Chapter 6: The Kids Are Alright

Blossom's POV

It wasn't long before I ran out of material to play on the violin. If we were gonna do something, it might as well be something that occupies our time for an extended period. Knowing that there was some old stuff in the basement laundry room, I headed down the hallway to the stairs. When I got there, I began a vigorous search for anything that seemed remotely interesting and time-consuming.

There was a paddleball set for Boomer (I knew that he wouldn't give up on it), some bubble soap for Bubbles, another deck of 52 (with Dark Side Of The Moon concept art on each card) for Buttercup and Butch, and as for Brick and I, a miniature wooden pinball game (he's a pinball wizard, and he has all his senses. Try explaining that!). I headed back to the group with all of the stuff in a large pile, and carefully sat it down in the middle of our social circle.

"Alright, you guys... this stuff should undoubtfully keep us all individually preoccupied until we have a grand scheme on what exactly it is that we wanna do together. Are there any questions?" Boomer raised his hand. "Boomer, you don't have to raise your hand, just tell me."

"It's slightly uncomfortable here in the living room, and I feel all cramped! Can we go up to you girls' room? It's all spacious in there."

I was a little hesitant at first, thinking about what happens behind closed doors with teen girls and boys, but then I remembered that we were talking about our friends the Rowdyruff Boys, who wouldn't ever do anything to harm us in any way... anymore. "Okay, I guess I'll allow it. But you guys have to help me take all the things upstairs!" I told them, as if it would be a problem.

"No probs," Butch said while shrugging his shoulders. They all grabbed a handful of doohickeys and headed upstairs into our bed room.

We didn't really change anything about our room since we were little girls, unless you count all the posters that covered the walls. We had gotten really into collecting band posters, especially when we became teenagers. Our collection included posters of Led Zeppelin, The Who (an awesome closeup of Keith during a drum solo), AC/DC, Rolling Stones (signed by Mick), Pink Floyd, The Police (signed by Sting himself), Queen, ZZ Top, Chicago, Elton John (complete with an autograph for helping him with his light show, once), Eagles, Black Sabbath (with Ozzy and Tony's signature), The Beatles (signed by Ringo & Paul), Metallica, Jimi Hendrix, Jefferson Airplane, Van Halen (complete with Eddie's signature, of course), and even Jethro Tull and Aerosmith (believe me, we still had several others)! Other kids at school thought our tastes in music were weird... we just saw them as the less fortunate ones who haven't ever been exposed to good tunes!

"Wow... you girls really love rock," Brick stammered. Him and the other guys were just staring at our walls in awe.

"Thanks..." Bubbles replied in a squirrelly, giggly voice, "We like, music."

"I'm all hungry, now," Boomer suddenly said, gripping his stomach. Suddenly, five other stomachs rumbled. "I guess our stomachs want to be fed before we have too much fun."