Sorry about the short Blossom one, I didn't know what to say… so yeah, this chapter is in Blossom's POV too… Hope you like! I don't own the Powerpuff Girls


Night, finally a little peace. I stay up late often now, just to stay in the quiet, the peace, the-

BANG

"What the!" I rush out of my room to the noise, I see my sisters join me at the top of the stairs. A little blood shows from Bubbles' white shirt and Buttercup reeks of vomit, I don't mind though, I probably smell of cigarettes.

We walk down the stairs only to see 3 boys, not dad…

They turn to us suddenly, their arms full of our stuff.

"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to keep calm. They drop the stuff and act casual,

"Just 'dropping' by," said the red head, the other two snickered at his little joke. I rolled my eyes,

"Yeah we see that, now GET OUT!" Screams Buttercup, I shot her a look. If she's that loud she'll wake the Professor.

"Nah, we like it here, it's chill." States a black haired boy as he looks around.

"Please leave?" whispers Bubbles, at least she knows not to yell. The blonde boy looks over at her,

"Sorry, can't." I can tell Buttercup is building in rage,

"Buttercup clam d-" she cuts me off in her yelling,

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE. NOW!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON DOWN THERE!" Shit, he's up. My sisters and I turn around to see him, in all his glory. The boys behind us look confused as he stomps down the stairs. The Professor looks over to them,

"Who the hell are you?" He asks coming closer to me, I step out of the way so he's facing the red hair boy instead of me.

"Brick" the red head say,

"Butch" Raven haired boy,

"Boomer" the blonde. Wait,

"The Rowdyruff boys?" I ask in slight confusion,

"You got it doll." Brick winks at me, how could I not remember them. Of corse! Before any of us could speak again,

"Girls get up stairs now." Buttercup shakes her head,

"No, we can take them, you get up there old man!" Buttercup, why push it! He turns to her seething in rage,

"GET YOU FAT ASS UP THE FUCKING STAIRS RIGHT NOW!" Buttercup keeps a hard face, though I know she's dying inside. I put on my 'leader face' and turn to her,

"Buttercup, 1 year." I whisper so our dad doesn't hear. She nods and goes up stairs. Bubbles follows her. I turn back toward the boys and my dad.

"Look dad, maybe you could wait 'till morning. We don't want to wake the neighbors and-"

"Shut the fuck up, no one gives a shit about what you say, so get your ass up the stairs, now." I grit my teeth and resist the urge to slap him. Thankful I have more self control then Buttercup, I start slowly again.

"Look," I sallow, "dad, I think it would be best if we wait till morning, You're making our guests uncomfortable. Let it go for now, please." He takes a deep breath,

"Fine, they stay till morning. But if wake up again, you take the punishment!" he yells and stomps back up the stairs. I release the breath I didn't know I was holding and turn toward the boys.

"You're staying the night." They look up at us,

"why did you do that? We didn't need to stay." I sigh, forcing the tears to stay out of my eyes,

"I didn't do that for you, he'll deal with you in the morning. I just really need the quiet of night for now. I think I'd go insane without it. Now follow me, I'll take you to our rooms." They follow me up the stairs and turn the hall toward our rooms. I stop at the bathroom, were some vomiting can be heard past the door. I knock,

"Buttercup?" I whisper. I hear her cough then the toleit flush and the door open.

"Yeah," she croaks, she doesn't look good. She quickly wipes her eyes, which are a little red.

"Butch will stay in your room for tonight, ok?" She takes a deep breath,

"Yeah, whatever." And with that all signs of weakness are gone, she leads Butch to her room and shuts the door. Next we arrive at Bubbles' room, I knock again.

"Bubbles, you in there?" It takes a few moments before the door opens, through her shirt I can see that she's bleeding, but I have learned not to ask.

"Bubbles, can Boomer stay in your room tonight?" she nods and sniffs, wiping her very red eyes.

"Yeah, here." He comes in her room and the door closes.

"So," I muse, "This is my room." I say stoping at a door identical to the rest. Brick doesn't say anything. I open the door and enter the room. I point to a couch,

"You can sleep there." He nods then sits on it.

"So, uh, I was wondering." I look over to him,

"yeah?" He avoids my eyes,

"What's uh, what's wrong with you?" I raise my eyebrows,

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he looks a little uncomfortable, "Bubbles cuts herself, Buttercup has an eating disorder, what's up with you?" I pull out my smokes,

"Addicted." He nods before having one,

"That's not that bad." I roll my eyes,

"Yeah whatever."

"So what's up with your pops?" I stiffen,

"Nothing."

"Nothing? I had and ape and transvestite devil for parents and they were never that bad." I crack a smile at his statement.

"well, he's, he had brain damage when we were kids. He hasn't been the same since. Any way, why do you care?"

"Well, I don't know, any way it's late, I guess. Good night?" I roll my eyes again,

"Yeah, good night." With that I turn out the lights and go to sleep.


Yeah I don't know, I think this is getting worse. Stories are hard…Anyways, hope it wasn't to terrible!

I think i might stop writing this...It's yeah, not good...