"Hey, Blossom. What are you doing here?"

Blossom slowly turned to face the blond-haired boy.

"Oh, hey Boomer… I was just getting Bubbles' purse. It was up on that shelf and I kinda fell."

"Oh man, me and some of the show choir boys were just trying to play a prank on her. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine." She replied, even though she was now feeling a sharp stinging pain in her left wrist.

"Who are you talking to Boomer?" Brick asked while walking into the room.

Brick froze in his steps when he discovered that Boomer was talking to Blossom.

Blossom turned to Brick and blushed.

"Hey, Brick…"

Brick stood there speechless until Boomer elbowed him in the arm.

"Hey, Blossom!" he spat out.

There was a long moment of awkward silence, then Boomer elbowed Brick in the arm again.

"Dude, go ahead and ask her." He whispered.

"I'm going, can you give me a second." Brick whispered back.

"So… Blossom, I-"

Brick turned around to Boomer staring at the both of them with a strange smile.

"Um, Boomer… don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Not really… I'm just waiting for you."

Brick gave Boomer an annoyed look.

"Oh! I get it… I guess I'll just leave you two alone then."

Brick waited until Boomer left the room before he turned his attention back to Blossom.

"I'm sorry about that. He's a lost cause, so he's kinda slow."

Blossom giggled. "It's okay."

She looked up at Brick and gave him a big warm smile.

Brick could feel his face heating up. Her eyes were just so beautiful, like dazzling pink sapphires. He was having a hard time looking into them, and he was tempted to run away before he embarrassed himself like he did on Tuesday.

"So… I just wanted to know… if you were going to the pre-homecoming party tomorrow."

Blossom nodded. "Yeah, I'm going with my sisters."

"Oh, that's good… so I was wondering if you would want to go with me, I mean, you'll be already there, it's just that… you know… we can-"

"Hang out together while we're there." Blossom finished.

"Yes. Most definitively. That's exactly what I was thinking."

Blossom looked down at the ground for a moment, and then looked back at Brick.

"Okay… that sounds great."

Brick was surprised at her answer. "Wait… what?"

"I said… that sounds great. I'll see you there."

"Yeah, I guess I will."

"Well, I have to get going now… see you later Brick."

"Wait, Blossom… can I ask you one more thing?"

"What is it?"

Brick looked away and put his hand behind his head.

"Did you happen to hear anything while you were here earlier?"

Blossom's face turned red.

"Ahhh… hear what? I didn't hear anything. I just came here to get Bubbles' purse and I didn't hear a sound!" she said frantically.

"Um… are you okay, Blossom?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm probably just getting a cold, I should go home and rest. See you tomorrow."

Blossom quickly rushed past Brick before she could make it even more obvious that she did hear Brick's little song.

Brick put his hand on his chest and sighed.

That was another close one, he thought.

Boomer came out from behind the stage curtains and went up to his brother.

"Dude, I saw everything! You did great!"

"You were spying on us!" Brick yelled.

"Yeah, but that's not the point. We have to get you ready for your date."

"It is not a date." Brick said. "It's a casual get-together."

Boomer rolled his eyes. "Well, whatever you want to call it, we have to get you ready for it."

He pushed his older brother toward the exit. "C'mon let's go, Bubby's waiting for us."

"Okay, okay, I'm going."

The two boys exited the theater and went around front were Bubby was waiting for them along with Butch. When they finally arrived, Brick laid his eyes on a truly horrible sight.

He saw Butch and Princess together with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Princess then reached up and whispered something in his ear, and Butch responded with a grin. Then she looked up at Brick with her devious green eyes and smiled before finally walking away.

Brick stared at his brother, absolutely astounded at what he saw.

"Tell me it's not true." He said.

"What?" Butch replied with a confused expression.

Brick pointed to Princess, who was now stepping into a limo.

Butch glanced at the red-head and then shrugged.

"What can I say? She's the only bitch who knows how to do it right."

Brick was once again utterly flabbergasted with his brother and was ever so tempted to reach over and slap him straight in the face.

"Oh my god! Why the hell would you do something like that, especially with someone like HER!"

"You're acting like it's such a big deal, which it's not, and besides, you have to admit Princess is pretty hot."

Brick narrowed his eyes.

"You disgust me…"

Butch shrugged his shoulders again. "Oh well…"

"Um, guys… where's Bubby?" Boomer asked.

Brick and Boomer searched the parking lot and their care-giver was nowhere to be found.

"Butch…" Brick said angrily.

"What?! She made me mad, I told her off, and she kicked me out the car and told me to walk my ass home."

Brick put his head in his hands and groaned, and then went up to his brother.

"Can you stop being an asshole for one day?!"

"What! She started it!" Butch yelled back.

"Well, you're going to be walking home by yourself!" Brick grabbed his younger brother's hand and dragged him down the street. "C'mon Boomer, Lets go!"

Boomer sighed deeply while Brick dragged him. He hated when his brothers fought like this. He didn't understand why they couldn't just get along. It would have made things a whole lot easier if they did.

Butch watched his brothers walk down the sidewalk, and then he rolled his eyes.

I'll be damned if they think I'm walking all the way home, he thought.

He turned around to see that Princess' limo was still there in the parking lot. It was like she was waiting for him. He wondered if going with a crazy whore was a good idea, but then he figured that anything was better than walking.

"Yo, Princess." Butch yelled out. "Come give your boy a ride."

Blossom sat on her sister's bed while firmly holding her left wrist. The throbbing pain was getting worst and it was literally killing her. Bubbles came in the room holding a bunch of Blossom's clothes and threw them on the bed next to her.

"Are you still messing with that arm?" she asked.

"It's still hurts…" Blossom replied.

"Did you tell Dad?"

"Yeah, he said that he was going to take me to the doctor tomorrow morning."

"Oh, poopy. You're not gonna have a chance to see Brick before your date."

"It's not a date; we're going together as a group."

"Yeah, but eventually we're gonna split off, so it's basically a date."

Blossom started to play with her hair. "I didn't think about it like that. I'm kinda nervous now."

"Don't worry Blossom, I'm gonna help you. We're gonna pick out your outfit, do your makeup, get your hair did, and all that stuff."

Then she looked around the room.

"Where's Buttercup? She's supposed to be helping us."

She ran out the room and a moment later came back dragging Buttercup by the collar.

"I don't want to help you pick out clothes!" Buttercup yelled.

"But we need to help Blossom, and besides you need an outfit too."

"An outfit? I have an outfit. I'm gonna wear a t-shirt, some sweatpants and some flip-flops and I'm calling it a day."

Bubbles crossed her arms and tapped her foot.

"Oh, c'mon Buttercup. Don't you want to look nice?"

"What's wrong with what I want to wear?"

"You always have to go somewhere looking like you just came from practice."

"Most of the time I am coming from practice!"

"Well, I think you should dress up, at least wear some makeup."

"I don't want to!"

"You are such a tomboy."

Buttercup put her hands over her ears and shook her head violently. Bubbles always went on and on with arguments like this. She was tired of hearing her whiny little voice, every time they went out together and she didn't like what she was wearing. She was sick of it.

"I'll dress up for homecoming, if you would just SHUT THE F—UP!"

Bubbles closed her mouth and looked at her sister with sparkling eyes.

"For real!"

Buttercup automatically regretted what she just said.

"Wait… hold up a minute!"

"No, too late! You already said it!"

Bubbles went over and hugged her sister.

"Oh Buttercup, you're going to look so beautiful in the dress I pick out for you!"

"I can't pick out my own dress?"

"Of course not, you don't know anything about fashion."

"Okay, whatever. I'll wear the stupid dress."

"Buttercup in a dress?" said Bradley while walking in to the room. "That's gonna be a mess… hey, that rhymed!"

Buttercup leaped up and tackled her little brother to the ground, but Bradley managed to slip out of her hands like a greased pig.

"Na-na-na-na-na, you can't catch me!" he sang while running down the hallway.

Buttercup got up and chased after him. "You're dead meat!"

"Boys will be boys." Bubbles sighed, she then walked over to the pile of clothes that was located on the bed and picked something up.

"This is the perfect top for you." She said to her sister.

It was a pink pastel tank top with ribbons tied to the selves and beads running down the sides.

"I don't know Bubbles." Blossom said. "I don't think it's me."

"Don't be silly, it's totally you. It's girly, but stylish, flirty, but subtle, and with this…"

She went in the pile and took out a white mini skirt.

"… you're really gonna look good."

"Isn't the skirt a little too short?" Blossom questioned.

"It's not… so anyway, go to accessories."

She went to her vanity, opened her jewelry box, and took out a pearl necklace.

"This is gonna bring more attention to your chest, which reminds me, you need a push-up bra."

Blossom blushed and covered her torso.

"I-I don't want anyone looking up there!" she yelled.

"Fine, but you're still wearing the pearls… and finally…"

She reached over and grabbed a round container.

"With this shimmer, he's going to think that you glow like a bunch of tiny little diamonds shining in the moonlight. Ahhh … it's going to be so romantic, I can't wait for tomorrow."

Blossom glanced at her sister and then looked down.

"Do you really think he'll like me?"

"Well, duh! You're the prettiest girl I know. Well, not as pretty as me, but you come at a close second."

Blossom didn't know if that was a complement or an insult.

"Umm… thanks… I think."

"No problem sis. Now come help me pick out my clothes."

Meanwhile at the boy's apartment, Boomer just finished going over the same routine with Brick, giving him advice and fashion tips for his date with Blossom.

"So, are you all set for tomorrow?" asked Boomer.

"Yeah, I'm totally set." Brick replied.

That was a complete lie. He has never felt so nervous before in his life. Even with all the help form Boomer, he still didn't think he could pull this whole date thing off.

He plopped himself on the couch and began to drift off into his own fantasy world. A world he thought about all the worst-case scenarios that could happen while he was with Blossom. It was horrible.

There was one where he called her a fat pig and she ran into the bathroom crying, and there was another one where he accidently pushed her down the stairs and she got paralyzed from the waist down, and her whole family hated him for life.

A loud knock finally broke him out of his terrifying daydream.

"Boys! Open up!" Bubby yelled through the door.

Boomer ran to his brother while Brick quickly jumped off the couch.

"What do we do?" Boomer whispered loudly. "When Bubby finds out that Butch isn't here, she's gonna kill us!"

"Okay, okay. Just give me two seconds to think."

Too late. Bubby used her brute force to bust open the door before Brick could have a chance to figure things out. Boomer immediate reaction was to hide behind the couch and leave him to face the angry woman.

Brick sighed. What a coward, he thought.

Bubby stopped in front of the red-head and looked him in the eyes.

"Where's Butch? I know he ain't here, or I would have been hearing his mouth."

"What are you talking about, Bubby? Of course he's here." Brick said while trying to keep a straight face.

Bubby's glare was just so intimidating, he had to make sure he didn't crack under pressure, or they both be done for.

"I think you're lying to me." She announced.

"I-I'm not." Brick said, his voice trembling a little.

Bubby raised her eyebrow in confusion. She could tell something was up.

Beads of sweat started to form on Brick's forehead as Bubby continued to stare him down.

I could really use some Boomer charm right about now, he thought.

Boomer could almost hear his brother yelling for help form inside his mind. No matter how scared he was of Bubby, he couldn't leave his brother to face him alone.

He quickly ran from behind the couch and came to his brother's rescue.

"He's telling the truth, Bubby. Butch is in his room sleeping."

"Oh well I guess that ex- wait a minute … what is he doing sleep? It's only 7:30?"

"Umm… well… ahh…" Boomer stuttered. He was quickly running out of things to say.

"He's sick!" Brick budded in. "Yup, he's sleeping because he said he wasn't feeling good."

"Oh, the poor baby. I better go take his temperature."

Brick ran in front of Bubby and blocked the way to Butch's room.

"You don't want to go in there. He's really really bad. He probably has the flu or something."

"Well, if that's the case, I gotta get in there and stop that thang before it spreads."

"Bubby, please don't go in there." Boomer pleaded.

Bubby placed her hands on her hips and looked at the two boys.

"What are yall trying to hide from me?"

"Nothing. We just don't-"

Boomer was interrupted by an alarming crash coming from inside the room. A few moments later, the door slowly opened and Butch peeked his head out.

"What's going on guys…" he said in a drowsy tone.

"Butch… are you okay?" Bubby asked.

"I'm… straight…"

"Are you sure? Because you look like a hot mess."

"All I have to do is sleep it off and I'll be easy… breezy."

"Well, okay babies… I guess I'll go now… sorry about the door… I'll get that fixed later."

"It's okay Bubby, good night."

"Yeah, sleep tight; don't let the bed bugs bite." Boomer added.

Bubby smiled and then she went up the stairs and locked the door.

Brick waited until he was sure Bubby was gone, then he face his brother.

"That's the last time we're covering for your ass. Now, where the hell were you?"

Butch shrugged him off and wen to sit on the couch.

"You were with Princess, weren't you?" Brick asked.

"No…"

Brick went up to his brother and picked up a curly red hair from off his shoulder.

"You're such a liar… so what did you do together, as if I had to ask."

Butch started off into space, totally unaware of the questions Brick was asking him.

"Butch… what's with you?" Brick questioned.

Boomer leaned over and examined Butch's face.

"I think he's high."

"What?!" Brick exclaimed.

He went over and checked for himself.

Yup, it was true. His blood-shot eyes and drowsy voice was a dead give-a-way, plus he reeked of the stuff. Brick couldn't believe Bubby didn't notice it before, her being a nurse and all. But, what he didn't understand was, why Princess would waste her time getting his idiot brother high. It didn't make any sense.

He glanced over at Butch to him rambling on and on about how much weed he smoked and how that it was imported from South America, and how it was probably the best weed he ever smoked in his life. Brick shook his head. Butch was such a chatterbox when he was wasted, it was ridiculous.

Immediately, a light bulb went off in his head as he grasped the truth.

"Butch! What did you and Princess talk about while you were together?"

Butch gave him a smug smile.

"Man… I'm so fucking high right now… I don't even-"

"Try to remember!"

Brick noticed Butch's slowly closing, so he quickly started to shake him again.

"Oh no! You're not getting out of this that easily!"

But it was too late. Butch was out like a light, and there was no getting him up once he entered his deep sleep. Brick pushed him on the couch and paced around the room furiously.

He now knew that Princess managed to get some information from Butch while he was intoxicated, and she somehow managed to make him forget their little conversation they had together.

Boomer covered Butch with a blanket and then looked over at Brick.

"Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing…"

Brick didn't want to lie to his brother, but he felt like he had to. Knowing Boomer, he'll be the first to freak out and tell everyone their business. No. he had to keep this on the down low. He didn't know what kind of info Princess had on him. But he did know that it will come up and bite in the ass eventually.