Hey There! I'm actually alive, just very busy with school, senior year is killing me. This is a one-shot for the blue couple (now three stories about them in stock... [- _ -U... good to know my fav couple is BlossomxBrick]) to get inspiration for a drawing and to kill my writer's block.

Disclaimer: As always NOTHING in this FAN written story belongs to me.

WARNING: Very mushy-mushy lovey-dovey stuff...

Yours

"Calm down Bubbles! You look gorgeous!" Buttercup yelled at me as I added one more layer of make up on my face.

"Let her be Buttercup," Blossom laughed her cherished smile as I looked in the mirror and made sure every curl was in place. "This is her wedding after all,"

Buttercup humped wrinkling her nose and walking out the room. I allowed a small smile to form on my scarlet lips knowing my sister well enough to tell that she was experiencing the same bittersweet butterflies in her stomach as I was. I was about to leave them, my past, my family… my sisters, the people I had grown up with and shared most of my greatest moments with, to be with the man I loved the most. Suddenly, all of our childhood memories started flooding my mind as my eyes started to water.

"No, no, Bubbles, don't cry," Blossom hugged me with that motherly hug only she could give me, only causing me to want to cry more. "You're going to ruin your pretty make up and you'll have to start all over again."

"And the paparazzi wouldn't like that," I sniffled. My wedding had become a complete scandal for being the youngest of the three and a superhero.

"Buttercup wouldn't like that," Blossom smiled making me giggle. I was sure going to miss my sisters and our moments. "Come on! Get in your dress before Buttercup simply wraps it around your body like a robe."

"In that case, I should hurry," I said giggling and cleaning my eyes in a way that I hopefully didn't smear my eyeliner.

"You probably should," she said and hugged me once more. "I'm going to wait with Buttercup before she loses her patience and goes in a rampage."

I smiled at her and she walked out the room shutting the door behind her. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and stared at my light blue eyes. My soon to be husband, Alan, said the first thing he loved about me were my eyes. He said they were a pretty color and keeps reminding me of that every time I gaze into his eyes.

"I love your eyes, they're such a beautiful color and when I look at them I think of a beautiful sunny day with a beautiful blue sky."

I looked back at the beautiful white dress that was lying on my bed. The strapless gown had a modern bubble hem, the classic design had a fitted bodice and flowing skirt, with delicate floral lace accents throughout, the crushed crepe material gave the gown a beautiful texture and depth. Looking at it should make me the happiest girl in the world since my sisters had been there to help me pick it, and, after all, it was in this dress that I was going to tie my life with a man in. But it suddenly was just a pretty dress on a messy bed.

Alan was such a gentleman to me, he always listened to my problems and he was always there for me. I know I could trust him, and he would always understand when I had to finish our dates early because a monster was about to destroy the city. But even then, I still couldn't say the three magic words that were supposed to come out of my mouth easily and full of emotion.

"I love you," I whispered, but the words were empty. His kind smile and attentions couldn't fill the words.

I looked down at my hands feeling guilty. He had told me plenty of times before that he loved me and that he wanted to marry me because he wanted to have a family with me. But I could never reply back. I would always leave him waiting for those three words to come out of my mouth.

Why was I marrying him, then?

I sighed and looked up at my reflection again when a powerful hand covered my mouth while the other wrapped cloth around my eyes, most likely ruining my makeup. I was lifted up into two strong arms and I knew I wasn't in my room anymore.

"You can open your eyes now,"

"I don't want to see your face," I barked feeling the cold hard floor underneath my thighs. I was still on a bathrobe.

"Grumpy, are we?"

"Shut up!" I yelled opening my eyes for the first time in twenty minutes, "why don't you give me my powers back and leave me alone?"

"Why would I?" his rough velvet voice made something cold go down my spine, "There's nothing any more fun that to ruin the wedding of the person you hate the most."

"You're such a terrible person!"

Without my super vision I could hardly make out what was in the room, but as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could start making some things out. There were what seemed to be beer cans on the floor and the place was vast and empty, like a storage building or something of the same sort. His brow was puckered in a deep frown and he had something rolled in his hands. A smirk adorned his hard face as his index finger tapped on whatever he was holding.

"Thank you," his smirk grew wider.

I looked at him with hate, something I don't usually do because I really try not to hate people but Boomer was obviously making this harder for me.

"Why can't you just leave me alone for once?" I felt my voice shaking, "what did I ever do to you for you to hate me this much?"

There was a long silence. I could feel the tenseness in the room rise as tears started rolling down my cheeks. I hid my face behind my hands and my messed up curls and allowed a sob escape my mouth. I heard him shift from where he was and the sound of his steps as he walked towards me crushing cans in the way. He stopped and stood in front of me towering me. I was too ashamed to look up at him and I had to save whatever dignity I had left.

"Do you really want to know why I hate you so much?" he asked, venom seemed to envelope every word.

I nodded and at the same time he dropped something in front of me. I sniffled and got my hand out of my face so I could see what he had dropped. To my surprise, it was a magazine. I picked it up and the first thing I noticed where the big yellow letters announcing my engagement. I looked up at him confused and noticed he was looking at me with a straight face. I opened the magazine and all the pages where ripped out, all of them but the article on my engagement and some paparazzi pictures of when Alan gave me the ring.

"That's why I hate you," he hissed breaking the silence between us.

I blinked and stood up still not understanding anything at all, "why?"

He grunted, "You really are the stupid one," he grabbed my forearms and pulled me closer to him, the smell of alcohol soon flooded my nostrils. "I hate you because you would pick him over me,"

Now I was really confused, "I don't understand…"

"Bubbles..." he grunted annoyed, "I love you,"

Was I hearing things? "W-what did you say?"

"I love you," his voice had turned softer, "since your freshman year of high school. I can't explain why this had to happen or why you. Maybe fate is playing a really sick joke on me, but when I look into your eyes I can see the good in people. Being next to you makes me feel like life is actually worth living."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"So people would hurt you?" he let go of me and stepped back, "I'm a criminal, Bubbles, and you know that well enough. If I had said anything before and if, for some strange reason, you had actually accepted me, how do you think your sisters would've reacted? If, of course, they had even accepted it."

"I can take decisions for my own," I said feeling turmoil in my stomach, "I don't need my sister's acceptance either, I'm not a baby for crying out loud!"

"You would've suffered a lot-"

"You don't know that!" I said feeling frustration building up inside of me as more tears rolled down my cheeks. "You don't know for how long I waited for you to tell me this!"

"Excuse me?" he was obviously confused.

"Boomer… I love you too…" the words caused a pain that I couldn't understand, "but it's too late..."

"I know," he whispered looking away.

That's it? All I get is an 'I know'? Even though I told him that I loved him and actually meant it, he's giving up?

I let out a breath to calm myself down a bit more. Tears weren't running down my cheeks anymore and I was a bit more under control of myself. "Why did you tell me this now?"

He sighed annoyed, "I told you, I didn't want you to get-"

"No, I mean, why now?" I felt frustration take over me again, "Why two hours from me saying 'I do'?"

"Because I had to tell you at some point," he shrugged as if the time didn't matter to him as much as it did to me, "I didn't want to tell you after you got married,"

There was silence between us again; I looked into his dark blue ocean eyes to realize the mistake I was in.

"Maybe it would've been better if you hadn't told me anything," I whispered.

Pain flashed in his eyes and his expression soon turned into a deep frown, almost a glare. He wrapped one of my arms around my waist and the other hid under my hair taking a good hold on the back of my neck. His facial expression then softened. He was looking at my eyes and they traveled down to my lips and he stared at them for a few seconds, to then look back at me in the eyes as if asking for permission. His face got closer to mine, our lips inches away from touching.

"Maybe you're right," his lips brushed softly against mine, "It was selfish and stupid of me to wait for so long, but I just wanted you to know, my heart will always be yours…"

Time stopped, everything turned dark, and suddenly the only thing that mattered to me was having him by my side. His words sent a shockwave through my body as I waited for his lips to completely meet with mine and ease the confusion inside of me.

But that never happened.

"Bubbles, what are you doing in the basement all on your own and in the dark?" my father's voice brought me back to reality.

He turned the lights on and then started walking towards me. I looked around and noticed that everything was normal. There were no cans on the floor and all of the Professor's things were arranged in its normal order. If it wasn't for the ripped magazine I had forgotten I was holding, I would've thought this had been all a dream.

"Bubbles, are you alright?" my father asked embracing me.

"I'm fine, dad," I said crushing the magazine in my hands.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I answered plainly.

My father let go of me and looked at me with a concerned look on his face but with a sweet smile adorning his lips.

"What's that on your hands?"

"Nothing," I answered throwing the magazine as far as I could, "it's nothing important."

"In that case you should finish getting ready," he caressed my cheeks with the softness only a father could have, "Alan is waiting for you."

He bit his lower lip and I could tell by the puckered brow and watery eyes that he wanted to cry just as much as I did. He sniffed and, holding my hand, we walked upstairs to the living room and I flew to my room to finish getting ready.

I grabbed the dress and put it on as quickly as I could and sat in front of the mirror again. My eye shadow was messed up and so was my not-curly-anymore hair. I sighed and quickly straightened my hair, which wasn't very hard since my hair now looked wavy instead of curly, putting it in a bun and quickly did my makeup hoping for a soft smokey look. Soon I was out of the house with my sisters and my father in a car on our way to the Hamilton Hotel, the place Alan picked for us to get married at.

I was finally walking down the aisle, my father walking next to me at the tune of the music, my arm wrapped around his. The groom was at the end of the aisle, his brown hair was sleeked back, his brown eyes were shinning with what seemed to be expectation, and his perfectly white teeth shone in a warm smile. Still, I couldn't take Boomer's face out of my head.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" My father asked halfway through the aisle.

"Of course," I whispered a bit shocked at his question.

"You can't lie to me," he said making me look at him in amazement, but before I could say anything to him, we were standing in front of Alan and the priest.

My father hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead to then turn to Alan.

"You are a lucky man," my father said to Alan, I could tell by the Professor's shaky voice that he was fighting back the tears. "You better take good care of her and make her the happiest woman in the world."

"I will," Alan gave a firm nod and soon my father left to sit with my sisters.

"We will now start the ceremony," the priest announced as I entwined my fingers with Alan's.

"You look gorgeous," he whispered.

"Thanks," I replied not bothering to look at him.

I was trying hard to listen to what the priest was saying, but Boomer's words still echoed in my head. The time came for us to recite our wedding vows; I went first because he had wanted it that way. I recited mine in a lyrical voice as I had practiced days before, but none of the words had the sweet taste of happiness they used to have when I first said them. In contrary, they were sour, leaving a foul taste in my mouth. When I was finished, Alan started his wedding vows first mentioning what he thought and loved about my eyes.

"When I look into your eyes I can see the good in people."

I bit my lip and faked a smile when he said that he was willing to go to the center of Earth for me, if necessary.

"Being next to you makes me feel like life is actually worth living."

Then the moment of truth arrived.

"I do," Alan said smiling his bright warm charming smile at me.

The priest then looked at me, "Bubbles Utonium, do you take this man to be your faithful husband?"

"My heart will always be yours..."

The End

Short and sweet. I know you guys must hate me because this story is lame, short and had an interrupted ending, well I did that on purpose (only the interrupted ending) I want to leave it to your imagination if Bubbles says 'I do' or not and goes with Boomer instead. Also, if you happen to have any of ideas for any of my fics I would love to hear them. I still have that writer's block...

Take Care Everyone!