BlossomxBrick Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING to do with the PPGs or the RRBs, sadly… it's ok, I'd probably mess things up anyway.

A/N: Hey guys! So I'll admit, I'm a TOTAL Powerpuff girls fan, and they just make me feel like I'm five again every time I watch their show… which is more than I like to admit… :P So this is a one-shot of Blossom and Brick together. They're teenagers, the girls still protecting Townsville and the boys still try to destroy it. Enjoy! R and R! Please? I love you people :3 you make me smile.

Blossom walked home, enjoying the sweet day. She had just gotten out of school for summer break, and even if she was a little sad she didn't have any more homework or studying to do, she was glad to be out of their over crowed high school. Bubbles and Buttercup loved the attention the three of them got at their school, but Blossom preferred to ignore it and focus on her studies.

Of course along with them, the Rowdyruff boys went to their school too, soaking up their own glory mainly from the Goth or just plain bad kids. They had the dark reputation while the girls had the good reputation, and Blossom was sick of the boys always harassing them. All. The. Time.

Blossom was particular fed up with Brick, he was really pushing her buttons. Not only was he being an absolute dick around her, but then he had the nerve to actually HIT on her whenever he saw her. He'd flirt and mess with her hair, making Blossom flinch away and make a disgusted noise, but that only fueled his amusement.

"Hey Red!"

His voice scrapped against her spine, and Blossom came to a halt, her eyes squeezed shut in frustration. Why couldn't he just leave her alone?

His loud footsteps came up next to her and stood in front of her, his annoying smirk already formed into the back of Blossom's mind.

"What Brick?" Blossom asked with as much bite in her voice as she could, refusing to look at him, her eyes still closed.

The years had been good to all six of them, the girls getting attention from every boy in their school and the boys grabbing every girls eye not matter if they were single or not. Blossom could already picture Brick 6' tall figure in front of her 5'7 body; his hand shoved into his baggy jeans and his dark red shirt hugging his muscular form. He had cut his fiery orange hair when they had first became teenagers, and ever since he's kept it at a short and spiked up manor, his side ways red hat showing some of the spike throw the hat's hole. He had become more built and filled out more, his body looking more intimidating even though Blossom knew she could kick his ass if she needed to.

Blossom didn't like thinking about Brick, mainly because he had truly become hot and she didn't want to cave into his charm, but he also just made her angry. He didn't have one decent bone in his body, and she was sick of this jerk taking up her summer time. Why didn't she just get a ride with Bubbles and Buttercup? Why did she have to walk and enjoy the day?

When Blossom didn't reply, Brick only smirked more.

"Oooo you look mad Red." He commented, teasing her with his signature smirk on his face.

Blossom clenched her teeth at one of her forever used and awful nicknames Brick gave her ever since they were kids, and she tried hard to display all the venom she felt towards him into her words. Her eyes opened quickly and pink met crimson.

"You would know. You have an amazing habit of making people pissed off." The sarcasm in Blossom's words was strong, and the smirk on Brick's face grew even more.

His body got a little closer to hers and he spoke lowly, "I don't think it's healthy to be that mad. I could help you calm down and relax, if you want." His smirk and deep red eyes burned into Blossom's mind, even though she didn't let it show. His face was close to her's, his breath playing on the front of her neck and face. It smelt like mint, the scent swirling up into Blossom's mind, and his eyes ran over all parts of her face. Hunger and flirtiness lurked in his gaze, and Blossom had to stop herself before she physically gulped. She had to get a hold of herself and get rid of this prick.

"Here's how you can help, fuck off and get out of my life."

She walked around him, her heart beating rapidly as she walked away, and she left Brick standing in her dust. Hopefully he'd stay there and not comment on her attitude or cursing, and Blossom held her breath as she strode away, her feet making a slight clicking noise on the ground.

She could hear his chuckle, and a quiet, "See ya 'round Red." Before the air rippled around her ankles and Brick took off. She didn't care; she just kept walking, eyes down and hands gripped around her back pack straps. Why did Brick always have to mess with her? It was really getting old, and all Blossom want was for Brick to grow up and get out of her life.

She got home and Buttercup and Bubbles were already sitting on their couch and watching TV. Both were relaxed in a comfortable position as they addressed their 'older by a few seconds' sister.

"Sup Bloss." Buttercup practically grunt, emerald eyes not leaving the TV.

"Hi Blossom!" Bubbles cheerfully waved, her baby blue eyes landing on the red head for about two second before returning to their original position.

Blossom rolled her eyes, shaking her head and smiling at her sisters, and Blossom started on her way up stairs.

"I'm going to relax up stairs. If you need me, that's where I'll be."

The green and blue puffs uh-huhed Blossom, and the red puff head up stairs.

She kicked her shoes off after she walked into her room, and she laid down on her bed, sighing in a relaxed relief.

After the girls turned twelve, the Professor cleaned out the two spare rooms he had up stairs and made them each their own room. Blossom's room was a nice red color, the same as her favorite bow, and her carpet was an always clean white. Her bed was a soft pink twin sized bed, her pillows a mix of the three colors, and her furniture was white. Blossom loved her room, and was proud of it too. She could always relax and have time to think in it, and it was the one place she could retreat to when she needed to get away from everyone.

Blossom was about to slip into a lovely nap, when a deep and nerve scratching voice clawed in her ears and brain.

"This is a nice room Red, I'm loving the color choice."

Blossom sat up on her elbows, eyes almost steaming with hate, as she glared towards the shadow next to her closet.

"What are you doing here?"

Brick's face appeared after her question, his glistening smirk shinning with her room's light, and his crossed arms fell to his sides. He was practically sauntering out of the darkness, getting closer to her, and Blossom could feel the steam coming off of her.

"I'm here, Pinky, to spend some quality time with my friend." He joked sarcastically, sitting on the end of her bed.

Blossom recoiled away from him and sat up fully. She didn't like being this close to him; it angered her and freaked her out a little. Why was he so close? Sure it was hard keeping her eyes off of his body, which was flexed slightly as he leaned back on his elbows, but she blinked a few times to get those thoughts out of her head. Why had they been appearing so often recently?

"Seriously Brick, if you don't get our or tell me what you want, I'll go get my sisters and we can all beat your ass." Blossom forcefully spoke, her eyes like daggers towards Brick. She didn't like it when he was acting strange; it made him look up to something and just plain wrong. He should just fess up what he's doing or get out.

Brick's eyes lingered on Blossom for a moment, before he sighed and his expression grew sad. It shocked Blossom a little, but she didn't speak, afraid she'd set Brick off.

Brick rubbed the back of his neck then stood, shaking his head. Why was he shaking his head? What was he doing?

Brick stood with his back to Blossom, head looking out the window he'd open to get in. His hands were limp at his side, and his shoulders hunched a little.

"You still don't get it do you?" He asked his voice gruff and deep, his head turning so he could see her from his peripherals. Now Blossom was really confused, like to the point she could reply.

Brick didn't wait for a reply, and he tightened his fists, turning on his heels and moved towards Blossom. His rough hand cupped her cheek and he kissed her, a lot softer than she suspected judging by how quickly he moved. Blossom was stunned at first, the movement throwing her completely off guard.

His lips were soft, they moved perfectly against hers, and Blossom soon found herself unconsciously kissing him back. Their movements were synced perfectly, even motion causing more sparks and emotions to dominate Blossom's head and body, but Brick quickly broke from the embrace, and back away.

Blossom opened her eyes and looked at the tall boy in front of her, a sad smile playing on his lips.

"If only you didn't hate me. But… you do. So I'll go now. I guess… I won't see you around. Bye Blossom."

The use of her real name made Blossom even more silent, and she could only watch Brick as he climbed out her window and flew away.

Why did she feel like this? Had she always had these weird tingly feelings trapped inside her towards Brick that she refused to unleash? Why didn't she give him a chance? He may be rude, obnoxious, and more of a royal pain in the ass than Princess, but judging by that look he gave her… he did really care deep down.

Blossom stopped talking to herself, moving and exiting her door, and she hurried down stairs and towards the door to leave. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she was going with it.

"Hey, where are you going?" Buttercup questioned, both of her sisters looking at her hurried figure.

"Out."

That was the only reply Buttercup got as Blossom left, closing the door behind her.

It was starting to get dark as Blossom got in her car, the one she almost never used, and she sped toward the heart of Townsville. Why wasn't she flying, you ask? Well Blossom was smart enough to know if she went flying around Townsville at night, there were enough villains out there just itching for a fight, and a lone flying Powerpuff girl was the perfect target. So she'd blend in like everyone else and take a car, a fight being the last thing she needed.

Her car sped to the Boy's house fast, and she parked outside. She glanced around, making sure no one was around, and she slipped inside the main lobby and headed towards the stairs. The doorman was asleep and looked like he could care less if anyone came in or not, and Blossom merely ignored him as she went up. She knew which floor their apartment was on, the three girls had to make a house call once after the boys robbed the whole bank, and Blossom hoped they hadn't moved houses.

She got to her door and without thinking, knocked quickly; praying one of the three would answer. She still didn't know why she was here, but all the left over tingled that were encouraging her feet to move also blocked out the loud, obnoxious talking of her brain. She didn't want to think right now, she only wanted to act.

Thankfully Boomer opened the door; already in his pajamas even if they had just gotten out of school not even an hour ago, and the tall blonde looked really sleepy.

His eyes grew wide as he realized who was at the door, and he stepped back stuttering, "B-blossom?"

She sighed and pushed past the baffled Boomer, giving him a quick, "Yeah Boomer, it's me. Where's Brick?" She looked around their dirty and broken down apartment, her eyes trying not to make a disgusted look on her face, as Boomer answered slowly.

"He's, uh, down the hall. Second door on the left. But-"

Blossom ignored Boomer as she made her way down the hall. She past two doors, one on the right and one on the left, until she reached the second door. Her hand touched the door knob, swinging it open, and her feet moved her into the room. Why was she here again? Oh yeah, she wasn't thinking.

Brick was standing in front of his dresser, eyes wide in shock, almost mimicking Blossom's shock earlier, and he faced her.

"Blossom, wh-"

Before he finished, she moved forward and kissed him again, hands moving to the sides of her face.

That warm tingly feeling came back, and she knew she had made a good choice. Sure he was rash, rude, and an awful person most of the time, but she couldn't keep lying to herself that she didn't have an attraction to him. She had been putting thoughts of him in the dark part of her brain for so long; she now knew she couldn't ignore them. But she didn't really want to either.

Brick kissed her back, his kiss happy and passionate, and his arms moved around her waist, a little hesitant, but there none the less.

They broke for air, and Blossom looked at Brick.

"I may hate you… but I'm willing to change that if you are." She stated quietly, not moving from their embrace.

Brick only smiled a little, nodding a little, and he kissed her again, his lips gentle, yet none of the heat wavered.

Blossom was ready to give Brick a chance, even if the super hero in her was nervous. He deserved at least one chance, and if he proved himself worthy of her forgiveness some day, then she'd give him it.

Because she did still hate him, but with her unwanted attractions and the fact she knew he cared for her, she would give him a chance to change her hate. Into something good… or at least Blossom hoped so.

A/N: Hope you liked it! Yes I'll admit the beginning was kinda lame, but I was tired when I wrote this and way too lazy to fix it. Please review, helpful reviews are welcomed, flames are not. If you didn't like it, I really don't want to hear about hope you hated it. Sorry, but haters don't faze me :P Review my lovelies who DID enjoy it! Sorry I was too lazy to fix the beginning for you, I'll do better on other ones.