Zshizshibaby-Something Pookie did today...For all of you who don't read the disclaimers (or what I call disclaimers anyway) Pookie is my cat...and today, I found spilled shampoo in my bathtub. I went to go find something to clean it up and naturally left the door open...when I got back, she was in the bath tub. I shooed her out and cleaned it up...later...I found that she had rubbed against the shampoo and now there's shampoo in her fur...stupid cat...

Pookie- Get it out! Get it out!!

Zshizshibaby-If you can leave something on your review on how to give her a bath without her struggling...please put it there...other than that, the only thing I own is my stupid cat, the plot, and Suzie...

Chapter sixteen: filling!

"She's almost here!!" Butch ran around in a panic. Brick said that he had to show her around the place. And he had to do a good job with showing it. Oh crap! Oh crap! OH CRAP CRAP CRAP!!! "How do I do this!? Does my hair look good! Am I presentable!? If I'm not presentable, will she use that to also help her decision!? CRAP! If she deems me not presentable and uses that against us, Brick will have my head on a silver platter!!!" Poor Butch (ha, I wanted to make him spaz a minute…) Suzie watched him run back and forth. "Crap, is my hair okay!?"

"It's fine…"

"Does my…"

"It's fine…"

"Am I…"

"IT'S FINE!!" The car pulled up and Suzie saw it through the window she was looking out of (man, what is with these windows?!) "They're here."

"CRAP!!!!" You could hear Butch shout that fifty miles from there. Blossom looked up.

"Was that…?" Brick growled. Boomer nodded. He rushed out and when he got to the limo, he started to pant very heavily.

"Let me…catch my…breath…okay, I'm fine now…" Butch said. He spun towards Blossom. "Hi, Blossom, great to see you."

"Nice to see you too, Butch. I trust everything is fine…"

"Yeah,"

"You don't eat too much junk food now do you? Just because you're one of the most powerful people in the world, doesn't mean you can eat whatever you want…" Butch sighed. She hadn't forgotten that he ate junk food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day, and unhealthy snacks all day.

"Yeah, yeah…I know, you're like my mother…" They all laughed.

"Well, why don't we just go inside…?" Blossom nodded and they led her towards the castle. She made note that his castle was practically a big house with a huge fence, a lake at the side…or was that the pool (?), a bunch of little houses, some towers, and what looked like an acre in the back (a big house? Really, Blossom?)…Boomer opened the door for them and Brick showed her inside. "Welcome to our humble abode." He said, slowly and gracefully putting his hand out to the side. The place was amazing. There was a huge, huge living room, a beautiful pure gold spiraling staircase, more rooms and hallways upstairs, painted pictures (Oooh, wow…) of Brick, Boomer, and Butch, and some other girl. She had long brown hair that also looked like she dyed it blonde for awhile, golden eyes with long, black eyelashes, wore a purple dress with pretty steel heels, and a yellow scarf. Blossom thought she clashed a bit, but she was still pretty. Brick caught her staring.

"I suppose this is Suzie…she's gotten…taller…" Blossom was fighting the urge to mutter unpleasant stuff about her.

"Yeah, about a foot or so…" Brick replied and then there was squealing. Suzie ran up and hugged him from behind.

"Hi, Hon! How was your trip?" Blossom stroked one of her glowing feathers in annoyance.

"It was fine. Suzie, this is the Wounded Angel."

"…She looks fine to me…" They shook their heads. Suzie really didn't care about her name. She knew she was Blossom…and man, did she change. There was still sadness in her face, but man did she change! Her body had turned from a small girl with no curves straight to a woman. Her bust was small, her hair had gotten longer and shinier. Her eyes were still sunset color only with longer eyelashes. And there were wings!! Pink, glowing wings!! "…S-so, how was your trip, Wounded Angel?"

"It was actually really nice." Blossom said, smiling. Suzie smiled as they all chatted. Butch was just happy to be putting off the tour.

"Well, I hate to stop such a conversation, but Butch has a tour to give." Butch's emerald green eyes paled considerably and they all laughed as he hung his head down in defeat. Blossom was giggling too.

"Okay, we have a lot to see." Butch said, walking away. Blossom walked after smoothly. Brick was watching the way she slowly swung her hips, Suzie noticed (o-h, go, Blossy!) She glared in Blossom's direction. Even she knew what that look meant. He was getting attracted.

"Well, I have a lot of paperwork to finish. I'll meet you alll at dinner."

"Want me to keep you company?" Suzie asked.

"Naw, I need to concentrate. See ya."

He's avoiding…She thought bitterly as she went off in the other direction. Boomer looked where Blossom and Butch went, then where Brick went, and then Suzie's direction.

"Why am I here?" Boomer yelled.

"GO DO SOMETHING!!" Butch, Suzie, and Brick yelled back before he went off to the kitchen.

"And right here is where all the records are kept. Medical records like birth, health, death. Also financial records, juvenile records, and records of major events in peoples' lives like moving and such."

"…Even our records?" Blossom asked. Butch nodded. "May I?" Butch sighed.

"We have a lot more to see, but…I guess so." Blossom walked in and he pointed to a box on top of a huge file cabinet. The whole room was filled with papers and files and all that other stuff. "And we have five more rooms of this…in every hallway."

"Oy vey."

"Big time…" Blossom opened the box and looked up her name, Blossom K. Utonium. There it was. All her records of everything. Her attendance record to school and grades (A, A, A, A, A,…), her medical records (perfect health), and all of the events that happened in her life, right down to when she left America. "Blossom…" She looked at him. "We have to get going." Blossom nodded and put it back before following. Suzie looked inside the room when they left. Butch never let her anywhere near the door knob. She looked inside and saw just a bunch of papers. Boring, but still. What made her so special that SHE gets to look inside it? Heck, he let her read one of the papers!! She gritted her teeth. What was with this angel!?

"And this is…?"

"The meeting room. Brick holds all his press conferences here." Butch said. There was a podium on top of a quad with chairs in some places, including four on the quad. "And next, we have my personal favorite…" There next stop was no surprise. "The kitchen!" They found Boomer in there eating a sandwich. "Boomer, why are you in here? You're ruining the beauty of it!"

"The beauty can wait until my stomach is full. I bet the Wounded Angel is pretty hungry herself." Boomer replied getting up. Blossom nodded.

"I am sort of hungry." Boomer got out some freshly sliced deli ham, cheese, lettuce, and mustard along with bread, combined it all, and handed her the sandwich before returning to his own (me too! Make me a sandwich too!) Blossom took a bite and smiled.

"SHE LIKES THE SANDWICH!!" Blossom heard Butch shout in mock glee. She almost choked from chuckling with her mouth full.

"Hi, all!" Suzie jumped in. Butch and Boomer nodded at her. "Oh, sandwich…why do you eat something so fattening?" Blossom stopped and looked at her sandwich and back at her. Butch stared at her from the fridge. Boomer was in the middle of a bite when he stopped.

"Suzie, I think I hear Brick calling you." Butch said, looking like he had heard something different. Suzie looked at him skeptically and walked away, pretending that she didn't know she worried Blossom.

I wonder if I'm…overweight…better not ask… "Is it alright if we finish the tour now?" Blossom asked. Butch nodded and they said good bye to Boomer before leaving.

"…My sandwiches are not fattening…they're filling!"

Zshizshibaby-Boomie, I wanna sandwich too! ME TOO! *Gets smacked with a sandwich*

Boomer-Happy!?

Suzie- I found the song that describes you, Z-Z-Baby!

Zshizshibaby-What?

Boomer-'I'm an idiot'

Zshizshibaby-We know you are.

Everyone, but Boomer is laughing.

Suzie-No, 'Unwritten' by Natasha Bedingfield...

Zshizshibaby-I was hoping it was 'Riot' by 3 Days Grace or something like that.