A/N: Nicky: I finally got time to do this story! Yay for me! Anyway, this story is about a girl named Bobbie that just lost her parents and has to go live with her older cousin, another OC of mine, Brianna (Mostly known as Bri). Bobbie is five years old, while Bri is about fifteen. Anyway, I don't own The Power Puff Girls, but I do own Bri and Bobbie. ON WITH THE STORY!

Bobbie's P.O.V.

I looked down at my feet as I held my stuffed teddy bear and the nice fireman walked over to his boss. I heard the nice fireman say, "They...didn't make it Sir."

"What?" His Boss asked, "The girl's parents didn't live?"

"No sir. She's an orphan now," The Fireman told him boss.

Orphan? This whole mess was all my fault. I was left in the kitchen alone for a few short minutes. I didn't mean to make that cloth catch fire. I dropped it, and...and my kitchen caught fire. Then my clothes. I ran out of the kitchen and rolled around on the floor until the fire on my clothes was put out. When I looked around, my entire house was in flames. My lungs kept filling with black smoke. I opened my front door, but collapsed before I could take anymore steps. The nice fireman found me with my sneakers and the ankles of my jeans burned off.

"Honey," The nice fireman said walking over to me, "What's your name sweetie?"

"Bobbie. Bobbie Madison," I told him.

"Okay Miss Madison," The boss said, "Do you have any other relatives? Aunts? Uncles? Grandparents?"

"Both my sets of grandparents died before I was born. My mommy was an only child. But my daddy had a brother. But, my uncle died of a heart attack, and my aunt died from depression," I told them.

"Oh. Uh, any cousins?" The nice fireman asked.

"Yeah! My cousin Brianna Madison! She's really nice! You'd like her!" I exclaimed, smiling.

"Okay," The boss said grabbing some paper and a pen, "Where does she live?"

"She lives in...um...Townsville! That's the name! The City of Townsville!" I exclaimed smiling.

"Australia or North America?" The nice fireman asked.

"North America! A few cities from Pasadena, California," I told them.

"Okay, that's only a few states away. Baxter, will you take her there?" The boss asked.

"Well, I don't know," The nice fireman, Baxter, said, "She's only five. Maybe we should fly her there?"

"That does sound like a better idea," The boss said, "I approve, but you still have to take her there."

"Fine," Baxter agreed.

A few hours later, I was on a plane with my trusted teddy bear, Rosie.

The next day, a white haired teenager in a black dress with a white belt sitting on her waist was picking me up at the airport. My cousin, Brianna Madison(although most people call her Bri), was an albino teen. Her hair completely white, and her eyes were pink. Her skin was very pale. Like a vampire's skin. She likes the colors black and white, so that's what she wears. A black dress with a white belt sitting on her waist, and tall black boots that go to just past her ankle. She wears black leggings under her dress so boys don't (and I quote), 'look up her skirt'. Whatever that means.

"Bobbie!" She exclaimed, picking me up and twirling me in the air.

After Bri had put me down, I said, "Do you have a car yet?"

"No, not yet. We got to walk a few miles to get to my house," She told me.

"Aww," I said.

"No worries. If you little legs get tired, I'll carry you back to my place," She told me.

Bri's P.O.V.

I straitened the dress that went to just past my thigh. If any guy so much as glances at my bottom, I'll beat the stuffing out of him!

I looked down at my young cousin. She's only five, and she's an orphan. At least I got a few years of time with my family, she only got five years. That's not a lot of time. It looked like my little cousin was sleepy, so I picked her up and said, "Come on. I'll carry you the rest of the way Bobbie." I only had another few blocks to walk, so I didn't mind. Partially. I had to walk by the dump, so the smell was intense! It felt like my nose was going to melt off. Yeah. It smelled that bad.

"Note to self," I muttered, "Start buying clothes pins."

"Bri?" Bobbie asked, half asleep.

"Yeah?" I said.

"What does my room look like?" Bobbie asked.

"Well," I said to my young cousin, "It's orange, your favorite color, last time I checked."

"Yeah. Still is," Bobbie told me, yawning at the end of her sentence.

"Good," I said, "I don't want to be wrong."

"Thanks for taking me in," Bobbie muttered.

"You're my five year old cousin. You're the only family I have, and I'm the only family you have," I told her gently, "I love you."

"I love you too," Bobbie told me. I stopped dead in my tracks. No one has told me they loved me since...since...um, never mind.

As I kept walking, I noticed Bobbie finally fell asleep. She kept moving in her sleep. "Rosie!" Bobbie exclaimed, bolting up.

"What? W-who's Rosie?" I asked. Did Bobbie have a sister I didn't know about? Did I forget her at the airport in Citiesville?

"My teddy bear!" Bobbie exclaimed, "Rosie's my teddy! I need her to go to sleep!"

"Aw, great!" I muttered.

I was only two houses away from mine, so I just kept walking to the house. I unlocked the door, and brought Bobbie to her room. I lied her down in her bed and Bobbie said, "I need Rosie to sleep!"

"I know, I know. I'm going out to get her now," I told Bobbie as I walked out of the room.

I grabbed a flashlight and headed backwards from our journey. "Rosie," I muttered, "More like a pain in my butt, that bear is."

Finally, I arrived at the dump. I shined my flashlight across the walkway, and there, in the middle of the walkway, was a stuffed teddy bear. I could see why Bobbie called her teddy Rosie. Rosie had a rose design stitched into her stomach. I picked Rosie up and said, "But how did she get here? I could have sworn Bobbie was carrying Rosie after we passed the dump." I picked Rosie up and said, "I remember when I had a toy like you Rosie. Her name was Ann, and she was my best friend." I started to walk back to my house. I coughed deeply. "The cold's getting to me," I muttered.

I opened the front door, closed it again, and locked it. "Bobbie," I called walking through the house, "I found Rosie!"

The orange eyed girl ran out of her room, grabbed Rosie from me, and ran back into her room. Nobody knows how Bobbie got her orange eyes. She was just born with it. Maybe her genetic code messed up her eye color. My genetic code says I'm albino, and I like that part of me. I like having white hair and red eyes, no one else in town has white hair. I like whatever part of her code made her eyes orange. It makes her just as special as me.

A/N: Nicky: Yes! Finally done!

Bri: Good for you!

Nicky: Did I leave the door to your story open again?

Bri: Yeah. I'll close it when I leave.

Nicky: Fine. Hoped you liked it! Review!