Sorry for not updating. I was on vacation and . . . yeah. BUT, I haven't forgot about all you wonderful readers! Here is the next chapter. Read Relax and Review!
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All three girls returned home with an hour and a half until their reservations, leaving them about an hour to get ready.

Bubbles wore the dress she had bought with blue wedges, a blue crystal butterfly necklace, silver bracelet with a plate where her name was engraved in script, the same ring she had on when she went to the mall and silver heart stud earrings. She went with no make up.

Buttercup wore the dress she bought with green pumps. She accessorized with a silver boxing glove necklace, the same kind of bracelet as Bubbles only with her name, a silver banded ring with a green gemstone heart in the middle and green stud earrings. Being the tomboy that she is, she went with no make up.

Blossom decided to wear the dress the "her sisters" had bought her. She knew Brick did. She wore it with, fancy red espadrilles, a bronze heart necklace with a question mark in the middle, pink rose petal bracelet, a gold ring with a gold heart engraved on it and pink brain earrings. She too, went with no make up.

The Professor wore the same tux as did the Ruffs, and a simple black tie, and he drove to the restaurant in his black Cadillac STS. This time at the restaurant, the girls sat at the table and the Professor waited for the boys to arrive. The girls sat in their predetermined seating arrangement and at seven o'clock on the dot, the boys arrived in the tuxes, shirts, ties and shoes they had bought that day. They even combed and slicked back their hair for this occasion.

The Professor sat next to Blossom and the Ruffs sat across from their counterparts. "So," the Professor said. "I've ordered the first three rounds of appetizers for us. We have to choose our salad, soup, entre and dessert."

As the waitress came by they all placed their orders. All was silent through the shrimp puffs, scallops wrapped in bacon and stuffed mushrooms. It was between the appetizers and the salads that the interrogation began.

"Boomer," the Professor said. Boomer instantly sat a little straighter in his seat and turned to face him. "What kinds of classes do you take?"

"Well," Boomer said, confidently, "As my elective I take Drawing III. The rest is AP US History II, Physics I, Algebra II and Italian IV. Because the eleventh grade English class is only half a year, I am talking English 11 for the first two marking periods and the last two I am taking Shakespeare English."

"Very good classes," the professor said turning to Butch. Bubbles smiled at Boomer's answers. The Professor didn't realize she had most of her classes with him. "Butch, I know you're the sports person. What other things are you interested in?"

Butch swallowed. Not much else he thought to himself. "Well, I'm taking an European History class this year. It's an extra class so I can get more credits. I really enjoy this class and every once in a while I go to the European History Museum in Citysville."

Buttercup stared at Butch, shocked at his answer, but proud that the Professor liked it. At that point, the salads came. Everyone was, once again, silent until their main entres. Before they came, it was Brick's turn. "Brick, what are your plans for the future?"

"I plan on going to college and becoming an accountant of some kind. After that I would like to open up my own firm."

Blossom stared at her angel hair pasta and refused to look at Brick. The Professor nodded. "Very impressive Brick." The conversation stopped until their food was taken away.

Between their entres and dessert the Professor decided to ask the most important questions. "Boomer, why do you love Bubbles?"

Bubbles squirmed in her seat. Boomer looked the Professor in his eyes. "Even though I was created to destroy her, I never really wanted to. Most of the guys in our school, even though she is in classes you need to take placement tests to get in, think she is stupid and an airhead. I know that she is more than that. She is talented, smart, caring and beautiful. I could never imagine ever being with someone else."

Bubbles smiled and Boomer shifted his eyes to look at her. His answer made her heart melt. "Very well," the Professor said. "And you Butch?"

Buttercup looked at him nervously. Butch cleared his throat. "Everyone sees her as the tough one and the sporty one. I believe that I can see past all that and can see her inner beauty. The caring, smart, somewhat sensitive, beautiful girl I know is inside."

Buttercup smiled at his answer. "Okay, Brick. Why do you love Blossom?"

Blossom wanted to hear his answer so she looked at him with cold eyes. "She's smart, caring, loving and beautiful. She is as close to perfect as anyone can be. I can't even compare to her. I know I won't be able to give her everything she wants, but I know that I can try," Blossom stared at him, kind of amazed. Brick shifted his eyes and stared lovingly into hers. "I may not be as perfect and pure as she thinks I am, but I love her anyway."

Blossom smiled she and Brick were staring lovingly at each other, but no one seemed to notice. Blossom took that as an apology. "Well then," the Professor said. "My decision is made." At that moment the desserts came out and everyone was too nervous to speak. After the check was paid the Professor made the announcement. "I have decided that, all three of you boys may continue to date my daughters."

The six teenagers sprang from their chairs and hugged their counterparts. They told the Professor they were going for a walk in the park and he gave them the curfew of eleven because they had school the next day.

Once at the park, they split up and Brick and Blossom held hands as they sat on a wooden bench. "So," Brick said, "I'm so sorry for not telling you."

Blossom smiled. "I never stopped loving you Brick."

Brick smiled, "Really? Because I never stopped loving you." He leaned in and gently kissed her. Both feeling as if things were finally right again.


YAY FOR THE REDS! And now, the dance?