Brick should be happy.

He's the hottest guy in school dating the hottest girl in school. He's quarterback of the football team and has been getting calls from colleges ever since his sophomore year. His parents are fairly rich and he can have anything he wants.

So why wasn't he happy?

It couldn't be because of his girlfriend. With her fiesty pink eyes, blazing orange hair and curvy body, there was no reason not to love her. Yup, Berserk was a real catch.

So what could it be?

The hallways cleared as he walked down, a few of his peers reaching out for a handshake or a slap on the hand. Some girls giggled and blew kisses, while others grumbled about what a self-centered pig he was. There was no reason for him to be paying attention where he was going; everybody naturally moved out of his way. As he pulled off his hat to run a rough hand through his orange locks, he felt a hard shove in his chest. His eyes widened in shock as he fell backwards, landing squarely on his bottom. The whole hallway quieted, looking at the fallen boy. His eyes glared at each person, daring them to even lift the corners of their mouths.

"I-I'm so sorry!"

Brick's eyes snapped forward, looking at the person who squeaked out the pathetic apology. Her orange hair was in her face as she looked down, weakly pulling her books back into her lap. Her bottom lip was in between her teeth and she looked positively nervous. Brick squinted at her, trying to place her face. Who the hell was this girl?

"I ... I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. It's totally my fault. I'm sorry." She squeaked again, eyes flickering to his for a split second. His own widened in shock when he saw the pink color. Only Berserk had those eyes!

"Trying to look like my girlfriend, eh?" Brick taunted, glaring menacingly at the girl. She bit her bottom lip again and shook her head.

"It's just a birth defect..." She muttered, slowly standing up. Brick decided this girl was relatively harmless, so he stood up before her and grabbed her hand. Her pale face flushed slightly as she shakily got up, fixing her books in the crook of her elbow. "T-thanks." She whispered, pulling her bottom lip into her teeth again. Most of the hallway cleared out, growing bored with the encounter. There a few slackers still left over, but none were paying attention to the pair.

So there was nobody to see Brick reach out his hand and grab her bottom lip gently, tugging the pink flesh from between her teeth.

"Don't do that," Brick whispered. "You'll make it bleed." The girl nodded her head slowly, looking down at the ground.

"I should probably get to class," she squeaked, turning away. "Don't wanna be late."

Brick grabbed her arm, making her stiffen and turn slighty toward him. "I never got your name." He stated, staring into her face.

"Blossom." She whispered before escaping his grip and hurrying to class.

Blossom...

"Did you put that little bitch in her place?" An obnoxious voice questioned. Brick narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend and shook his head.

"It was an accident."

"An accident!" Berserk exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowed. "She knocked you on your ass!"

"Don't remind me," Brick growled. "I don't even know how she managed to do that."

The redheaded girl before him snorted and shook her head. "You're becoming soft, that's how."

"What!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening at his girlfriend.

"You heard me. The old Brick would've sent that bitch crying."

Brick pondered that for a moment and realized she was right. If this was a week ago, he would've pushed that girl back on the ground and threw her book in the trash. He frowned, remembering her soft pink eyes. Nothing like Berserk's cold ones. Her skin looked soft and clean, unlike Berserk's bronzed face with makeup caked on. Her voice was low and silky, contrasting completely to Berserk's loud and obnoxious tone.

Wait, what am I thinking? He shook his head, clearing the thoughts.

"You're right, baby." He whispered, leaning for a kiss. Berserk smirked and pushed him back on the couch, climbing on top of him.

"Of course I am."

Blossom entered her house with a sigh. It was empty, as usual, because everyone was probably out. She envied her sisters, who, unlike her, were sent to Townsville High instead of Pokey Oaks High. They usually either had friends over or were out. Blossom, on the other hand, had no social life and spent most of her time reading. Not that she had a problem with that.

The Professor though it wouldn't be fair to send all three girls to the same school. They all excel in something; Blossom: academics, Buttercup: athletics and Bubbles: arts. If they all went to the same school, there'd be no chances for anyone else to shine. Of course when the Professor proposed this idea, Blossom volunteered. She was willing to take one for the team, convincing herself that it wouldn't be so bad without her sisters.

Boy, was she wrong.

If she had known teenagers were so damn judgmental, she wouldn't have decided to go on this adventure alone. She thought everybody appreciated intelligence. She didn't know being smart would land her a permanent spot at the bottom of the social food chain.

Almost nobody knew who she was, and if they did, they knew her as the annoyingly smart nerd with the pink eyes. She also received much torment from Berserk, who claimed that Blossom was trying to be her. It's not my fault I was born like this! She would always cry out, but to no avail.

Today was especially nerve wracking for her because she made Brick Jojo fall on his ass and he didn't kill her. He had actually smiled at her and helped her up! And when he pulled her bottom lip from between her teeth... let's just say that wasn't something that happens to everyone.

Blossom was suspicious. She looked over her shoulder constantly, afraid that she would be attacked from the back. But, nothing happened and she arrived home in one piece.

She sighed again and dropped herself on the couch, pulling books out of her bag to start her daily study session.

It was going fine until the door opened with a slam! and her two sisters walked in, friends trailing behind them.

"Hey, Blossom." A brunette greeted, barely looking at the girl. Blossom simply nodded and shrunk in her seat.

"Leader Girl!" Buttercup exclaimed, plopping on the couch next to Blossom.

"Boy, did I hear some things about you today!"

Blossom gulped and looked up, seeing Bubbles and the rest of the teenagers sit on the other couch.

"Really?" She managed to say, feeling the gaze of everyone's eyes on her. "What'd you hear?"

A small girl with a loud mouth jumped up. "You totally put that Brick Jojo flat on his narcissistic ass!" The rest of the group burst out laughing and Blossom just looked down.

"It was an accident," she whispered. "Seriously."

"Come on, Red. Lighten up, we're just joking with you." Buttercup nudged her, and sighed while she stood up. "We just came here to check in with you, see ya later!"

The seven teens stood up and piled out of the house. "Bye, Blossom." Bubbles squeaked, giving her sister a sad look. She was dismissed with a wave and the door shut soundlessly behind her.

I'll finish the rest upstairs, Blossom sighed before gathering her books and heading to her room. It sucked to be so lonely.

It was black. Pitch black. Brick can't even see his hands in front of him. The air was still and silent, the only sounds were of Brick's panicked breaths.

"Hello?" He called out, red eyes straining to focus. There was no reply, which relieved and worried Brick. Relieved that no one is there, worried that no one is there. He took a step forward and stopped. There was a faint light coming out of the darkness. He squinted to see what it was, when he noticed the light was pink. His eyes focused a little and he realized that they were eyes. Pink eyes.

"Hey, Brick." The voice behind the eyes said. It was soft and silky and sweet. Brick gulped and wondered who it could be. There were only two people he knew with those colored eyes: Blossom and Berserk. But why would he be dreaming about Blossom?

"Hey, Berserk." He finally greeted back. The pink eyes flashed with anger, and that's when he realized the pink was too soft to be Berserk. "Blossom?" He whispered, and the eyes softened again.

"Yes," she said as she stepped out of the darkness. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail rather than her usual out-and-in-her-face style. Red lipstick dressed her plump lips and a bit of black eyeliner made her pink eyes all the more stunning. Brick gulped again and rubbed the back of his neck. "You're probably wondering why you're dreaming about me." He nodded and tried not to stare at her. She wasn't particularly skinny, but she wasn't fat either. She was right in the middle.

"Are you going to tell me?" Brick finally spoke up after a minute of him staring at her. She came closer and stared into his eyes. "Blossom, tell me." She stopped but continued to stare. Her eyes were cast down low and the corners of her mouth were twisted up slightly.

"It was fate, y'know," she began. Brick cocked an eyebrow and waited for her to continue. "Fate that I bumped into you. It brought us together."

"What?" Brick laughed, a puzzled look on his face. "If this wasn't a dream, I would've thought you were crazy." Blossom looked down and pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, brows furrowed. Brick frowned and reached forward, tugging her lip free. "Don't do that."

Blossom looked up into his face and grinned. "What about this?" A hand reached forward and grabbed his cheek, pulling his face down. Their lips connected almost immediately and Brick felt his lips melt against hers. The kiss was sweet and gentle, nothing like Berserk's rough and angry kisses. Blossom pulled away and Brick was left with his eyes still closed, his face red.

"You're curious about me, yes?" Blossom asked frantically. His alarm would off soon. Brick simply nodded and fluttered his eyes open. "So get to know me. Talk to me today."

"But I have a girlfriend..." He muttered, his real life coming back to him.

"I didn't say ask me out. Just talk to me."

Brick bit his bottom lip, pondering the idea. What harm could it do? He was about to agree, when he felt small fingers grab his lip from between his teeth. He looked up at Blossom and she smiled sweetly.

"See you later." And then she was gone.

The alarm clock blared and the darkness shattered like glass. Brick sat up and rubbed his eyes.

I'm gonna talk to Blossom today.

It was black. Pitch black. Blossom's teeth were chattering as she stood nervously, surrounded by the empty air. Goosebumps dotted her pale skin as she stared ahead of her, trying to make out any objects. Her pink eyes were wide with panic but she tried to keep a brave face.

"H-hello?" She managed to call out, wincing at her stutter. There was no reply and Blossom breathed a sigh of relief. This was just one of those weird dreams that tried to freak her out. If she were Bubbles, she just might have. Blossom decided that there would be no harm in exploring a little, maybe find a light or something. She took a small step forward, still suspicious of the darkness, when she saw a faint light come into view. She walked towards it, determined to find the source, when she noticed the light faded into a dark red. She stared at the two floating orbs when they shut off temporarily and then came back on. What? Blossom stepped closer a bit, when she realized the lights were staring back at her. Eyes?

"'Sup!" The voice behind the eyes finally shouted, startling Blossom for a second. She stared suspiciously at the eyes, wondering why they were in her dream. Who does she know that has red eyes? Maybe her mind was just playing tricks on her.

"Who are you?" She asked strongly, her voice not cracking this time. The eyes raised up in what must be humor and a laugh left the figure.

"Don't know who I am, eh? Maybe you only know me when we're on the floor."

Blossom gulped hard at that and squinted. "Brick?" He stepped forward and was now in full view. He did a little spin and smirked at her.

"In the flesh - well, not really." He laughed.

Blossom shook her head. "How are you in my dream?"

"It's not me, per se. I'm more of... your conscience? In Brick's form." He nodded at that and smirked. "Unless you want to dream of the real me."

"No, no. Why are you here?"

Brick held his smirk and stood there, obviously allowing Blossom to get a look at him. His long orange hair was pulled in a ponytail at the base of his neck, his red cap twisted backwards on his head. His eyes were shining and full of playfulness, making the red less intimidating as it could be. "Like what you see?" He teased, sticking his tongue out. Blossom noticed his arms were muscular, but not muscular enough to look weird. She let out a sigh and looked up at him.

"Can you tell me why you're here?" She was becoming annoyed. Why did he have to enter her dreams looking all attractive and teasing her? The one time she bumps into him, and she has a damn dream starring him. This was just stalker times ten.

"Okay. Well, let's just say it was fate that made you bump into me. Like, it was your destiny or something." Brick explained, his face becoming serious.

"I'm sorry, what?" Blossom snorted. "It was just an accident." She put her hands on her hips and looked at Brick expectantly. He sighed and checked his watch. Her alarm would go off soon.

"Listen to me. All of this was supposed to happen. You and I - or Brick, I should say - are freaking destined to be together." His hands clamped over his mouth. "Dammit, I wasn't supposed to say that."

Blossom looked down and bit her lip. Was he being serious? This is seriously crazy. Maybe she wouldn't even remember this when she woke up. Hopefully.

"Please, listen to what I have to say. I know you don't want to know me, but I - Brick - wants to know you. Just let me - Brick - in." He frowned and looked up at her with a hopeful expression.

Maybe if I agree, this craziness can stop.

"Okay, Brick. Whatever."

"Excellent!" He beamed. The darkness began to crack behind him and he sighed. "See ya later!"

Some cheesy pop song blasted out of the small alarm clock radio on Blossom's nightstand she sat up with a sigh.

Today's going to be a long day.

Brick entered the school building a little earlier than usual. His hair was brushed back into a neat ponytail and he put a little bit of thought into his outfit today. Berserk wouldn't be at school for another 15 minutes or so. This was the perfect time to find Blossom.

He couldn't stop thinking about his dream. Why did it feel so real? Why was he even dreaming about her? He frowned. Why was he actually going to talk to her? If Berserk found out, all Hell would break loose.

Blossom silently walked into school, her head down and her orange locks covering her face. She knew there was barely anybody there but she always had to make sure.

Coming to school early became a habit of hers when she noticed Berserk and her lackeys always talking about her from across the hall. Blossom was really hoping that she could avoid Brick today; that dream was just too weird. She slid her books out of her locker and took off down the hall with a sigh. If Brick actually tried to talk to her, what would Berserk do? She didn't want to find out.

"Blossom!" Said a voice from behind her. She didn't want to believe it was who she thought it was, so she turned around slowly. Brick was walking towards her from down the hall with a smile on his face. She sighed and stood there, waiting for him to catch up. "Can we talk?" He asked as soon as he was close enough.

"About?" Blossom asked wearily, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Well, to be honest, I don't even know what's going on right now. Can we talk somewhere private?" Brick frowned, noticing students were starting to crowd the hallway.

"I guess we could go to the library or something." Blossom muttered, walking in the direction of the room.

"This school has a library?" Brick asked, shock in his voice. Blossom rolled her eyes and kept walking.

They arrived at the door in 3 minutes, after walking up some stairs. The door was locked and it was dark inside.

"Guess we can't go in." Brick frowned, starting to turn away.

"Wait," Blossom commanded, pulling keys out of her pocket. "The librarian gave me this last year."

Brick nodded and leaned against the wall. After a few seconds, the door opened with a click and the two teens stepped in side. Blossom closed the door behind them before turning on the light. The library was a fairly good size, tables surrounding the perimeter with computers on top. Bookshelves were placed neatly in the middle of the room while tables with chairs crowded around.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Blossom asked softly, taking a seat at a nearby table. Brick followed her and sat down in the seat across.

"I know this may sound creepy, but I had a dream about you last night."

Blossom's breath hitched in her throat and she stared at the boy. "You probably think I'm some kind of creeper but -"

"I had a dream about you, too." She blurted. Brick looked surprised but quickly exchanged his shocked expression for a smile.

"That makes things slightly less awkward," he commented, resting his gaze on Blossom. "Let me just be straight forward: you interest me. I think there's more to you than meets the eye."

Blossom shifted uncomfortably, averting her eyes. "And?"

"And... I want to get to know you better. Can we hang out after school or something?" Brick sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and stared at the hardwood table. Blossom smiled and reached out to free his lip.

"Sure."

A/N: Sooo this is gonna have one more chapter. Got the idea from marisa lee's contest. The prompt is 'dreams'. Although I won't be submitting this, I'd like to thank her for giving me idea! The next chapter will be up as soon as I finish writing it.