A/N : This was supposed to be a SUPER long chapter, but I didn't want to make you guys wait too much. Fortunately, the next one will be up very soon :)

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CHAPTER 8: INFORMATION

Brick's POV

I was almost a hundred percent sure I was dreaming. The reason why I was so sure was because I was standing in front of that pink Powerpuff girl…without my wig…And we weren't fighting.

Hell! She wasn't even glaring at me or anything! She was just standing a few feet away from me, looking at me. Also, surprisingly, she wasn't wearing her battle outfit. She dressed casually, the same way she dressed at school. Her long, red hair was gently flowing with the wind and her pink lips pursed into a straight line. She just stood still, looking intensely at me. But she didn't seem to be affected by my presence. She wasn't about to fight me…

At first, I panicked as I was scared that she'd figure who I was (I didn't have my wig on). But then, my panic froze. Blossom was walking towards me, her steps echoing on the ground. Her walk was as classy and confident as reality. I took a look around me and noticed we were at Venom Street…The place where I'd fought her last.

She stopped a few inches away from me. For some reason, I didn't start fighting. I didn't even feel the anger and the desire for revenge I'd felt back at the fight…and it was seriously freaking me out! What in the world was happening to me? Why didn't I have the urge to beat her up? Why wasn't I angry? We should be throwing flames at each other right now…

Then, something interrupted my thoughts.
A tear came out of her eye as she blinked, not tearing her eyes away from me. Her intense, but soft, pink orbs were penetrating deeply into my red ones. It was as if she touched my soul when she looked at me…
And all of my thoughts shut down. Actually, my whole
brain shut down. My head wasn't cooperating anymore, I couldn't think of anything. All of my attention was now focused on her…It was exactly like what happened in science class, when I was trying to come up with a plan!

But why? Why was she in my dream? And most importantly, why did she cause my brain to shut down like that?

Suddenly, more tears came out of her eyes. Her facial expression became stained with sadness and a hint of…betrayal?

Then, without warning, she threw herself at me, clutching my shirt by the collar and began to sob in my neck, her tears making my skin wet. She looked so small compared to me, and she smelled like a mix of strawberries and peaches…

A bunch of emotions rushed in me. Mostly confusion, anger to myself and (as much as I hate to admit it…) guilt. I didn't know why, but I had had the feeling that she was crying because of me.
And I didn't know what to do. Actually, for a few moments, I didn't do anything. I just froze while she was still crying in my neck and clutching my shirt with strength. My brain was telling me to beat her up, make her pay for doing such a stupid move…

But for some reason that just escaped me, my body did something way different.

My arms locked themselves securely around her waist and I pulled her closer, letting my fingers run through her hair and inhaling her fruity scent.

"Why did you do that Brick?" She asked between sobs.

I frowned. "Do what?"

"You lied to me…You played me, you played my heart…" She answered.

I was truly confused.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Her sobs became even more intense.

"You know exactly what you did, and to think that I actually…"

She pulled away, the sadness in her eyes were suddenly replaced by anger. She also looked like she was ashamed of herself or something.

"How could I be so stupid? I should've known…Your above-average intelligence, your sharpness…Your eyes!" She continued.

So she had recognized me…

"To think that I actually…" She repeated.

"What! You actually what!"" I demanded, more concerned than I should be.

"I…I…I actually-" She began to say again…

But I woke up to a yell. A masculine and very loud one.

"FUCK!" I heard Butch's husky voice rose from outside by room.

I shot up from my pillow, panting heavily and sweating like a pig. My eyes darted intensely from left to right, analyzing where I was. I sighed of relief and let myself fall on my bed again as I realized I was back in room.

"Thank god…" I muttered, almost slapping my hands on my face.

I was happy to be awake, that dream was…freaky and wrong! I was actually holding a SYPO agent in my arms? And I didn't destroy her?

What the hell?

And why did I feel guilty in the dream when she was crying?

I rubbed my temples. Gosh, I didn't understand a shit! Everything was so messed up in my head right now! My brain felt like an old car that hasn't been started up since years…

Then, Butch's voice echoed around the apartment again. "BOOMER! FUCK YOU!"

I groaned, feeling my blood boil. I was still shaken up by that fucking dream (more like a nightmare if you ask me…), I certainly didn't need my stupid brother waking up the whole building…

I cursed as I pushed my sheets aside and slammed my bedroom door open. My eyes narrowed as I saw Butch, arms in front of his, and ice shooting out of his palms. He was trying to freeze Boomer, but our blond brother was hard to get since he was the fastest of us. Butch ended up freezing some of our furniture instead as Boomer managed to dodge all of his attacks.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" I yelled in my usual authority tone.

Both my brothers froze.

"He's trying to fucking kill me!" Boomer exclaimed as he pointed over to Butch with his index.

"I have a good reason to kill you! Why did you invite that chick and her sisters to the carnival! Now I have to go because of you!" Butch replied.

"It's for the sake of the plan you dumbass!"

"MY ASS! I bet you were only trying to piss me off!"

I glanced at my clock, it was freaking 8 am! I clenched my fists angrily. I had been woken up so early in the morning just because of a sibling fight?

"SILENCE!" I ordered.

Once again, my idiotic brothers froze and blinked at me. This time, they didn't dare to say a word.

"Both of you! Shut the fuck up!" I snapped, rubbing my temples.

The ice in Butch's palms disappeared slowly and he and Boomer calmed down. They were still glaring at each other though.

"Butch, you're going to the carnival and THAT'S FINAL." I ordered. "As for you Boomer, try not to piss him off too much. He might lose control and reveal his powers by accident."

They both nodded.

"Oh and," I added. "Don't screw it up with those girls okay? Don't let them pick up some hints on who you really are!"

Again, my brothers nodded. They seemed pretty calm now.

I sighed. "Now, when are you supposed to pick them up?" I asked to Boomer.

"Ten o' clock. Bubbles gave me her address." He answered.

I nodded.

Great, at least I could get some sleep and alone time while they were gone. I wasn't expected at Blossom's house until two o'clock.

"Okay. Now you guys shut up, I'm going back to sleep." I said, yawning and going back in my room.

Blossom's POV

I had no idea what I was doing with Julian…holding hands…and walking on Venom Street.

Ok, what the heck? What were we doing in such a dangerous place? Julian could get hurt and I would have to reveal my powers to him to protect him!

Oh no. We had to get out of here…

I elbowed Julian gently. "Julian, we have to go somewhere else…"

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Why?"

I was subtly looking around, staying alert in case somebody tried to attack us.

"This place is dangerous."

Surprisingly, he didn't seem scared at all. He just shrugged and put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you…" He said confidently.

I fought back the urge to slap my forehead. I wasn't the one that needed protection, HE was! But I couldn't tell him that. Instead, I bit my bottom lip.

"No, you don't understand Julian…we need to get out of here!" I desperately insisted.

Again, he didn't seem affected. He flipped his jet black hair and snorted.

"I don't know why you're so worried. I told you, I'll protect you." He repeated.

Gosh! He was so stubborn!

"No, seriously! We need to-AH" I started to say.

But I screamed out of surprise when Brick appeared in front of us. The Rowdyruff Boy was glaring at us both with a sick, evil look on his face.

Julian pushed me behind him, clearly positioning himself for a fight. He wanted to protect me and make me feel safe, but I felt panic building up inside of me instead.

"No Julian! That guy can hurt you badly!" I tried to stop him.

Not listening to me, Julian dashed towards Brick. Just when I thought my friend was lost, something incredible happened…

Julian formed some flames in his hands and threw his fire to Brick. The two boys engaged in a fierce battle of flames, attacking each other brutally.

My panic suddenly turned into shock. How did Julian do that? How did he have the powers as me and Brick?

I let out a small squeak as Brick's body fell in front of me. The Ruff was obviously knocked out and his clothes were severely burned. Then, I fell some strong arms wrap themselves around my waist. I looked up to see Julian, a small smile on his face.

"I told you I'd protect you. I'll be there whenever you need me." He simply said.

And before I could say anything, he lifted up my chin and pressed his lips against me.

"IIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A squeal made me pop my eyes open.

I jolted out of my pink bed and jumped on my feet. That was Bubbles voice, so I was immediately on high alert, thinking she was in danger.

"What? When? Where? How?" I said, my eyes darting from left to right.

Bubbles shrieked again.

"I'm going to the carnival; I'm going to the carnival…" I heard my blond sister sing through my bedroom door.

I sighed of relief and then rolled my eyes. Nothing bad had happened. I knew Bubbles could get really excited sometimes, and when she did, her squeals were more effective than an alarm clock…
Speaking of clocks, I glanced at mine: it was 8 am and it was Saturday.

I thought about going back to bed, but then I decided not to: I couldn't sleep much last night because my thoughts kept me awake. Trying to sleep now would be a waste of time. I would just end up losing myself in my thoughts anyway, may as well get up…
Sighing again, I slipped into my fuzzy slippers and opened my door, just to find Bubbles skipping happily in her light blue night gown. I raised my eyebrow at this, I was about to tell Bubbles to keep it down when Buttercup beat me to it…

"What the hell?" Buttercup exclaimed as she busted open her own door. "Bubbles! Shut up would'ya? It's freaking 8 in the morning!"

Bubbles giggled. "Sorry girls, it's just that I'm so excited because I'm going to the-"

"Yeah yeah, we got it; you're going to the carnival." Buttercup interrupted her. "But I want to sleep!"

Bubbles pouted.

"Aw come on Buttercup! The carnival opens at ten! And I promised Mike you guys would come with me…"

I cut in. "Sorry Bubbles, Julian's coming over today for tutoring. I can't go with you."

My blue-eyed sister looked a little disappointed, but then she turned to Buttercup, flashing a million-dollar smile.

"Buttercup? Come with me? Pleeeaaaasssseeeeee?" Bubbles begged.

My black-haired sister snorted. "Seriously Bubs? Me? At a carnival…? You know it's not my thing."

Bubbles gave her a puppy dog face. "Pretty please?"

Buttercup narrowed her eyes.

"NO!" She yelled.

Just then, the professor got out of his room, rubbing his eyes that were obviously still sleepy. I guess that he had been woken up by all the fuss my sisters where creating.

"What's with all that racket girls?" He asked between yawns.

Bingo.

Bubbles crossed her arms on her chest. "Daaaad! Buttercup doesn't want to go the carnival with me!"

Dad chuckled at that. I could tell that he loved her childish attitude. "Well dear, you can't really force her…"

Buttercup stuck out her tongue to Bubbles and gave her a Ha! I win! look. Bubbles pouted and glared at her. Then, her glare turned into a mischievous smirk as an idea popped into her head…

"Ok then, I guess I'll just have to go alone with two boys then…" Bubbles emphasized on what she knew were the right words.

I chuckled, understanding my sister's plan. Bubbles may be a bit more immature than me and Buttercup, but that didn't mean she was stupid…
The professor's sleepy eyes suddenly became awake and widened. I could tell here was no way he was going to let his baby girl alone with two male teenagers! Bubbles needed somebody to keep her safe, somebody a little tougher than her…

"Buttercup, you're going to the carnival with your sister." The professor ordered.

It was Buttercup's turn to widen her eyes. "What! But-"

"No buts, you're going and that's final."

The green-eyed girl glared at Bubbles, who returned a sweet, innocent smile to her.

"UGH! FINE!" She groaned as she slammed her door shut.

"By the way," Bubbles added. "Shawn's going to be there."

We could hear Buttercup groan loudly from her room. Then, she muttered what sounded to be a few curses…

"Also," Bubbles continued. "They're picking us up on two hours!"

I giggled as I heard Buttercup curse (again) from her room.

"Anyway, Julian's not coming any soon. So I guess I'll just chill in my room." I said.

Buttercup's POV

Ugh! I couldn't believe this shit! Because of Bubbles, I had to go to a stupid carnival! God, I hated carnivals! It was full of cheesy games and not-so-scary roller coasters. Plus, at each two seconds, you could spot a couple walking around and being all lovely-dovely. It was so disgusting…

The nausea I was feeling increased as I remembered Shawn would be there. Okay, sure, he had been nice with me yesterday, but it was that attitude of his that just pissed me off. He was so arrogant and vain! And now I had to spend the whole day with him…at a CARNIVAL!

Shoot me now.

Oh well, I had to go. It was dad's orders and I didn't want to disobey him. So, I began preparing myself for this fun day ahead. After my shower, I didn't even bother looking good. I just slipped on some black skinny jeans and a light green tank top.

"BUTTERCUUUUUPPPP!" I heard Bubbles scream from downstairs. "THE BOYS ARE HERE!"

I groaned and joined her downstairs. Unlike me, Bubbles had actually bothered to wear something appealing. She was wearing a black skirt, not too short and not too long, and a baby blue shirt that hugged her curves. She had also let her hair down, ditching her usual pigtails. She had applied a bit of lip gloss and mascara too.

"Coming…" I said, slightly annoyed.

I gave a last pleading look at dad; he was sitting on his couch, reading the paper. He gave me a you're-going-and-that's-final look. My face twisted in defeat and disgust as I turned to Bubbles.

"Have fun girls!" The professor said.

I groaned in response.

"We will!" Bubbles answered in her usual cheerful tone.

With that, we got out of the house. I was expecting a car, but what I saw made my jaw drop…

Motorcycles.

A small smile invaded my mouth. I adored motorcycles! I had already been on one and boy did it feel good! I felt as if I was flying, the wind in my face, the speed…It was amazing!

My smile widened as I realized I would get another ride today.

"Hello ladies." Mike said. "Hop on Bubbles!"

Bubbles looked impressed at the motorcycles too, but I could tell that she was a bit scared. Apparently, Mike sensed that too. He chuckled and handed her a helmet.

"Don't worry, I'll drive safely." He assured her.

Trusting him, she got on his ride, making sure her skirt wasn't showing her panties.

"Hold on tight…" He said.

A small blush appeared on my sister's face, but she did as she was told. When Mike dashed off, I could hear Bubbles squeak out of surprise as she clutched on to him.

Then, Shawn threw a helmet at me. I caught it by reflex.

"Come on little girl," He said, his trademark smirk plastered on his mouth. "Get on this baby."

Gosh I hated that nickname…

Okay, I wasn't really happy that he was the one giving me a ride. But I was still going on a motorcycle! And that thought only made me forget about Shawn. Too bad if I had to hang on to him, I was going on a freaking motorcycle!

I smiled at him. "With pleasure!"

He seemed a bit surprised by my excited tone. I think he expected me to be a little scared like Bubbles.

"Aren't you scared?" He asked.

I snorted. "Are you kidding me? Motorcycles rock! Go as fast as you can!"

The startled look on his face almost made me laugh. Boy, that guy really didn't know me. After a few seconds, he shrugged, then smirked, then started the motorcycle.

"No problem!" He said.

I clutched onto him slightly when he rode through the streets of Townsville, but I didn't care. I loved this feeling! I felt so free! I closed my eyes and sighed out of happiness.

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Blossom's POV

I watched my sisters go from my bedroom window. I chuckled as I saw Buttercup's reaction to the motorcycles. My black-haired sister always liked motorcycles…

Anyway, now that my sisters were gone, I felt a bit bored. I had finished all of my homework and I had something else to do.

God I hated being bored! I wanted to work on the Rowdyruff Boys situation, I wanted to do something useful, and do some progress in our fight against the boys…
But what could I do?

I sighed heavily as I let myself fall on my desk chair. I hated feeling useless like that and I hated wasting my time. I was about to get up when my eyes landed on something on my desk…
The Rowdyruff Boys folders!

But of course! I had asked Blake to give them to me so that I could analyze them. Now that I had some time to spare, it was the perfect time to work on that!

I took a more comfortable position on my chair and pulled out the Powerpuff folders too. I began with Brick's folder and mine. Along with a few photos, I found some information…

Blossom Utonium

Age when joined: 12
Current age:
16
Gender
: Female
Occupation:
High School Student, Elite SYPO undercover agent.
Special power:
Fire and the control of it.
Hair color:
Red
Eye Color:
Pink
Height:
5 ft 5
Weight
: 118 lbs.
Weaknesses:
low endurance, overly-analytical, sometimes sensible to emotions and strong feelings.
Strengths:
Natural leadership and authority, super intelligence and observational skills. Quick thinker and extremely sharp.
Birthday:
July 18th 1995
Mother:
Katie Keane
Father:
Antonio Utonium

Brick Barker

Age when joined: 12
Age when left:
14
Current age:
18
Gender
: Male
Occupation:
FORMER Elite SYPO undercover agent, suspected to be involved in criminal actions presently.
Special power:
Fire and the control of it.
Hair color:
Red
Eye Color:
Red
Height at 14 years old:
5 ft 7
Weight at 14 years old
: 138 lbs.
Weaknesses:
low endurance, overly-analytical, vulnerable to new emotions and strong feelings, very temperamental
Strengths:
Natural leadership and authority, super intelligence and observational skills. Quick thinker and extremely sharp.
Birthday:
September 12th 1993
Transfusion date:
October 24th 2005
Mother:
Unknown
Father:
Unknown
Power source:
K

As I looked at Brick's height and weight, I couldn't help but notice that he had grown. Judging by the fights we had up until now, he was at least 6 feet tall! It also surprised me that me were so alike…we had the same strengths and weakness (with a few different things).

Then, my brows furrowed at three things:

First, why did he have the same family name as Blake? Were the Rowdyruff Boys related to him? And if so, how? And why didn't Blake tell us before?

Second, what did 'transfusion date' mean? How come I didn't have that in my folder? And I didn't know why, but that 'transfusion date' seemed very familiar to me…it's as if something happened on that day that had some sort of connection to me…but what?

Finally, what did they mean by 'power source'? Could somebody actually give somebody else their power? If so, how come we didn't know about that? And for some reason, I could only read the letter 'K'. The rest of the name had been covered with a black, permanent marker. It was as if Blake didn't want people to know who that person was…

Something in my stomach twisted. I hated not knowing things, and I knew that Blake was hiding something from us…But I wouldn't tell that to my sisters yet. I don't want to alarm them. Besides, they wouldn't take it seriously. They have so much trust in Blake…

No. I had to keep this to myself…at least for now.

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Brick's POV

It was about 1:45 pm when my ringing cellphone woke me up. I groaned as I picked up my stupid phone. I checked the caller ID, and I raised an eyebrow seeing that the caller was unknown. Weird…
Anyway, I wasn't in the mood to deal with wrong numbers. So I flipped my cellphone open and decided to get this over with as quickly as possible. A little threatening would do the trick…

"Whoever you are, you better have a good reason to call right now or I will cut your throat open. Understand?" I said in a very low and menacing voice.

I heard a snort on the other end of the line.

"I don't think you'd want to do that." A woman's voice said, almost mocking me. "I have some information that might be useful for you, Brick Barker."

I immediately became alert. "How do you know my name? And who are you?"

"That's not important right now. I just want you to know that I'm watching you and your brothers. I'm watching every single one of your moves-"

"Oh, and that's supposed to scare me?" I interrupted her.

"Maybe. That depends what you'll decide to do in the future." She answered.

Okay, I was getting really confused now. Actually, this whole day was confusing me. First the nightmare, now this shit?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Another snort. "You'll see."

I was seriously getting sick of this.

"You said you had some information for me…" I said.

"That's right. You're supposed to go to that girl's house soon aren't you?"

Okay, that was just freaky.

"Yeah…" I said, frowning.

"I know you're planning to search her house for SYPO folders. Don't waste your time, check on her desk."

My frown got deeper. "How do I know if I can trust you?"

"You will find some interesting folders." She ignored my question. "But use the content of those folders wisely…or else it might turn against you."

I was more confused than ever. What did that woman mean?

"I have to go now. But remember, I'm watching you…"

With that, before I had time to ask some more questions, she just hung up.

…What in the world was that? Anyway, I glanced at my clock and I realized I had only ten minutes until I was supposed to be at Blossom's. I jumped out of my bed and examined myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and I had bags under my eyes.
Oh well, it's not like I cared. I quickly put on some clothes, brushed my teeth and combed my hair. I still looked like a tired mess, but at least I was presentable.

With that, I locked my apartment and jumped on my motorcycle. Fortunately, I reached her house at 2 o' clock sharp. I knocked at her door.

"Hey Julian!" She greeted me with warmth. "Come in!"

I did as I was told. When I examined her more closely, I could see that she had bags under her eyes too.

"Didn't get much sleep last night?" I asked.

She blinked. "How did you know?"

I snorted. "The bags under your eyes are huge."

I felt her pink eyes scan me from head to toes before she raised an eyebrow.

"Well you're not any better. The bags under your eyes have bags!"

Sharp girl.

"Anyway, let's get started." I said.

She nodded and led me to her room. As I was climbing the stairs, I could see a man in the living room (who I figured was her dad). The dark-haired man narrowed his eyes, giving me a warning look. I nodded politely at him and turned my eyes away from him. He didn't need to worry, I had no intention to get with a powerpuff girl.

As I entered Blossom's room, I took the time to analyze the place. My conclusion: That girl had an obsession with pink. Her walls were pink, her furniture was pink, her bed was pink, her floor carpet was pink…anyway, I think you get the point.

"Let me guess, you're favourite color is pink." I said, still staring at the girly room.

She chuckled.

"How did you guess?" She asked sarcastically.

Then, we installed ourselves on her bed (please push any perverted thoughts aside) and opened our books. Like when we were at the park, she began explaining. I did my best to make it look like I was listening. But when she wasn't looking, my eyes scanned her room, searching for something that might be useful. Then, I remembered what that mystery woman on the phone told me. My eyes immediately darted to Blossom's desk.

I spotted six folders and I recognized me and my brothers' folders from back when we were working at SYPO. They hadn't changed at all, mine was still red, Boomer's was still cobalt blue and Butch's was still dark green. Then, some other folders caught my eye. One was light pink, another was baby blue and the last one was lime green. They looked like ours, but with a more feminine touch. They were probably the Powerpuff Girls' folders...If that was the case, I could find some valuable information!

That woman wasn't lying. And that was freaky.
Anyway, how she knew about the location of the folders wasn't important right now. I needed to find a way to get to these folders without Blossom seeing me. In other words, I needed to get rid of that girl. A minute or two was all I needed.
But how?

Then I had an idea. My hand reached into my pocket and turned on my iPod. Once Blossom would be out of the room, I needed to act fast.

"Um, Blossom? Could I get a glass of water please?" I faked some politeness.

I wasn't really thirsty, but I knew it would give me time. I calculated it quickly in my head. By the time she climbed down the stairs, walked up to the kitchen, poured water in a glass and came back upstairs, I would have already finished what I had to do. Plus, if she talked to her father, it would give me a bonus.

"Sure! I'll be right back!" She said.

Once she closed the door behind her, I jumped out of her bed and opened all of the folders. Quickly, I took out my iPod and took some pictures of the files. I made sure I had a picture of everything before closing the folders and placing them exactly the way they were before I touched them. I could examine the pics I took later.

Then, I rushed away from the desk. Just when I sat back down on her bed, she came back into the room, my glass of water in her hand.

"Thanks." I said, taking the glass and drinking the water.

Mission accomplished. I had no reason to stay here anymore.
I was about to make up an excuse to get out of here when Blossom cut in.

"How about we take a break from the tutoring?" She suggested. "I noticed you didn't really seem into it earlier. You looked like somebody who already knew this stuff...like you were bored or something."

Damn, she actually noticed? How in the world was she so observant?It's like she noticed every single detail of me! Aren't girls supposed to be naive and stupid? At this rate, hiding my true identity would get harder and harder...I had to keep my guard up.

"Yeah, I guess I could use a break." I simply answered.

I saw her raise her eyebrow for a second, but it disappeared in a flash.

"Anyway, do you have problems in other subjects?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. I actually rock at school, my notes are amazing."

Her eyebrows rose in what I think was surprise.

"Really?" she asked.

I nodded. I always felt proud to show off, I know, I'm cocky...

"Yeah, in my last math test, I got 99%."

Her eyes widened in what I know was surprise. "No way! You beat me! I got 97%, and math is my favourite and best subject!"

"Really?" I said with a slightly surprised tone. "It's mine too!"

I wasn't lying. Call me a geek, call me a nerd, call me anything you like. I actually liked math. Solving mathematical problems required some logical thinking...and I'm very good at that.

I realized that I had a lot in common with that Powerpuff Girl: we liked the library, we were sharp, we liked math...She wasn't like the other girls; she actually seemed to have some brains.

For some reason, I started to have this weird, warm and fuzzy feeling in my stomach. I already had that feeling before, when Blossom complimented me on my eyes. But what was this shit I was feeling? It was so new, I hated that I Couldn't identity it.

The thing is, I knew how to deal with sadness, anger and lots of other emotions. But I truly hated that I didn't know how to deal with this feeling. It was sickening. That warmth made me weak inside, it disrupted the functioning of my brain. Instead of staying focused, the fuzziness in me made me think of some other things...

Like how her hair seemed to flow perfectly down her waist. Like how her pink eyes seemed to shine. Like how her lips were plumped and moist...

Like how the shirt she was currently wearing squeezed in all the right places...

I slapped myself mentally. Gosh, I was starting to think like Butch...

Anyway, I fought back a blush, and failed at it. I knew she saw a tint of red on my cheek when she gave me a smirk.

"Why are you blushing?" She asked.

What was I supposed to tell her? That I was admiring her perfectly shaped body? Pervert alert.

"N-Nothing." Shit, I stuttered.

She giggled. "Right, that's why you're stammering."

Fuck this girl! Why did she have that effect on me! What the fuck was happening to me! I never stutter.

Okay, fuck this. I had to get out of here.

"Just forget about it ok?" I snapped. But I knew she wouldn't.

Shit, get a grip Brick! This was just…uh…attraction! That's right; it's just normal, sexual and physical attraction. I haven't had any contact with the opposite gender like that, so that might be why my hormones are going overdrive. Maybe the dream I had last night fucked me up…Or Maybe Butch's perverted thoughts yesterday night messed with my head.
Mental note: Burn his face once I get home.

"Anyway, I gotta get home. I have some stuff to take care of." I lied.

"Okay…" She said.

But before I could go, she did something that completely caught me off guard. She stopped me from walking away by grabbing my wrist. Then, she kissed my cheek. The kiss was short, a tad shy and soft…but it felt like lightning had hit my skin.

"Bye…" She said sweetly.

Of course, that didn't help my blush.

I didn't say anything after that –groan- kiss because I knew I would stutter my words. I didn't want to risk showing any more weakness, so I dashed out of her room, practically running out of her house.

Fuck my stupid teenage male hormones.

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Butch's POV

Why in the world did I piss Brick off? Why did I do something as stupid?
I was constantly trying to keep my breakfast in my stomach. The carnival atmosphere was as annoying as I expected it to be. Kids running and laughing everywhere, cheesy games, the strong scent of cotton candy, smitten couples walking hand-in-hand…

Ugh. It definitely wasn't my thing. I liked action, thrill…and even violence when I couldn't have the other two! I couldn't believe I was wasting my day in such a cheesy place…

Boomer and that blue Powerpuff Girl didn't seem to mind though, they seem to be having a great time, no kidding. That's why they had to drag me and Butterbutt along with them.

Taking about the little girl, she had surprised me a lot today.

First, she liked motorcycles. No, actually, she loved them. Her face when I was dashing through the streets at maximum (legal) speed was priceless. She had that peaceful smile on her mouth and she laughed as if she was on drugs… It was scary, but surprising at the same time. I mean, girls are usually scared of going that fast on a motorcycle. But that girl wasn't even clutching on to me that hard!

Second, she hated the carnival. I could tell because I could hear her groan once every two seconds. Judging by her facial expression, it was obvious she was feeling nauseous. That surprised me because I thought girls liked carnivals…

I guess this girl is different from other girls then…

"Mike!" Bubbles suddenly exclaimed. "Look at that purple octopus!"

The blond pointed at some octopus plush doll displayed at some game.

"It's so pretty!" She cheerfully gushed.

Oh gosh, I knew where this was going. Ugh, this was so cliché…But Boomer didn't seem to care.

"If you like it, I'll win it for you." Boomer said.

Then, he smiled at her. But it wasn't a fake smile, it really seemed genuine…as if he wanted to make that girl happy.

…Oh shit.

"Really? Oh my gosh, Mike you're the best!" Bubbles squealed.

Oh you have got to be kidding me…

"Ahem…" I cleared my throat, Boomer's attention now on me. "Boom-I mean Mike, could we talk for a second?"

I noticed that the girls were confused about my sudden move. My brother nodded and we walked away a few feet away from them. I immediately glared at him.

"What the fuck was THAT!" I nearly yelled.

Boomer shushed me. "Not so loud, people might hear…"

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"Anyway, what was that?" I repeated, more subtly.

He blinked. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I rolled my eyes and glared even more intensely.

"I saw the way you were smiling at her…Remember what Brick said? Don't fucking get attached to her!"

I could see that he was intimidated; he bit his lip and avoided my gaze.

"I'm not getting attached to her-"

"Yeah, you better not." I interrupted him, slapping the back of his neck.

He groaned a little, but then we returned to the girls.

"Sorry girls. Guy talk you know…" I quickly came up with something.

Bubbles smiled while Buttercup rolled her eyes. Then, Boomer pointed at the game stand with his chin.

"Still want that octopus Bubbles?" He asked.

She beamed at him. "Do you really have to ask?"

He chuckled at they walked up to that game…actually Bubbles was more like skipping…

Anyway, I realized that the two left me and little girl alone. Great.

"So...How's it going little girl?" I teased.

She rolled her eyes. "Great, now I'm stuck with you. Ugh…"

I frowned.

"If you didn't want to come at this stupid carnival, why did you?" I asked.

She groaned.

"My dad forced me. He didn't want to leave Bubbles alone with guys."

I chuckled at that. "You've got to be kidding me!"

She sadly shook her head.

"Nope. That's why I'm stuck in this cheesy place for the day…"

I gave her a surprised look. "You really hate the carnival don't you…?"

She raised her eyebrow at me. "Isn't it obvious?"

I smirked. Brick told me to befriend this girl, so maybe this could be the right occasion…

"I fell ya little girl. I hate this place too. It's just so…"

"Cheesy?" She suggested.

"Yeah! And-"

"Annoying?"

I stared at her and blinked. "…Yeah..."

"And not to mention, too happy?"

"Uh huh-"

"And you just crave for action?" She finished.

My jaw dropped opened at her words. Damn! She was good!

"…Exactly!" I exclaimed.

I didn't know why, but a huge, beaming smile appeared on my face. Realizing that, I quickly wiped it away and glanced at Boomer, making sure he didn't see it. Unfortunately for me, he was raising his eye brow at me. Damn.

"Me too." Buttercup said, crossing her arms on her chest."I'm bored to death. Even those roller-coasters were boring: They weren't fast enough."

I blinked out of surprise. Nobody had ever understood me, not even Brick. But this girl…it was as if she could read my mind!

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I smirked evilly.

"What do you say we do something fun then?" I asked.

She raised her eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"

My smirk got bigger. "You'll see…"

With that, I took her by the wrist and dragged her away from the crowd.


Greens and Blues in the next chappie :P