"Someone must have had a good time last night." Butch grinned, as his brother emerged from his bedroom, wiping his still tired eyes.

Boomer plopped down on the couch, opposite Butch. "Not even close." He sighed.

"Dude, you were out all night. How bad could it have been?"

Blossom was on her way out, but she was really curious about Boomer's date, so she stayed to listen.

"Where to start.." He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Well, she looked nothing like her photos."

"Oof. Been there." Butch gave him an apologetic smile. He had been on an unbelievable number of "dates" with girls from Metroville and all of the surrounding cities. And girls who didn't look anything like their photos were a dime a dozen. Most of the time it didn't bother him all that much, as long as they were willing to put out.. and they usually were.

"What was so different about her?" Blossom asked, confused. How much different could a girl look in person than in a photo? Well there were filters, makeup, and even facetune nowadays so.. nevermind.

"Was she ugly?" Butch asked, earning a smack across the back of the head from Blossom, who did not like that sort of thing.

Beauty was and always would be in the eye of the beholder and she truly believed that. Butch's womanizing was the one thing she really disliked about him. Overall he was handsome, fun, and she loved being around him, but that was something she really hoped he would grow out of. She knew he could be better, and believed he would be. She couldn't really fault him, since he was created to be bad and had grown up with no real adults or role models. Hell, he probably picked up most of his bad boy personality traits from tv.

"Sorry." He apologized to her, sticking his bottom lip out, to pout.

"No, she was pretty." Boomer shrugged. "But she must have recently dyed her hair… She's a brunette now."

"So you didn't have a good time because she… dyed her hair?" Blossom cocked her head slightly, trying to see the issue from a different perspective so maybe she would understand.

"He only goes for blondes." Butch informed her. Boomer nodded his head, nonchalantly.

"What? Boomer. Are you serious?" She was dumbfounded, having never heard such a ridiculous thing in all her life.

"Everyone has their kinks." Butch said.

Blossom rolled her eyes. "How can you determine whether or not you like someone based on hair color?"

"It's easy you just-" Butch started, before she sent him one last warning look and he cut himself off.

"Idunno, I just.. like blondes. I can't explain it." He huffed.

"Okay, I don't understand, but did you at least give her a chance? What did you do on your date? Was she nice?"

Boomer looked down at the floor, silently.

"Boomer?" She urged.

"I left."

Her jaw fell open, in disbelief. "You.. you left?"

"Damn, Boom. That's cold."

He looked frustrated. She couldn't tell if he was disappointed in himself or irritated with the situation. "When I saw her hair, I was upset. So I just turned around and left."

Blossom didn't know why she felt so sad. Sad for the faceless girl that she didn't even know, and sad for Boomer, who she knew was a good guy deep down. He was usually sweet, not to mention, super cute and a great catch. She knew he had a lot to offer, and it broke her heart to know that he was preventing his own happiness, for seemingly no reason. He really seemed to want to find someone.. so why was he making things so hard for himself?

"Boomer, I don't want to make you feel bad.. But don't you think that's a little mean?" She asked.

His eyes flashed to Butch, and he shifted uncomfortably under Blossom's concerned gaze. He wasn't used to being asked things like that. He didn't like being questioned and he didn't like being made to feel like he'd done something wrong.. Especially in front of other people. He wasn't about to let himself look weak in front of his brother.

"My personal life really isn't any of your business, Powerpuff."

Maybe it came out a little harsher than he meant. Maybe he shouldn't have drawn a line between him and his brothers and her, by calling her that. But it was the truth. She was a Powerpuff Girl and she knew nothing about him.

Blossom felt a lump growing in her throat, which she tried and failed to swallow down. An uncomfortable silence fell over the room, nobody wanted to be the first to break it, none of them knew how to respond anyway.

Boomer felt his adrenaline running. Thinking about her judging him, for trying to get involved in decisions that had nothing to do with her or anyone else, he was pissed off. And the way that Butch was looking at him, like he had just kicked a puppy, was only making things worse.

Heat prickled over her body uncomfortably, making her feel almost itchy. She was embarrassed in a way that she had never felt before, at least from what she could remember. She wanted to leave the room so bad, it almost hurt.

Naturally, she was the first to break the silence, though it did nothing to kill the thick tension. "You're right." She said, trying to keep her voice from giving away how hurt she felt. "I'm sorry." She tried to catch his eye, to let him know that she meant it, but he wouldn't look at her. He didn't respond at all, and unable to bear it anymore, she left the room and the house.

She had initially planned on sitting in the backyard, to get some fresh air, while she waited for Brick to get home.

Home

She felt her chest tighten. It wasn't her home. It was Boomer's home, Butch's home, and Brick's home.

They were Rowdyruffs and she was a Powerpuff. Maybe they were just too different..

"Dude, that was fucked." Butch shook his head in disapproval.

They may have been enemies once upon a time, but as far as Butch was concerned, that was ancient history. Blossom was cool and she hadn't done anything but make their lives better, since she'd moved in. He thought that Boomer felt the same way.

"Not you too!" Boomer threw his hands up in defense.

"I'm just saying, you didn't have to talk to her like that."

"Talk to who, like what?" Brick walked through the front door, coming back from a small job.

Butch kept quiet, eyes darting back and forth between his two brother, thankful that he wasn't in Boomer's shoes right now.

"It's nothing." Boomer said, trying to drop the subject.

"Okay, fine." Brick thought the mood was a little off but it didn't have anything to do with him, and if his brother didn't wanna share, he didn't give a shit. He went to his room, assuming Blossom would be there, since she wasn't in the rest of the house and she wasn't outside. Not there either.

"Where's Blossom?" He asked.

Boomer tensed up at the mention of her name. Butch shrugged, "I thought she was out back."

"No. She's not." Now Brick was starting to worry. Blossom never left without one of them and they didn't seem to know anything.

Boomer and Butch stayed quiet, and Brick was growing suspicious. Butch avoided his gaze, he didn't want to be the one to narc, but if Brick got angry..

Brick read the room. His raven haired brother looked like he knew something but didn't wanna talk and Boomer had his arms folded over his chest like he was pouting. His whole demeanor was off.

He turned to the blue Ruff and raised an intimidating eyebrow. "Spill it." His voice was stern, leaving no room for escape.

Boomer shifted on the couch. "Okay, she pissed me off earlier, but I don't know where she is."

That was strange. It had been nearly two weeks since she'd been staying with them and there hadn't been any issue so far. "Okay, what'd she do?"

"She's not a child, Brick. You don't have to babysit her."

"Answer the fucking question."

Boomer rolled his eyes. "She was being a typical nosey Powerpuff. I just told her to mind her own business."

That got Brick's attention. "What? Was she snooping through our stuff or something?" He tried to think of anything they might possibly have in the house that she would be able to find.. anything that would be incriminating. But nothing immediately came to mind.

"No she wasn't fucking snooping." Butch scoffed, unable or unwilling to stay quiet.

Brick furrowed his brows, not comprehending.

"She was doing that judgey Powerpuff thing. You know that.. thing that they do!"

"She implied that it was mean of him to stand his date up last night." Butch finally told him, tired of the back and forth.

Brick clenched his jaw tightly shut, trying to hold back his frustration. He was furious with his brother for making him doubt Blossom, even for a second, but he would have to deal with him later. "Boomer, you're such a fucking asshole." He slammed the door on his way to find Blossom.

Blossom felt her phone vibrate against her thigh, startling her out of her thoughts. It had been just over an hour since she had left the house. She was sitting on the swing set, barely rocking. She picked up her cell, and read Brick's name.

"Hey." She said as cheerfully as she could, holding her phone to her ear.

"Blossom. Where are you?" Brick seemed a little frantic and she wondered if he had been worried about her being alone.

"I'm at the park, near your-" She didn't even finish her sentence before Brick appeared in front of her. Could she fly that fast too? She hung up the phone, laughing.

"Is everything okay?" Brick asked, voice full of a concern that played with her heart.

His hair was tousled from the wind, and he stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets. The sun was beginning to set behind him and she smiled, accidentally staring at him. She felt worlds better, with him just being near.. He was barely more than a silhouette against a colorful backdrop, but still.. he was so handsome, it made her heart soar.

The sting of Boomer's rejection, and the sadness she felt while thinking about how she had no real home, were already distant memories. As soon as he was in front of her, she felt safe. He was there, didn't that mean he cared about her?

She cared about him..

"Hey." He took a step closer to her, his voice was soft.

She stood up, giving in to her heart, and through her arms around his neck. When his hands left his jacket pockets and immediately returned her embrace, she pressed her lips to his. It was sweet and soft and most importantly, he kissed her back.

Time stood still, she was a dream.

Nobody that pure had ever been so kind to him. Nobody that beautiful had ever cared to get to know him. He would've sooner expected a meteor to drop from the sky, than for Blossom Utonium to kiss him, but she did. He could feel her pressing against him, her arms hugging his neck, her sweet peppermint scent, and those impossibly soft lips. Of course he kissed her back. In what world does a guy not kiss a girl like her, back? His arms pulled her closer, until one hand moved on it's own to gently fist her hair. Her own hand caressed his neck, and she found herself pressing tighter against him, deepening their kiss. A light moan escaped her plump lips and she parted them, allowing his tongue to slip inside. Hot and cold met when their tongues intertwined, and the sensation was electrifying. Magic. When they reluctantly pulled apart there was a faint steam dancing away with the wind.

He was lost for words, when he gently kissed her forehead. She laid her head against his chest, while they both caught their breaths and tried to figure out what the hell just happened.

End Day 11 (:

Wonder what's gonna happen next.. I have no real plan for this story, so I find out what's gonna happen while I'm typing hahaha

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