Bubbles shifted in her sleep as her daddy's voice sounded through the door, trying to wake her up.<strong>" Ugh, oh.. no.. "</strong>she mumbled, opening her eyes, blinking lazily, it had been such a good dream, well, the boy in it was pretty. Over the years, ever since hitting puberty bubbles had become more and more obsessed with boys, though for some reason she seemed to lack the last bit of skill to ever get a boyfriend.<br/><br/>She got out of bed, sleepily, looking in her mirror, oh well, coudl be worse couldnt it? Apart from her hair sticking out in strange directions, the bags underneath her eyes, the lazy expression on her face, she looked much like herself. She grabbed her hairbrush and, woop, in a matter of seconds she had managed to win the war against her hair and was now looking.. well prettier than before. Bubbles was shy out of nature, and she didnt sleep in just her undies, she wore a kneelong, sky-blue night gown.<br/><br/>Well then, she guessed there wasnt much left to do right now, so, kazoom! And in the kitchen she was.<strong>" Morning! What a beautiful day, huh? "</strong>She walked over to her daddy, giving him one of those soft wet kisses on the cheek, and then to the table, taking one of the last two free chair sitting next to buttercup, well, atleast she wasnt the only feeling a bit tired this morning it seemed.<strong>" Butter, you'r drooling all over the table sweetheart. "</strong>she giggled, poking her sister.