Blossom wakes up with a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, she sat up and noticed both her sisters were fine and asleep in their own beds.

Even at sixteen the girls shared a room, they did at one time try to do the separate room thing but the girls suffered from separation anxiety and sneak in Blossom's room to sleep. So, Professor made Bubbles old room into a music and dance studio, Buttercup's room into video gaming and work out room, and Blossom already had a library. Each girl had their own domain.

Blossom got up and got dressed, she pulled on a pink fluffy top that had three things of elastic going around her belly letting it flow at the bottom and a pink skirt that matched before slipping on black flats. The skirt was long and the shirt only had a small V-neck. She has always been modest about her clothes. She was about to straighten her long hair when she noticed blue covers stirring. "Morning Bubbles."

Bubbles sat up slowly, her blonde hair sticking up on one side. "Morning Blossom." She said with a soft smile before slipping out of bed, picking her inhaler off her bedside table and shook it. "Remind me to get my refill?" Bubbles said sitting the inhaler down before rummaging through her side of the closet. Bubbles chose a sky blue spaghetti strap shirt that she could wear a blue pull-over sweater with and a pair of white shorts an inch above her knee and blue flip flops.

"What do you think about the boys being back?" Bubbles asked as she moved to Blossom and straightened the back as her sister applied lip gloss.

"I think..." Blossom sighs glancing over at the tiara given to her, "I think we need to give them a chance." She glanced up at Bubbles through the mirror as her sister pulled her hair up, "We also need to tell them if they want to be heroes then no taking 'appreciation gifts'." Blossom said with a sigh then moved to help Bubbles brush and curl her blonde locks.

Buttercup woke upon hearing her sisters talk about giving the boys a chance. She laid in her bed listening to her sisters. The boys helped them, yeah Butch was a prick in detention but Buttercup was being a bit bitchy. With a sigh she sat up, both her sisters looking over at her. "Morning Buttercup!" Bubbles sung. "Morning Buttercup," Blossom said with a small smile.

"Morning girls," Buttercup said tiredly as she went to closet pulling out jeans with the knees cut out, lime green T-shirt that read, 'Do I look like I care?', and her black Vans. She glanced over to see Bubbles applying mascara and lip gloss. None of the girls needed make up, Bubbles wore light make up and lip gloss was the only make up Blossom touched. Buttercup wore none at all. "Make up is war paint," is what Buttercup usually said but today she didn't say a word, just pulled her clothes on and run a brush through her short hair. She didn't even comment how it took two people to do Blossom and Bubbles hair but just took a brush for her hair.

Blossom went to ask what was wrong before her cell phone went off, it wasn't the hotline but she still answered the phone quickly out of habit. "Blossom?" Buttercup and Bubbles heard with their super hearing. They both gave Blossom a confused look in which she returned, "This Blossom?" the voice asked again.

"Uh... This is she." Blossom said, putting the curler down making Buttercup help Bubbles (Yes, Buttercup can do hair just doesn't). "May I ask who this is?"

"Oh, right." Blossom guessed the male on the other line face palmed himself, "This is Brick."

"Brick? How did you get my number?" Blossom questioned.

"It was on the bill board for Student Council." Brick said, it didn't sound like a lie.

"Oh... What can I help you with?" Blossom asked looking at her sisters with wide eyes that they returned.

"Right, um, I called because yesterday Miss Keane put me on Student Council. She knew I was a leader of me and my brothers, she also knew how your Vice President moved away last week." Brick explained, he went to continue but only to get cut off.

"She is making you my Vice President?" Blossom sounded taken aback.

"Yes, is that a problem?" He asked. "I was suppose to call yesterday -but you know..."

"No," She lied. She wasn't sure if it was a problem or not, "No, not at all."

"Great." His voice sounded like he felt he was in awkward situation. Which in reality, he was. "I -My brothers and I- want to know how you girls are doing."

"Oh!" That seemed to shock her as well, "We're fine. We'll see you and your brothers at school." Blossom said ready to get off the phone with her counterpart. Her bad feeling getting worse.

"See ya." Brick said sighing as he hung up, his brothers looking at him with wide eyes.

"I have a feeling we're not making a good impression," Boomer said pulling a navy blue long sleeved T-shirt over his white wife beater, he already had on his white shorts and black Jordans.

"You think, Dipstick." Butch said rolling his eyes, pulling on his blue jeans before pulling on a forest green T-shirt that read, 'Do you think I care?' and stopping on his black Converse sneakers.

"Treat your brother with respect, Dipstick." Brick snapped pulling on a plain V-neck red T-shirt for men, blue jeans, and black Jordans. After he looked up Butch could see the threatening look that was being given.

"Anyways, let's hit the damn mall." Butch and Buttercup both said before blinking, "Deja Vu." They mumbled to themselves.

Boomer was speaking to the owner of the music store when he seen a blonde with curls walk in straight to the percussion instruments. "You can start tomorrow." The owner said before disappearing in the back giving Boomer enough time to go talk to the girl. He got close, not close enough to see her face. He seen a diamond necklace. "Bubbles?"

Bubbles looked up at Boomer, her sky blue eyes meeting navy blue ones. "Boomer? I'm sorry... I always browse before logging in for work."

"Wait you work here?" Boomer asked taken aback.

"I do."

Butch walked into Hot Topic and seen a girl at the counter looking down at a magazine. Her eyes were downward and her face was practically hidden by her dark hair, "Hello Geor-," Butch just froze as lime green eyes met his forest green eyes. "You work here."

Buttercup nodded quietly, swinging her arms to her side Butch heard charms. He pulled up her hand, there was a green charm bracelet. Not the bracelet he gave her. He seemed upset by it until Buttercup pulled her wrist away, "I didn't want it lost." She mumbled.

"Right, um," Butch casted his eyes to his feet then her shirt. "I get we're counterparts but matching shirts?" He was going to ask for the manager but wearing the same shirts was freaky.

Blossom was wondering the book halls of Barns and Nobel. She had work in less then twenty minutes so she always spent that time looking for a book she would read while waiting on customers. She chose poetry today.

She seen a large black book with Edgar Allen Poe written in gold on the cover, she reached for the book her hand being met by a males. Her eyes traced the arm to a pair of red eyes.

"Brick?" She pulled her hand away.

"Have a thing for Poe?"

"He's an excellent writer." She grabbed a copy letting Brick grab the other. "Why are you here?"

"Looking for the Manager." Brick said.

"Oh, what for?" Blossom asked before the manager came out running over holding Brick's resume.