A flash went off as Blossom turned to grab her toast. She rubbed her eyes as little dots sat in them. She saw Bubbles standing there with a digital camera and a wide smile. She was in her oversized t-shirt from the night before. Blossom was wearing one herself; it was the quickest thing to put on and it was cool enough to wear. It was warm last night and she didn't want to put on a pair of pajamas so she just grabbed a shirt.

"What are you doing?" Blossom asked as she smoothed butter onto her toast. Bubbles placed the camera on the counter and placed some bread into the toaster.

"I forgot that I brought my camera and since I won't be here for much longer I felt the need to capture the time here. Everyone at home will be excited." She lifted the camera and took another shot of Blossom.

"Well can't it wait until I'm dressed at least?" Blossom asked taking a bite of her toast. Bubbles started to giggle as she looked through the photos.

"It started before you woke up!" Blossom raised an eyebrow at this and tried to see what Bubbles was talking about. Bubbles moved around then hopped up and sat on the counter. Blossom stopped and decided to do this with words and not just try and pry the camera from her sister.

"What are you talking about?" Blossom asked taking another bite of toast. Bubbles giggled and showed Blossom a picture of her sprawled out on her bed in just the shirt she was wearing. Heat rushed to Blossoms cheeks and her mouth dropped open.

"Erase that right now Bubbles!" Blossom demanded as she reached for the camera. Bubbles raised it over her head.

"Nope, it's part of the trip!" Blossom let out an irritated sigh and tried to get the camera. Her sister hopped off the counter and ran from her.

"Bubbles! I'm serious!" She reached frantically for the camera. Bubbles simply shook her head.

"I like the picture, you look so adorable. If I promise not to show it to anyone can I keep it?" Bubbles gave a puppy dog look. Blossom grabbed the camera while Bubbles was begging.

"Ha ha!" Blossom exclaimed and began to go through the photographs. She found the picture and tried to delete it however the delete option wouldn't pop up. Bubbles crossed her arms, shifted her weight to one leg, and gave Blossom a smug look.

"What did you do?" Blossom asked. Bubbles grabbed the camera and slipped her hand into the wrist band.

"The camera is locked, and unless I put the code in all the photos I take cannot be altered or erased." Blossom hung her head at this news.

"Just promise me you won't show anyone." Bubbles nodded and hugged her sister.

"I promise." She lifted the camera up, smiled, and took a picture of them.

Dexter rolled over with a groan. His head felt like someone hit him with a two by four. He rarely drank, but last night he just didn't care and he wasn't tormented by his dreams. No Dee Dee or Blossom there to mess around with his head. He looked over and saw the blurry numbers on the clock. He searched around blindly for his glasses but to no avail.

He had no idea where he put them. He thought back to the night before and what happened then remembered Otto had come over. He brought the clock close to his face to read it and it was nine forty. Dexter squinted at his video phone to dial Otto's number at the school. After a few rings Otto answered. Dexter couldn't see him clearly but could tell by the relative shape it was his friend.

"Hey Otto do you know what happened to my glasses?" Otto thought for a moment then spoke.

"I think they fell off while you were trying to take your shirt off, so try by the bathroom, I have to go Dexter. I'm in the middle of a lecture, have a good day."

The beep of the phone turning off sounded. Dexter made his way over the bathroom with his arms outstretched trying not to run into anything. His foot tapped against some cloth and he froze in his steps. He reached down and found his glasses wrapped in his shirt from the night before. He slipped them on and laughed.

I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing in front of Otto he thought to himself. He walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth then turned the shower on. The steam filled the room and fogged his mirror. Dexter stood in the shower hoping it would make him feel better. Unfortunately his mind began to wander while he stood there.

Blossom crept into his mind, she seemed so compassionate. She really didn't have to stay at the hospital until he woke up, but he was glad someone was there. He started to think about the dream he had of her. He swore he could feel just how soft she was. He let out a sigh and leaned against the wall. He felt himself start to rise for the occasion and blushed. Dexter shook his head and stopped the water. He dried himself and got dressed. Walking into the kitchen he grabbed a glass of water, some aspirin, and pumpkin bread he found in the fridge.

Dexter decided to lie down after eating, his head wasn't hurting as bad now but it still was annoying. He stared up at his ceiling and his eyelids felt heavier and heavier until they shut. Oh no he thought before he fell asleep.

When Dexter opened his eyes he was where he dreaded of being, his childhood backyard. He knew here in a moment Dee Dee would appear and for once he didn't want her too. If anything he was kind of hoping for Blossom to show up. He sighed inwardly and got up. He began to walk around the old house and yard. He stopped at the door and for some reason he reached out and turned the knob.

The door squeaked open and Dexter peeked in. It was if the years had never touched the old home. He walked around his old home; his father's chair was in the same spot with one of his corn cob pipes on the table. He placed his hand on the stair railing and walked up to his room. The signs still hung on the door; the stop, biohazard, toxic signs and a silhouette of Dee Dee with a line through her. He turned and looked at the other end of the hall to see Dee Dee's door. It still had a ballerina foot on it and he made his way over.

Family photographs hung on the wall. Things were so simple back then he thought. He hadn't heard from his parents in over two years. It's not that he didn't want to talk to them; he just couldn't find the heart to. Dexter was getting home sick as he reached the door; he nervously opened it and a cold breeze shot at him. He shielded himself and after the attack he looked to see her room was intricately laced with cobwebs and macabre images.

He stepped in and looked around as he made his way through but then he bumped into something. He looked up and screamed falling backwards. He scurried away from what he hit. His sister hung from the roof in cobwebs, her body slightly decayed and in the dress she was buried in. Dexter got into the fetal position and wished he could wake up. Tears streamed down his face and he cried out.

"WHY, OH GOD WHY!" He forced himself to look at his sister. Her arms were outstreatched at her side. She had a vacant stare yet it was right on him. When he couldn't take it anymore he ran out of the room and shut the door. He leaned against it then slumped to the floor.

Dexter sat up frantically with a scream. He was breathing heavy and sweating. He looked around to see he was back at his house and it was late afternoon. He placed his face in his palms and rubbed his eyes.

"Fuck…" He got up and grabbed a light sweater. He locked the door and left, maybe some fresh air will make me feel better. Dexter walked down the sidewalk with his hands in his sweaters pockets. He really didn't know where he was going, but he just didn't want to be home. After a half hour of wandering he heard a familiar squeaky voice from across the way.

"Come on Evee! I want, no I need a good picture of you. How else will people know that Blossom has a new friend?" Dexter looked and saw three girls walking; it was Blossoms sister he heard.

"You'll tell them, that's how they will know." Evee said using her umbrella to hide. Dexter watched Blossom, he really liked the way her hips swayed as she walked and she even had her hair down for once. Lost in a daze the distant sound of his name caught his attention. It was Bubbles calling at him.

"Hey look you two it's your professor. HEY BREEN!" She was waving both arms trying to be as obvious as possible. He gave a nervous wave and just stood there. He wasn't sure if he should go and talk to them or not but before he could choose Blossoms sister was already on her way. When she got close she took a picture of him making him unable to see for a moment. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. By the time he regained vision all three girls were there.

"Yeah." Bubbles said as if she had accomplished something by taking his picture.

"How are you Professor, you weren't in class today y'know…" Evee started but stopped. Dexter gave her a warm smile and patted her on the shoulder.

"It's ok Evee I know it was an accident." He looked up to see Blossom blushing and Bubbles elbowing her. Then Bubbles letting out a annoyed sigh and give him a warm smile.

"Blossom, Evee, and I would like to know if you would like to go out to dinner with us as a apology." Evee looked over shocked and Blossom looked away her cheeks red as cherries. Dexter rubbed the back of his head and grinned.

"Sure, that sounds great but you don't have to."

"But we insist!" Bubbles said excitedly and looped her arm with his and pulled him along with her.

Blossom and Evee watched stunned as Bubbles dragged their professor away then hurried after them.