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Blossom smiled at herself in the mirror, brushing her long red hair. Bubbles and Buttercup were in the living room, clad in fluffy blue and green pajamas, waiting for their sister to join them in their movie-marathon extravaganza. Quite honestly, Blossom felt as if this was the slumber party she was never invited to, and she didn't mind that. Though, she would rather curl up on Brick's side of the bed and take in Brick's sweet scent one last time before they were married. Not that she didn't want to spend time with Buttercup and Bubbles, but this was, in fact, her last night as a bachelorette and watching a new episode of Smallville wasn't exactly her idea of a good time. Besides, they could still do this kind of stuff after Blossom is married.

"Blossom, c'mon!" Buttercup called. "Tom Welling doesn't have his shirt on!"

Bubbles loudly giggled, "Oh, yeah!"

"Bubbles! What would Boomer think?" Buttercup questioned, jokingly.

The leader of the Powerpuff Girls inhaled, deciding that her hair looked best in a ponytail. She realized that she shouldn't be yearning for Brick's presence this much, since they were, after all, supposed to become Mister and Misses Jojo. But, Blossom missed him a great deal. If Bubbles hadn't insisted that it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride twenty-four hours before the wedding, Blossom would mostly certain be wrapped securely in his hands arms this moment. So, this Bachelorette could have been fun for the person that would rather stick to the finer things in life, being that guy who would never take of that red baseball cap, but for Blossom, a traditional party was not fun at all. It was the complete opposite.

"Blossom!" Bubbles screeched.

She hurried downstairs, in a pink nightdress. The television set had been turned off. Confused, Blossom turned her pink eyes towards her sisters, who were now wearing suggestive smirks on their faces. The redhead gulped, almost missing that last step down the stairs.

"What," Blossom asked. "What's with the faces?" Buttercup held something behind her and Blossom became curious. "Do I want to know?"

Bubbles nodded, fighting internally with herself not to burst out in fits of giggles. "Show her, Buttercup!"

Buttercup happily obliged, shoving a box with green wrapping in Blossom's arms. "Trust me, Bloss, you are going to love it!"

"Somehow," she started, "I really doubt that." Blossom carefully unwrapped her present with extreme discretion. For some reason, her cheeks started burning with the change in their color. Why should she feel embarrassed? But, of course, that question was answered when she saw what was inside the box. Blossom lightly gasped, blushing. She quickly closed that box and gave it back to Buttercup. "That is highly inappropriate!"

"You might need it," her Blue sibling whispered, fearful of the death glare she was shooting to Buttercup.

"For what?" Blossom questioned, angrily position her hands on her hips.

"Well, Blossom, for many reasons. C'mon. What if Brick is bad," Buttercup reasoned, laughter filling her emerald eyes.

"That is impossible. Just because your first time turned out to be a regrettable experience shared with some random guy on Prom night does not mean that I will make the same mistake. It will be with someone I love deeply and regardless whether he is good or not, it will be what I've been waiting for my whole life. Wonderful!" Blossom was fuming at her sister. "So, you can take that back wherever you got it. I don't need it."

"You should at least prepare yourself." Buttercup said, raising an eyebrow.

"No! I will not taint my virginity with some machine." Blossom stomped her foot, groaning in frustration. "Besides, it's none of your business what goes on my sex life."

"That's great. But Bloss…"

"It wasn't BC's idea, Blossom. It was mine. I thought it would be funny, like, a joke," Bubbles nervously said, raising her hand, then lowering it.

"Uh, Blossom…"

"Well, it's not! It's offensive, especially to Brick. Look, I know you two want to help make my big night special, but it will be, without that." Blossom shook her head, gently softening her features, and ignoring whatever it was Buttercup was trying to say. "I guess it's the thought that counts."

"Really, Blossom, that's cool, but…"

"So, you're really okay with it, then? Being a virgin bride that is?" Bubbles questioned. "And Brick?"

"Blossom! Maybe you shoud-"

"He hasn't pressured me into anything I wasn't ready for. Yes, we're okay with this. Just because you two didn't wait, doesn't mean that you two are bad for doing it. I just… He's the only guy I want to be with, and if we really do each other, we can wait to make love, which will be tomorrow night. So, it's not really like I have to wait much longer," she explained.

"Whatever!" Buttercup exclaimed, flipping her raven-black hair over her shoulders. "Do I need to remember anybody that Blossom, you tried to make home-made popcorn on the stove?"

Blossoms eyes widened, catching the scent that something was burning. "Oh, crap!" She sprinted to the kitchen, saving the house from burning. Unfortunately, the popcorn could not be rescued. "You couldn't have told me earlier."

"You making such a nice speech and I couldn't stop you. Believe me. I tried." She replied, rolling her eyes. "Gawd, you should have made Brick make something for us. I'm starved."

Blossom sighed, reaching for the phone. "Pizza it is then!"

"No."

"Brick-"

"No."

"C'mon."

"No."

"It's what guys do."

"I don't care."

"You used to do it all the time. Remember?"

"No."

"For old times' sake."

"Forget it."

"But Boomer has a good one."

"I will not, no matter what you say or do, trying to break a satellite by spitting mucus out of my mouth. Grow up." Brick said, lying on Boomer's couch, with his cap resting over his eyes.

"We could-" Butch started.

"I have no scabs to pick, so that's out of the question." Brick said, growling under his breath.

"Fine. I have this good stripper company on speed dial," Butch stated, reaching inside his pant pocket for his cell phone.

"No!" Boomer yelled, tugging the phone out of his brother's hand, and crushing it with his foot.

"Dude, I was kidding. You didn't have to go and destroy my phone!" Butch replied, despair washing his face. "I was just going to have Buttercup play along, or something. Geeze."

"Well, don't even joke about stuff like that. Ever since Bubbles heard about what you did with Brick and those random chicks, she's been watching me like a hawk." Boomer glared, squinting his eyes.

"It's always nice to see who wears the pants in the relationship," Butch muttered.

"Hey, I'm not the one with the leash around his neck whenever my girl is around," the fair-haired Rowdyruff countered, grinning amusedly at the least, in fact, was now hanging out of his brother's pocket.

"Shut up. I think it's kinda kinky."

"You would," Brick chimed. "And to think, I passed up Blossom's weirdo, but oh-so delicious, cooking for this."

"As I recall, you were kicked out by Bubbles," Butch smirked, taking his brother's cap of his face.

"Oh, the light! I'm melting." Brick winced, quickly grabbing his hat back. "That's better. Did that big, old, ugly man hurt you?"

Boomer rolled her eyes, "Yeah, while you get reacquainted with an inanimate object, I'm just going to stand right here and be weirded-out."

"There's nothing else to do, man. Babysitting Butch tires me out like you wouldn't believe," he replied.

"Hey!" Butch protested.

"We could just find you some pretty blonde and de-virginize you before the big day," Boomer suggested lightheartedly.

Butch chuckled, agreeing with his brother. "For real, Dude. I couldn't imagine looking at that fine body day-to-day and not being able to touch. Then, being expected to stay faithful."

"You've been looking at my girl?" Brick asked, sitting up on the sofa.

"Guilty, but she ain't nothing compared to Buttercup, of course," Butch added. "Then again, I get what I want from her. All that waiting nonsense is for the whipped suckers, meaning you."

"I won't say that, but don't ya think it's kind of old-fashioned?" Boomer inquired innocently.

"One, what can I do? Force Blossom into something she isn't ready for? That's rape. Two, I won't cheat on her. And, three, because I know you're thinking it, Butch, I won't break up with Blossom, hook-up with some skank at a nightclub, and then get back together with Blossom just so I can have my "needs" taken care of. Blossom deserves better than that kind of treatment and I intend on giving it to her." Brick told them. "You two should admire me for my restraint. It's taken everything I have not to ever rip off her clothes."

Boomer and Butch exchanged smirks, bursting out in laughter.

"Or feel really sorry for you, brother!" Boomer exclaimed, holding his stomach.

"Yeah, you just tell your kids that one day, then we'll see who gets the last laugh versus time in the dog house," Brick replied, knitting his eyebrows together. His brothers became quiet. "That's what I thought. Now if you two will excuse me, I'm going to go spit out some boogers."

"Really?!" Butch questioned excitedly.

"No!" Brick chuckled. "Ha, your face-"

"Is about to get smashed into the carpet," Butch threatened, balling his fists.

Brick raised a single hand, and flicked his brother on the nose with all of his strength. Butch fell on the ground. "You were saying?"

"I hate you." Butch scowled.

"Thanks," the redhead said plainly.

"You weirdoes." Boomer commented, shaking his head.