A/N: This is two days after the sleep over. Mel, Maria, and Ra have left. I don't own 'The Powerpuff Girls'. ON WITH THE STORY!

Bri's P.O.V.

It was a dark and stormy night. No kidding. It really was a dark and stormy night. "BRI!" Bobbie screamed.

"What?" I asked, just as thunder cracked throughout the house.

"Can you come here?!" Bobbie exclaimed. I sighed and got to my feet. I walked up the stairs and down the hall. Then I opened Bobbie's bedroom door.

"What is it baby B?" I asked. Bobbie frowned at the nickname. "Sorry. You're younger than me and shorter than me too," I said, smiling.

"I'm afraid of the thunder," Bobbie muttered into the covers.

"You're...what?" I asked.

"Afraid of thunderstorms," Bobbie said.

"Wow. Afraid of a little thunder?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"You're afraid of spiders!" Bobbie said, trying to defend herself.

"Yes, but my fear is more rational. Spiders can hurt me, but thunder can't hurt you. Now go to sleep," I said.

I tried to walk out the door, but it was like I was mounted to the floor. I couldn't move at all. "Bri?" Bobbie asked.

"Can't...move," I said through clenched teeth.

Then, I was able to move again. I fell to the ground. Truthfully, I was really happy I could breathe again. I turned and said, "Why did that happen?"

"I think that was me," Bobbie said, "I just raised my hand and tightened it, and you-," There was a crash of thunder and Bobbie winced. "You stiffened up."

"Can...you do it again?" I asked, "To your closet? Just make the door open up."

"Okay. I'll try," Bobbie said. Bobbie extended her hand and the door started to open.

I smiled and said, "Bobbie, you found your special power."

Bobbie jumped up and started doing a little dance. "I go my power! I got my power!" Bobbie cheered. More thunder, and Bobbie screamed.

"Okay Bobbie. I'll make you some cookies and warm milk," I said.

Bobbie smiled and I got back to my feet. Then Bobbie jumped on my back and I carried her downstairs. "I'll start warming the milk, you just relax on the couch. Okay Bobbie?" I said.

Bobbie nodded, got off me, and climbed on the couch.

Soon the warm milk and cookies were done, and after just one glass of milk she was fast asleep. She was punching in her sleep, so I couldn't carry her upstairs.

I smiled as I thought of Bobbie's new ability. Telekinesis. I always thought it would be cool to have that, but that's Bobbie's special power, not mine. I chuckled to myself and picked up Bobbie and my empty milk glasses. I put them in the sink and said, "That's life for you Bobbie. It can be easy, hard, a headache, or just plain annoying."

Then the doorbell rang. "Coming!" I called, walking towards the door. I opened the door just as lightning flashed. I saw a teenage boy and a little boy standing at the front door. The older boy had a white, long sleeved shirt with a black stripe on it. He wore black jeans, and black sneakers. His eyes were red and his hair was blond. His hair was slightly longer than a guy would normally cut his hair, and it looked to be spiked with gel. The younger boy had orange eyes and brown hair. He wore an orange, long sleeved shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers. The younger boy's hair was messy and long for a boy. They were both soaked.

I smiled and said, "Hello."

"Hi. I'm Blake and this is my cousin, Robert but I call him Bobby," The teenager told me.

"Hello. I'm Bri," I said, "Need anything before I shut the door?"

"Yes. A place to sleep. Just for the night. Bobby here is scared of the thunder and he won't move another inch," Blake explained to me.

"Hm. Well, I had the same problem. My little cousin is afraid of thunder as well. I just gave her some warm milk and cookies and she was out like a light," I said, smiling.

"C-can we come in?" Bobby asked, sort of scared.

"Well sure. Now that we're friends," I said, chuckling.

I let them inside and got them each a towel and warm milk. Within minutes, Bobby had fallen sleep next to Bobbie. "Sorry we disturbed you," Blake told me.

"No. It's fine. I love guests. Really. I have eight other guests besides you two," I said, "Plus my brother and my younger cousin, Bobbie."

"Wow," Blake said. I chuckled and Blake said, "You must really have your hands full."

"Yeah. I do, but I have some help. Bobbie and Eric, my brother, help me out some," I said, shrugging.

"You're albino, yeah?" Blake asked.

"Yeah," I said, looking down.

"It's okay," Blake said, "So am I."

I said surprised, "But your hair is-,"

"Dyed," Blake told me. He pulled back his hair and I saw his hair was partially white.

I smiled wide and said, "It's great to meet another albino."

"Likewise. I was always teased for being an albino in my hometown," Blake said.

I said, "Yeah. It felt like you were-,"

"A monster?" I asked.

"Yeah," Blake said.

"It feels horrible," I said.

"I know!" Blake said, "They throw rotten fruits and vegetables at you,"

"Beat you until you're black and blue," I said.

"And they treat you like trash," Blake and I said in unison, "Yeah."

I smiled and said, "But at least the black and blue gives us some color."

Blake laughed at my joke and said, "You are very funny. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Nah. Just that I'm a boring stick in the mud," I said, rolling my eyes. Blake laughed. "I'm not kidding," I said seriously.

"Oh. I'm sorry," Blake said smiling awkwardly.

"It's fine. Come on. I'll show you to your room," I said.

Blake nodded and picked up his sleeping cousin. He followed me upstairs and into the spare bedroom. "Sorry it's kind of small," I said.

"No problem. It has two beds, so we're cool," Blake said.

"Good. Night," I said.

"Night," Blake said.

I headed downstairs and put Bobbie in her bed. Then I headed to my room to sleep.

A/N: Nicky: Bri is very trustworthy, and she'll only beat someone up if they're causing trouble. And Bobby is Blake's cousin while Bobbie is Bri's cousin. Review!