“I’m not as dumb as I look!” Boomer shouted with anger, his eyes trained on the ground as he continued to glare at it.
“I don’t think you look dumb at all...” a small voice said.
Boomer looked to his side because that’s where the voice came from.
‘Woah,’ he thought, ‘she’s cute.” Not long after the thought, he grimaced. ‘Ew, a girl.’
He shook his head, and looked back at the girl who wasn’t that much shorter than him.
“You don’t?” He finally responded. He looked her up and down, before scanning her face to see if she was making fun of him in any way. But she wasn’t.
“No…” she trailed off, eyes shyly on the ground, looking at some squirrel who chewed on an acorn.
“I think you look nice…” she fumbled with her hands behind her back. “Well, I’m not,” He glared.
The girl in front of him slightly flinched when her eyes came up to meet his. Her eyes were almost immediately back on the ground.
“Oh…” she said, not sure of what to say. Boomer was confused to say the least. Did this girl not know who he was? What he was capable of? That he terrorizes the city every other day?
“Go get me some candy!” He blurted, remembering Brick’s orders from not too long ago. Her head snapped up at him. “O-Okay!” She turned away from him, and quickly walked to the nearest candy store, which wasn’t far.
Before she opened the door to the candy store, she turned back around, and marched back up to Boomer.
He looked at her with a confused face. Did she not hear me? I just said to get me some-
“What kind of candy do you like?” She asked. Boomer was stunned.
What kind of candy did he like? Yeah, he always eats candy, but it’s always the kind Brick or Butch likes. He tends to forget the names of it, so he shrugs.
“I dunno, what kind of candy do you like?” He asked, curious to see if he’d like her recommendations.
Her eyes lit up. “Jawbreaker!” She chimed, delighted. His eyes lit up too. “I like that too!” He smiled. Y/N gasped, “really?” “Yeah!” “Yay!” She squealed.
“Do you want cotton candy too?” “What’s that?” He asked curiously. “Isn’t it some sort of cotton ball?” He asked, seriously. She giggled at him, he tilted his head in confusion. “No, silly! It’s-” but then she registered his words for real. ‘Wait. It is sort of like a cotton ball…
“Wait, you’re right! It is sort of like a cotton ball!” She nodded, agreeing with him.
‘I’m right?’ He questioned himself. Boomer smirked, proud of himself. Of course I’m right! She was the first ever person to agree with what he’s said, and man, did it feel good.
“Yeah! It’s like a cotton ball, but it tastes good!” She explained, excited to taste some at the moment.
“We’ll, go get some!” He ordered, wanting to taste good cotton balls. “Do you want to come with me?” She asked, hopeful. He nodded with eagerness. “That’s a good idea,” he thought. “Yeah!”
The both of them made their way inside the candy store, filling up their cart with loads of jawbreakers, cotton candies, and more sweet candy. Y/N was sitting inside the cart as Boomer pushed it, knocking some lollipops on top of her, she giggled, letting it fall into the basket.
She was buried with candies, the wrappers making her neck itch a little, but she was fine, smiling. Having a great time. The cashier was keeping an eye on them the whole time. I mean, how could he not. One of the rowdyruff boys was in his shop, but nevertheless, he wasn’t calling for help.
That was until Boomer rushed out the store with the cart still in his hands. A dark streak of blue trailing after him as he made his escape. Y/N was screaming at how fast they were going. Boomer just smirked, enjoying the wind that was whipping past him.
In a matter of seconds, they were in a public park where more kids were playing. Colorful butterflies were fluttering their pretty wings, as the pretty calm birds chirped.
But Y/N was still screaming.
“Shh! Shh! It’s okay!” He tried his best at comforting her, and it worked. She stopped screaming.
She had just committed a crime.
“We were going so fast!” She exclaimed, trying her best to turn towards him, the candy surround her making it hard to do so.
Boomer gave her a small smile before helping her out of the basket. Effortlessly placing her on the brown wooden bench that had the perfect view of all the kids.
Soon, they were both seated, eating candies from the cart as they continued to talk.
“Wanna try the cotton candy?” Y/N asked, excited to share the same love for the sweet as so was Boomer.
“The good cotton balls?” He questioned. She giggled again, “Yeah!”
“Oh! Then, yes!” He nodded, watching her get up, and reach over the basket, digging for the cotton candy. She moved lollipops, suckers, bubble gums, chocolates, and more before she reached the blue cotton candy.
She chose the blue cotton candy over the pink because she thought Boomer would like the blue more. It reminded her the color of his eyes. Even though, the cotton candy wasn’t dark blue, it was still blue, and she thought he’d like it.
Boomer slightly bounced his leg, excited to taste the candy. He watched as Y/N opened the clear bag of the blue cotton candy. She softly tore a small piece for Boomer to eat, just in case he didn’t like it. 
She handed it to him, her fingers slightly brushing up against his fingers. She blushed, as she smiled, silently waited for him to eat it. 
Boomer plopped the blue cotton candy into his mouth as it melted on the center of his tongue. He hummed, satisfied with the taste. His eyes dilated, sweetness filling him. 
“Give me more,” he demanded, “a bigger piece,” he was craving for more sweetness.
She giggled, “Okay,” tearing him off a bigger piece, handing it to him. Then, she tore some off for herself.
After a while of silence, sharing the cotton candy, as they watch the other kids play. Boomer decided to break the silence. 
“So, how long have you been in Townsville?” Boomer asked, grabbing a jawbreaker from the basket.
“Not long,” she answered honestly, “maybe two weeks?” She plopped a red gummy bear into her mouth.
Well, that explains why she didn’t know who he was.
“Hey, I was meaning to ask, how are you able to fly, and…lift me up really high? Only my dad can do that,” she curiously asked. The only people she knew who could move at incredible inhumane speed, and fly were the-
“Stop right there, Boomer!”
Y/N flinched as she looked up to see the Powerpuff girls.
Boomers body tensed, as he looked up. He rolled his eyes, “What do you want?” He glared.
Bubbles was the first to noticed Y/N. She gasped, “what are you doing here, Y/N?”
Buttercup looked over at the said girl, “with him?” She finished Bubbles sentence.
”We’re hanging out,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders.  “ are you aware he stole the candy that you’re eating?” Blossom asked, sure that you didn’t know.
“No, she didn’t know,” Boomer answered for her, glaring at the red headed girl.
“I figured, now you’re coming with us to pay for your crimes!” Blossom exclaimed, her body ready for a fight because she knew he’d refuse.
“No! Don’t hurt him!” Y/N’s shirt legs jumped up, and ran in front of Boomer, protecting him. “I won’t let you take him!” She held her arms out, guarding him.
The girl’s gasped, surprised by Y/N’s actions. “I-I’ll pay for the candy.” Boomer stood silently behind Y/N, watching her defend him. It was nice to see someone stick up for him. It warmed his heart. It wasn’t something that happened often.
Sure, Brick and Butch always defended him when it came to other people, but that was because they had to. They’re his brothers, of course they have to.
But the way Y/N did it, it was an action that was filled with care and determination.
“Y/N, I’m sure you’re not aware of who he is-” Blossom started, ready to explain the mistake you’re making.
“He’s my friend! And you will not touch him!” Y/N exclaimed. His heart warmed at that. Friend. She quickly turned around to face Boomer. “Run, Boomer! Run away!” She pleaded. 
She was aware of what the girls did to people who committed crimes. She didn’t want that happening to Boomer, her eyes watered. Boomer became angry, he didn’t know why. All he knew was that the Powerpuffs made his friend cry.
“They’re gonna hurt you, Boomer!” She cried more. “Please run!” She exclaimed.
The only way for her to stop crying was if Boomer got out of sight, and away from the girls, and so he did just that.
He bolted away, a dark blue streak trailing behind him. He’ll find her again.
