*It's Saturday morning, about 10 A.M. He's laying on his back on his bed, which has a reverse-able comforter. Up side is dark red, other is black. Pillow cases are all black. Head is resting on one. He has on a black t-shirt, dark jeans, and black sneakers. The room is dark, because he closed the blinds and turned off the lights. He's pretty much just mourning. After all, he does have to go to court tomorrow for speeding and not having a license. And the thing that happened earlier last night. And during school yesterday too. (Sorry, just trying to paint a picture in your head :)

how could I be so stupid? I just can't understand it. The way other people's minds work. I need that power, the power to read minds, that way, I can never mess up again. Never...

*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK*

Boomer: Hey dude, can I come in? I think you should tell me what's up.

Brick: No. Seriously, leave me alone.

Boomer: Well then come up and eat at least. You missed breakfast.

(Keep in mind that Boomer is a sensitive guy and acts similar to Bubbles. He's like the mother of the three, if you will.)

Brick: I'll go up when I feel like it.

Boomer: Don't make me come in there.

Brick: You wouldn't.

*Boomer breaks the door, removes it, and places it on the floor. Brick's surprised and glares at Boomer, but doesn't move.*

Boomer: Actually, I would. Now there's something up. Starting with yesterday. Last night, something went up with Blossom, because she's missing. She didn't go home, her sisters can't find her, and I think the only reason your hear is because the cops got you. You've stopped flying ever since you came back from "wrestling the bears". I have that much down, bro.

*Brick grunts*

Boomer: You're gonna talk whether you like it or not.

Brick: Why do you care?

Boomer: Uh, dude, if you haven't noticed, I'm your brother. Now start talking.

Brick: Fine.

*Brick starts from being jealous of Dickon and talking with him to Blossom flying away and him stealing Butch's car. (Which is now at the towing place. Butch wasn't the happiest guy when he found this out.)*

Boomer: Dang, man. You got yourself stuck good. Not one ounce of chem. x left??

Brick: Nope, not one.

Boomer: So what you gonna do? We should warn those girls.

Brick: No, they won't believe us. The only thing they know is that it's somehow my fault Blossom disappeared, and won't trust our word. Plus, we both gotta admit, they're falling for those guys hard. They have somethin' up their sleeves, and I can't figure out what.

Boomer: Yup, you gotta point...

Brick: HEY! I know, why don't we hit Mojo's place and see if he's got anymore chemical x on him? That would solve my powers problem for about a day, probably long enough to do something about the rock guys and the girls.

Boomer: Score one for the red dude! THAT'S called using your head!

Brick: Yeah, yeah, let's just get ourselves over to Mojo's, NOW.

Boomer: Got it. Come on.

*Picks up brick ad flies out the door and out to the city.*