i'm not alive
Where are you?
"Blossom, would you speed your cute ass up? The night won't stay young forever!"
"Shut up you cocky bastard, I'm like six feet behind you- calm down." She said breezily flying next to him.
"No mentions about calling your ass cute?"
Blossom rolled her bubblegum pink eyes. "No mentions, Brick."
You were here with me seemingly moments ago. Moonlight would reflect off your hair and a fire would arise. In the air, in my eyes, in my heart.
I was the match, you were the lighter, and you'd leave me ablaze.
I'm a pyromaniac addicted to your flames.
I can't find you.
"Don't worry Bloss, we have all the time in the world." Brick mumbled in her hair, breathing her in.
"There will never be enough time, Brick." She said quietly, curled against his side.
"Then we'll create our own." Brick lifted her chin. "Remember when I say this: time is only an illusion."
He then took the liberty to kiss her lips.
I remember that night. We held each other and mumbled imperceptible things about time. At that moment, through the kisses, hugs, and lingering touches the only thing I could comprehend was that I felt whole with you. I felt so complete with your arms wrapped around my waist and mine around your shoulders drawling you closer than you already were.
The only thing that mattered was that I was blissfully unaware of how little time we had.
You were right Blossom. We would never have enough time.
My heart... it breaks too much now.
It aches for you to come back.
Brick hopped on Blossom's windowsill. He hadn't seen her in a couple days and he was getting worried.
He always seemed to worry too much. Especially about her.
Brick peered in through the translucent glass and his eyes swept over her bedroom.
A crackling sound rung muffled in his ears.
He doesn't know what hit him first: shock, panic, or agony.
His fingers were clawing at the bottom of the window trying to pry it open. Blossom? The sinking feeling traveling through his stomach just wouldn't end. Blossom!
Goddammit! He thought, I don't have fucking time for this! He threw his fist back and punched in the window. Glass shards flew over her dark wooden floor and cut his knuckles.
The dark liquid that dripped from his hand was the same shade as the liquid that spilled from her body. Her blood was splattered on the floor, running over the dark wood. She held a gun in her right hand and a small bullet hole was created in her chest.
There was so much blood.
Her pale face looked up at him. "Brick?" A weak smile gained control over her mouth. "I always knew I had bad aim." Her body fell backwards.
He caught her limp figure. "Blossom?" His voice was so quiet.
He looked down at her face, a small cough emitted from her lips and a small amount of blood spit out. Her hand reached forwards and lightly stroked his cheek. "I told you, Brick. We'll never have enough time."
"Blossom?" Her smile was still present.
Her eyes that once held so much happiness were beginning to look lifeless, light was turning dark. Her voice was getting faint. "Remember when I say this: time is just an illusion."
He was choking up.
"Don't make me being gone longer than it has to be."
"Please... don't go." He held her hand to his cheek. "Stay with me."
"I still love you."
Nothing.
I sit at a place we called our own. A small hill under a large oak, farther to the country side.
I like to believe you're still here, I like to believe that your head still rests on my shoulder, I like to believe that your arms wrap around my waist.
That I can still feel the warmth of your body against mine.
But, it's only a memory.
You're only a memory.
Sometimes I see your face in a crowd of people, but you're not there. And it hits me - you'll never be there.
It takes me a minute to realize I'll never know why you left.
You seemed so happy, there was light in you eyes- I saw it. Why did you let that go? You never told me, you left without reason.
I'm as cold as the day you left.
"Brick?" Blossom looked up from her laptop.
She sat on a park bench, typing away about Lord knows what.
"Hey Bloss, what're ya typin'?"
"A report." She said, her sharp eyes returning to the screen.
"About?" He pushed sitting beside her.
"Why do you want to know?" She asked, exasperated.
"Can't I be interested?"
"Why do you care?"
He shrugged. "Can a human not be curious?"
"Coming from the boy who never wanted anything to do with me, it strikes me odd." Blossom pointed out, shutting her computer. "I've got things to do, so if you'll excuse me." She began to stand.
Brick shot his hand out and caught her wrist. "Wait. We both know I don't give two fucks about your report."
"Yeah, I know." She said yanking her hand back.
"I came to ask you something." Brick watched in amusement as her face scrunched up.
"Well," she snapped, "ask. You're wasting my precious time." She looked really beautiful when she's irritated.
"Right, right, um... so I was wondering if..." he scratched the back of his neck, hating his life, "if maybe you'd like to go see a movie or get dinner or whatever..." he trailed off, looking away trying to hide his heating face.
"You mean a date?" So blunt..
"Yeah... something like that."
He peeked over to see Blossom's face, she looked angry. "Well look at me, moron!"
"Eh?" He said, a bit startled.
"Christ you've really lived up to your name brick head," she sighed, "pick me up at seven."
I keep reliving a nightmare.
Every night I wake up gasping for air, I'm covered in a cold sweat. My sheets stick to my skin and they're thrown around.
All I see is your dead face, glassy eyes looking past me, and all I think is how I could've saved you.
Did I not love you enough?
Is it my fault you're gone?
Was I not enough to keep you here?
Our flames have died, no light in the night. I will forever sit, with no intention of igniting again.
I want to join you, I want to be with you again, but I can't bring myself to pull the trigger. Does that mean my love for you isn't strong enough?
I want to live and be with you. I want to breath you all over again.
I want to grow wings with white feathers and fly to you. I can't do that though. I have people who care for me, just like people who cared for you. How could I possibly leave them?
Blossom how could you leave them?
Blossom how could you leave me?
I'm not alive without you.
Brick was wearing jeans and a tee shirt- the date he had planned was nowhere near fancy. He was hoping Blossom wasn't into candlelight and restaurants for a first date.
He was so nervous his hands kept fidgeting around in abnormal spasms.
He stood outside the Utonium door at 6:58 p.m.
He continuously kept staring at the numbers on his phone.
6:59 p.m.
All he wanted was to make her happy, he hoped this would be enough.
7:00 p.m.
Brick knocked on her door, he could hear footsteps approach though he wasn't expecting who answered the door. Blossom's dad was standing in the doorway his arms crossed over his chest. Brick gulped. In the kitchen he could see Bubbles and Buttercup shooting him glares, threatening with their eyes.
"Listen up," Mr. Utonium started, "I don't trust you- not a bit- and if you in anyway, shape, or-"
"Professor!" A voice hissed from the stairs.
Brick looked behind the Professor and he really hoped his eyes weren't wide and his mouth wasn't open slightly. Blossom stood at the bottom of the stairs decked out in a loose pink tee shirt, ripped jean shorts, and a pair of roughed up grey vans. Her hair was half down, curled, and he was sure a red bow was supporting a layer on the back of her head.
Never had he seen someone look as gorgeous as she did now.
Blossom made her way in front of her father and gave Brick a slight smile, however, behind her, the Professor was continuing what he started using his eyes: 'or form I will make sure to use you as my next lab experiment, so I best advice you don't hurt her'.
Blossom exited her home. "I'll be back by eleven." She said before closing the door.
"Overprotective freak," she muttered, "sorry about him."
Brick shook his head, "No need, I didn't expect anything less."
Blossom smiled softly, "Thank you for understanding, so tell me what did you plan?"
Brick smirked. "Surprises."
These dreams were sometimes pleasant and sweet recreating our many dates and tender moments, but... they were nightmares all the same. Because I wake up and realize that I'll never see you again.
I reason with myself because I won't talk with Butch and Boomer. They can't grasp the pain I have, they wouldn't understand. Maybe I'm not giving them a chance, I don't care. I can't bare to talk about it anyways.
I can't sleep anymore.
I toss, turn, and twist but nothing works. I often take sleeping pills, never did I think I would be taking sleeping pills to get rest.
I'm a dead man walking. The life was literally sucked out of me, I guess it's safe to say you were my life.
"You can skate right?" His words cut through their semi uncomfortable silence, though I don't think Brick detected the uneasiness.
"Eh, kinda. I suck and never really learned how to skate well." She shot him a questioning glance. "We're skating, aren't we?"
Brick parked in an empty cul-de-sac. He reached in the backseat and pulled out two pairs of black skates. "What do you think?"
Blossom sighed, "I don't feel like breaking my tailbone tonight."
Brick gave her a wide smile. "Oh c'mon Bloss, just for a little while?" She rolled her eyes but begrudgingly took the pair of skates.
"Whatever." She muttered and opened the car door. She swung her legs out and kicked her vans off and began shoving her feet in the skates.
She wore a scowl on her face the whole time.
Brick easily put his on and gracefully glided his way to Blossom, who was trying to stand as she was grabbing the car hood, her feet kept trying to slip out from under her. Brick laughed at her and she finally managed to give him a good glare.
"Stop laughing you indecent prick." Her comment only made him laugh more.
"Here let me help you." He offered. And before protests could be made he snatched her hand and pulled her away from the safety of the hood.
As he pulled her out her legs began to go in opposite directions and that's when she really began to freak out. "Brick!" She squealed beginning to claw at his chest trying to regain her footing. "I don't think this was a good idea!"
"Nah this was the best idea I've had in awhile." Blossom clung to his chest. "I'll teach you, alright?"
"Fuck this up and I'll personally kill you."
"Trust me Blossie-boo." She shot daggers at his red eyes.
"Just try calling me that again."
"Blossie," He guided her a couple feet away, "boo." She tried to punch his arm but she began to fall forwards. Lucky for her, before she could face plant in the dirt, Brick's arms were waiting to catch her.
He laughed once more, "You definitely need some work."
Blossom I... I don't know how much more I can take. I keep getting hit over and over again and I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore.
I can't stand it.
A life without you, is a life without air.
I can't breath, I wake up hyperventilating drowning in my own tears.
It's another never goddamn ending pain, it'll never stop.
Damn, I need you.
"Okay," Brick stared over the menu, "I need your largest banana split with an ass load of whip cream, chocolate, sprinkles, and a cherry on top." The clerk just nodded.
"That'll be $15.50." Her monotone voice demanded punching in buttons on the register.
"No prob." He mumbled digging out a twenty, "Just keep the change. Yo Bloss would you go pick a booth?"
He didn't wait for her reply as he turned back around to face the young woman yelling at a coworker to: GET THE DAMN WHIP CREAM YOU DUMBASS!
Five minutes later the largest banana split he had ever seen was placed in front of him. "Jesus..." he muttered. Brick grabbed the bowl and smiled. "Thanks."
His eyes scanned over the near empty ice-cream parlor spotting Blossom's pink eyes. Those bubblegum looking iris's blew up to the size of China. "Lord Brick!"
He placed the bowl on the table and sat across from her passing her a spoon. "Dig in Bloss, we both get half."
She stared at him. "Do you honestly think I can eat this?"
"You can try."
Is there a way to relive that night without digging through my hazy memory? I'd put it on replay if I could.
Brick drove them out of city limits. It was nine p.m.
It was at a large oak on small hill where he pulled over and opened the door for her. "Brick where are we?"
"At a hill." Blossom rolled her eyes, he grabbed her hand. "Come with me." He led her to the tree and began to lift up a faint streak of red following him. He flew them up to the top of the oak and sat on the sturdiest branch he could find, there they looked out over the sky. The stars were clearer here, she could see constellations. "Beautiful right?"
"Mesmerizing, how did you find this place... it's, it's absolutely stunning." He was contemplated on saying a cheesy line but decided against it.
"I found it a long time ago, when you first kicked my ass out of Townsville." She nodded.
"I never thought this would happen." She whispered.
"What?"
"Us, right now, I never dreamed of being here holding your hand or rollerblading against your chest." She giggled at that last one.
"Is this bad or good?"
She didn't speak for a moment. "...Good," she smiled, "this is good."
Brick laid his back against the tree trunk, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him. A bold move but it kinda felt right.
"Blossom, don't leave."
"Leave?" She laughed, "What do you mean?"
"I mean just... just don't leave."
"I don't see why I would." A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.
You said you wouldn't leave.
Yet you did.
"Blossom!" Brick exclaimed.
"Brick!"
"I know what we should do!"
She laughed, "What should we do?"
He took hold of her hand again, "We have to be on solid ground." In a second they were in the grass beneath the tree.
She stared expectantly at him. He bowed, holding her palm to his lips, looking up at her. "Dance with me?"
The tiniest blush tainted her cheeks. "Of course."
Brick straightened and yanked her back to his chest. He spun her delicate frame around and dipped her down and back up again. They twirled and laughed, they spun and smiled, they slow danced that made his heart beat a bit too fast.
"I don't wanna leave Brick." She said in his neck.
"Trust me, I don't want to either but I don't want to be your old man's next lab experiment."
They walked to his car, he drove her back listening to soft music. The ride was hushed but comfortable.
He parked in her driveway, the porch lights on, he opened her car door and walked her to the front door. "I had an amazing time, Brick. You just keep surprising me."
"I hope to keep surprising you." She looked to the side and the blush was much more prominent on her face.
"Blossom..." He breathed placing his hand on the side of her cheek. He guided her face to his in which this became their first kiss. It was slow and hesitant, she was his first kiss. He didn't know what to do, more importantly was he doing it right? Finally he pulled back and reached in his back pocket, slipping an item in her hand.
"Have a nice night, Blossom." The words felt like honey on his lips.
He pulled away and walked back to his car, sitting in the driver's seat with the widest grin he's ever worn.
"I'm home." Blossom called from the doorway.
She came to realize Bubbles, Buttercup, and the Professor were sitting in the living room waiting for her.
"How'd it go?" Bubbles interrogated coming to her.
The blush and soft smile should've answered her question but she had to hear it from Blossom's lips. "It went really good." She whispered, Blossom finally looked at the item Brick placed between her fingers.
'Our First Date - Brick and Blossom - Mixtape'.
My hands were trembling, a gun was in my left hand.
I had locked my door, no stopping me.
I want this.
It terrifies me, but I want it. I want you.
I raised the barrel to my forehead.
"Brick..." The voice was so sad, so soft I thought I imagined it, "please don't."
Blossom...?
"Please, Brick, I'm begging you, put the gun down." Her voice sounded so real, a tear slid from my eye.
"Blossom?! Blossom?! Where are you? Blossom!"
"Brick, you know as well as I do that I'm.. I'm not here." Her voice sounded so strained, like she was about to cry.
"B-but your voice?"
"Please Brick, please, don't shoot yourself, please."
"I want to be with you though, Blossom, I just want to hold you again." More tears were streaming down my cheeks. "I want to see your beautiful face."
"But I want you to live." She whispered, "I want.. I want you to live with your friends and family. Don't end your life!"
"Can't you see?" He said lowly, "I can't live without you!"
"Then live for the both of us! Don't end your life so easily Brick!"
"Can you not register this? I don't want to live if you're not here!"
The gun against my head was shaking. "Don't you want to be with me?"
"Of course I do, I want to hold you one more time, I want to kiss you just one more time, but Brick, you can get over my death, you're so much stronger than me."
"I'm weak Blossom."
"No you're not!"
"I'll always be weak and even if I do get past your death a part of me will always be gone. I'll never feel complete."
I took a deep breath. "Blossom," my voice was soft, "I'm ready to see you."
Another tear fell, "I never got to say I love you back, you know."
A crackling sound filled the room, a body slumped against the floor.
"Brick?!" A voice was screaming on the other side of his door. "Brick?! BRICK?!" A moment later the door came crashing down. "Brick...?"
Boomer saw his brother's dead body, his back slumped against his bottom head board, a gun in his left hand, a small bullet hole at the base of his forehead.
Little did Boomer know he wasn't the only one crying.
hi :) this is a small little disclaimer that I don't own PPG or RRB I hope you enjoyed my little one-shot, if you did I'd appreciate it if you reviewed. It would really encourage me to write and post more :3
[constructive criticism need]
-ledges
{I actually wasn't sure if I should post this chapter only for the fact I thought it was a really random first date X3}
