Blossom stared out into the neon lights and darkness of night that was outside her window. The sound of pop music and her sister singing emanated from her left. Blossom always thought it was funny that out of the three girl's, Bubbles was the only one to get her drivers license. It sure did come in handy now because it would have been a pretty long walk for Blossom.

Her mind kept on flashing the image of Professor Breen without his glasses on. His eyes were the most beautiful blue she had ever seen. She thought that Bubbles ice blue eyes were gorgeous, but his just seemed to pierce and make her breathless. She let out contented sigh and the noise of her sister clearing her throat caught her attention.

"Well?" Bubbles asked. Blossom wasn't sure what that meant. He sister must have asked her something while she was daydreaming.

"I'm sorry Bubbles I didn't hear what you were asking." Bubbles smirked and turned the wheel.

"Was Professor hot pants taking up your time?" Blossom blushed and looked down.

"No…" She said softly. Bubbles giggled and the car stopped. There was a red light.

"I'm just playing with you Blossom; you don't have to act so abashed. If it bothers you I'll stop." Bubbles fingers tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Shadows danced with streams of light in the car as they drove through the streets. After Bubbles comment the two were quiet. Blossom wasn't sure why she didn't answer her sister.

The air wasn't tense; it wasn't waiting for an inquisition of any kind. Instead it was a peaceful calming feeling, as if the conversation never took place. Blossom stared out at the outside world as Bubbles took the reins of it and pulled into the driveway. The women made their way into the house and collapsed on the couch.

"Did we eat dinner?" Bubbles asked while she searched for the remote. Blossom aided her sister in the search.

"No, we never did- here it is." She handed the remote to Bubbles.

"Should we go get something? I mean, no offence but your fridge is pretty barren." Blossom nodded at the acquisition. She had enough food to accommodate herself however there wasn't enough for the both of them. Blossom stared up at the ceiling her thoughts were still muddled.

"I think I saw a little dinner down the street on our way home, how about we go there?" Bubbles suggested. She stood and grabbed her bag. Looking for something to wear Blossom suspected.

"Sure, that sounds fine; I'd like to change first though." Blossom stood and walked into her room. Bubbles called to her that she would do the same thing. She opened her closet and the smell of detergent filled her senses. She reeled through the clothes until she found a blue dress.

"Oooo we should switch colors tonight! I think I have something pink I could wear." Blossom looked at her confused not realizing her sister had even walked into the room. Bubbles reached into the closet and snagged the dress.

"You'll look great in it."

Bubbles said excitedly holding the dress in front of Blossom to mimic her wearing it. Blossom looked and the color shot her back to Professor Breen's eyes. She sighed and took the dress knowing her sister would be relentless if she refused. Bubbles squealed at the passage of fabric and ran out to get dressed.

Blossom slipped out of her jeans and shirt. They pooled at her feet as she slipped on the dress. The fabric was soft and glided over her skin. Blossom brushed her hair and slipped on a pair of sandals. She walked out and presented her self to Bubbles.

"How do I look?" Blosssom asked twirling.

"Wonderful as always." Bubbles replied slipping her purse on her shoulder. She was wearing a pink dress that reached right above her knees. Bubbles had a thick black belt wrapped around her thin waist. Near the bottom of the dress the fabric puffed out. Bubbles looped her arm with Blossoms and lead her out the door.

Blossom didn't wear dresses very often anymore; they made her feel self conscious. Bubbles could pull them off so well because of her small frame and thin waist. You could mistake her for a model with how she was shaped. However Blossom felt like a marshmallow in a dress. As a child she wore dresses all the time but as she grew up she also grew out of the liking of them.

She sighed inwardly as they walked down the street. Bubbles still had her arm linked with Blossoms and she began to feel like it was more like a chain. Blossom felt like eyes were staring at her. She tried to distract her self by thinking of something more pleasant. Like Professor Breen. She thought then shook her head. No, I shouldn't think that. She tried to avoid the idea but her mind went there. She closed her eyes.

When she opened them she was in her bedroom with Breen. She was lying next to him in her bed. His glasses were off and he was looking at her with their icy blue clutch. He lifted his body so he was hovering over her. She took in a shuddering breath, every time her dress clung to her skin it was like he just caressed her skin with his hands.

One hand reached up and cupped her face in his hand and whispered the word beautiful so silent it was like it was never said. She felt her cheeks heat up as his face drew closer to hers. However he deterred from her lips and whispered her name softly in her ear, then again and again until she suddenly realized where she was.

Her sister was sitting across from her in a booth. Apparently she had been unconsciously moving about and they were in the dinner. She had also been absently looking the menu over. There was a woman standing at the end of the table with a notepad.

"Blossom? Are you ok?" Bubbles asked. Blossom looked around confused.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The waitress tapped her notepad with the pen she had.

"Did you ladies need some more time?" She asked in a sweet voice. Blossom nodded and the woman left. Bubbles gave her sister a concerned look.

"You must have been under one hell of a spell sis. You're even blushing!" Blossom pushed the thought of Breen aside and took note of the menu in her hands. She placed it in front of her face as she felt her face heat up more.

"What about it?" Bubbles just giggled at her sister's defense. A waitress brought over a tall glass full of brown liquid for Bubbles and a glass of water for Blossom.

"Is that a long island tea?" Blossom asked surprised. Bubbles stirred the liquid.

"Yeah, it sounded good." Bubbles replied.

"You're clumsy enough as it is Bubbles, are you really going to drink that?" Blossom asked taking a sip of her water. Bubbles looked at the glass thinking of an answer.

"Yeah, but I won't drink all of it I promise. I remember the last time I was really drunk. I was taking to a fish the whole night, I swore I'd never drink that much again."

She took a sip and cringed at the sharp taste. The two giggled and ordered their food. Shortly after the food arrived on the table and they said their thanks. Bubbles took a monster bite out of the hamburger she had gotten, blossom decided to start on her fries first before digging into her sandwich. The two talked and finished their meals. Bubbles seemed to be a bottomless hole by how much food she devoured. Blossom was astounded by it but was glad her sister only went through half of her drink. The waitress came by shortly after with the check.

"Did you want me to help pay?"

Blossom asked looking to see how much money she had on her. There was only a ten and a couple of ones in her wallet. Bubbles shook her head and dug through her purse.

"No, I got it sis."

Blossom let out a sigh of relief, it's not that she didn't want to pay; she just didn't have much money. Bubbles placed twenty five down to pay for the meal and a five dollar tip and gave her sister a wide smile. They scooted their ways out of the booth and Bubbles leaned on Blossom. Her legs were all wobbly from the drink. Blossom laughed as she helped her sister walk. The greeter at the door wished them a goodnight as they left.