Blossom had looked through all the photos of her on her old Instajam profile at least a dozen times before she went to the mall. She had grown more and more disgusted with each outfit she saw her former self in. Who picked out her clothes previously? Was that really the way she chose to dress? Bubbles, heck even Buttercup were always in the pictures with her, wearing much cuter things. And then there was Blossom.. The dull, boring, often prudishly dressed girl that stared back at her in those photos…

It wasn't her.

At least, it wasn't anymore. She was baffled by how her personality could've changed so much just by losing parts of her memory. She didn't recognize the old her. She felt more like a stranger who just looked similar to her.

No more knee length skirts and turtleneck sweaters. The pink dress she still had from before was probably the cutest piece of clothing she owned previously and she wondered why it was so much different than the rest of her wardrobe.

When she went shopping the previous day she bought whatever caught her eye, using the large sum of money she had found in her purse, or course.

The outfit she chose to wear that day was comfortable and cute. Since she had been spending a lot of time sitting around the boys place, she didn't want to be stuck in something uncomfortable, like jeans. Today she wore a pair of dark gray leggings and a pastel pink crop top. She could tell by her old feed, that she had always liked the color pink, and that was one thing that hadn't changed. Although she had branched out and added quite a bit of other color to her shopping bag as well, including red.. which she noticed Brick was quite fond of. And you know.. she thought it would look good with her hair.

It was mid summer, but the boys kept the house pretty cool, always running the air conditioning. In her haste to get in and out the day before, she completely forgot to buy a jacket, and for some reason she was extra chilly that day.

Brick was out currently, "taking care of some business" was all he said, so she was home with Butch and Boomer. The two of them were playing video games, as usual and Blossom kept herself entertained by listening to them arguing with kids over the headset.

"No, your mom's a hoe!"

Blossom laughed to herself, they didn't even have a mom, why were they so offended?

She was about to reach for her blanket, to relieve herself from the cold air, when she found a hoodie draped over the back on the couch. She recognized it right away. It was red, which in this house, meant Brick. She had noticed shortly after meeting them, that each of them tended to match their clothing to their eye color. Something that she found very odd, until she realized that her former self and her sisters did the same thing. Was that something programmed into their DNA? Pink was still her favorite color, so it made sense.

Since the hoodie was already right there, she pulled it over her head and shimmied it down her body. It was a little big on her, since Brick was built. And boy was he built. She shook the thoughts away, trying not to think about his strong chest, or his well defined muscles. Okay, maybe she was failing.. but how could she help it when the hoodie smelled just like him. The scent of Brick was so strong on the fabric, it was as if he had just taken it off. There was a hint of cologne, or was it deodorant? Why did men's deodorant smell so fucking enticing? Some of his natural scent was mixed in there as well, and she couldn't stop breathing it in. She relaxed against the fluffy arm of the couch, smiling to herself, wrapped in the warmth of his clothing.

Blossom woke up a little confused. She didn't remember falling asleep, or even being tired. When she saw Brick sitting beside her on the sofa, she jolted up and swiftly ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, attempting to fix it.

"Brick! How long have you been there?"

He watched her amusedly, "Not long."

Butch and Boomer were no longer in the living room. She could faintly hear music playing when the tv was quieter, which meant they were most likely in the basement working out.

Blossom stretched out her aching limbs, with a stretch, and then remembered that she was still wearing Brick's hoodie. He hadn't said anything about it, but the smirk that he was giving her was unmistakable. Suddenly embarrassed, she jumped to her feet and quickly lifted the red garment off her body.

"You don't have to take it off." He laughed, "I already caught you. Besides, it looks good on y-" His mouth fell slightly open. In her hurry, Blossom had pulled up the hem of her shirt with the hoodie, exposing her entire stomach and part of her bra.

Scratch that. It looked better off of her.

Blossom tossed it over the back of the couch again. She had been wearing a crop top, so it took her a second to realize that anything was amiss. By the time she noticed that she was flashing her bra, Bricks face was already flushed red and hers was well on the way.

He looked away, having been caught staring at her, little did he know that she was too worried about her own embarrassment to even realize.

It wasn't a lot, but the few glimpses he had caught of her body, was enough to paint quite a picture. Those images were not easy to forget..

Yanking her shirt back down she bolted for the kitchen. "Uh, I'm gonna get started on dinner!"

"Sure." He said, still awkwardly looking at the ground.

"What's up with your neck?" Brick asked. Blossom had been rubbing the nape of her neck, on and off, for hours.

"Oh, nothing." She brushed him off, "Just slept on it wrong."

She didn't tell him that there was no sleeping on it "right." It was from laying her head on the arm of the couch every night. It had only been a week and it was already taking a toll on her neck and back. She thought she would've been immune to those kinds of pains, being super human and all, but that wasn't the case. She wasn't about to complain though, thankful to have a place to stay at all, in her time of need. Sleeping on the couch, there, was more than worth the minor aches and pains, when going back to Townsville was something she wasn't ready for yet.

Brick immediately remembered that it wasn't her first time mentioning bad sleep, due to the sofa. The day she went to the train station she had said her back was starting to hurt from sleeping on the couch, but laughed it off like it was nothing. If it was really that uncomfortable then he at least wanted to give her a break from it, until they could come up with a more permanent solution. Maybe they could buy a air mattress or something? Would that even be any better? He'd have to think on it. For now, he had an easy fix.

"You can take my bed tonight. I'll sleep on the couch."

For the next fifteen minutes, Blossom and Brick went back and forth about who would take the couch. She really didn't want to trouble him any more than she already had, and felt bad for mentioning the sleeping pains. But he insisted and there was just no fighting Brick when he put his mind to something.

"Fine." She agreed with a huff. "One night."

He rolled his eyes playfully, "As if you had a choice."

Now she rolled her eyes too.

"Sorry Bloss, girls only get into my bed for one reason." Butch wiggled his eyebrows jokingly.

"You're horrible." She laughed, pushing his arm.

"I'm kidding!"

"No he's not." Boomer and Brick both said in unison.

For the first couple of days Brick had kept his door closed, but he wasn't worried about that anymore. Sure she was a Powerpuff, but she was worlds different than she was before. It was strange, but he really felt like he could trust her. In the week since they'd met, the two of them had become pretty close. Before her, he had only ever been close to his brothers. While Butch and Boomer had some good friends, and often had girlfriends, Brick never really had any. He never really let anyone in. But for some reason, things were different with her.

Blossom was probably the only person in the world that he would give up his bed for. Hell, even his brothers would have been shit out of luck in the same situation.

It was nearly 2am and Blossom and Brick were both tired. Boomer and Butch never seemed to run out of energy, so he had to kick them out of the living room, sending them into Butch's room to hang out instead.

Blossom had been in his room a few times by then, but never alone. She changed into her pajamas in the bathroom before heading into Brick's room to spend the night in an actual bed. He seemed fine with her being in there, since it was his idea, but she didn't know if he was nervous at all for someone to be alone in his room. It had probably never happened before since he was kind of a private guy. So she decided to keep the door open.

Brick often complained about forgetting to shut the blinds and waking up to the bright sun, so she was sure to shut them before turning off the light and crawling into bed.

It was her first time lying on a real mattress and in the darkness of his room, a blissful smile spread across her lips. She sank into his pillow, and wrapped herself in his blanket, all of which smelled like him.

Needless to say, that night she had no trouble falling asleep at all. Was the bed just that cozy? Or did Brick's scent relax her?

Out in the living room, Brick was having a much harder time trying to fall asleep, and it wasn't because of the couch. Knowing that Blossom was in his bed, was doing something to him. Messing with his head. He eventually passed out, thinking about her intertwined in his sheets.

End Day 7