Ppgz Summer Camp

Brick's P.O.V

I can already hear Blossom's sweet voice as she says 'alright'. but it never comes.

"No," she said, her body going rigid. I stare at her in shock. She looks over at me with a sad face. "Not mine to give away, is he Berserk?" she turns back to berserk and smirks. Why do I feel sad that she said that?

Berserk pushes Bubbles ruffly into Brat's arm and comes face-to-face with Blossom. Boomer squeaks next to me as he stares longingly at Bubbles. Brat must have thought he meant her because she bats her eyes cutely. Boomer turns away disgusted. I felt myself gag.

Blossom and Berserk glare into each other's eyes and then they both step back. Berserk gets two dark pink balls of energy in synch with Blossom. They both blast forward at the same time and their beams begin fighting for power. Berserks start to gain the lead and Blossom sees it. She drops her beam and twirls our of the way as Berserk's shoots past, just missing her red hair. She smiles lightly.

"Gotta do better than that!" Berserk growls and blasts at Blossom but she dodges it again, a goofy grin playing across her face. She twists her hands and a small snowflake flys off it and into Berserk's nose.

"Your kidding right?" She laughs. Blossom just smiles bigger.

"That was just a taste," Blossom says. Berserks eyes go wide and blossom blasts forward. The cave temperature drops and when the snow clears out all I can see are three blocks of ice.

I go over to the first and see Brute, who had thankfully dropped bubbles, the second one was Berserk with a contorted face, and the third was Brat who was still looking at Boomer.

"Bubbles!" Buttercup and Blossom gasp, running over to the small figure huddled on the ground. Boomer comes over too and comes back holding Bubbles.

"I need to take her home before she freezes," he tells us.

"Go ahead. We'll figure out what to do with these three," Blossom says, motioning to the blocks of ice. Boomer nods and flies off.

"So...you're the PowerPuff girly's?" Butch asks with a raised eyebrow. BC glares and Blossom scowls.

"Look if you don't want to hang out with us, fine! But you can not tell anyone," Blossom insists.

"We won't tell if you won't," I insist. Blossom looks at me for a minute then pushes her bangs from her face.

"Alright let's get rid of these Punks," she sighs. We grab them and get to work.