slight sadness. The missing Utonium that completed their trio made the house feel more empty than ever. Bubbles never thought she would miss her sister's excessive nagging and hard-pressed quotes but ever since she'd gone off to school and they didn't fill the air anymore, she felt a vacant space in her chest.

Blossom filled in that motherly role for the girls since their mother had long passed. She was their leader and the looked up to her in more ways than one, her kind and mature demeanor making her for easy comfort.

"I miss her."

"I miss her too-"Buttercup's clear admittance making Bubbles' slightly surprised. "Why'd she have to go so fucking far away? There's plenty of schools around here."

"You know Blossom, it wouldn't be like her if she didn't reach for the highest she could."

"Doesn't make her absence feel any less felt." The more she spoke about Blossom the more guilt began to fester inside Bubbles' stomach. Why was she lying so much just to save face, why couldn't she just be honest? She felt so lost and all she wanted to do was come clean to both Blossom and Buttercup, so they could give her any kind of guidance. Bubbles began to knaw on her bottom lip just to stop herself from spewing her guts all to her sister.

The doorbell downstairs rung and Bubbles inwardly blew a breath of relief. She walked to open the door only to be smacked back by her sister Buttercup with her own stuffed animal.

"I'll get it for you!"

"You will not!"Bubbles yelled back, scrambling up from the floor and bounding after her laughing older sister down the stairs only by an inch managing to knock her into the couch with her hip as they ran across the living room. She smoothed her hair and opened the door, with a bright shining smile.

"Hi, Boomer!" She said a little to enthusiastically.

"Uh hey- why are you panting?"

"Because she fucking sucks!" Buttercup spoke with a glare, propping herself with her palms up on the couch cushions.

"Oh hi, Buttercup."

"What are your intentions with my sister?" She demanded after standing up gaining her composure quickly.

"You are not our father, BC."

"Well he isn't here right now so I'm the next best thing!" She ignored Bubbels begging and whipped back towards Boomer, giving him a hard stink eye. "Answer me! What are you two doing?'

"Oh you know, just a simple date nothing more."

"No sex shenanigans!"

"I would never!"

"Another thing-" Sighing loudly in exasperation, Bubbles tugged on her pigtails.

"Buttercup please let us go- we've got something planned with his friends." Bubbles pleaded giving her sister fake sniffles.

"Okay stop it with the crocodile tears, Bubs. I'm tired from practice anyway, so I'll just let Dad know where you are when he gets in."

"Thanks so much!"

Waving goodbye the duo walked to Boomer's car, Boomer opening the door for Bubbles then sliding to the other side of his car and hopped in gripping his wheel before turning to her.

"Okay, so I need to prep you before we go on this date."

'Buddy, I've already preprepped myself as much as I could' She thought to herself but didn't dare say out loud deciding to simply play it cool instead.

"I've known these guys since elementary school, Boom. I don't think I need to be reintroduced."

"You know elementary them, 8-year-old you and 16-year-old you are two completely different people."

"Uh no actually, same name, same hair, and similar interests." With a snort Boomer raised his eyebrow at her nonsensical words.

"You're telling me you still rock out to Kidz Bop when you can?"

"I am most definitely telling you that. They get a bad rep but you can't tell me that their versions don't ignite feelings of nostalgia in you."

"And watch My Little Pony?"

"Pinkie Pie remains my favorite to this day." She said confidently placing a hand over her heart.

"So I guess I mean physically different than-" Stopping at the red light Boomer made a reference to her breasts on his own chest pretending to juggle them. Bubbles gasped loudly blushing a deep red and punched him several times in his arm.

"You're so childish!"

"Hey, you made me bring it up!" He laughed loudly, dodging all of her other attempts at violence. Huffing in playful irritation, she absentmindedly waved her hand at him.

"Ugh just finish what you were going to say before."

"My friends may come on a little strong when it comes to grilling and getting to know you but it's because they're used to Brat."

"And because they also care about you?" Taking it into quick consideration, he then rolled his eyes shrugging his shoulders.

"Sure some shit like that." Clasping her hands together, Bubbles batted her long eyelashes and gave a sweet coo.

"Awwww! I'll try to make the best impression then." After Boomer gave a soft chuckle, a comfortable silence rested inside the car. Up until recently, Bubbles hadn't been in silence that didn't hold at least bits and pieces of tension attached to them. Feeling slightly grateful her mind wandered to what he said before about them staying friends after everything was over and Bubbles hoped they'd stay true to what they said.

"Where are we going anyway?" She spoke up breaking the quiet.

"We're going to a karaoke bar."

"Seriously?! I haven't been to one of those in so long! I remember-" Before she could finish Boomer held up a hand cutting her short.

"Wait a second-You go out?" Sucking her teeth taking huge offense, Bubbles glared at him.

"Boomer, I have friends you know."

"Besides your sisters and Robin?"

"Yes besides my sisters and Robin." She repeated back to him monotonously pouting at him. "What do I seem antisocial?!"

"You aren't antisocial- it's just we're on two separate wavelengths when it comes to socializing."

"Don't try to sugarcoat stuff to me, you've already insulted me."

"You take everything as an insult!"

"I do not!"

"Okay, sure Babe." Bubbles blinked at the pet name, raising an eyebrow at its sudden appearance.

"Babe?

"I'm practicing before we see my friends." He said easily but his eyes wandered everywhere except her face. Despite having a slight tan, Bubbles could still tell when he was blushing and bit back her tongue from teasing him.

This had to go well. It had too. Looking outside of her window, Bubbles blew a loose strand of hair from her view, Boomer's still reflection appearing alongside her's on the glass. She couldn't put the mixed emotions she felt into words and the words weren't there anyway. This shouldn't have been as complicated as she was making it out to be but her heart was making decisions she didn't cosign on. Feelings that were long gone, should stay long gone.

At least that's what was her mantra.