Who knew that something as simple as a haircut could have such a profound effect on someone? Definitely not Blossom. But here she was, standing in front of the window, taking "selfies." The word itself would've likely sent her former self into a rant about how much she despised the teenagers of her generation. To actually be partaking.. She could only imagine. Based on how few photos there were of herself on her old Instajam profile, she was only guessing that that's how she must've felt once upon a time. Zero selfies. The photos of her that there were, were of her with her family or the occasional photo of her where she was winning an award or something.. Gag. Not that there was anything wrong with posting those types of things.. One should take pride in their accomplishments, but the way her profile was set up just seemed so… braggy.

"What's up with all the pics?" Butch asked with a raised eyebrow, as he entered the living room.

A startled Blossom jumped at the intrusion and whipped her head around. The sound of the capture button on her phone must have drowned out the sound of footsteps approaching. Her cheeks instantly tinged red with the embarrassment of having been 'caught.' Even though the current version of herself didn't have an issue with the idea of selfies as a whole, there was still something kind of humiliating about another person catching you in the self absorbed act. Thank God it was Butch and not Brick who had walked in. She had purposely waited until Brick had gone on a job, and thought that the other boys would sleep in a little later. "Oh, I was just.."

He didn't wait for her to answer, there was no explanation needed. "So you like your new hair then?"

"Yeah actually." She stood straight, clicking her screen off and slipping her cell into the front pocket of her jeans.

She glanced behind her, to where she had been taking photos of herself. The blinds were drawn to let in the early morning sun. Natural lighting being the obvious choice for a good photo..

"Guess it wasn't much of a punishment then, huh?" He chuckled, plopping down on the couch.

"Sounds like you wanted me to hate it." She accused, jokingly.

Butch shrugged. "Would've made things more interesting."

Blossom tousled his hair with an eye roll.

"I think it looks good on you, Bloss." He offered over his shoulder, already changing the tv input to turn on his game. "If you need help, Boomer is pretty good with that kind of thing."

"What kind of thing?" The blonde brother himself walked in at the mention of his name, though it was a complete coincidence.

Butch nodded to Blossom, who was still standing in front of the window, running her hands through her freshly cut ends. "Taking pictures."

He raised a curious eyebrow and then noticed Blossom looking slightly abashed. "What do you need photos for? You doing some modeling or something?"

She nearly choked on the scoff that ripped from her throat. "Of course not."

"You say that like it's completely out of the realm of possibility." Butch laughed.

Boomer nodded his agreement. "Yeah, you totally could.. You know, if you wanted to."

"I was just taking some... selfies." She looked down at her feet when that word left her lips.

"Ah." Boomer said, before furrowing his brow. "Wait, isn't it kind of pointless to take photos of yourself if you have nowhere to post them?"

"You're not thinking of coming out of hiding are you?" Butch asked surprisedly.

Realizing that the window was casting a distracting light on the tv, Blossom pulled the blinds closed. There was no way she could continue snapping photos now that she wasn't alone anyway. "I would hardly say I'm in hiding." She laughed. "I go out in public all the time."

Being a couple towns over had afforded her that luxury. She never would've been able to keep a low profile in Townsville.

"What's the point then?" Butch asked. Boomer made a valid point after all.

"I don't know.. I just.. thought my hair looked decent." Her face was beginning to heat up again, feeling self conscious, from their onslaught of questions.

The boys didn't notice her embarrassed expression, probably because neither of them saw it as embarrassing themselves. "Ooh, you know what you should do?!" Boomer suddenly got excited. He didn't wait for an answer or a guess. "You should make a new account and post new photos."

"You dumbass." Butch rolled his eyes. "She'll be found out if she does that."

"Not if she makes it private." Boomer fired back.

"What would be the point then?"

"It's a cool idea!"

Drowning them out, she thought about the possibility of what Boomer was suggesting.. A new Instajam, with new photos of her new life. Private so nobody could see, but her. What would the point be? Well, wasn't documenting her life reason enough? Yeah, she could take pictures and keep them stored in her phone, but she had lost her phone before.. and it was her old profile that had shown her what her life had been, without it she would be much more confused. So maybe it wasn't a terrible idea..

"I kinda like it." She admitted, a slow smile spreading across her face.

Boomer stopped arguing with Butch and turned to Blossom, with a gleam in his eye. "You do?"

"Yeah, it could be fun." She was already trying to think of a handle. Of course she'd have to have a fake name and picture so that it couldn't lead back to her. Brick didn't use social media, no surprise there.. She would only be friends with Boomer and Butch, so nobody would find out her real identity.. until later down the line. In reality she just wanted the photos of her time with the boys to be stored somewhere safe, so she would never lose them.

Why Boomer was so excited, she had no idea, but it was cute. As soon as she agreed, he was at her side, pulling her towards the front door. "Come on, let's go take some pictures outside. Your hair will really pop against the green."

It felt weird, having someone take her photo. Where to look and what to do with her hands were constant thoughts, things she didn't have to think about while taking them herself, but Boomer helped her through it. Actually, he was surprisingly good at that kind of thing. She thought photography might be his secret calling, but when she told him so he just laughed her off. She'd have to circle back to that idea later..

Blossom really liked the photos. Not that she didn't already have confidence, but the change had really helped with the identity crisis that she only half realized she was struggling with.

After their impromptu photo session in the backyard, where the blue Rowdyruff had taken photo after photo of her on the swing or sitting in the grass, they'd taken some fun ones together too. Those ones were her favorite. Looking back through her camera roll later that night, the few photos she had of the boys were the ones that seemed to catch her eye. Immediately noticeable, however, was the lack of Brick in her gallery. In the short time that she'd had her phone, she'd managed to take a handful of Butch and Boomer, usually goofing off. Now she had some of her and Boomer together, and Butch would be easy to take some with.. But she only had one single, lonely photo of Brick on her entire phone. It was a photo that she had taken before their "Thanksgiving" meal. The photo simultaneously made her smile and made her heart pang. Boomer, of course, was missing from the photo, but Brick and Butch were grinning from ear to ear across the coffee table.

Sitting on Brick's bed, curled into a ball, she unknowingly beamed at her phone, while focusing on him. How one person could elicit so much emotion was beyond her, but he seemed to have that effect on her from day one. An invisible pull drew her to him in a way that she was sure she hadn't ever felt before. After only 16 days, she wasn't naive enough to believe that she was in love with him, or anything like that.. A couple of weeks was hardly enough to start planning a future together. Especially when they weren't even technically together, but she wasn't about to get hung up on that insignificant detail. She was definitely falling for him though.. No use trying to deny that. For now, it was enough just to be near him. Sharing a bed had undoubtedly forced them closer together, rather quickly.. but she was more than okay with that. It's not like she felt like they were moving too fast.

Blossom pinched her screen and zoomed into Brick's adorable face, as far as she could. He was kind of grainy when taken from the background and turned into the main focus, but even then he was ridiculously handsome. For a moment she found herself wondering if she ever thought that way about him in the past. Did she secretly find him attractive? Probably not, she reasoned. For one, Brick said they hadn't seen each other in years, which meant that Blossom likely hadn't seen him since he'd grown into the very fine man that he was today. Secondly, and more upsetting, if she had to guess.. She would put big money on the assumption that her former self would have never been able to separate his looks from his reputation. Brick's hair alone probably would have been a deal breaker previously. That thought made her feel uneasy, because she knew it was true.

"The old Blossom" had pretty much become like a separate entity from herself. It was hard for her to think of them as the same person, when she had changed so much in such a short amount of time. It was almost like she thought of them as two different people, herself and an evil twin or something.. But she wasn't evil before.. She was the opposite. Right? She was supposedly made of mostly nice… Whatever the hell that meant. She looked after an entire city of people, excelled in school and had a promising future. But could she really have been all that good? She was almost positive that she would have judged Brick for having long hair, even if it was well groomed.. Just like she was almost positive that she would have probably still held a grudge after all these years, for the boys' past indiscretions, even though they were literally created for evil purposes and it wasn't their fault. They actually deserved a whole lot of credit for overcoming so much. The things they did for a living now, while still illegal, were far from evil.

She had still been staring at Brick's grainy face when the real thing walked in to join her in the bedroom. He smirked at her from the doorway and after not seeing him for the entire day, it was enough to send butterflies rippling through her stomach. She glanced from her phone, to him and back and wished desperately that she could take a photo of him right then. That she could capture him in that moment and be able to look at that smirk always.

Then she remembered something. She was a Powerpuff girl. The "leader" supposedly. She could do whatever she wanted. Something as small as this would not hold her back.

Before she could even think about talking herself out of it, she lifted her camera and snapped a photo of the unsuspecting red Ruff.

Hi, it's been a while. I picked a bad time to write this story because I'm always busy in December.. I'm going to finish this though. Sorry for nothing major happening, like I said before.. in real life some days are uneventful. Still plenty more to come (: