"I swear," Blossom muttered, wrapping her long red hair up in the towel she had been using to dry off, "you have more hair products than I do." She opened the bathroom door, letting the steam drift out. The girl shivered as a blast of cool air hit her, causing goosebumps to ghost up her arms and legs. She was dressed in an oversized t-shirt and too-big shorts, but they were the closest to fitting her. "I hope you won't mind, I used the last of your conditioner. I can get you some...more..."
The words on Blossom's lips died as her pink eyes met-not the red ones she was expecting. The green eyes were attached to a smug face that turned Blossom's stomach. This wasn't good. She was supposed to have gotten out of there before any of the others returned home. "Crap."
The boy's smirk grew in size and self-satisfaction, "Oh, I'm sure big brother won't mind one bit, sugar. Not with you dressed like-"
Suddenly the boy was shoved in the head by another, his dark red hair pulled back in a low ponytail. "Shut it, Butch. Just because you can't get your mind out of the gutter for five minutes, doesn't mean the rest of us live there. It's not like that. Nothing happened. Not like it would."
Though Blossom was glad of Brick coming so quickly to her defense, part of her stung at his comment. The girl didn't want him to have thought of her like that, but every girl wanted to be wanted. Especially by the guy she had been crushing on for years.
"What are you doing here, anyway?" The voice belonged to Boomer, the youngest of the trio. Blossom hadn't even noticed the blond laying back on the couch. He looked somewhere between expectant and bored, like he wanted to know the answer, but not really that badly.
"I fell," Blossom admitted. The two newcomers looked at her skeptically; after all, they knew what she was. "Into a vat of chemicals," she continued. "I have no clue what it was, but it...um, ate through my uniform."
"You're telling me," Butch turned to Brick, "that a hot, naked chick-no offence, Blos-showed up on our doorstep any you just, what? Let her use the shower? Come on, man! Think of the missed opportunity! Again, no offense."
"No," Blossom said, sardonicly, "please, go on."
"Please, don't," Brick growled, shoving his brother again. He pushed past the boy and held out a pare of dirty, red sneekers that looked to be about her size. What, did this guy save every scrap of clothing he ever owned?
"Thanks," she murmured, taking the shoes. She squatted down to pull them on, being careful not to accedently flash anyone in the room. "I best be off, the girls might get worried."
She stood and took to the air. Or she tried to, at least. Nothing happened. Okay, that was odd. Giving a little jump, she tried again. Nothing.
Everyone was now watching her, a different expression on each face. Butch's smirk had been wiped clear off, Boomer was now analyzing her intently, and Brick looked panicstricken. Blossom swallowed hard.
"I-I think I know what chemical was in that vat," the girl said in a shaky voice.
Brick pressed his lips together, nodding once. As much as the next words pained him to say, he knew it was true.
"Chemical X."
