Yes, this is a new beggining! That way, it'll actually make sense!

Boomer: Yaaaayy, sense!

Anyways, The PPG and RRB have a very big family now! If you'd like to get to know them better, check out their descriptions on my profile!

Beck: yeah, come check me out. I might be worth your while. *winks.*

Bennett: Hehe, Now read the stowy guyzzz! *zooms off after Burne*

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I slowly sat down on my rocking chair, making sure to be careful. I looked around, identifying my surroundings. I sat in the sun-room of our-my house, with floor to ceiling windows on all walls. I looked out the windows and watched the meadow of flowers that surrounded my house sway back and forth with the wind.

The rose colored part of the meadow swayed unrealistically, as if in a slow dance.

I felt the tears run down my cheeks, and i bit my lip, pulling myself together. He wouldn't want me to be like this. I didn't want to disappoint him.

As i wiped the wetness off my cheeks, i tried to remember what i came in here for, what was so important. I looked a round for clues...a contact booklet, my reading glasses, and my telephone. They seemed right, but i didn't know what i was supposed to do with them.

I was an intelligent woman. I was. But lately, I was forgetting everything. I forgot my own thoughts moments after thinking them.

I knew what was coming, that my time was near. I didn't fear it, and when the time comes, I will go with ease. What keeps me going is knowing once I'm there, I'll be able to see him again.

His young self, with his blood red eyes that were intense yet gentle, his messy bright orange hair, smashed against his head by his red backwards cap...and his smirk. The smirk that confused me so, yet comforted me instantly. I missed that smirk. Though my son, Blake is the spitting image, and i see it every other day, His contains something different. His, could contain all his emotions at the same time. Smug, cocky, happy, teasing, inviting, and challenging. Blake's, mostly contains happiness. Sometimes teasing and/or challenging, but mostly happiness.

Blake never knew his father...and neither did his daughter, my gran-daughter, Blaise.

Blaise was now 13, and was raised by Blake and I. Her mother is better off out of the picture, but sometimes i fear she'll have to go through the same things Blake did. Most likely Blake thinks the same thing.

And just like that, i remembered what i came in here for. I quickly grabbed my contact booklet and opened it to the page with the title, "Family."

As i went to the mirror in my bathroom, i stared at the women in front of me. Her once long flowing auburn hair was now cut to her ribs, not nearly as thick anymore. Gray hairs sprouted at the top of her head, and fell to the tips of her hair. Her once bright pink eyes were now dull, missing a certain sparkle. Her milky skin was now covered in wrinkles. I watched as the elderly woman in front of me reached up to the top of her head to touch the gray hairs.

I couldn't help but think about what he would look like if he grew old as well. Would his blood red eyes turn dull too? Would he grow wrinkles? Would his bright red hair have turned white? Would he still wear that smirk? The woman in the mirror's eyes turned glassy, tears threatening to spill, so I quickly walked out. He would want me to be strong, so that's what I'll do.

I walked into my bedroom and began to pick up my clothes from the night before. Once I was done in there, I walked back into the sun-room. I would have a little while before they all came, so I figured I'd rest up. I sat back in the love seat across from my rocking chair.

I couldn't help but notice that outside in the meadow, there was a patch of light blue flowers mixed in with a set of cobalt blue flowers. They swayed back and forth together in harmony, making them look like one whole. Then, on the far right, there was a patch of buttercups next to the forest. The dark green contrasted the buttercups, making a beautiful scene.

I then, out of habit returned my eyes to the roses in the middle. As always, they swayed with the wind as if they weren't attached to the ground. As if they were in a slow dance to a song unheard to the human-ear.

And then, I was taken back to a memory of a certain red-head...

We were at a formal ball. Him in a tux, me in a long, sparkling red gown. We searched the room for our target, with no success.

Suddenly, his hand wrapped around my waist.

"We look suspicious. Lets dance." I simply nodded my head and let him lead me to the center of the floor, to baffled by the sudden physical contact to do much else. As the song faded into a new slow song, we began to sway.

I searched the room over and over, not finding any clues whatsoever. When my eyes drifted back to his, they were already fixated on me.

"What?" I had asked, not very comfortable with him staring at me like that. It made me feel naked; like he could see right through me.

He smirked. "What do you think?" I had gotten so frustrated. He seemed as if he could see right through me, and I couldn't even understand him.

I rolled my eyes. "About what?" He seemed unaffected by my temper, and was looking around the room. His eyes eventually fell back to mine.

"About all this. About...How a couple of months ago, we were in a completely different world..." His eyes were filled with something new as he stared into mine...

I would always remember that night. That was the night i realized there was more the just hatred between us...The night that changed everything...

A door bell interrupted my thoughts, and i looked over to the clock. A half hour had past by. I stood up, and braced myself. I walked out of the sun-room and over to my front door, an elegant smile forming on my face. I opened the door to be greeted with a bear hug.

"Blossom! It's been so long!" Bubbles squealed despite herself, and I couldn't help but smile at her young spirit.

"Bubbles, its been a week." I chuckled, and she released me. I looked behind her to see the whole family. Holy cow, I thought.

We were a big family, that was for sure. Especially Butch and Buttercup's side. They had had three kids, Beverly, Bronson and Burke. They were all great kids, and they had kids as well. Beverly had married Jack Michelson, who was already like family to us. They had two kids together; 12 year old Butterfly, and 5 year old Byron.

Now, Beverly was an angel, somehow. So i guess certain traits skip a generation, because Butterfly and Byron could not be anymore like their grandparents.

Butterfly was stubborn as a mule, and very, very competitive. Byron, had inherited his grandfather's hyper-ness, and was always getting into trouble, to Butch's delight.

Bronson had one kid, Beck. He was the Casanova, just like his father. Then there was Burke's child, 3 year old Burne. Burne was the most destructive, and unlike all his siblings and second cousins, used his powers, well, not always for good.

Bubbles and Boomer had twins, Beau and Brodie. Beau had two kids; Bae and Bonnie. Bae was 16, and the oldest of the third generation. He was very protective over his siblings and second cousins. Then there was Bonnie, who was, like her grandmother, the joy and the laughter of the group. Brodie has one child, and that was little Bennett. Bennett was 3 years old, and was such a sweetheart. He was the prankster of the group, and loved messing with his cousin Burne, the most.

Then, there was my son, Blake.

Blake was the spitting image of his father, and was a mommas boy. He had grown up with only me around, so of coarse he was. He had one child, and that was his daughter, Blaise.

Beautiful Blaise, who inherited alot of her traits from her grandmother. I gave her my old red ribbon when she was born, and she has been wearing it around her wrist ever since.

I giggled at the sight of my family, and ushered them all in. Once they were in, I decided to take them to the biggest room in the house, the sun-room.

I sat in my old rocking chair, while Bubbles, Boomer, Buttercup and Butch sat on the nearby couches. Our children sat on beanbags, and our grandchildren sat on the floor, in front of me. Blaise sat the closest.

"Hi Anty Bloss-um!" Bennett squealed. He sat on the floor next to Burne, cross-legged and waving his hand in the air. I smiled.

"Hi sweetheart." I waved back. Burne rolled his eyes.

Buttercup cleared her throat. "Blossom, what's this about?" She asked, suspicious. Butch raised his eyebrows in agreement.

I sat up straighter in my chair and looked at my family, my eyes resting at Blake's. He offered a comforting smirk, and i sighed.

"I think...," I spoke, referring more to my siblings,and Butch and Boomer more than anyone else, "That its time to tell them the story." I spoke with authority, my head held high.

The responses happened all at once.

Buttercup's eyebrows scrunched together. Bubbles let out a tiny squeak. Boomer's eyes widened. Butch leaned back in his chair more, and sighed.

The rest of our family looked at all of us, confused. Butch rubbed his temples.

"Are you sure, Blossom?" He asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Our family looked from him to me. I nodded. Boomer shrugged, and pulled Bubbles closer. "Well, its not like were getting any younger..." Bubbles nodded in agreement.

I looked over to Buttercup, her eyes staring at the floor.

"...Buttercup?" I whispered comfortingly.

She sighed. "Yeah...I guess your right."

Blake was the first to speak up. "What are you guys talking about?" His blood red eyes searched mine, and I hoped he couldn't read them too easily...

"Blake, I think it's about time you learn about your father."

At the mention of him, everyone's eyes snapped to mine, waiting anxiously. Blake's eyes widened momentarily, then he regained his posture. He didn't speak, no one did.

Well, i guess I would be telling the story.

yeessss ! new beggining! WHOO! Now, the real story will begin.

If you want to know more about the family, then go to my profile. I have all the character's there (;

Burne: WEAVE ME ALONE BENNETT!

Bennett: I done wanna! *Zooms after him*

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