Okay, I know I'm long overdue to post this chapter, but I've been battling a depression for a long time, but my excuse will be at the bottom like always.

Before you read this chapter, there are mentions of David Bowie and the lovely movie The Labyrinth. Of course I don't own any of it, but there is a character who makes "fun" of the movie. Ladies and gentlemen, I do not hate the movie at all. Its one of my favorites, which is why I put it in this fanfiction. So for the sake of my sanity, I don't want any negative PMs or reviews about the movie.

If you like it, good.

If you don't, zip it.

Now that that's out of the way, I don't own anything except Beauty and the cover art. "Magic Dance" is owned by Jim Henson, David Bowie, and Trevor Jones.


~*Magic Dance*~

Blossom walked down the sidewalk on a Wednesday afternoon. School was officially over for the day and the pink genius was walking away from school grounds alone. Blossom didn't know why she wanted to take a walk after Coach Jojo made them run laps in gym, but she felt like she needed to clear her head.

School wasn't the most eventful day of her life. It wasn't comforting that Ben continued asking her about what happened at the council meeting, but not only Princess—Beauty single-handedly tortured Blossom that entire day. Princess was being her obnoxious self, as usual, and that was some Blossom was able to deal with on a daily basis.

Beauty was not.

Beauty and Blossom had never had any sort of verbal contact outside the student council meetings and this continued to this day, but whenever Blossom passed Beauty in the hallway or at lunch, Beauty gave Blossom her acknowledgement; a glare that was meant to kill. Beauty didn't do anything and she doesn't have to do anything. One threatening glare from the orange girl meant that you were on her bad side until the day you died. The last student who got a mean glare from Beauty only lasted two days before being "mysteriously" transferred Uruguay.

Blossom sighed as she buried her face into her hands. She never wanted this to happen. In fact, this was the kind of thing she was avoiding in the first place! Blossom wished she could see Ben again just so she could punch his handsome face.

Blossom lifted her head up to see a 2010 red Ford Mustang pulling up beside her. The hard rock music could be heard from outside as the car parked on the side curb on the block Blossom was walking on. The music died away and a driver side door opened to reveal Mr. Jojo—also known as Brick.

Wearing his red cap on his head, Brick loosened his tie while beckoning Blossom to come closer. Blossom obeyed without question.

Today was the promised date that Brick was begging for; a movie date. Yesterday Blossom and Brick made a serious negotiation which led her to this moment he had be dying for all week. Blossom told the Professor that she would be with some classmates watching an educational movie for extra credit in her class.

Technically half of that was true.

Brick moved to the other side of the car and opened the passenger side for Blossom like a gentleman. Blossom sat inside the car without question. The interior was pretty decent; slightly worn-out leather seats with a few stains here and there, carpet that looked like it was recently cleaned out, standard radio with a CD and iPod player, along with sticky cup holders from God-knows-what. In the backseat, there were a few stacks of paper, large folders, a football, Brick's suit jacket and tie, and a bunch of CD cases on the floor. The car had a relaxing scent of Brick's cologne and the "New Car Smell" air freshener.

Once Blossom was inside, Brick sat in the driver's seat and buckled his seatbelt as did his date. Brick turned the steering wheel and they sped farther away from suburbs and into the busy highway in minutes. The CD player was playing some nice rock music by a band Brick mentioned once. The music filled the car causing the two passengers to nod their head to the beat. Even though the lyrics were cryptic and generally dark at first, Blossom grew to enjoy it.

She turned to Brick. "Which band is this?"

Brick took a second to take his eyes off the road and toward Blossom. "Dead By Sunrise. My little brother, Boomer, gave me his CD to listen. They're pretty good."

Blossom nodded her head as they arrived on the interstate. Brick had to slow down due to rush hour. It was that time of day when school and work were over and everybody was driving home at the same time. Thankfully the music was blocking out the traffic noise from outside. With the car driving about three inches per minute, Brick's right hand reached over the gap to hold Blossom's left hand.

Blossom blushed and squeezed his hand tighter. The both of them stared at each other with large grins on their faces. Blossom didn't know what Brick did, but he instantly made her forget about her problems in school. Hell—it made her forget that Brick was her teacher.

Because in that moment, they weren't Mr. Jojo and his student Blossom Utonium.

They were Brick and Blossom; two people in love and on a date.

Brick pulled Blossom's hand to his lips and gave her fingers a gentle kiss. Blossom blushed and wanted to take her hand away from him, but then that would mean she would have to let go of his hand.

"What movie are we going to see?" She asked.

Brick stared at her quizzically. "I didn't tell you?" She shook her head.

"Last night you were too busy grading papers you didn't have time to tell me." She reminded.

Brick nodded his head in remembrance. "That's right. Well I made sure it was a movie that you don't want to see." He smirked causing Blossom to roll her eyes.

"It's pretty rude to just go out to the movie just to make-out." She clarified. "We could at least show the movie employees some respect and watch the first half of the movie."

"First quarter." Brick bargained. "Trust me, this movie is so horrible you wouldn't want to watch the first five minutes."

"I'll be the judge of that. I've seen some pretty terrible movies in my life so far." Blossom said causing her date to smile. "You're in a pretty good mood."

"Work today wasn't the most enjoyable day, but I was looking forward to this date, so that was what pulled me through."

Blossom sighed. "Tell me about it."

As the car moved forward another few inches, Brick gave Blossom a reassuring smile. "Well, look on the Brightside. You're not going to the dance with Ben."

Blossom nodded. "Although I do feel bad for telling him 'No' in front of everybody. It must have been embarrassing for him."

"Stop worrying about him and pay attention to me." Brick said slightly childishly. Blossom giggled.

"You're really cute when you're jealous."

"And very dangerous too…"

Brick rolled his eyes. "Jealous of a kid? As if."

"Liar."

"I am not."

"You are too! Don't deny it."

"Jokes on you babe, because I don't get jealous."

"You're a liar and you know it!"


The coupled seemed to have argued about Brick's jealously for about the entire five minute trip to the movie theater. Brick pulled up to an abandoned movie theater parking lot. On the lawn, there was a sign with a picture of the Mayor of Townsville that read: "Scheduled for Demolition". The building looked old with worn out paint and old rotting wood, but it was still usable.

Brick parked the car in the aging parking lot. Blossom saw the decaying building and the sign and looked to her date in confusion. "Are you sure this is the right place?"

"Yeah." He said taking the keys out of the ignition. "Don't worry. It's safe." Brick got out of the car followed by his weary date.

Blossom held his hand as they walked closer to the theater. The lights around the movie signs were either blown out or going out. The sign featured movies that came out four years ago giving away how long overdue this building needed to be taken down. Brick opened the door for them and the interior slightly reflected the outside. It was old and dusty, but cleaned free of cobwebs. The lights were on, but they looked like they were recently replaced. The only problem Blossom had was that she kept hearing a snake in the building.

She heard hiss echoing around the building causing her to be tense. She never told Brick that she was actually deathly afraid of snakes.

Blossom gripped onto Brick's arm tightly as the hissing grew closer.

"Snake?!" Brick shouted. "Quit playing games!"

Behind the ticket they stood in front of, a lanky man appeared startling Blossom. The young man reminded Blossom of Lil' Arturo because his skin a green too, only this time, he didn't bother to cover it up with make-up. He had black greasy hair that ended past his shoulders. He had a pointed nose, somewhat sharp teeth and serpent eyes that reminded Blossom of a snake. He wore a brown hat backwards, a red and navy blue theater uniform, baggy black cargo pants and black converse shoes. He hissed his long, snake-like tongue at the couple.

"'Sssssssssup?" He hissed.

"Is the movie ready?" Brick asked.

"Yeah…" Snake's eyes drifted to the girl hiding behind Brick. Snake grinned. "Who'ssssss thissss? Isss thiss a date, Brick?"

"It is." Brick frowned. "And you better not spit this to…mom. Or else." He threatened. Snake held up his hand.

"My lipsss are ssssealed."

Brick rolled his eyes and looked at his scared date. He noticed her faced looked slightly pale. "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

Blossom shook her head. "No. I'm fine."

Brick hesitated before speaking again. "Blossom, this is Sanford Ingleberry."

Snake hissed harshly. "Fuck man! You know I hate that name!"

"That's what's on your birth certificate."

Snake growled and turned to Blossom. "Everyone callssss me 'Ssssnake'."

Blossom nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you." She didn't know how long she would last standing next to Snake. His appearance was making her feel nauseous. Snake handed the couple two large drinks and a giant bucket of popcorn.

"Your movie isss down the hall to your left. Enjoy."

Brick took the drinks while Blossom took the popcorn. "Thanks."

The couple walked down the hall and arrived in the theater by Snake's instructions. It was large with hundreds of old, worn-out seats, piling paint revealing old rotting wood, and scruffy carpeting floor. The couple took their seats on the top row at the very center so that they could see the screen better.

Once they took their seats, Blossom quickly took a sip of her soda in order to calm her nerves. Brick noticed this.

"Are you okay? You look sick." He pressed his hand against her forehead to check for a fever. Blossom smiled and pushed his hand off of her.

"No I'm fine. I haven't told you that I'm really afraid of snakes. I got bit by a snake in middle school and its venom made my face swell up. I couldn't see or breathe."

Brick held her hand. "Oh Blossom, I'm so sorry. If I had known that—"

"No it's fine. It's not your fault."

The two fell into a comfortable silence for about a minute, before Blossom asked. "How did you get up into this theater?"

"What do you mean?" Brick asked.

"Brick, this building is scheduled for demolition by the end of the week. How were you able to get us to come inside here and play a movie?"

Brick took a handful of popcorn and shrugged his shoulders. "Snake and his friends got me the hook-up…" He said stuffing his mouth with popcorn.

Blossom stared at him with disbelief. "How?"

Brick chewed his popcorn and shrugged his shoulders again. He swallowed. "Let's just say, I have my connections."

Blossom gave Brick a skeptical look, which he ignored. The lights dimmed in the theater as the projector above them started to play the movie. The room was pitch black and the only light was the movie being played on the large screen. Once the lights went off, Brick pulled the old fashion "Stretch-Your-Arms-Then-Casually-Wrap-Them-Around-Your-Date" move.

Blossom could help but giggle.

After the obnoxious old movie trailers, their feature presentation was about to begin. From the opening credits, Blossom jaw dropped as she instantly recognized the movie.

"Brick! We're watching The Labyrinth!?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"Brick! I love The Labyrinth! My sisters and I watched this about a hundred times a day during our childhood." Blossom held the popcorn security in her arms as she got comfortable for her favorite movie.

Brick stared at her. "So….you actually want to watch this movie?"

Blossom nodded enthusiastically. The twinkle in her eyes told Brick how much she adored this movie and he couldn't bring himself to ruin this heart-warming experience for her. So the couple sat back in their seats and watched David Bowie the Goblin King kidnap an infant and made the girl protagonist search for him.

Twenty minutes in the movie after Blossom hummed along two songs, Brick was starting to feel incredibly bored. It wasn't that he hated David Bowie—on the contrary, he respected the musician greatly—for some reason, he didn't like this movie. Maybe it was the fact that Jim Henson's puppets bothered him in a dark movie setting such as that or maybe it was because he thought the protagonist girl was the whiniest human being on the face of the planet. Brick couldn't decide.

But when he looked down on his right shoulder and saw Blossom leaning on his shoulder and watching the movie with a childish wonder in her eyes made Brick want to bear through this movie.

The two looked so comfortable. Brick had his arms around Blossom and Blossom was resting on Brick's shoulder. They looked like two pieces that were only meant for each other and no one else. By the time the Goblin King David Bowie put Sarah in a dream illusion, Brick found himself gently caressing her orange locks. They felt so soft and smooth from his touch.

Blossom found herself lost—not by the movie, but by Brick's affectionate touch. She had never felt so relaxed. Being with Brick made her feel safe and secure. She adored him, admired him, and couldn't think of anybody else she would rather be with. When the Goblin King danced in the ballroom with Sarah, Blossom's imagination took hold again and saw herself and Brick dancing together in a wonderful dream.

The idea of Brick dancing in a ballroom made Blossom giggle. She could imagine that happening in real life, but a girl can dream.

Blossom moved her head in order to look up at her date and their eyes met. She never seemed to get tired of his unique ruby orbs. They always seemed to amaze her with every glance. His eyes shined at the sight of her making her feel like she was the only person in the world for him. They were backed by a spark of fire that made Blossom draw closer to him.

Once their noses were inches away from each other, the found themselves locking lips gently. The kiss was like the kisses they shared before; sweet, gentle and innocent. After swapping short kisses, they separated with only little space between them, but before they could catch another breath, they collided again for another kiss. However this kiss was nothing like they shared before. This kiss was fueled with the passion they've been holding back.

Blossom reached over to wrap both arms around his neck causing the popcorn to spill all over the floor, but they didn't care. Brick de-attached the old armrest out of the way so that there would be more room between them. Unfortunately that space was instantly gone once Brick pulled Blossom closer to him.

The two spent the remainder of the movie kissing each other until their lips were numb—because fuck breathing. Brick made a bold move by licking her lips for permission to explore the insides of her mouth. Although startled, Blossom gladly opened her mouth for his tongue to enter. She tasted like movie popcorn and soda. By the time they finally decided to separate, the movie was already rolling the ending credits, but they didn't care. Blossom leaned again Brick's forehead in utter bliss. The shared a happy smile before giving each other simple kisses.

Brick smiled while moving a lock of hair out of Blossom's face. "Let's do this again."

"Make-out or go on an actual date?" Blossom said causing Brick to chuckle.

"Both. Let's go on a date, and of course make-out, but next time, as boyfriend and girlfriend." He said sincerely.

Blossom heart skipped a beat and for the first time her head felt as light as balloon. She had been waiting for Brick to ask her, but she didn't think it would be so soon in their relationship. After trying to piece back together her brain, Blossom finally replied.

"So soon? I thought you're supposed to properly ask them after the third date."

Brick shrugged. "What can I say? I'm an impatient guy." He smirked. "So how about it? Will you, Blossom Utonium, be my girlfriend?"

Blossom's cheeks turned a rosy pink as she nodded. "Yes. I would love to."


Blossom arrived home at the time she promised the Professor; 8 o'clock. During the ride home, Blossom and Brick created a convincing story about watching an educational movie about the wildlife of sea otters. After telling the lie, the Professor was glad that his daughter enjoyed herself.

After changing out of her uniform and into some regular clothes, Blossom was about to get started on her homework, until someone knocked on her door. Buttercup poked her head into her elder sister's room.

"Hey. You got a sec?"

"What's up?" Blossom asked. She wondered if her sisters wanted to know how the date went, but if that were the case, it would've been Bubbles instead of Buttercup at the door.

Buttercup stepped in followed by Bubbles with a pair of drumsticks in her head. That could only mean one thing:

"We're getting the band back together."

Blossom stared at her younger siblings. "Buttercup, we were never separated. We just took a creative hiatus."

Buttercup scoffed. "We only played on song in elementary school and never picked up our instruments since."

Bubbles nodded. "Yeah, and the best way for us to play together again is to sign up for the annual talent show for the festival!" She cheered holding her drumsticks in the air.

"I don't know. It's been a while since we picked up our instruments. I don't even know if I remember how to play the guitar." Blossom said, but Buttercup waved her off.

"Don't worry about it. We'll have plenty of time to practice and learn a new song before the festival. All we need to do now is give our instruments an upgrade."

Bubbles nodded. "It's also a good thing we'll see our cousins this weekend."

Blossom groaned slightly. "Easy for you to say."

Blossom loved her older cousins, but sometimes they could be a total pain to be around. Since her cousins were in a band, it would be a good idea to get some advice from them and maybe check guitar lesson. Blossom nodded.

"Okay. Sounds like a good idea. I'm in."

Her sisters cheered. "YES!" Buttercup jumped. "I need to go fish out my bass and practice!"

Blossom sighed and closed her textbook knowing that she won't start on her homework just yet. "I think it's in the garage with my guitar and Bubbles's drums."

Bubbles gasped as the girls walked out of the pink bedroom. "Let's write a cute song about love!"

"Get real Bubbles! Our new song is gonna have an edge to it. I'm thinking we should reinvent our style, like something hardcore." Buttercup suggested.

Blossom shook her head as they walked down the stairs. "Buttercup, we're not gonna do punk rock if that's what you're thinking. Let's just try something simple with meaningful lyrics."

"About love."

"Bubbles not every song is about love!" Buttercup argued.

"Exactly! And it's our time to write a song about the feeling of the heart!" Bubbles countered.

Blossom sighed. "Girls. We'll have plenty of time to figure out our style of music and what to write about later. Right now, I just want to see how bad my guitar looks."

With the argument settled, the sisters moved past the kitchen and walked out the backdoor leading to the garage. Beside Professor's white station wagon sat a stack of boxes filled with old tech from the Professor's failed experiments. From time to time, the Professor would come in here and recycle his old inventions and fix them for better uses. Next to the boxes was Bubbles's old drum set. It looked old and tattered but with a few new parts here and there, it'll be good as new.

As Bubbles played around with her drums, Buttercup and Blossom searched for their guitars within the boxes. Eventually, Blossom found her guitar; a cherry red Fender Mustang electric guitar. Buttercup found her old bass; a mist green Yamaha. After plucking a few stings, they were their guitars were way over due for a string change.

They two sisters heard a drum roll behind them. Bubbles excitedly ended it by crashing her symbols. "Alright! It's official! The Powerpuff Girls are back!"

"What's this?" The girls turned to the door to see their father. "Are you girls getting the band back together?"

Blossom sighed. "Professor, in order for us to 'get back together', we would have separated. We never separated. We went on a creative hiatus." She explained, but her words seemed to fail to reach her father.

"Oh! That's so sweet! It'll be just like elementary again. I need to call your uncle Eugene and tell him the news!" The Professor skipped off to the telephone for, yet another, embarrassing bragging conversation to his brother.

Buttercup sighed. "How about we don't tell anyone else we're playing the festival?"

Her sisters nodded. "Agreed."


So this chapter was kind of less exciting than the last, but I'll make it better I promise. As I mentioned before, I was suffering from yet another depression I constantly have. It's so bad that I literally had no will to finish this chapter or start on chapter 12 of Brawl. Sorry Brawl fans, its going to be a while. And with school returning again, I feel completely worthless to my friends and family. I don't like talking about it much because I despise all the attention. But when I was at my lowest point, my phone would ring for a new e-mail and it would be from you all giving me Story/Author Favorites, sending wonderful reviews and even stalking me( aka Alerts) and those tell me is that there are people out there( about 6000+ of you) who actually care about what I do. Even if you all don't a rat's ass about me, you all like my stories and for that, it gives me a reason to slap myself and get back to writing fanfiction, drawing comics, and actually work on my bigger projects.

And as silly as that sounded, I would like to thank you all so much. Your reviews give me enough inspiration to move on!

Well good news, Blossom said "no" to Ben. Better news! Blossom and Brick are girlfriend and boyfriend! Even better news! The Powerpuff Girls are a band! YAAAAAAAY! Let's see what happens next time!

BunnyKoi says: "You remind me of the babe."