You aggravate me. Irritate me. You get on my last nerve, you know. Then...then why can't I get you out of my head, Jack? Why do I find myself thinking about you're mischievous smirk and sly gaze when I should be finishing my English homework? Honestly, we're better alone, Jack Frost...but...I adore you, so I hope you're listening. (AU Highschool fic)

"And they just, give 'em to you?" Buttercup questioned. Bubbles shrugged, "Well, yeah." Follow along as Bubbles attempts to explain her horde of previously owned jackets tucked away at the back of her closet. "I promise I didn't steal them!" Bubbles defended, at which Buttercup rolled her eyes in response. "Yeah? Okay, go on, do tell."