Brick or Dexter, is the new title! It is Blossom's All for nothing.
This is getting corrupted by freaking Twilight. I read it... and now everything in my mind is Twilight. I am an obsessed fan. This was an abandoned project from October. I revived it and published it. This chapter has more about Blossoms family.
I was kissing Brick, when Dexter came. "B-blossom!? How could you? I thought you loved me?"
I stopped and turned.
Brick grinned, evilly, then disappeared.
"Dexter! I can explain!"
"Then start doing it."
"When you left... it hurt me... so bad."
He pointed a gun at me. "I don't want you anymore. But Brick doesn't deserve you." He shot the blast.
"Ahhh!" I screamed leaping off of my pillow.
"What is it, Blossom?" Buttercup screamed, annoyed. "I was just dreaming."
"That makes two of us." I murmered.
"Are you okay Blossom?" Bubbles said-sweet, sweet Bubbles.- I could still tell she was annoyed.
"Yeah... it was just a bad dream." I said, sighing.
"It's what you get when you lay your lips on that fish." Buttercup said.
Why did I even tell her?
"Giiiirls, Breaakfaaast!"
I missed the days when we were little. We had that AWESOME bed. Now it's three bunks, Bubbles on top, Me in the middle, and Buttercup on the bottom. We'd scream 'Oh Boy, Breakfast!' Jump out of bed and race.
Bubbles skipped down the stairs. Buttercup ran down the stairs. I moped down the stairs.
"Ugh. Dad? Can we use a different brand." I said, pointing to the Dexter Egg Shack box.
"No." Buttercup said, before dad could answer.
"I like De-" Bubbles realized why.
I got up, and walked out. "I'll see you guys at school."
When I got to school, I saw Brick.
"What happened? Today I was calling you." He said.
"Well... I was... dreaming." I said the last part softly.
"It's about Dex, isn't it." He asked.
"Partly..." I said to him, moving my hair behind my shoulder.
"What was the other part?" He asked.
"You'd be too flattered." I laughed.
"Try me."
"It was about..." She said, lowering her voice. "You."
"Me?" He whispered back.
"Yes. You. You're amazing. I've never thought of you as a-"
"It's okay. You don't need to say it." He held her.
I blushed even more. "This is why I didn't want to tell you. Someone would think that I got a fever or something like that."
"Tell me;" He said. "To you, what is the meaning of love?"
"Love... is when you like someone... loads and loads... you like to be with them. Or when you like something alot. Heck, I guess I love you." I said, then kissed him.