Hey guys! First Short story! This is actually, a never before seen hidden chapter that was originally suppose to be in the story but I decided against it, cuz it might have rubbed off as weird in other people's mind. The aim of this chapter was to show the rowdyruff boys going soft on their new found sister, because Boomer always just wanted his brothers to care more about him. :) ENJOY!

Boomer hung upside down on the couch watching TV with his newfound wig and girl makeup on. Brick went into his room at 4:00 pm after he forced him into this get-up to get him signed up for the girls' school and hadn't come out since. it was 6:00 now.

Butch was watching TV next to him and Boomer had changed to his normal baggy night gown with two lumps where his chest should be. Butch kept glancing from the TV screen to the unknown girl's boobs on the couch next.

"What's in there anyways, man?" Butch asked.

"You don't want to know..." Boomer replied blushing slightly.

"Why don't you just take that stuff off?" Butch inquired another question.

"Brick didn't tell me too, and I don't wanna take it off, then he comes in here, all 'Who told you to take that stuff off'," Boomer mocked Brick in a gruff voice, "Then put me through that make up experience again. I'll take it off when he's with me, taking it off for me." Boomer explained. Butch nodded, staring at his chest, not really having heard anything he said.

"So what's in there?" Butch asked again, and Boomer gave him a "WTF?!" Look.

"I told you, I don't want to talk about it." Boomer disregarded and continued looking at the TV. Butch just thought in his mind 'Pretend it's your sister, your sister...' and when he looked at him again, he almost gagged at what he wanted to do... to his SISTER!

Brick's door finally opened. Boomer sat upright.

"Finally! Am I in?" Boomer said as he came over.

"What? Oh yeah, long time ago. I was making this." Brick pulled out a small, almost transparent chip slightly colored beige.

"Whazza?" Boomer mumbled incoherently and stuck out his hand. Brick slapped it on his arm.

"Ow!" Boomer said, his voice now higher. "Oh my gosh, what happened to my voice? I sound Like I've been playing with helium!" He complained.

"Don't worry, just pinch your arm and it comes off." Brick said heading into the kitchen. Boomer made an almost confused face. Brick slapped it on. Why didn't he pinch it off? He almost sounded... gentle with him! He turned to Butch to see him change the TV cable and started plugging in his game system.

"Hey!" Boomer complained, shaking Butch's shoulder. Butch rolled his eyes and growled at the high pitched annoying voice.

"What?!" He snapped, turning back to his "sister" and his face instantly became softer at hers. She was startled, her mouth becoming a perfect pink 'O', her eyes a twinkle of fear in it and her eyebrows up in surprise. Then it wrinkled down into determination, a cute look on her made up face.

"I wanted to watch TV! Wipeout was about to come on!" She said, determined, reaching for the remote. Butch let him take it.

"Whatever..." He said, looking the other way, and blushing, embarrassed. Boomer eyed him from the corner of his eye, confused. He would've taken the chip off when Brick told him how to, but he wanted to see if what he thought worked. They were definatly being more kind to him. After his hour watching Wipeout, he allowed Butch to play the video games. He felt like the one in charge, who said who dies and when. He decided to try his new found powers with Brick.

He jumped off the couch and headed to the kitchen, luckily for him, Brick was still there, having watched wipeout with the rest of them.

"Briick..." He started in a pleading voice. Brick tensed up then glared at Boomer.

"What? Boomer, why don't you take the chip off?!" Brick griped.

"I will, I will, but... I reeeeaallly want some ice cream first!" Brick eyed him.

"From where?" he said hesitantly. Boomer smiled.

"The sunday from McDonald!" Boomer told him. Brick's gaze harden.

"So, go! I'm not babying you." Boomer pouted and placed his elbows on the counter, one of his baggy shirt sleeves shying away from his shoulder, completeing his cute begging look.

"PLEEEEEAASE? I really want to go with both of you!" Brick blushed and looked the other way.

"fine. Butch, pause it, we're going out really quick." Brick commanded.

"Aw, why?!" he complained.

"Boomer."

"Ah..." Butch paused the game then turned to Boomer. "you're such a baby." Butch snided. Boomer shrugged, getting his sleeves back on his shoulder. They left to McDonald, Boomer rambling the whole way about how great it was they were spending more time together.

-Later that night-

After they ate their sundays and Butch finished his game, Boomer had one more request. They never did before and he always wanted to. He walked to the stairs where they already on their way up.

"Guys?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eye. They looked down, and Brick had to stop himself from smiling at his tired baby sister.

"What is it?" Brick asked.

"I'm nervous about school... Can you guys sleep with me?"

Brick and Butch looked at each other with a "seriously?" face.

-in Boomer's room-

He snuggled down in between his two brothers, Brick's hat on his night stand.

"Night Bros." She said.

"Night Sis." They said back in unison.

-the next morning-

Boomer got up, his makeup smeared all over his face, crusts in his eyes and dried drool crusted on one side of his face. His wig was messed up and out of place, he yawned and he could smell his own breathe and OOOH, it could kill an onion. He turned back to his waking brothers, and he smiled.

"Morning." He said. They looked at him and they're eyes went wide.

"Ugh!" Butch groaned rolling off the bed. "This is why I don't sleep with creeps." Butch said already down the hall. Boomer gave a confused face.

"I can't believe I thought..." Brick said, taking his hat off the night stand. But he didn't finish his sentence.

"When you're... presentable, come down for training, you gotta act like a girl too." Brick gave him one last look. "We got a lot of work to do..." And he was out.

"What? What'id I do?" Boomer called back. "UGH!" He flopped back down on his bed.

-End-