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Chapter Twenty-Five: Unspoken Words

Princess had just finished putting the final touched to her makeup and then left her dressing room to join Brick, who was leaning against a wall and wearing a long cape a crisp white shirt and dark pants. He even left his hair thrown over one shoulder. The idea was that he was a vampire, but even he felt it was half assed.

Brick turned when he heard the door open and almost rolled his eyes when she came out of her room wearing the gaudiest golden dress and crown she could find. "And what are you supposed to be?" she asked him as she straightened out invisible wrinkles on her dress.

"A vampire. And you?" Brick asked as he pushed himself off the wall.

Princess twirled in a circle, causing her dress to show off her platform heels. "A princess, what else?"

"How original." Brick said sarcastically. "Are you ready now? The party has long since started.

Princess shook her finger at Brick. "My party and it only truly starts when I arrive. Now let's go."

Brick followed after Princess, wanting to keep the distance from her, but she insisted on taking his arm. "Unless you want to be burned alive, I suggest you let me go."

Princess simply chuckled as they approached the main hall. "Ah ah ah. You hurt me and send those pictures I have of your brothers and you with the girls to not just Mojo, but everyone in the city.

Brick's rage filled him and he turned on Princess so quickly, she backed into the wall startled. Brick didn't say anything but stared with his eyes burning intensely into her dull browns. Princess waited for Brick to say or do something but then he suddenly just pulled away.

Brick just remembered that Blossom said not to worry about it, and for some reason he trusted her. So, despite Princess having the ultimate trump card and was flashing it for all to see, Blossom had her trump card hidden and was waiting for the right moment. He had to trust that Blossom would take care of this.

"You scare me like that again, and I'll definitely send those pictures to Mojo." Princess threatened. "You don't scare me." The shrillness of her voice gave way to her lie.

Brick turned to look over his shoulder and smirked wickedly at Princess. "But I do know what does."

Princess's face paled, before she turned red. "You're only saying that to get out of this deal. But you're my boyfriend until I say you aren't."

Brick stared down at Princess, the smirk never leaving his face. "We'll see about that."

Princess pouted and then pulled a smile. "You're just bluffing. Now, keep smiling. We're about to make our grand entrance."

Brick held his hand out as a gesture for her to go first. Princess went forward, followed by Brick onto the stage. He attached a microphone piece to her ear and had the DJ turn the music down. "Welcome everyone to my Halloween party."

Everyone had begun to clamor to the stage and Princess reveled in the attention that she was being given. Suddenly she heard her name being called out and turned to wear she heard the voice amongst the many different voices. A familiar face seemed to be forcing his way forward along with the voice calling her name.

"Princess! Princess! How could you? I thought you loved me." Winston called out. He pushed his way to the front stage.

"Old boyfriend?" Brick asked.

Princess shot Brick a glare before turning to Winston. "Winston, we broke up a long time ago."

"Two months is not a long time ago." Winston turned his eyes onto Brick, who stood passively by. "You, you stole her away from me."

Brick raised a brow. "Hardly."

"You son of a bitch!" Winston yelled as he scrambled onto the stage and then threw himself at Brick.

Brick easily threw the boy to the ground which had the crowd gasping and laughing at Winston's expense. "Don't hurt me." He said.

"And why shouldn't I, considering you just tried to attack me?" Brick asked.

"Because Blossom asked me just to cause a distraction." Winston whispered just so only Brick could hear.

"What?" Brick looked down at Winston confused. "Distracted from what?"

"That." Winston gestured with his chin to the screens that went around the party that suddenly went black. Also, the music dramatically changed to another, which caused Brick and Princess to look up. "Blossom also said, 'I told you not to worry.'"

Brick glanced down at Winston and then looked out into the crowd. Only one person stood out. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses and had an uncharacteristically wicked smile on her face. She lowered for a second. Long enough for Brick to catch the pink of her eyes.

"What were you up to Cherry?" Brick whispered.

"What the hell is this?" Princess snapped. The screens had gone blank and the words "Have you met Princess Morbucks?" appeared. Everyone was staring intrigued at what was about to happen.

"Is this a prank?" Princess snarled turning toward the crowd. "Because this isn't in the least bit funny."

Suddenly everyone started laughing and Princess looked up at the screen and saw video playing of her pretending to be a Power puff girl when she was thirteen. She was wearing her yellow Power Puff girl dress and was wearing the black boots and gloves and the golden crown. Princess jaw dropped.

"Be prepared to bow to your Power Puff Princess." The video form of Princess yelled as she threw punches and kicked, throwing herself off balance and falling on her ass.

The Power Puff Wannabe!

"Where did you get that video?" Princess screamed.

The video moved onto another clip, this time with Princess kissing a number of boys in many different clips. Many thought nothing of it until the dates appeared underneath. Many of them within days of each other. Then Princess' voice came through.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone." She said as she kissed the boy in the video. "The other boys might get jealous."

"She told me that when we dated." One guy said.

"She said the same thing to me."

Suddenly, Buttercup's voice came over the speakers as she grabbed the microphone. "I'm guessing Princess Slut-bucks, told all of you poor saps the same thing, while she dated you all at the same time."

Murmurs started to go fill the air as some of the guys that Princess "dated" thought over what Buttercup said. While they were speaking amongst themselves, Princess turned to the DJ's stage and narrowed her eyes at seeing Buttercup standing there.

"Buttercup." Princess hissed. "If you're here, then the other two can't be far away either. Is this just Blossom's pathetic way of trying to get back at me for Winston?"

Blossom smirked to herself as she watched the rest of the video play, her favorite part about to start.

"You're going to love this." Leo told her when he first showed her the video earlier that day. And true to his word, she did.

"Shh! Would you mind shutting up?" Princess in the video snapped. "I don't need everyone to know that I had to go to the clinic."

Many boys, Brick included, felt the blood drain from their faces. Brick suddenly considered himself lucky that he'd only been kissed by Princess once. It surly was more than enough. He couldn't say the same for the other guys, he guessed most likely slept with her.

"What do you think it is?" her friend asked her.

Princess not wanting to have everyone know what she had, began screaming through her earpiece mic. "Turn it off! Stop it, right now! I'll tell my daddy!"

Buttercup them turned down Princess' mic so that she couldn't be heard, and turned up the volume of the video. Many people had missed what she had said, so she looked around until she saw Bubbles and made a motion with her hand to rewind the video.

"What do you think it is?" her friends asked her as the video repeated itself.

"Chlamydia." Princess thought she whispered.

Boomer's eyes widened and his jaw fell in amused shock. Butch had much less tact and outright laughed. "You sure dodged a bullet with that one Brick!" he'd yelled across the room. "Try explaining that to Mom and Dad."

Brick let out a near hysterical, relieved laugh, knowing he hadn't slept with her. He also felt pity for the boys who had. He looked out into the crowd and saw that Blossom was laughing as she stood next to some guy wearing a large hat with rabbit ears sticking out of the sides. He was also tapping away at his phone.

Before Brick could ponder what he was doing—or better yet—what he was doing with Blossom, Princess had stormed over to him with her phone in her hand. "You will not be getting away with this!" Princess had screamed in his face. "Just you wait! I'll send Mojo all the pictures and then get my daddy to destroy that volcano home of yours!"

Across the room, Leo chuckled to himself as he finished typing and then pressed the send button. "And down the rabbit hole she will go."

Princess was just about to send the pictures to Mojo when her phone buzzed violently and then the picture of the Mad Hare dancing across her screen. Suddenly the video of her saying she was tested for chlamydia was playing. Everyone was soon pulling out their phones and was watching the video play, looping those damning lines over and over. The sounds of people laughing and guys letting out groans of disgust filled her mansion. Soon enough people began to file out of Princess' party, leaving her to stand on the stage by herself, save for Brick and Winston.

Princess helplessly looked around as people left her party. Brick stood up, as did Winston, and began to leave the stage. Princess whirled around her face red with indignation and tears. "You bastards!"

Brick raised his hands in surrender. "I had nothing to do with this."

Winston quickly shook his head. "I was just doing a friend a favor."

Blossom sauntered up onto the stage in her Queen of Hearts costume and took off her sunglasses, showing her pink eyes. "Happy All Hollow's Eve, Princess."

Princess turned her eyes to Blossom and started to charge her. "You frozen, ice spitting bitch! How could you?" Princess' eyes widened and then she snorted indelicately. "You're so shallow. Did you do this because of Winston?"

"I got over Winston." Blossom stated. "By the way, thank you for the distraction. We'll no longer be anonymous."

Winston smiled and gave Blossom a brief hug before leaving with the rest of the guests. Brick stood between Blossom and Princess, waiting to see what would happen.

"Is this about Brick then?" Princess laughed despite her current situation. "I knew it. You do like him."

Blossom twirled her sunglasses between her fingers and shrugged. "Whether I liked him or not doesn't matter. This was about putting you in your place."

"My place?"

"Yes, that you'll never be nothing more than a spoiled, slutty, disease ridden whore and a brat. It's just now everyone knows." Blossom said without breaking eye contact. Blossom then walked past Brick to stand nose to nose with Blossom. "You even think about pulling a smidgen of your crap with anyone else I know, I'll make sure Daddy Morbucks knows more than just the fact that his daughter is whoring around."

Princess stared into Blossom's eyes and knew that she wasn't bluffing. Blossom saw the change in Princess' eyes and then turned to leave. Brick caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "You truly are amazing, Cherry."

Blossom turned her face away from Brick, so he wouldn't see the blush on her face and pulled her hand away. "Yeah." This was the first time in a long while that Brick had called Blossom "Cherry" and it made her feel giddy. She quickly left the mansion with Leo smirking at her.

"You like him." Leo whispered as he nudged her shoulder.

Blossom tried not to laugh, but she knew her face told all with pink going across her nose and cheeks.

Brick watched Blossom go and then turned toward Princess. Princess raised her chin and had her fists clenched. "What? You want to say something too?"

Brick shook his head. "Everything that needs to be said was said. Except this. I'm no longer your bitch." He raised his middle fingers as he was leaving the stage.

Princess stood in the middle of the stage of her now empty party and couldn't believe that she'd been bested by Blossom in the most non-Power Puff girl way.

Buttercup was standing outside talking with Bubbles about their sweet revenge against Princess, while Boomer and Butch stood off to the side. Boomer was wondering what else to do with their night, since it was still young. Butch just wanted to continue talking with Buttercup, but he didn't want his balls knocked halfway to his throat again.

When Bubbles started giggling uncontrollably, Boomer looked up to smile at her. He loved how she just shined with happiness. It made him happy to see her so happy. When he turned back around, Boomer noticed that Butch hadn't taken his eyes off of Buttercup.

"You could try not being an asshole." Boomer suggested.

"Shut up." Butch snapped.

Boomer shrugged, before seeing Leo walk up with Blossom. "Just go talk to her. Maybe start with an apology first."

Butch gave Boomer a burning glare. Still, he couldn't deny that he did need to apologize. He'd seriously fucked up by implying that she was a slut. But it still doesn't explain that he'd seen her kiss two different guys in one day willingly. It made his blood boil just thinking about it.

"Maybe if she'd explain why she kissed Mitch Mitchelson in the locker room!" Butch snapped a bit louder than he intended.

Buttercup turned her head at Butch's outburst. He was still angry with her despite having called her a slut. She was going to knock his head off his shoulders.

"Amazing show everyone. Amazing show." Leo said as he clapped his hands. He turned his eyes to Buttercup who was glaring at Butch. "And let me thank my beautiful girl, Buttercup for delivering such awesome payment."

Buttercup's skin paled as she turned her eyes to Leo. "Leo, if you ever want to utter my name again, I suggest you shut up right now."

"Payment? What payment?" Butch asked, his jealousy growing more as he spoke.

Leo turned a mischievous smile to Butch. "Payment for the serious hacking I did on Princess' phone that deleted her incriminating pictures that Monkey Daddy probably wouldn't want to see."

"Pictures?" Boomer looked confused, he turned to Bubbles who shrugged.

"What pictures?"

"Pictures that showed each of you boys getting chummy with the girls at Homecoming. That was a serious virus that I developed and I created it with a time crunch." Leo explained.

"What was the payment?" Butch hissed through clenched teeth.

"Leo!" Buttercup hissed herself.

Leo smiled and then turned to Boomer and Butch. "You guys really were created to be the perfect little boys."

Boomer's brow furrowed in confusion. "What?

"Those abs and muscles are really amazing." Leo smiled.

Butch turned blazing green eyes from Leo to Buttercup. "The locker room. That's what you were doing in there?"

"Leo!" Buttercup screamed.

Leo simply stepped behind Blossom. "Hey, now. Buttercup, it was a just a few pictures. What's the big deal?"

"Pictures." Then it clicked for Butch. Buttercup was just taking pictures of them to send to Leo and Mitch must've let her into the locker room. He was about to ask, when Boomer shuddered violently.

"I feel violated already." Boomer mumbled.

Butch turned around to see that Boomer had a green coloring to his face. The he remembered something Buttercup had said earlier. "Leo is gay." Butch felt he was going to be sick.

"Ugh." Butch groaned lowly.

Boomer turned to Butch and then looked at Buttercup. "Now you really do have to apologize to her."

Butch turned to look at Boomer, who gestured for Butch to go to Buttercup. Butch took a deep breath and walked over to Buttercup. Buttercup turned her burning eyes to Butch and stood straighter. "What?"

Butch thought about what he wanted to say verses what he should say. Then he remembered that this was Buttercup he was dealing with and knew that being physical with her was how he expressed himself best. So against his better judgement, he bent down wrapped his arm around her knees and stood up. He felt Buttercup pounding at his back and kicking, while she verbally protested.

"You Neanderthal! Put me down!" She'd yelled. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Butch for the most part ignored her while he took to the air and flew off to heaven knows where. Bubbles, Blossom, and Boomer stood in mild shock while Leo whistled drawing attention to himself. "That was interesting."

Blossom shook her head and turned back to where she saw Butch fly off with her sister. "I should probably go after them."

Before Blossom could begin to take off, she felt a hand around her waist pulling her back down. Looking up, she blushed pink as she saw that it was Brick holding her down. "Brick."

"Cherry." Brick smirked at her. "You and I need to talk about a few things."

Blossom blushed and then used her ice powers to try to keep the flushed look of her face. "About?"

"Just a few things. C'mon." Brick tugged at her waist, liking the blush going across her face. Maybe he should tease her a bit more.

Blossom noticed that his mood had taken a completely one eighty from how he was before. He was already much happier. "Buttercup and Butch—."

"They'll be fine. Hell, he might get laid. It'd do him some good." Brick chuckled.

"That's not funny." Blossom told him with as she pulled herself out of his grasp.

Brick chuckled. "I'll reign him in tomorrow."

Blossom gave Brick an eye roll and sighed. She then turned to Bubbles and saw that Boomer was all over her with his arms around her waist and his nose in her hair. "Bubbles, what are you doing the rest of the night?"

Bubbles looked up at Boomer and they both smiled giddily. "Trick or treating." They both smiled.

Brick shook his head and laughed. "Have fun."

"Uh…but…" Blossom said as she was pulled away by Brick. "Where are we going?"

"Nowhere special. Just away from this hell hole." Brick said.

Blossom sputtered for a moment before giving up and letting Brick drag her away.

Buttercup made another attempt to kick Butch in the balls, before he clasped his hand on the back of her thighs. Then for added measure he smacked her ass. Buttercup jolted and then increased her efforts to free herself.

"Butch, I swear if you don't set me down I'll—!" Buttercup suddenly got her wish and her bare back was braced against smooth cold stone. Before she could say anything, Butch had pressed his lips against Buttercup's. It was a soft kiss that held more than enough passion to set Buttercup's body ablaze with desire.

When Butch pulled back, he stared deeply into Buttercup's eyes. "Would it be enough for me to say…sorry?"

Buttercup pushed Butch away from her and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "One sorry and a lousy kiss are not enough, you ass!"

"You did kick me in the balls earlier." Butch told her.

Buttercup moved to do just that, when Butch caught her leg moved it outward and pressed himself against her. Buttercup blushed red and leaned her head back as far as it could go against the boulder Butch had her pressed against.

"I am sorry. I just don't like to share." Butch explained as he kissed Buttercup underneath her ear.

"Share?"

Butch slid his hand behind Buttercup's back and down into her costume. He chuckled with mirth at finding her without underwear on, like she said. Buttercup moaned softly in her throat at his touch. Butch took Buttercup's hand with his free hand and guided it to the front of his pants. That action seemed to bring Buttercup back to her senses.

"Wait!" she'd pushed Butch away, but handed taken her hands off him. In fact, she was holding the lower lapels of his jacket. "What are we doing?"

Butch leaned closer to Buttercup and pressed a kiss to her forehead, the tingles making her shiver pleasantly. "What do you think?"

Buttercup swallowed and tried to stifle the reactions that were just going through her body. "I'm not a toy Butch. I want you to stop. Now."

"Do you?" Butch asked as he pulled away.

Buttercup looked up into Butch's eyes and felt hers prick with frustrated tears. She looked down and then raised her fists and pounded heavily onto his chest. "You're such a jerk!" She pounded half-heartedly onto his chest. "It's not funny to play with me like this. Kissing me. Touching me. Those tingles are you keep talking about are not a drug that you can just hit when you feel like it."

Butch let Buttercup pound on his chest as he thought about what she was saying. She had a point. He couldn't just push himself onto her whenever he felt like it and then whenever they got mad, ignore each other.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Butch asked her as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Figure out what the fuck you want." Buttercup said as she lifted her head to stare into Butch's forest green eyes.

Butch chuckled as he pulled Buttercup flush against him and lifted her up so her eyes were level with his. "Well, I want you. Now. Here."

Buttercup felt her face burn red and took a deep breath. "Really?"

Butch moved his hands, so that he was holding Buttercup by her thighs and her calves were pressing against his buttocks. "Really." He then kissed her under her ear and pressed himself close to her.

Buttercup wrapped her arms around Butch's neck and gently bit his ear. Butch sighed happily and moved his hands to the front of his costume. Unbuttoning the shirt, he used his pelvis to hold Buttercup where she was. Buttercup helped Butch ease off his shirt and jacket, before reaching for the zipper that held the top of her costume in place. With it undone, she pulled the front of her costume down, rolling the long sleeves off her shoulders.

Butch looked before him and couldn't help but stare intensely. "Wow." He'd whispered.

Buttercup resisted the urge to bring her arms up to cover herself. She stared at Butch's chest and abdominals. Buttercup slowly reached her hand out and touched the smooth skin of his stomach.

Butch sighed and when he reached to do the same, a glint of something shiny caught his eye. Looking more intensely, he noticed that it was a belly button ring. "That's hot." He chuckled.

Buttercup blushed as Butch undid his button and zipper before dropping his pants. She used a bit of her flight powers to stay off the ground, when Butch himself away from her. He quickly pulled his legs out of his pants, and moved to pull the rest of Buttercup's costume down.

As he was on his knees pulling the rest of her costume down, Butch raised his head and caught sight of Buttercup's lower core. Though it was dark, he could still see, just as he knew she could, and brought his hand up to touch her between her legs.

"Butch." Buttercup breathless whispered.

Butch's thumb found her clit and stroked it firmly as he stood up. Buttercup's hands found purchase on Butch's shoulders. Her breathing had turned ragged. Butch leaned closer to her, pressing his naked body against Buttercup's. He moved his hand and pressed two of his fingers to her entrance where she was practically dripping wet.

Butch took a deep breath and slid his fingers inside Buttercup, wincing when her hand found its way to his hair and tugged. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes squeezed shut. Butch swallowed and felt himself harden to the point of pain. He needed to be inside of her soon, but he could feel she needed a bit of time to adjust.

Buttercup was out of her mind. She couldn't get over the feelings that were running through her. She needed something more. She wanted to be pushed over the edge. Butch's touch was stirring the fire, but she wanted it to rage more than that. "Butch, I…I…" she whimpered.

"I know." Butch said as he pulled his fingers from her. He grabbed her from the air and pressed his hips against hers. With a deep breath, he lined the head of his cock with her entrance. "You ready for this? Because there's no turning back now."

Buttercup nodded her head and prepared herself for Butch to enter her. "Yes."

Butch let out an incredulous chuckle and then eased himself into Buttercup. Her gasp turned into a soft shriek that went up three octaves as Butch fully entered her. Buttercup's nails ran down Butch's shoulder and arm. Butch's hands gripped Buttercup's lower back and he pulled her tight against him. His own breathing had turned ragged with his restraint, but then he rested his forehead against Buttercup's. Their sweat mixed between them and ran down Buttercup's nose. Slowly, so as not to hurt her, he pulled out slowly and then pushed back in. The both gasped and then sighed as she relaxed and Butch started up a slow rhythm with his hips.

Buttercup had her eyes closed for the longest time, before finally opened them. The first thing she saw were stars. She was staring up at the sky and saw a multitude of stars accompanied by the sounds of her gasps and Butch's heavy grunts. She felt a hand on her cheek and brought her eyes down to look into Butch's. His face was flushed, much like she felt hers to be and he brought her in for a deep kiss.

Butch tugged gently at Buttercup's lip and then smiled. "You're amazing. You feel amazing."

Buttercup couldn't speak, she was overwhelmed with feeling. Butch had gradually picked up his pace and started to really pound into Buttercup, who met him thrust for thrust. She never wanted this feeling to end. Suddenly, Butch changed his angle of penetration and that had Buttercup's body tightening in response.

"Ah," she'd gasped and threw her arms around Butch's neck holding him tighter to her. The tingling she felt was overwhelming.

Butch felt a different kind of tingle, one that collected in his balls. It was a familiar feeling, the same he always got when he was about to cum. Butch's eyes widened and before he could think about what he was doing, he pulled out of Buttercup and turned away from her. His hand found his cock and he was stroking it furiously. Buttercup stumbled as she caught herself on the ground. She felt empty, but not just because Butch pulled out of her.

When he finally came, he was breathing heavily and raised his hands to his head. "Oh shit, that was close." He turned to look at Buttercup, who was bewildered and confused by what just happened. "Sorry, I—."

"Shit!" Buttercup's whispered as she bent to pick up her costume. Putting it back on, she grimaced at how delicate her more delicate parts felt and how gross she felt between her legs. "I have to go. Now."

"Wait, Buttercup." Butch tried to reach for her, but she smacked his hand away.

"I need to go." She told him as she turned her back on him.

Butch stormed to stand in front of her and held her by her shoulders. "It wasn't anything you did." He spoke quickly, wanting to reassure her. "I…" Butch blew out a large puff of exasperated breath. "…just realized I wasn't wearing a condom. I pulled out, so I wouldn't cum in you."

Buttercup nodded her head in understanding, but still pulled herself away from Butch. "I still need to go."

"Buttercup!"

"Butch, I just want to be alone right now. I'll call or text you tomorrow, maybe the day after. I just..." Buttercup didn't say anything else, as she took to the air and left nothing but her bright green streak in the sky.

Butch was left standing naked and very much confused. He thought everything was going well, just then. He wondered what the hell just happened.

The professor shivered violently at that moment. A sudden chill had gone down his spine and he wasn't sure he wanted to know why. He had a patient to take care of, the last thing he needed was to worry about a problem that didn't exist.

"What is it?" Mojo asked as he looked over his shoulder.

The professor looked down at Mojo and shook his head. "Nothing. Just a feeling I got about one of my girls. I'm sure you get them about the boys."

Mojo's brow furrowed and he turned to look out the window to his room. "I've been getting many of those feelings ever since I sent them to school."

The professor turned a page in his book and adjusted his glasses. "Is that so? What do they tell you?"

Mojo tugged his comforter tight around him. "I'm going to be alone again."

The professor shook his head. "They're teenagers. Teenagers that were trapped in this tower of yours for an infinitely long time. They're just spreading their wings."

Mojo sighed and closed his eyes. "It's more than that. It's like I'm losing them."

"They're just growing up." The professor attempted to comfort.

Mojo's only response was his curling in on himself. The professor noticed this and set his book down. "You need to stop wallowing in this self-induced depression. I much preferred you when you were angry."

"Are you saying you did notice me when I was angry?" Mojo asked turning slightly.

The professor sighed, knowing where this conversation was heading. "I raised you, how could I not?"

That apparently seemed to be the wrong thing to say, because Mojo inhaled and sat up turning furious eyes onto the professor. "You raised me. Yes, you raised me, but you just as quickly threw me away."

"Mojo, calm down. This isn't good for your health." The professor told him.

"No. You will listen to me. You threw me away." Mojo began to rage. "You were the only family I had and you were abandoning me for a folly of an experiment. And I curse the day I ever pushed you spilling that Chemical X."

The professor moved from his chair beside Mojo's bed and sat beside him. "Mojo, I had my reasons for creating the girls, and it's not for what you think."

Mojo shook his head. "What other reason than to replace me?"

"The girls were not a replacement Mojo." The professor insisted.

Mojo turned his head away from the professor, lying back down on his side. "Why should I trust anything you say?"

"Because I have never lied to you, Jojo." The professor told him sincerely.

Mojo snorted and pulled the covers over his head. The professor moved back to his chair and picked up his book.

"You pretend to still be angry with me, yet you haven't told me to leave your side. Not once tonight. I miss our time together too." The professor chuckled to himself then. "From a clingy mischievous chimp to a grumpy short tempered chimp. Have you shown the boys any pictures of you when you were younger?"

"No. I did tell them about our…family history, so to speak." Mojo spoke.

The professor thought about that and then nodded his head. "I thought as much. Brick and Butch have already expressed their increased dislike for me."

That caught Mojo's attention. "When did you see Brick and Butch last?"

"I saw Butch on his way out. I saw Brick earlier this week." The professor answered.

"Where?" Mojo asked, one of those feelings coming over him.

"In town. That reminds me, how have they been doing in school? Report card must've come out recently."

Mojo smiled slightly just thinking about it. "Brick received all As. No surprise there. Boomer surprised me, he managed to only get one C. Butch managed to get straight Bs."

"They seem to be doing well." The professor mused.

"I would hope so. I home schooled them for years. They should be making more than decent grades." Mojo grumbled.

"They are good boys, Mojo. You raised them well." The professor complimented. His watched beeped and upon looking at it, noticed how late it had gotten. "It's late. You should try to sleep."

Mojo snuggled into his comforter and closed his eyes. He knew he needed to sleep, but a part of him didn't, because he knew that he father would leave the minute that he did. It took a while, but Mojo eventually fell asleep. The professor heard the evening of his breathing and gently ran his hand over Mojo's sleep cap covered brain. It was a gesture that he'd done for Mojo when he still went by Jojo.

Leaving Mojo's room, the professor packed the rest of his bags and prepared his pipe. The girls had believed he quit smoking, but every once in a while, he would take pure tobacco and fill his pipe for a brief smoke. As he struck the match to light his pipe, the front door opened and closed, showing Butch angrily stomping into the house.

At first the professor thought nothing of it, until he caught a brief whiff of what could only be called sex. It was a musky smell that was strangely mixed with rock and earth. Another chill went down his back and he got a sinking feeling in his stomach only a father of three girls would have.

"Ouch! Damn it." He muttered as the match caught his fingers. Trying again, he lit another match and started to make his way out of the house.

Blossom stared pensively at Brick wondering what was going through his head at that moment. They'd been in his car aimlessly driving around the city for a while. No one spoke and the radio wasn't playing, so the only sounds Blossom could hear were the engine revving as he accelerated and decelerated.

Before Blossom could muster up the nerve to ask, Brick pulled into a fast food drive thru and glanced at the menu. "Are you hungry?"

"A little." Blossom answered. "Brick, what's going through that head of yours?"

Brick didn't answer as he pulled up and placed his order. "Hey babe, can I get one double cheeseburger with bacon and fries, a regular cheeseburger with fries, and two strawberry milkshakes."

"Brick." Blossom called as he pulled up to the cashier's window. "What are you doing?"

"Buying you and myself some dinner. I didn't get a chance to eat before your amazingly beautifully done beheading, my Queen of Hearts." Brick said as he reached for his wallet.

"You know what I meant. Why am I here with you?" Blossom asked as he gave the cashier a twenty-dollar bill.

"Do you take tips babe?" Brick asked, purposefully ignoring Blossom.

"No." The girl said confused.

"Just don't tell your boss then." Brick winked at her and then pulled up to the delivery window.

"Brick!" Blossom rose her voice a little.

Brick turned to Blossom with a huge smile on his face. "I hear you, Cherry. Just let me bask in my freedom with a celebratory bacon cheeseburger and strawberry milkshake."

Blossom sighed and watched as Brick took their food from the fast food employee. He handed her the bags with their food and took their milkshakes. He immediately put a straw in his milkshake and took a long drink. "Already things are better. This is the best milkshake I've had in a little over a month."

Blossom rolled her eyes at Brick. "I really don't know what to say right now."

"Then don't. Just take my cheeseburger offering of thanks along with the milkshake, and let's just enjoy the moment."

Blossom sighed before put a straw into her milkshake and taking a sip. Brick watched with a smile as she took a sip of her milkshake. He then pulled off onto the street and drove them to the edge of town. Along the way, they saw plenty of people walking the city streets wearing costumes.

Brick pulled out onto a curb on one of the many hills outside of Townsville. He rolled down the windows and reclined his seat back. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out his burger and took a large bite. He sighed happily, feeling content. He turned to look at Blossom, who was still staring at him.

"Eat, before it gets cold." Brick told her. "One burger won't ruin that figure."

Blossom held back her retort and pulled out her burger. She took a bite and then leaned back in her seat.

"Thank you, Blossom." Brick said as he turned to look at her. "I really mean it."

Blossom hummed noncommittedly. Brick chuckled and liked how she was trying to play it cool, despite knowing she'd done him a huge solid. They continued to eat in silence just looking at the lights of the city. Blossom broke the relative silence by clearing her throat.

"I didn't necessarily do it for you." Blossom said without looking at Brick. "Princess has been giving my sisters and me hell for a while. It was just time to return the favor."

Brick thought that over, before agreeing. "Okay, I'll take that. So, what does that make us now?"

"What do you mean?"

Brick shrugged his shoulders. "Are we friends now?"

Blossom thought about that. "I wouldn't go so far as to say we're friends. But we're not enemies."

"I can deal with that." Brick mused aloud. Then a thought occurred to him. "This is going to break Dexter's little heart."

Blossom looked at Brick and then rolled her eyes. "Don't be mean."

"I'm not being mean. I'm just saying that little punk has got a major prepubescent hard on for you, and us playing nice is just going to crush his dreams."

"You say that as if you care." Blossom sarcastically chuckled without humor. "And he doesn't have a hard on for me. It's just a crush."

"That's basically the same thing." Brick chuckled. "He needs to be let down easy."

Blossom gave Brick a strange look. "You make it sound like we're together."

"Well, we are right now." Brick pointed out.

"You know what I meant. We're not a couple."

Brick stared at Blossom soberly as he thought that over. "You're right. We're not. Just two leaders of opposing forces playing nice."

Blossom sensed that Brick wasn't fully expressing what he was feeling at that moment, but she knew she couldn't call him on it. If she did, he'd just call her on her real reason for getting Princess out of the picture. They'd finished their burgers and were now sipping on their milkshakes and munching on their fries in silence. It was an awkward silence unlike the comfortable one from before.

"What's the story about Winston?" Brick asked.

Blossom studied Brick for a moment. "Why do you ask?"

Brick shrugged and then looked out. "I don't know. Princess mentioned something about it and I was just wondering what happened?"

Blossom looked out the front window and moved her bangs out of her face. "It was stupid. Happened sophomore year."

Blossom fell quiet and Brick looked at her as she stared out the window. He didn't say anything, just waited for her to continue speaking.

"Winston was my boyfriend. He was smart. Made me laugh. Only person to get his braces caught with mine when we kissed." Blossom spoke softly.

Brick couldn't help but chuckle. "You had braces? Wow, so you weren't always perfect?"

Blossom turned to look at Brick and saw nothing but amusement in his eyes. "Funny."

"Lighten up. It was a joke." Brick told her. When Blossom didn't laugh, Brick sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "If it makes you feel better, I had to wear glasses when I was about nine."

"It doesn't."

"Want to know why?" Brick started. "It was because my brothers and I were messing around in Mojo's lab. Butch threw something. Boomer caught it, but he bumped into one of the tables and a beaker fell. It had Antidote X in it and left me blind for about three days."

Blossom looked at Brick then and snorted delicately. "Did that really happen?"

Brick nodded his head. "Yeah. Mojo was so freaked out that he called the professor to make sure I would be all right. I eventually was, it just took a hell of a time for my eyes to clear up."

Blossom chuckled and shook her head. "Wow."

"So what else happened with Winston?"

Blossom sobered and then turned her eyes to look back out the front window. "Winston got caught up in the whirlwind that was Princess and we became…"

"Anonymous." Brick finished.

Blossom nodded her head. "Yeah. He didn't talk to me, respond to my calls or texts. He basically treated me as though I didn't exist."

Brick stared at Blossom and then leaned over the gear shift and reached his hand out. Blossom felt a tingle go over her face, and when she looked up, saw that Brick was much closer than he had been before.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she leaned back from him.

Brick paused in his movements and then pulled back from where he was. "Sorry, but you've had strawberry milkshake hanging at the corner of your mouth like leftover cum for the past five minutes."

Blossom blushed and quickly brought a hand up to wipe her mouth. Brick turned to look out the front window and then loudly cleared his throat. "We should probably head back to the city."

"Sure."

Brick started the ignition, and pulled off onto the road. Neither redheaded teen said anything. They just listened to the humming and revving of the engine, lost in their own thoughts.

Boomer laughed as he stood back from his handy work. Bubbles simply shook her head and folded her arms. "We're going to get in so much trouble."

"Yeah, but it'll be worth it." Boomer said as he took a picture with his phone. He smiled wickedly as he looked at the picture of the now teepeed mansion.

Boomer put his arm around Bubbles' shoulders and pulled her tight to him. "Can we go trick or treating now?"

"Sure." Boomer said as he kissed the top of her head.

Suddenly, the sound of the sound barrier breaking was heard and the ground rumbled behind them. Turning, Bubbles and Boomer saw Butch standing up from his landing. His vest and jacket were bunched under his arm and he stomped in a frustrated manner to his car.

"Yo, Butch." Boomer called out.

Butch glanced at his brother, but then hurried to his car. He was more than just a little frustrated at the moment. Buttercup ditched him. He honestly couldn't believe that she'd ditched him. He never expected that to happen. Granted, he knew he acted a bit impulsively and that in turn made him look like a gigantic ass. He'd been willing to talk with her about what they'd just done, but she just ran. Buttercup wasn't someone he expected to just run away.

"Where's Buttercup?" Bubbles asked.

Butch paused outside of his car and then angrily opened the door and got in. He slammed the door and then loudly revved his engine. He drove past Boomer and Bubbles, spraying debris in their direction. Boomer shielded Bubbles from most of it.

"You son of a bitch!" Boomer yelled out, furious with Butch for pulling the stunt he did.

"Boomer, I'm okay." Bubbles tugged on his sleeve. "I wonder what happened."

Boomer scowled at the disappearing image of his brother's car. "Whatever it is, it sure put him in a bad mood."