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Brick sighed, realizing that getting to sleep was going to be harder than he thought. After all, he had been looking forward to Math class all day for the nap he was planning on having, but now, that stupid pink Powerpuff seemed to be distracting him from the possible dreams he could have been having. But no, Blossom had to be the most beautiful girl in the whole entire school. She couldn't stick to her smarts, but she had to focus on her good looks, too. It just wasn't fair.

Okay, so maybe he was kind of turned on by his counterpart, but physical needs could be just as strong as the power to see reason. Luckily for him, Brick could use those needs to his advantage, or maybe that was too cruel. 'No, no,' he thought, 'stick to the plan.' Damn, he was started to go soft; he could feel it. And, it was all because of Blossom. Maybe she was performing some kind of voodoo on him. Perhaps Blossom bewitched Brick with a curse that made him lo…erm… think that's she's okay for a girl. It must have been some sort of black magic. The feelings that Brick was developing for Blossom should be sin.

"You know, you really should be paying attention," his brother, Butch, sat in the desk next to Brick. He thought he was being funny by saying things like that, but truthfully, it was very annoying.

"Shut it, Butch. For your information, I am paying very close attention," Brick replied, glaring at his brother.

"Yeah, to Blossom," Butch scoffed quietly, writing down something on a piece of notebook paper.

"Butch, you have no idea what you are talking about. Blossom and I are…" Brick trailed off not knowing what to say next. To be more specific, he couldn't think of a violent enough word for 'enemy.' Maybe he could just say that.

"Falling in love," Butch said slowly, teasing his brother. "Chill, okay? It's not like I'm going to tell anyone."

"Why? Ehm, I mean I don't know what you're talking about. If I liked Blossom-"

"You'd be denying it with every bone in your body. Kind of like now, huh? I don't see why you just don't admit it." Butch leaned forward and tapped the person sitting in the desk in front of him on the back. He whispered something in his ear, the person nodded, and Butch sat back in his desk.

"What was that all about?" Brick questioned him with suspicion.

"Just passing a little note," he answered, with a sly smirk.

Brick tensed up. He had a funny feeling that Butch was doing something that Brick would have to kill him for later or maybe that was simply paranoia. Being the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys had its own disadvantages. But, the number one problem was having your teammates question your determination to take out an opponent. Actually, no, it's having them question your power, period. It was very annoying, and sometimes it just wasn't worth it. So, what if Brick did like Blossom? It's not like he was planning on doing anything about it. It's not like he was going to ask her out in hopes to go on a date 

with her. Falling in love was not something Brick would do. He refused to let himself feel suck a weak emotion.

The note was finally passed back to Butch. He opened it and read it. Butch smiled widely. "Here, you might want to read this."

"What is it?" The red Rowdyruff questioned.

"Just look at it!" Butch exclaimed.

"Okay."

My brother is too shy to ask you out, so do you want to maybe catch dinner and a flick with him tonight at 7? Btw, I'm talking about Brick.

Yes.

Obviously, this note had been passed to Blossom, and she had said yes. Damn it! He glared over at Butch as the bell ranger loudly throughout the school. "How could you do that?"

"No need to thank me. It's was brothers are for." Butch popped his collar. He and his brother bickered all the way out of the classroom. "Shh, you moron. She's headed this way."

Blossom was about to walk into Brick until she avoided his direction. She was clearly just as put off by this date thing just as he was. Maybe that wasn't too bad. They could be nervous together. Brick turned his head, following Blossom with his eyes. While walking by him, for the shortest second, her eyes locked with his. She offered him a little smile, and he returned it. He thought that he detected laughter in her pink eyes. Was she laughing at him or was she laughing with him? Either way, maybe would find that out tonight on their date. Damn Butch!

The two finally turned their heads away. Unfortunately for Brick, it was too late. He bumped into a door. Butch patted him on the back, "Well, they do say that love hurts."

"Shut up," Brick groaned, shaking off the hurt.

"Touchy. Come on, you have to be in love with you with the way that you just looked at her. You even bumped into a pole. Bro, that is so cliché, that love is the only explanation." Butch's attention wandered quickly when he saw his own target walk by. "Gotta go. Hey, Buttercup!"

Brick rolled his eyes. Maybe he could use that against Butch later. After all, Brick couldn't be the only own falling in lo-… having a tinny tiny little crush on his counterpart.