Brick stormed out of the elaborate mansion and started to walk angrily down a path that leads into the woods. The fresh crisp air of outside cooled him down a bit, but he was still pretty heated and desperately needed to release some stress. He went to the nearest tree and using his good hand, began to punch it. Every blow he sent to the tree sent him closer to internal peace, but he was still nearing the edge of his breaking point.

I swear to god, if someone messes with me again, I'm gonna knock their lights out, he thought.

A sudden tap on the shoulder sent him into complete rage, and he quickly turned around with his fist raised, ready to fulfill his promise.

Blossom stood there shocked and slightly frighten with the sudden fist in her face. She had never seen Brick so angry. It made her worried.

"Brick... are you okay?" she whispered.

Brick lowered his fist and blushed. He automatically felt ashamed for what he did. If he would have deliberately hurt Blossom, he didn't think he could live with himself.

"Ah, Blossom! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I-I"

"Its okay." she laughed. Then she looked down at his arm.

"Oh no... You're hurt. Let me help you."

She went in her purse and took out some disinfectant wipes and a box of Band-Aids.

"Blossom, you don't need to do that. It's not that serious." He said timidly. Part of him thought it was kinda weird that she carried items like that around, but the other side of him thought it was cute. She was like his own little nurse.

"Yes it is! There's a very high chance that you could get an infection, and you wouldn't want that, would you?"

He had a cut located on the flat side of his knuckle where the tree had scratched him. It was a small one; not even longer than the tip of his pinky and it wasn't even close to deep enough to call for such urgent attention. But Blossom still continued to gently wipe it with the alcohol filled pad.

Brick's face twisted as soon as the alcohol touched his skin, sending a sharp stinging pain throughout his hand. Blossom smiled and continued to dry off the cut by blowing on it, and then she wrapped his finger in a Band-Aid.

"There you go, all better."

Brick looked down at his newly fixed up finger.

It was probably the girliest Band-Aid he ever seen in his life. It was covered with pink glittered hearts and flowers. He was pretty sure if his brothers saw it, they would laugh their asses off. But he didn't care.

The fact that Blossom even thought that-sorry-excuse-for-a-cut was evening worth saving meant the world to him, and it ultimately meant that she cared about him the same way he felt about her.

"Thanks, Blossom."

"You're welcome, it's just… I hate it when you hurt yourself like this…"

She took his other hand and without thinking started to trace the picture she drew with her finger. Her poorly drawn cherry blossom was slightly faded, and sooner or later it would disappear. She dreaded that day; that drawing was the only thing connecting him to her.

"If both your hands got broken, you won't be able to play your lovely music." Then she laughed. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be too worried. I still can't believe you managed to play the piano with a cast on."

"Wait…" Brick said. "Does that mean… you did see me yesterday?"

Blossom blushed a bright red. Her heart started racing. This was the second time Brick asked her that, and she was pretty sure Brick was going to see through her the third time around.

"No! I didn't see or hear anything! I-I just guessed due to the fact that I know you play the piano and I… I… LET'S GO TO THE LAKE!" she said dramatically trying to change the subject.

She grabbed Brick's hand and dragged him toward a medium sized lake located at the end of the path.

"See… isn't it pretty?"

Brick looked out at the scenery, it was an average lake. The water was dark and the color was a murky green. There was nothing overly spectacular about it. He really hasn't seen anything overly spectacular the whole night, but that changed when he turned and faced Blossom.

The way the water reflected the moonlight onto her face was absolutely stunning. He could see all the individual pieces of shimmer on her skin, making her shine brighter than the star-filled sky up above. His heart melted at the sight of her and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Yeah… so pretty…" he said dreamily.

Blossom sat on the edge of the dock and took her shoes off, and then she continued to put her feet in the water. The warmth of the lake comforted her and made her feel at peace.

"Ahhh, just the right temperature. C'mon, you should try."

Brick sat next to Blossom and did the same. Carefully taking his shoes off and placing his feet next to hers.

"See, isn't it nice?" she asked with a dainty smile.

"Yeah…"

A little too nice, he thought.

There was no way the water could have been this warm in September going on October. Something was up, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was.

"So… um… how's the colorguard thing going?" he asked. Trying to stir up some conversation before things got incredibly awkward.

Blossom looked down and started to play with her hands.

"I don't know, it's just… it's really hard. There are so many techniques and moves you need to learn and in that short of time span? I don't know if I can do it…"

Brick looked at Blossom and nodded.

"I know how you feel. Drum Major try-outs were a killer. There were so many salutes and commands, and plus you basically needed to be a master at marching. It was May when try-outs started and I was still in the 10th grade at the time. All the upper classmen kept telling me that I wasn't gonna make it. In the history of THS, they never had a Drum Major who was a junior it has always been a senior. So, they continued to discourage me, but eventually after some hard work, I proved them wrong and I became the Drum Major."

"How did you do it?" Blossom asked. "How did you get through people telling you weren't gonna make it?"

"Well, it's not just Drum Major try-outs. I been through a lot of things in my life… being in and out of foster homes basically since I was born to age nine, certain people always trying to mess with me… and there's always been one story that help me get through it."

"What's the story?"

"Have you ever heard about the story of the Phoenix?"

"No, what's that?"

"Well, it's a Greek myth about a giant bird." He spread his arms out to demonstrate. "I mean this thing was huge, and its tail is the color of gold and scarlet, so it kinda looks like fire."

Blossom smiled deeply. She loved the way his eyes lit up and the way his body moved when he talked. It was so inspiring to her.

"So anyway, the so the story goes like this.

The Phoenix lived on earth peacefully for millions of years, but that was until the first human civilizations showed up. One civilization in particular, had a really greedy king, who wanted to kill the Phoenix for its golden plumage. One by one, he would send a solider to go kill the creature. But, each one failed because the Phoenix sat upon a nest of blazing fire, and anyone who got near it burned to death.

The king grew tired of all the failed attempts, so he devised an ingenious plan. He sent an army 100,000 strong over to the Phoenix, each solider carrying a large urn filled with water. Then, he ordered everyone to dump the water onto the Phoenix's nest."

"What happened next?" Blossom asked eagerly.

"Well, since the nest was the Phoenix's life source, when they put the fire out… it died."

Blossom covered her mouth.

"Oh no!" she gasped.

"Hold up, I'm not done yet." Brick said with a grin.

"Everyone thought it died, but then…"

He got up and dramatically flapped his arms like a giant bird.

"The Phoenix sang a mighty war cry and rose from his ashes, glowing brighter and stronger than ever."

Then he started to make loud and obnoxious bird noises.

"So the Phoenix flew off into the sun and no one ever messed with him again!"

Brick panted heavily, and then looked down at Blossom to find her laughing hysterically.

Oh my god… Did I just do that? Brick thought.

His throat went dry and his face turned a shade of deep crimson as he froze in place.

He couldn't believe he managed to embarrass himself again. He didn't understand why he acted like this when he was around her. How come he couldn't just be normal?

"Bravo, bravo, encore, encore!" Blossom cheered.

Brick was slightly shocked with her response.

"You actually liked that?"

"Yes! That was amazing, everything felt so real. You are a fantastic storyteller."

"Wow… thanks. I thought that I was making a complete fool out of myself, actually…"

"That wasn't foolish at all. You were just passionate. I can tell that story really means a lot to you."

"Yeah, it does… if I didn't live my life by that story… I don't know what kind of person I would be…"

"So what's the life lesson of the story?" Blossom asked. "I'm curious."

"Oh yeah, well, the moral of the story is no matter how many times someone burns out your flame, you always rise from your ashes, allowing yourself to become stronger than you ever were."

Blossom reached over and grabbed his hand.

"That's wonderful advice. I will never forget it."

Brick looked down at both of their hands. He couldn't believe that he was actually holding hers without throwing up or having a heart-attack or something. But then, he saw something about Blossom's hand that he didn't notice before.

"What happened to your hand?"

Blossom quickly took her hand away from his and held it against her chest.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just a sprang."

Brick grabbed her hand cautiously and began to slowly rub his fingers around the bright pink bandage.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his eyes full of concern.

Blossom shook her head.

"No. Sprangs are often associated with muscle pain, so after I took some ibuprofen I was fine."

"I'm glad… I don't think I could stand to see you in pain… so can I sign it?"

Blossom took her hand away from Brick again.

"Oh no, I know your plan! You want to get back at me for drawing that picture on your cast, well that's not gonna happen."

"Why not? Are you scared that I'm gonna draw a better picture that you?"

"As if! My picture is way better than any picture you could draw, and besides, I just got this cast this morning and I don't want you messing it up."

"Oh please, I have to walk around with your lovely picture on my cast, now let me draw on yours."

"Absolutely not. You don't have a sharpie anyway."

Brick smiled at her and started to rumble around in his pocket.

"Ohhh no." Blossom said. "Don't pull it out, don't do it."

Brick pulled out a black sharpie from his pocket and waved it in her face.

"Too late Baby Cakes. Now prepared to get drawn on."

"Well, Baby Cakes." She said mockingly. "You're gonna have to catch me first."

She got up and started to run down the path, leaving him alone on the dock.

"You do know that I'm on the track team, right? I was basically born to run."

Blossom was already half-way down the path, heading back toward the mansion.

"Are you gonna try to catch me, or are you gonna continue to run your mouth?"

Brick gave her a devious smile. He was always up for a challenge.

"Okay, but you asked for it."

He got up and chased the pink-eyed girl down into the dark woods.

Butch stood in the middle of a large crowd, watching Buttercup from afar. It appeared that she found herself another dark corner to sit in, over by a window and she was now looking out of it intensely.

Man, she looks pissed, he thought.

He didn't want to admit it, but he was actually a little scared of Buttercup. That girl almost tore his arm out of his socket, not even a 200 pound defender on the football team could do that. He went in his pocket and took out another blunt. That was his third one tonight and he was already feeling the effect of the drug flowing through his system. He glanced back over to Buttercup and sighed deeply. Why did she have to be so difficult? All the other girls would die to have him talk to them, and then here she comes and just rejects him like a piece of trash. No girl has ever rejected him like that… ever.

He searched the deep recesses of his mind for a plan on how to talk to her. He needed to figure out a way to get on her good side. Well, if she had one. He thought for a while and his mind came up blank. He couldn't believe how hard this was.

While he was thinking, a random blond haired girl bumped into him. She tried to make it look like an accident, but Butch knew she did it on purpose. He took a second look at her and was pleased at what he saw. Her blue jeans hugged her body tightly and her red and white t-shirt showed off her naval perfectly. Just the way he liked it.

"If you do that again I'ma beat that ass." He said playfully.

The blond gave him a seductive look, and then she blew him a kiss.

Butch responded with a grin, then he pretended to catch the kiss and put it in his pocket. The blond giggled and continued onto the next room.

Now, how come it can't be that easy, he thought.

He could basically say whatever to a girl, and they would literally drop to their knees and beg him for sex. Which he didn't mind; he liked to have a good time. But this one was different. He actually had to think about what he wanted to say to her, and make sure it didn't piss her off even more.

On the verge of giving up, Butch took one more glance around the room. He saw another familiar looking blond standing over by the refreshment table.

Just the girl I wanted to see, he thought.

"Yo, Bubblegum!" he called out.

Bubbles turned around and smiled brightly, her cheeks stuffed with sugary treats.

"Sugar Daddy!"

She ran over and gave Butch a big hug. She squeezed him so tightly that he could barely breathe.

"Woah, whatcha trying to do? Kill me?" he said with a laugh.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so hyper right now."

He looked to find the blond haired girl shaking slightly.

"Yeah, I can tell. What did I tell you about eating all that candy?"

"I can't help myself. I'm just ready to go. TURN UP! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"

Butch couldn't help but to crack a smile. "Calm down, Bubblegum. Damn, if you're this hyped up after eating some candy, I can't even image whatcha gonna be like if you got some alcohol in you."

"I don't drink silly. All I had was some chocolate éclairs and some punch… which tasted kinda funny now that I think of it."

"Bubbles, they spiked the punch. Don't drink anymore of it."

"Spiked the punch? What does that mean?"

Butch reached over and petted her on the head. It was so like her to be this incredibility clueless.

"Nothing, Bubblegum. So what's up with your sister?"

"You mean Buttercup? What's wrong with her?"

"When I tried to holla at her, she almost ripped my arm off."

"She did?! Oh, I can't believe her she always has to- wait… YOU LIKE BUTTERCUP?!"

Butch put his hand behind his head.

"Well, something like that…"

He didn't want to tell Bubbles about the bet, mostly because he didn't know how she would react.

"Oh my god! This is a dream come true. It's about time Buttercup gets a decent boyfriend. You guys are going to look so cute together! Oh my god, image Blossom and Brick, you and Buttercup getting married on the same day, and when we have children, we can go down the alphabet and have all their names beginning with the letter C. Like Corey, Cara, Cooper, Claire-"

Butch covered her mouth with his hand.

"You talk to damn much. Now how do I get on her good side?"

Bubbles took his hand off her mouth and looked him in the eyes.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to keep it a secret. I know for a fact that she hates boys like you."

"Well, that's encouraging." He said angrily.

"But, I do know that she likes the sensitive bad boy types, she tries to deny it, but going on her past boyfriends, I know it's true. You're already a bad boy, now all you need is the sensitive part. So here's what you're gonna do. Go up to her and tell her that you're sorry-"

"Sorry?! For what?! She's the one who wants to fucking kill me!"

"Do you want her to like you or not?"

He wasn't the type to apologize, especially to a bitch like Buttercup, but he desperately wanted that money.

"Fine, I say sorry to her and what else?"

"Then you just walk away."

"Walk away? Why the hell would I do that? I want her to talk to me."

"Trust me on this one; she will come up and talk to you. And when you do get the conversation started, try not to act like a… well… a douchebag."

"A douchebag?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You know, don't use those corny pick-up lines that you always use-"

"Why not, the chicks dig that!"

Bubbles glared at him.

"Okay, okay, no pick-up lines. What else?"

"And DO NOT touch her. She hates that."

"Yeah, I know. I have the shoulder pain to prove it."

"And lastly, just follow her around. Not like a stalker or anything, just go to some of her games and look for her in the hallways. Her last boyfriend did that, and she basically fell in love with him."

"Who was her last boyfriend?" he asked.

"I'm not going to tell you."

Butch gave her an intense look in the eyes and Bubbles finally cracked.

"Okay! I can't tell you his name, but I can tell you that he goes to Crimesburg High."

"Oh, so he's that kinda guy?" Butch asked with a grin.

"Yup, he is a total gangbanger. My parents hated him, but BC couldn't stay away from him. They were inseparable."

"So what happened?"

"Well it's kinda personal… but I think he cheated on her."

"Woah… that's harsh…"

No wonder she's so hostile toward guys, he thought.

"Yeah… I really hope you two get together. She really needs somebody right now."

"W-what's going here?"

Butch looked over to his brother Boomer to find a shocked expression on his face. Then he glanced down at him and Bubbles. They were still hugging; with their bodies pressed tightly together and their arms wrapped around each other.

Did we really stay like this the whole time, he asked himself.

Bubbles looked at her boyfriend, then she looked back at Butch.

"Oh, I'm sorry…"

Then she released herself from Butch's grip.

"I didn't realize we were still hugging. You're just so huggable, like a warm fuzzy bear. Oh, I got it! That can be your new nickname for the week, Papa Bear!"

"That's sounds about right. And what do I call you? Goldilocks?"

"Oh my god! That's perfect; it's just like the story. You better watch out Butch, I'm gonna eat your food and sleep in your bed!"

"You can sleep in my bed anytime you want to, Baby." He replied with a sly grin.

Boomer quickly grabbed his girlfriend by the arm and pushed her away.

"Bubbles, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure Boomer." Then she waved over to Butch. "Bye, Papa Bear!"

"See ya, Goldilocks."

Boomer gave his brother an irritated glare and Butch just responded with a shrug.

"So what's up with you and Butch?" Boomer asked Bubbles.

"Oh, we're just friends."

"Yeah, sure, friends just give each other nicknames like Papa Bear and Sugar Daddy. What's up with that?"

Bubbles crossed her arms in annoyance. Was her boyfriend getting mad at her?

"It's not a big deal, Boomer."

"It is a big deal, because the last time I checked, you were my girlfriend not his."

"It's a Quarterback/Head Cheerleader thing. We give each other nicknames every week. That's what we do, it's tradition."

"But I'm your boyfriend and I don't even have a nickname."

"Listen Boomer, nicknames add a sense of cuteness to a relationship. You and me are already look incredibly cute together, so we really don't need nicknames."

"Oh… I guess that makes sense… but I still want one though."

Bubbles wrapped her arms around him.

"Okay… how about…" she leaned over and gave Boomer a firm kiss. "Sweet lips…"

Boomer's eyes lit up and his cheeks turned a bright pink.

"Yeah, that could work."

Bubbles smiled. "C'mon Sweet Lips, I have some more presents to give you."

"Presents? But it's not even my birthday."

"I know…"

Boomer let out a dreamy sigh, and Bubbles took his hand and lead him to another room.

Butch watched the couple walk away, then let out a disgusted groan. He didn't understand how a girl like Bubbles ended up with wimp-of-a brother.

It's unfair, I saw her first, he thought.

He started to think about the first time he meet the blue-eyed blond, but then he quickly shook it off. He didn't have time to reminiscence about his brother's girlfriend. He had a bet to win.

He began to walk cautiously toward Butter, thinking about the instructions Bubbles had given him.

There's no way in hell this is gonna work.

But he had no choice. It was better than any plan that he could come up with. He casually stood next to Butter and waited until she noticed him.

Buttercup sensed a presence standing near her. She didn't even have to turn around to figure out who it was, his stench gave it away. She continued to look out the window, in hope that he'll eventually go away if she ignored him long enough. But after a minute or two of doing that, Butch was still standing in the exact same spot.

Buttercup rolled her eyes.

I guess I'm gonna have to scare him off again, she thought.

"Do you want me to rip your other arm off?" she asked irritably.

Butch looked down at her and shook his head. "No…"

"Then what the hell do you want?"

"I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

Butch walked away like he was told, leaving Buttercup there to collect her thoughts.

I can't believe I did that. There's no way that worked.

A few moments later Buttercup came and lightly tapped Butch on the shoulder.

"What did you say to me?" she asked softly.

Butch was surprised with two things. One, the fact that Bubbles' plan actually worked (maybe she was smarter than she looks), and two, he was surprised with her tone of voice. He had never heard talk so softly. She was usually irritated or annoyed.

"I said… I'm sorry about earlier. That wasn't cool…"

"Oh… well, I guess I'm sorry about your arm…"

He started to walk off, but Buttercup pulled him back.

"What's your deal? This is so not like you."

Butch turned and smiled at her.

"Well, sometimes people change for other people."

Buttercup's eyes narrowed.

"You're up to something."

"Well, if that something is trying to ask you out, then I'm totally up to something."

"I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last creature on this planet."

Butch shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever."

"Wait… that's it? You're not gonna try harder to get me to go out with you?"

"It's clear that you're not interested, so why would I push you?"

"What do you mean?! You do that to every other girl!"

"Well maybe… you're not like other girls."

Buttercup didn't know how to respond to that comment, mostly because she never expected it to come from the very person she hated.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" he asked with a grin.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" she yelled. "DON'T YOU HAVE SOME GIRLS YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SCREWING?"

"I guess." Then he turned and faced Buttercup one last time. "So maybe I'll see you later?"

"AS IF! THE NEXT TIME YOU COME UP TO ME, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"

"I'll be looking forward to that."

He waved goodbye and disappeared into the cluster of party-goers. As he walked off, there was one thing that entered his mind.

I got that bitch right where I want her.

Buttercup sat down and buried her head in her hands. Her face was warm and her heart was racing.

Not again, she thought.

Blossom ran as fast as she could through the dark forest, her feet making a loud pounding sound every time she took a step. She looked behind her to find Brick slowly catching up. The red-eyed boy was right about one thing; he was fast, but not fast enough to outsmart her. She slowed down purposely so he could he catch up with her, then when he was at arm's length, she quickly changed directions, heading back the way they came.

The sudden change of direction was a surprise to Brick, and unable to stop, he was sent crashing into a tree. He picked himself up and gave her a sly expression. He never knew how agile and light on her feet she was.

"You're just a sneaky little one, aren't you?" He yelled out.

Blossom turned her head slightly and stuck her tongue out at him, then she continued to run.

"Sooner or later I will catch you."

"Please…" she said heavily in between breaths. "You couldn't catch a cold…"

"Oh, yeah? Well, I still have a ton of energy left, and I can tell you're about to run out."

Brick's observation was correct, and Blossom began to slow down. He used this opportunity to reach over and grab her hand.

"Gotcha!" he said proudly.

Blossom quickly turned around and tried to pull her hand free from Brick's grip, but she pulled a bit too hard and the force sent both of them tumbling to the ground.

Brick opened his eyes to find himself face first in Blossom's chest. They panted heavily with their hearts beating, almost in unison. Somehow he had fallen on top of her. He looked up and their eyes meet for a second, but to him it felt like an eternity.

"B-Blossom! I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to knock you down."

"It's okay, it was kinda my fault anyway."

"Oh, okay…"

Awkward silence…

"Can you get off of me now?" Blossom asked.

"Oh yeah, of course!"

He got up from on top from Blossom and helped her to her feet.

"I'm so sorry…" he whispered again.

Blossom brushed some dirt from her clothes, and then smiled up at Brick.

"It's okay really… well, I guess you won."

Brick nervously rubbed his neck. "Yeah, I guess I did…"

"Let's go back down to the lake. There's more light down there so you can sign my cast."

"Okay, sure…"

They make their way down the dirt path back toward the dock. It was close to eleven o'clock and the wind was picking up, making it rather chilly out.

Brick turned to Blossom.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"No, not really." She replied. Then, a gust of wind swept by, making her shiver a bit.

"Well, maybe a little."

"It's not much, but maybe this can help."

He took off Boomer's vest and gave it to her. Blossom took the vest from his hand and continued to put it on.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

A few moments later, the couple was sitting back at the dock, enjoying the scenery. Blossom then turned to Brick and held her hand out.

"Okay, I'm ready for you to sign it."

Brick went in his pocket and took out the sharpie.

"Get ready to get your mind blown by my awesome drawing."

"Yeah, we'll see." Blossom replied.

Brick started on the drawing, but then glanced back up at Blossom.

"Hey, no peeking. I don't want you stealing my secrets to my artistic talent." He said with a grin.

Blossom playfully rolled her eyes, and turned her head.

"Okay… almost there annnddd… done. You can look now."

Blossom looked down at her cast; the she gave Brick an expression that was a mix of confusion and light-heartedness.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

The drawing was nothing more than a simple rectangular box. You know, the one with six sides and eight corners. That's what he drew… a box.

Brick smiled and pointed a finger at her.

"I can totally see it in your face. You're completely jealous of my perfection."

"That's unfair. You cheated!"

"Hey, that's what they call me. Whatcha want me to do, change my name?"

Blossom crossed her arms and looked away.

"Yes, yes I would actually."

"Okay, what do you want me to change it to?"

"I don't know... something that's harder to draw than a rectangular prism, like Barium or Boron."

Brick laughed. "Who names their kids that?"

"Hey, that was the first thing I came up with!"

"You are such a nerd…"

"I'm not the one who's in marching band."

"Yeah… I guess you're right… we're both nerds…"

Blossom raised her hand up.

"Nerds with matching casts…" she looked up at Brick with sparkling eyes. "We're the same now…"

Brick reached over and touched his cast to hers, giving her the same dreamy expression.

"Yeah… we are."

Blossom slowly starting drifting toward him, her face getting ever so closer to his. Brick automatically started to heat up, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead and his hands shaking slightly.

Is she trying to kiss me?! Oh my god, what do I do?! I never kissed a girl before, well maybe Bubby, but that doesn't count, plus it was on the cheek. Blossom's an actually girl girl that I like and she wants me to kiss her on the lips. Oh god, what if I do it wrong? What if there's some proper kissing technique and I completely screw it up. She'll never want to talk to me again, then she'll tell her sisters, then her sisters will tell their friends, and then their friends will post it on Facebook, then the whole world would know, and no one would want to date me, and I'll be forever alone in Bubby's basement with a whole bunch of deranged cats!

Brick looked down to see Blossom right under him, with their noses almost touching. He was so busy rambling on in his mind, that he didn't notice her.

"Hey, Brick. I have a surprise for you."

Brick gulped nervously. "W-what is it?"

"This!"

Blossom dipped her hand in the lake and splashed Brick with some water.

Brick blinked his eyes in confusion. But then a wave of relief washed through him. He would rather get a little bit wet than to kiss a girl on the lips.

"Ha ha! I got you good!" Blossom laughed.

Brick dipped his hand in the water and smiled at her.

"Yeah, well not for long…"

He grabbed handful of water and splashed it in her face.

"Ahh! What are you doing? You're getting me all wet!" Blossom exclaimed.

"Well, you started it. What goes around comes around, Babe."

Blossom reached over and splashed him again, and the both of them continued to go at each other like a bunch of kindergarteners. They did this for a while and it seemed that nothing could end all the fun that they were having. But… that was until the loud alarming sound of a bullhorn traveled through the air and startled Brick.

Who the hell did that, he thought.

He looked toward the location where the sound originated from, and he could have sworn he saw the reflectiveness of a pair of yellow goggles hiding in the bushes.

He returned his attention back to Blossom, and immediately his face turned a ghastly white and his heart literally stopped. He couldn't believe what he had just done.

He had just accidently pushed his beloved crush head-first into the dark murky water of the lake…