The tv in the Utonium household was on but muted, pictures flickering across the screen, while she had on a pair of earbuds.

"Buttercup, why on earth are you watching tv if you're not even listening to it?" Blossom asked, snatching the remote from the it's place on the couch.

Buttercup could see that Blossom was talking, but hadn't heard her on account of the music blasting in her ears. She removed one of the buds, rolling her eyes. "What?"

Blossom scoffed, turned off the tv, and left the room.

"Hey! I was watching that!" Buttercup yelled after her, powering the tv back on.

Blossom shouted from the other room, "You were not! Your headphones are in. You can't even hear."

"I'm multitasking." She scoffed, further stretching out on the couch.

She woke up some time later, to the front door opening. The Professor walked in carrying a stack of confidential folders and headed straight down to his personal lab, to file them away. She yawned, walking into the kitchen. Bubble had begun to prepare dinner and based on the incredible aroma filling the house, she wondered how the hell she hadn't woken up from the smell.

"That smells amazing." Buttercup complimented, walking up to the stove to remove the lid from one of the pots .

Bubbles smacked her hand with a wooden spoon before she could, "Don't you dare let that steam out." She warned. "It'll be done in like 10 minutes."

Tonight's meal consisted of homemade Mac and cheese and a variety of sides, mac and cheese being Bubbles favorite dish.

Buttercup was on her third helping, half listening to Bubbles telling Blossom about cheer practice when the Professor cleared his throat. "Buttercup, I think it's time we had a talk about this.. guy you're seeing."

She dropped her fork and looked up, her face twisted in confusion and horror. "Wha- what about him?" She asked. This was not a conversation she wanted to have, especially with her two sister's present. Both of them were staring, expectantly at her, amused. Nosy bitches.

"Well you've been seeing him for a little while now." He started. "And I think it's only fair that I at least know who this young man is."

"Oh.." She looked down, eyeing her plate. She hadn't thought much about having to tell the Professor about Butch. She just knew she didn't want to. She had expected him to ask who he was when she had stayed home from school, 'love sick' as her sisters so annoyingly called it. When he didn't, she thought she was in the clear. "Well. He's just… a guy." She offered, glancing at him to see if that was enough. It wasn't.

He folded his arms. "Okay, well I got that much from what you told me previously, sweetheart." He raised an eyebrow, "Is it someone I know?"

She sighed, "Sort of." Bubbles giggled from across the table, and Blossom's lips were curled into a smile.

Everyone's eyes were burning holes into her, and she hated it.

The Professor could tell that she didn't want to say, although he couldn't understand why. He knew his daughter was a private person, but he was a reasonable guy, and couldn't see the harm in her telling him. "If you like him then I'm sure I will too." He encouraged.

"It's Butch." She finally blurted out, not looking at him, or her sisters. She felt her face get hot.

"Butch." He said, pondering for a moment, before it came to him. "Of the Rowdyruff boys?" He asked.

She nodded. The Professor knew that she was always out, hanging with the guys.. which wasn't exactly a lie. Butch was one of the guys, after all. He even knew that Butch had joined her friend group, having heard her complaining about it at the start. He didn't really mind the girls going out though, as long as they were home by curfew and kept up with their responsibilities. He didn't ask for details very often.

"Okay." He said, there didn't seem to be any anger or even judgement in his voice.

She looked up, a little confused by his seeming acceptance, to study his face. "You're not mad?"

He let out a slight chuckle, "Is there a reason for me to be?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well no, but.." she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Oh Professor! They're really cute together!" Bubbles chimed in, happily. Buttercup was thankful for the help. "He's a nice boy and I know he really likes her." She knew based on how he'd begged for her help after they had their falling out. Though she had been upset with him at the time, she actually really liked him because of their talk that day.

The Professor smiled now, looking from Bubbles to Buttercup again. "I'm sure he's a perfectly likeable fellow." She gave a little smile, relaxing a bit. "That's why I'd like to have him over for dinner next weekend." He said sternly, leaving no room for negotiation, and returning to his meal.

Buttercup immediately tensed back up, even more rigid than she had been previously. "But-" was all she could manage. He sent her a look that dared her to challenge him. That's the only dare that she had no problem refusing. Blossom and Bubbles looked back and forth at each other, obviously not having expected the Professor to invite Butch over to their home.

"Be sure to find out his favorite meal." The Professor said, with a satisfied smile.

"You actually watched a horror movie.. like, on purpose?" Kim asked, shocked. She had known Bubbles since they were kids, she knew all too well how much her friend hated scary movies.

"Yes." Bubbles shrugged, "You guys act like I hate horror, or something."

"You do!" Kim and Clara both yelled in unison.

Bubbles scoffed. "I do not! Her voice got quieter, "Besides.. It's Boomer's favorite genre."

She took out her sketchbook and flipped open to a blank page, having received a look from her teacher. Oops. Better get started on something.

"So you only went to be with him," Clara teased. "That's adorable."

"You liiiiiikee him." Kim added.

Bubbles smiled, rolling her eyes. "Well that goes without saying." She started sketching some faint lines onto her paper.

Kim eyed her blonde friend, a devious smile on her face. "Soo.. did you guys gets handsy in the theatre?" Clara's eyes went wide and she laughed quietly.

Bubble's face went bright red and her eyes darted to Brick, across the room, thankfully he wasn't looking at her. "You two are horrible!" She cried out, embarrassed. "He was a perfect gentleman. And I wouldn't do something like.. that in public."

"Aww come on! He took you to the back row.." Clara said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Bubbles let out a huff. "You know that his brother is right there… Can't we talk about this later?" She whispered, hissing.

Kim's smile widened. "Does that mean there actually is something to discuss? I knew it!"

"Ugh. No!" She exclaimed, burying her face into her hands.

Across the room Brick was focused on his own sketchpad, darkening some lines. He couldn't help but hear the girls' conversation, they certainly weren't low key, aside from Bubbles who was trying desperately to move on from the topic.

Hearing about Bubbles and his brother maybe getting 'handsy' is not what he wanted to listen to. Instead, he slid a small white case from his pocket and placed his earbuds in his ears. He'd much rather be listening to music anyway, it helped him concentrate.

Well usually it did.. today he couldn't get his mind off her. He had to keep forcing his attention back to his drawing, each time it lasted only a short while before his hand inevitably stopped moving and he sat there in a daze. Blossom had been over again.. This time, very hesitantly, he had texted her. He'd expected her to be busy or to decline but much to his surprise she'd agreed. Things had gone about the same as they had the time before, which he was more than happy with, before she left him to finish on his own.

He was snapped out of his beautiful memories this time by the bell.

Blossom's mouth fell open slightly, realizing it, she quickly corrected it. She pretended to be unfazed, but Brick had already noticed, smirking to himself.

Mr. Edwards had just announced that their Literature class would be trying out a new seating arrangement, starting tomorrow.

"You gonna miss me that much?" He teased, resting his elbow on the table and holding his head in his hand.

She scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. "As if."

After glancing around the room, Brick brought his fingertips to Blossom's chin, touching it delicately for a moment. "Doesn't seem that way.." He whispered.

She sat up straighter, letting her arms fall to her sides, "I'm upset about the possibility of who I might have to sit with." She said, matter of factly. "Not that I won't be sitting next to you."

"We'll see about that.." He smiled.

Buttercup shifted positions on the sofa, so that her head was resting in Butch's lap. He swallowed, his eyes glancing down to meet hers. Her sudden presence near his.. member… did not go unnoticed. "Buttercup.." He said, realizing that he was beginning to swell.

She could feel it, hardening beneath her cheek. He was only wearing a thin pair of basketball shorts, afterall. She smiled, a devious smile.

He grabbed a pillow from the side of him and tucked it under her head as a barrier. She watched his face, he looked a little nervous. That wasn't a look that he often wore. It was cute. She felt a pang in her chest, happy that she could make him feel that way. She tilted her head to face the tv, but she wasn't paying attention. She was in her head. All she'd done was lay in his lap from a moment and he got that excited? She smiled to herself. He didn't even try to take her into his bedroom.. that was only feet away. He didn't try to initiate anything, content to ignore his frustration and keep watching tv with her? Most guys wouldn't have reached for a pillow, they definitely would've tried something.

In the couple months that they'd been together, she had never touched him there, and he never tried to get her to. He knew that she was very inexperienced and he definitely wasn't. She could tell by the way he had touched her on Halloween that he had experience.. his touch left nothing to be desired… aside from wanting more of it. She smiled to herself, thinking back to that night. Suddenly she craved his touch, she wanted to feel his hands on her.

She pulled the pillow from beneath her and rested her head back on his lap, he seemed to both relax and tense up at the same time. He stayed silent, but she heard his heartbeat quicken.

She stood up, and he looked slightly confused. Then she held out her hand, pulling him up too and dragged him off to his bedroom.

His confusion turned into a hopeful smile, as she locked the door, her eyes glued to him. She made her way to him, kissing him over and over again.

"What's gotten into you?" He finally asked out of curiosity.

"You have." She answered seductively, kissing him again, biting his lip and sucking it gently. Whoa.. he liked that move. That was new.

He scooped her up in his arms and took her to the bed, smiling. He pulled her top off as soon as she hit the mattress and she did the same to him, pulling her into him. They made out for a couple minutes, before he moved to her neck and then down to her chest, she lifted herself up slightly so he could unclasp her bra. It had been far too long since he'd seen her beautiful bouncing breasts.. aside from the photos she'd sent him.. which he looked at often.

His hands travelled over her body like it was the most magnificent treasure he'd ever laid eyes on. It was. He kissed her from her boobs, down her stomach, causing it to flutter. Just before he reached the waistband of her pants, he stopped, titling his head to steal a glance at her. She was staring back at him, biting her bottom lip in the sexiest way possible.

He sat up, his eyes left hers, travelling down her perfect body. He wanted to see more of her. All of her. His hands went to her hips, tugging playfully at the band of her pants, before taking them off. She was smiling, nervously all the while. He stared at her again, lying there only in her panties now. He grabbed her waist and eagerly pulled her whole body across the bed, to him. She let out an excited gasp. He leaned down to kiss her again, and she parted her legs, allowing him to crawl onto her. His groin was rubbing slightly against hers, as their kissing intensified.

One of his hands was in her hair and the other gently holding her face. He moved his lips back to her neck, kissing and sucking. When she tilted her head slightly to give him room, he had a flashback to the first time they fooled around.. his hand at her throat. He felt a strong wave of arousal shoot through him. He removed his mouth, and replaced it with his hand. Her breath caught and her eyes fluttered open to meet his, giving him an alluring gaze. She wanted it. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted it, just as badly as he wanted to do it. He rubbed her neck, his fingers travelled across it lightly, teasing her. He smirked, wrapping his hand around her throat. As soon as he squeezed, he felt her body turn to jello, and she let out a low moan. He leaned back down, enticed by her slightly parted lips. He kissed her, loosening and tightening his grip whenever he saw fit. He listened as her breath slowed and her heart raced.

He changed positions, the hand that had been on her neck moved slowly down to her panties. She released an almost silent moan as his fingers traced along, outside her underwear. She was already ready for him, he could feel it though the lace. He moved both of his hands to her hips, lingering for a moment, to make sure there were no protests. Instead she smiled at him, tempting him to continue. He pulled her panties off, and tossed them aside. He had to force himself not to stare in awe, as the girl of his dreams lay fully naked in his bed.

His hand returned to her, slowly slipping inside. Her breath hitched and her legs opened a little more. His free hand moved to her neck, tightening around her. Her eyes went wide and then fluttered shut in ecstasy. She tried to keep her moans hushed, but the more intense his movements became the louder she got. When her breaths started getting deeper and slower, and she began gripping the sheets, he knew she was nearly there. Her hand went to the top of his, at her throat, caressing it. Then her hand moved up his forearm, urgently pulling him down to her lips, kissing him passionately through stifled moans.

He rolled over onto the bed beside her, finding her lips again. She intertwined her legs with his, moving her leg up and down affectionately. Her knee rubbed against his groin and his breath hitched for a second, she noticed. He was rock solid, through his shorts. She pulled away from his lips, biting her smile down, while she switched positions. She wanted him to feel good too, and she wanted to be the one to bring him there.

Her hand slowly travelled down his sculpted abs, which were glistening with sweat. He was unbelievably gorgeous, and sweet and attentive and sooo good with those fucking hands. He deserved this.

She looked into his lust filled eyes, and smiled lovingly at him as her hand slid easily under his waistband. She wasn't worried about making sure he was okay with it, because let's be honest.. He was, and she knew it. He looked kind of perplexed, until she firmly grasped onto him. His eyes went wide, heart pounding now. She moved her hand from the base, up.. and.. up.. and… Jesus Christ. Her eyes went wide now too, and she almost laughed out of pure astonishment. He relaxed considerably at her touch. She started off slow, getting a feel for it, finding her rhythm. When she quickened her pace, his breathing patterns changed. She listened, amused. Hungry for more.

"Fuck.." she heard him say, under his breath. Hot. So hot. It brought a slight blush to her cheeks, as she continued watching him with his eyes closed.

It didn't take long before he gently squeezed her wrist. "I'm gonna.." he trailed off. She smiled, knowingly.

She removed her hand from his pants and he pulled her in for a kiss before they both went into the bathroom. She washed her hands in the sink, as he stood behind her. She glanced up and met his gaze in the mirror. He was just staring at her, bewitched, smiling like a dope. She smiled when she saw his expression.

"Butch." She turned around to face him. "You're staring."

He didn't say anything, just pushed her against the counter and kissed her deeply, again.

"I'm gonna have to take a shower," he said, touching his chest, sticky with sweat. He looked down at his shorts.

She started for the shower. "I might as well join you. I'm already naked." She laughed.

His smile widened, as he followed her with his eyes. "Are you sure? Cause.. I'm gonna be naked too.."

She smiled, turning the shower on.

Brick and Boomer were on the couch watching tv, when Butch and Buttercup finally walked out of his bedroom, all smiles.

"I didn't know you were home." Butch said, nonchalantly, walking to the empty sofa.

They exchanged a glance. Brick rolled his eyes. When Boomer saw Buttercup's face he blushed, and looked away.

"Why the fuck is the tv so loud?!" Butch asked, yanking the remote off the table and holding down the volume button.

"We were trying to drown her out." Brick gestured to Buttercup. "No offense."

She felt her face get a little hot. Brick was just casually looking at the screen but Boomer was completely avoiding eye contact with her. He was practically facing the opposite direction, not even looking at the tv.

She sighed, laughing a little to herself. "Boomer, come on. Don't make this weird." She threw a pillow at him. He turned to her, forcing a half smile.

"It couldn't have been that loud." She shrugged.

Brick didn't turn away from the screen. "It was."

She scoffed.

Butch leaned into her, "It was." He whispered, kissing her cheek.

Boomer looked away again as a blush spread back over his face. Buttercup's own face was burning hot now. "Whatever, I'm getting a pop." She rolled her eyes, "Anybody want one?"

All of them did. As soon as she got into the kitchen Butch punched Brick on the arm. "Dude. Not cool." Brick just laughed.

Buttercup set the armful of drinks onto the coffee table, taking her own.

"We're about to order pizza." Brick said.

Butch leaned back in his seat, stretching. "Good I'm starving."

"Oh, I'm sure you are." Boomer laughed, finally breaking his silence.

"You staying BC?" Brick asked.

She smiled, "Free food? Yeah, I'm staying."

Brick rolled his eyes, also smiling. 'Free', he thought. Funny. But he didn't care actually, he liked Buttercup. Besides, they had enough money saved from doing jobs for HIM to last them a very long time.

Butch sat on the couch, completely zoned out, until the food arrived. He was just smiling dumbly to himself. He didn't like that his brother had heard his girlfriend's beautiful moaning. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel somewhat accomplished, and pleased with himself that his brothers knew he had pleased her. Afterall Buttercup was known by everyone in Townsville to be the toughest cookie around, but he could turn that hard cookie back into dough with the touch of his hand. "You guys are so nosy, by the way."

"We've been off that subject for like 30 minutes." Boomer said, baffled.

The elevator sounded and Brick walked over, to get the food. "And how is coming home and being bombarded by moans, our fault?" He raised his eyebrow. "What the fuck were we supposed to do, turn back around and leave?"

Butch scoffed. "Yeah, mind your own business."

Everyone started cracking up. Brick thanked the pizza guy and sat the stack of boxes on the coffee table.

"I can't wait till you have Blossom over next time." Butch declared.

Buttercup scoffed. "Gross."

"As if that would happen." Brick said, matter of factly, opening the box on the top of the stack and taking a slice.

Butch took one too, eating half of it in a single bite. "Bullshit. You are in serious denial." He rolled his eyes. "But you forget, we all know what happened during our party..." He took another bite. "And let's not forget about the glitter that was all over you on Halloween.. the same glitter that was all over Blossom's tits before you guys spent 35 extra minutes in the bedroom than you had too." He finished his first slice. "You're welcome.. again, by the way."

Buttercup smacked the back of his head. "That's my fucking sister."

Brick tried to cover his smile by shoving his pizza into his mouth. Nobody's falling for it.

"By the way, Butch.. What's your favorite food?" Buttercup asked, the question was so random that all of the guys looked at her, with confused faces.

Butch scrunched his nose at her, "Umm, idunno. Sloppy Joes I guess. Haven't had them in a long time but I used to love them." He replied. "Why?"

"You'll be having them this weekend." She smiled, stroking his face.

His eyes lit up, "Are you gonna cook for me?"

She laughed. "No… The Professor is. When you come over for dinner this weekend."

"The Professor is scary. No way. No way, not gonna happen." He declared. The guys laughed.

She took a pepperoni off her pizza and popped it into her mouth. "It is.. if you want any more days like today." She threatened, smiling at him.

Brick and Boomer watched the two, amusedly.

"That's.. extortion…" he said.

"No." She leaned in, so she was inches away from his ear. "It's just.. a suggestion." She said sweetly, kissing his cheek. "And I had fun today.." she whispered.

When Blossom walked into class the next day, the new seating arrangement had been made. The seating chart was being displayed by the projector, onto the screen at the front of the room. She was the first person in the class, so she walked to the front of the room and eyed the chart, nervously. Blossom Utonium and Kyle Maples. Kyle? She thought for a second. Was there even a Kyle in this class? She turned around when she heard footsteps behind her. It was Brick.

"Figures you'd be here first." He smiled, Rolling his eyes, walking up next to her.

She scoffed. "Figures.. you'd be here second."

Brick ignored her comment, found his name on the chart and sighed. "Really? He sat me next to fucking Boomer?" He rubbed his temple for a moment. Blossom sniggered. Then he looked back up to find her name. "Who the fuck is Kyle?" He asked, confused.

"I have no idea. Maybe it's a mistake?" She offered. The rest of the class began filing in at the sound of the bell, and Blossom took her new seat.

"Sweet!" Boomer said, sitting with Brick. "At least I'm by someone smart." Blossom turned around, shooting Brick an amusing look. He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat. He was two rows behind her. She was closer to the front of the room.

She was starting to think that nobody was going to show up, when someone finally took the chair next to her. "Score!" She recognized the voice before she even turned to face him. Oh god. Please no.

She sighed, pivoting in her chair, and forced a weak smile at the jerk who always hit on her.. in the most unappealing ways. Kyle, apparently. She wanted to plead to Brick for help, but she knew if she looked at him, his face would likely be an amused smirk. She faced forward.

For the rest of the class he talked her ear off about everything under the sun, while she tried to work on her assignment. She was struggling to concentrate.

"So, Blossom.. You're not seeing anybody right? Cause this is a great opportunity for us to get to know each other." He put his arm around the back of her seat and she looked at it in disgust. She didn't answer. "You know, we'll probably have tons of homework to do together from now on… You know what that means?"

"That you might actually get a decent grade?" Said muttered under her breath.

He leaned in a little closer, "Huh?"

She scooted to the other side of her seat slightly. "Nothing!" She laughed.

He smiled deviously at her, "It means you'll be spending a lot of time at my place. And my parents are never home." He winked.

The bell rang and she shot out of her seat, practically running for the door. "See you tomorrow, Bloss." He called after her.

Brick caught up to her in the hall, "You guys got friendly awfully fast.. 'Bloss" He said, he meant it to be sarcastic but there was a hidden tone.

A smile crept to her face. "Aww, Brick.. are you jealous?" She asked, mocking him.

He scoffed. "Yeah right. I don't care what you do."

"Is that so?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yep." He said simply. "Your choices have no effect on me. Whatsoever."

She glanced at him, as they approached his locker. They both stopped. "So.. if I were to say… stop coming over to your place.." She trailed off

"Are you threatening me, Blossom Utonium?"

She took a step closer to him. "It's not really a threat, if it would have no effect on you." She smiled. "Is that what you're saying?... Because I can easily stop coming over.."

"Yep."

"You're so stubborn." She brushed past him on her way off, "Well, it's been real then."

He followed her with his eyes. "Oh please. You're gonna be the one regretting this decision later." He said, sure of himself. "And when you inevitably do... shoot me a text.. I'm a very forgiving person."

She scoffed. Already a decent way away from him. "You're gonna eat those words."

"How long have you been a vegetarian?" Boomer asked, cutting the head of lettuce.

Bubbles smiled, "Five years. Since I was 12."

"That's really cool. I've never known one before you.. I always thought that vegetarians only ate vegetables.. but you still eat lots of great food." He smiled.

"Only vegetables? That sounds horrible!" Bubble giggled, pulling the tortillas from the oven and shutting it off. "Okay, everything's ready." She sang.

They made their plates and went to the living room, finding a movie. Brick walked in the front door, smelling the food, and looked around confused.

"Brick, we just made tacos. There's plenty, so help yourself." Bubbles cooed from the living room.

He was starving and not one to turn down free tacos, so he put his things down and made a plate, heading for his bedroom.

"Where you going, dude?" Boomer asked, watching his brother walk into his bedroom with his dinner.

He nodded towards him and Bubbles, "I don't wanna interrupt your date."

Bubbles laughed, "It's not a date, It's dinner.. in your own house. Join us!"

Brick hesitated at the doorway of his bedroom before he found a spot on the other couch. He was already on his second taco when he scrunched his nose in confusion. "What the hell, I thought you were a vegetarian?" He demanded, eyeing Bubbles.

"I am!" She smiled proudly, taking a bite.

He indicated towards the meat in his food.

Boomer smiled too, and exchanged a glance with Bubbles, "It's plant based. Not real."

Brick stared at his food for a minute, trying to figure out if he had been able to taste any difference, then he just took another bite. Then another.

"Can't even tell, right?" Boomer raised an eyebrow.

"I thought fake meat was supposed to be rubbery and… Gross." He stated, honestly.

Bubbles took a drink of her water, "It was, only a few years ago, even. But recently things have rapidly improved and now almost every meat has a really comparable substitute." She smiled happily. Having given up on fake meats altogether for a while, she was happy to finally have some good options.

Brick finished his second taco. "So if you like the taste of meat then why don't you eat it?" He asked curiously.

"Oh." She laughed, "I love the taste of meat actually… but I love animals more." She thought for a moment. "I don't know if you remember, but I have a connection with animals.. one of my powers. When that connection grew stronger I just couldn't do it anymore.."

"Ahh." He nodded his head understandingly, as he started his third.

Boomer downed the rest of his soda. "Man, we got really lucky when Butch decided to go to your place for dinner." He exclaimed, happily. "We haven't eaten a home cooked meal in ages."

Brick nodded in agreement. "Why aren't you home? Is it just the Professor, Buttercup and Butch?" Him and Boomer both laughed at the idea.

Bubbles thought about it and then laughed too. "No. Blossom is there. I just didn't- Sloppy joes… they're too much." She admitted, her face twisting in disgust.

"They are kind of sick.. even I think so. They're so messy." Boomer made a face thinking about it too. "And watching Butch eat anything is bad enough on its own." Brick laughed, almost choking on his food.

"I did put up a compelling argument for using fake meat in the sloppy joe mix.. but the Professor wouldn't bite." She said, rolling her eyes. "He won't budge when it comes to somebody's favorite meal. Especially if they're a guest."

Boomer sat his empty plate on the table and leaned back, holding his stomach. "Man, I'm stuffed."

"I'd love to be a fly on the wall over at your house right now." Brick smirked, "Butch meeting his girlfriend's dad.. That's good on its own. But him being the creator of Antidote X on top. That's gold."

They all started cracking up. "I bet he's shitting bricks!" Boomer cried. They both looked to Bubbles for her input.

"None of us have ever brought a guy to meet him before." She bit her lip. "It's kind of weird that Buttercup is the first." She took another bite. Both of the boys were finished, but she'd just started her second taco. "The Professor isn't that scary though! I mean yeah, he does have a significant stockpile of AX.. as well as a ton of other scary inventions, in his lab… but he's a sweetheart!"

Brick and Boomer's eyes went wide, a stockpile? Yeah.. the Professor was definitely not one to be messed with. Neither of them doubted for a second that he would actually use it either.

Back at the Powerpuff house, Blossom was clearing the plates from the table. She rinsed them off, and placed them in the dishwasher right away, eyeing the sloppy joe residue in disgust. She had, of course, opted out of eating that particular food. Deciding instead, to eat only the side dishes.

The rest of them had gone into the living room, to finish their chat in front of the tv. Not wanting to feel like a third, or in her case, fourth wheel… She volunteered to clean up and get the dessert ready.

"So, Butch. How's school going?" The Professor asked, eyes on the tv.

"It's going pretty good.. it's actually kind of fun. A nice change of pace anyway." He answered, casually.

He nodded, accepting the answer. "How are your grades?" Buttercup whipped her head towards him, shooting him a look. "It's just a question sweetie." He smiled, looking from her back to Butch, expectantly.

Butch twiddled his thumbs, "Uh, they're fine. Not bad.." He admitted, shrugging. "I mean, I'm no Brick.."

"His grades are about the same as mine, Professor." She urged him to change the subject.

He cleared his throat. "Buttercup started a fight with you at school, when you started… Got you right in the mouth, I heard.." Buttercup's eyes went wide in horror. "You don't have any resentment about that?" He raised his eyebrow accusingly.

Butch laughed lightly. "No sir." He eyed Buttercup, smiling, "She's got a hell of a right hook."

The Professor smiled.

Blossom came into the room, holding two plates of pie. She handed them to Buttercup and Butch and returned to the kitchen to grab plates for the Professor and herself. It was homemade apple pie, with a hefty scoop of whipped cream. She took her place on the sofa next to Buttercup. "Let me know how you like it, I tweaked the recipe and it needs to be perfect before Thanksgiving."

Buttercup and Butch had long since dug in and we're close to finishing. "It's amazing!" Buttercup said through a mouthful of dessert.

"The last one was good, but you've really outdone yourself this time, sweetheart." The Professor said, earnestly. Going back for another forkful.

Butch finished his slice. "This is the best pie I've ever had." He declared, happily. In fact, it might have been the best meal he'd ever had in general. Aside from the Professor being kind of horrifying.. dinner had actually been really pleasant.

The four of them watched the television in silence for a while. "Do you intend to marry my daughter?" The Professor asked, out of nowhere. The three of them looked at him in shock.

Buttercup choked on the last bite of her pie, bolting up. "Uh, Butch has to be heading home now. Right? It's getting late." She said, pulling him into the kitchen.

The Professor stood up too, following after them. "Okay." He checked his watch. "Well I suppose it getting pretty late."

Butch turned around to face him, sticking his hand out, "It was nice to meet you sir." He shook his hand. "Thank you for dinner, it was delicious."

The Professor seemed to like that, smiling before joining Blossom back in the living room.

"I'll walk you out." Buttercup offered. The two of them walked out the front door, closing it behind them, before they took to the sky. Once they were a safe distance from her house, Buttercup landed and Butch followed. She sat on the curb, burying her face in her hands. "That was so embarrassing." She said, feeling mortified.

He sat next to her, rubbing her back. "It wasn't that bad." He laughed. "I had fun."

"No you didn't." She scoffed.

"Well.. I don't regret coming." He told her, pulling her hands away from her face. "I got to spend some extra time with you." He bumped her shoulder.

She stole a glance at him. "What were those questions?..." She cried out in laughter.

He smiled, "A big bad villain comes to town and starts seeing his precious daughter… he's just being a dad. Actually it went a lot better than I thought."

Buttercup leaned on his shoulder and they sat, content for a few minutes, before he stood and pulled her up. "You better get back, I don't wanna get..in trouble..." he laughed, only half kidding. He pulled her in for a hug, happy to finally have his arms wrapped around her, after being unable for the last few hours. "I wanted to do this all night." He sighed into her neck.

Buttercup held onto him, breathing him in. She kissed him a couple times, before pulling away.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he sent a camera or something to watch us." He laughed. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. He kissed her forehead. "See you tomorrow. Goodnight cupcake."

It had been days since Blossom vowed not to go to Brick's house, until he admitted he apologized, or admitted he was wrong, or that her presence did have an effect on him.. she didn't know for sure, but something.. anything. She was confident that he would text her and ask her to come over eventually. She wouldn't lose. Strangely enough, they weren't on bad terms though. They were still talking, texting even, each of them trying to get the other person to crack.

Today she decided to step it up a little. She was one of the last students to enter the lit class, deciding to be 'fashionably late' well not late, of course, but close enough. She took the long route around class, making sure to walk by Brick, before taking her seat.

"Holy.. Blossom." Kyle's eyes went immediately to Blossom's chest.

She wore a tight, low cut button up top that was doing wonders for her ample breasts. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her neck featured a short gold necklace with a simple teardrop shaped diamond in the middle. It had been a gift from one of the jewellery shops, after the girls rescued all of the stolen merchandise during a robbery. Since the diamond was real, it demanded attention, glittering and shining each time it caught the slightest hint of light.

"You look.. just fucking hot today. My god." He fanned himself, sticking his tongue out. Each time his eyes left her chest, they inevitably ended up back there again. She shifted in her seat, so she was facing him, his eyes were staring down at them. She put her hand to his chin and tilted his face up to meet hers, they had a conversation about possibly meeting up for homework. Even though she had no real intention of following through, she played along trying to get Brick jealous. When his gaze started drifting down again, she pulled it back up. Of course she didn't want this guy to be looking at her in that way. But she needed to make a point, and apparently it was working. She could feel Brick's eyes on her all the while, she smiled to herself.

Kyle was called up to the teacher's desk. Just as Blossom was about to turn, facing forward, a crumpled up piece of paper lodged perfectly in between her breasts. She reached down, surprised, and grabbed it while turning instead to face Brick. He was smiling smugly at her, Boomer was looking back and forth between them, confused. She scoffed, facing the front of the class now and un-crumpled the paper:

That's never going to work. Nice try.

She folded the note and stuck it into her bag. Kyle returned to their table, once again completely ignoring the summary he was supposed to be writing and talking to her instead. "It's too bad I couldn't make it to Marissa's Halloween party." He leaned in closer to her ear. "I heard you were dynamite in that red dress."

"Oh?" She said, only half paying attention. Trying to finish her paper. She laughed. "It was a boring night, to be honest. It's probably better that you didn't make it. Nothing interesting happened in the slightest." She decided to throw a jab at Brick's ego.

"If I would have been there we could've had a lot of fun..." His voice was dripping with lust. "How's about you give me your number-"

She cut him off, "I don't give out my number, for.. personal reasons." She said in a fake sympathetic voice. "But why don't you give me yours?"

Brick smirked to himself. If she didn't give out her number then how had he gotten his hands on it? Oh, Blossom. Tsk tsk. If you want to make me jealous, you better try harder than that...

Kyle smiled, flirtatiously and wrote his phone number on a piece of paper, sliding it across the table to her.

For the rest of the day, everytime Brick saw her in the halls or at lunch, she was wearing her low cut top. But everytime he sat next to her in class, she had a big baggy hoodie pulled over her.

As she sat in their last class of the day, smiling satisfied with herself, she could tell that it was starting to get to him. She had gone out of her way to cover up in front of him, making it painfully obvious that he was the only one not allowed to look. Although he didn't say anything about it, she knew that he had noticed and was beginning to tense up. If you want to see anymore then give in and tell me you miss me, she thought.

"It's the weekend." Brick said, eyeing the clock.

Blossom looked at him, almost hopeful that he would cave. "So it is.."

"Have any big plans?" He asked.

She glanced down at her planner, nothing written down for those days yet, he noticed. "I had an idea of how I wanted to spend my weekend… But it seems like that's not going to happen after all." She said closing her book and slipping it into her bag.

"You could just admit that you actually want to come over… and voila.." he suggested, with a smirk.

"It sounds like you're the one.. who wants me to come over." She challenged.

He scoffed. "That's not what I'm saying."

She picked up her bag, as the bell rang and headed for the door. "There's a lot you're not saying."

Boomer was lounging in his bed while Bubbles walked around, looking at his things. He watched her curiously, smiling.

"I don't really have anything interesting to look at." He said, shifting positions. "Sorry my room is kinda boring."

She glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure you have tons of interesting things in here."

"I don't." He insisted, laughing.

"Is that so?" She giggled. "How about I prove you wrong."

He scrunched his nose, still smiling. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, just.." she walked towards his dresser. "I bet I could find some pretty interesting things, that's all.." her hands were behind her back, innocently.

"You wanna go through my things?" He asked, "Go right ahead. You won't find anything. I'm clean as a whistle."

She laughed, as she approached his dresser. "Fine, then let's start with the obvious places." She said, pulling the top drawer open. Underwear and socks as expected.

"That's my umm.." he started, blushing. "Underwear drawer."

She giggled, rummaging through the bottom to make sure nothing was hidden.

"What exactly counts as 'interesting things?" He asked.

"Oh, Boomer! Don't tell me you're getting nervous already?" She smiled deviously at him, "I'm just getting started."

The dresser being clean came as no surprise, it was too obvious. But still, he was a boy and they were often predictable. So she checked the next most obvious place. She turned to him, "Boomer." She grabbed his arm playfully pulling him up. She didn't say anything else, just lifted the mattress up, leaning it against the wall.

"What-" he cut himself off, watching as she searched. She heard his heartbeat getting louder and knew she was close to something. It was kind of cheating, but she couldn't help it if she had super hearing. The mattress though? Shouldn't a teenage boy with two brothers be a little more.. creative with his hiding places?

She bit back her smile. Nothing underneath. She flipped the mattress back down and heard him very softly, sighing in relief. He hoped that she was moving on, but she didn't. Instead she pulled the sheet from the corner of the mattress and lifted it away. She immediately noticed a tiny slit in the mattress.

"No way…You did not!" She stuck her hand in and right at the opening she felt something. He seriously cut a hole in his bed?!

He went to her side but didn't know what to do. "Bubbles..."

She pulled out a stack of three magazines. Right on the cover of the top one, there was a fully nude woman staring back at her, pushing her breasts together.

Boomer got really tense and looked at the floor. "Uh.. I just-" he trailed off, not knowing where to go with that sentence.

Still holding onto the magazines, she pulled his sheet back down, covering his hiding spot. Then she sat them on the bed and took a step towards him, pulling him down to sit on the bed with her. He swallowed, not meeting her eyes.

"Hey." She laughed, touching his leg, "It's just porn."

He glanced at her now, she didn't look upset or like she was judging him, she was just smiling like always.

"I didn't know anyone looked at magazines anymore, what with everything on the internet. It's kind of cute.." She trailed off. "But it's nothing to be embarrassed about… I watch porn."

His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped a little. "Is it that surprising?" She giggled.

"Yeah.. I mean, kind of." He admitted, rubbing the back of his head, timidly.

Bubbles reached for the magazine on the top of the pile, and Boomer tensed up again. "Relax." She said in a soothing tone.

"Bubbles, wait! Don't!" He reached for the magazine but it was too late, she already opened it. He jumped up and backed away from the bed. "Shit. I'm sorry..."

She stared down, tucked in the front page of the magazine, there was a photo of her. She laughed, but then she looked up at him. He was freaking out and she felt bad that she caused him so much stress. She felt a pang in her chest. She closed the magazine, leaving her photo inside and stuffed them back into the mattress. "Umm, I'm sorry I went through your things Boomer.. Maybe I was… a little pushy." She bit her lip. He stayed silent, looking at the floor. She swallowed now. Her voice cracked as she spoke, "Do you- Do you want me to leave?" She looked at the floor now too.

"No!" He practically yelled. "I don't want you to…" He looked at her now. "I'm sorry I have a photo of you.."

"Why are you sorry about a fully clothed photo of me that I let you take?" She laughed, awkwardly. It had been the photo of her in her cheerleading uniform.

He walked over and sat on his bed, "But I printed it out and..."

"Would you be upset if I printed out a photo of you and hung it on my wall?" She asked, folding her arms.

"No. But it's not the same thing." He explained. "I didn't hang it on the wall.. It's, in my..." He couldn't finish that sentence.

She sat back down on the bed, facing him. "Why's it in there?" She asked simply, no hostility in her voice whatsoever.

He kept looking down. "I think you already know." He whispered.

She couldn't stand his sad, mortified expression anymore. She lifted his face and kissed him, and kept kissing him until he was fully kissing her back.

"I don't understand.." he whispered, finally pulling away from her.

She pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him. "I like you Boomer!" She blurted out, her face turning pink. She leaned over kissing him again, as their kisses began to deepen, their tongues intertwined. His hands were gently at her waist. She sat up, glancing down at him, beneath her and bit her lip. "You have multiple magazines full of beautiful naked women doing all kinds of things.. not to mention the entire internet…All of whom are much more attractive than me, with way better bodies.."

"That's not true." His voice was stern now, not budging on this one. "That's not even close to true."

She rolled her eyes, smiling. "If you choose to.. touch yourself…" She whispered. "To a picture of me with my clothes on, instead of the millions of other options out there… I think that's really adorable." She said. "Like.. adorably hot." She added.

His expression was one that she'd never seen him wear before, like, happy and confused, unsure of what was even going on and slightly embarrassed still. Literally the definition of cute. She couldn't stand it. She reached for his hands, which were still resting on her waist and pulled them up her stomach. His expression turned to one of mild shock, but he didn't stop her or even say anything. He just let her guide his hands up her shirt, until they were resting on her bare breasts. He swallowed hard. He had never felt any part of a girl before… not like this. He had never even felt or seen her boobs before with a bra on.. he realized suddenly that he skipped a few steps. Had she wanted him to try something before? Did she think he wasn't manly enough, because he hadn't? No. He couldn't let her think that.

He gently caressed her boobs. They were squishy and magnificent. Much better than he'd ever imagined. "Bubbles?" He said.

"Yeah Boom?" She asked, watching his eyes light up.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, as confidently as he could manage.. given the circumstances. If she says yes, show her that you want her. Don't be a little bitch. If she says no.. crawl under a rock and die. No exceptions.

"Boomer…" she said. Uh oh, not a good sign, fuck. "Did you just.. cross your fingers, while holding my boobs?" The biggest smile that he'd ever seen, spread across her face. He bit his lip. "Yes! Of course I will!" She pressed her lips into his and he could feel her smile still.

Boomer pulled away slightly. "Really?" He asked in disbelief. She just laughed, incredulously. Follow through Boomer. God knows why she actually said yes.. she's sitting on your lap letting you touch her boobs. She's obviously not shy..

He smiled, moving his hands from her chest. He pulled her shirt off and tossed it onto the bed beside them, and then undid the hook of her bra. She smiled at him the whole time, her breath caught. He slowly slid her silky blue bra off and there were her girls. "Wow." He was awestruck. "They're bigger than I imagined." Shit, didn't mean to say that.

She giggled, bouncing around on his lap a little.

Whoa. Bouncy. Add bouncy to the list of reasons to love them. And she was moving around on him.. He did not deserve this. He skipped a ton of steps. How had he gotten this lucky today? His girlfriend.. was topless, bouncing around on his lap. Holy shit. Was he dreaming?

"Oh.." she teased, "Have you been imagining them?"

"No!" He blurted. She raised her eyebrow. "Well… that's a lie actually. I have… often." He wet his lips.

She smiled, leaning down and pressing them into his chest, kissing him. "Good."

He rolled her over so that their positions switched, him being on top now. She gasped, her heart pounding now, in excitement. "Boomer!" She said, in a 'what's gotten into you' kinda way. The look on her face said that he could keep going. He moved his hands back to her boobs, her nipples were already hard and poking out, begging to be touched. He rubbed then gently between his thumb and index finger, a lewd expression was on her face. It was the most enticing look he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. He kept his hand on one of her breasts and the other found the side of her face as he kissed her desperately.

A knock on the door jolted both of them out of their bliss. Boomer jumped off of her and ran for the door but it was too late. Butch yanked it open, just as bubbles sat up and pulled the sheet over her chest.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" Boomer yelled, whipping his head in Bubbles direction. He sighed in relief, at least she wasn't exposed.

"Shit, bro. Sorry!" Butch exclaimed. His eyes left Bubbles and he gave his brother a proud smile. "Uh. Sorry Bubbles, didn't know you were over." He shut the door, backing out.

Bubbles lifted the sheet over her head and fell back on the bed, dying of embarrassment.

Butch closed the bedroom door and turned around, getting a curious look from Brick, "What was that about?"

Before he could answer, Bubbles darted past them without a word, leaving.

"Oh..." Brick said.

Boomer came out too, staring at Butch, with his arms folded over. "You prick. Can't you learn to knock?"

"I didn't see anything, calm down." He replied, stretching his feet onto the table and leaning back.

Boomer let out a loud huff. "If she breaks up with me because of this.. I fucking swear-"

"You and Blondie are together now? Nice score." Butch nodded his head in approval. "And from the way it looked, things were moving along nicely." He laughed.

Boomer scoffed, sitting on the other sofa, he practically shoved Brick out of his seat and sat there himself. Trying to get as far away from Butch as possible. "It was. Until you came in and ruined it. You ass hat!"

Butch laughed. "I said I was sorry dude. You barged into my room when Buttercup was over before.."

"At least she had her fucking clothes on!" He spat back.

Brick raised his eyebrows, perplexed. But just listened.

"She could have easily been naked! And you would've been dead… brother or not." Butch shot back.

Boomer sank down in his spot a little, pouting. "Well I'm still pissed. You came in at the worst possible time."

"She'll be back dude. Trust me."

"Neither one of you better ever even think about barging into my room." Brick finally said, warning them.

Butch and Boomer both glanced his way. "Are you finally admitting that there's something going on between you and Blossom.. that could potentially be interrupted?" Butch asked, teasingly.

"No." He replied, simply. "But stay the fuck out of my room."

"Speaking of Blossom, I tasted her sweet sweet pie the other night and it was fucking mouth watering." He said with a purposeful undertone. He watched Brick's jaw tense at the insinuation. Butch smiled smugly, pleased with himself.

Boomer laughed, "Blossom bakes?"

"She sure fucking does. So does Bubbles from what I hear." He replied. "I'm sure if you asked nicely, she'd let you have a taste, Brick. Or maybe.. you've already tasted?"

Brick crossed his arms over his chest, and rolled his eyes.

"Okay seriously, what the fuck is up with you two?" Boomer demanded. "You guys are so fucking weird in lit. Ever since we switched seats."

"Whoa, what's ging on in lit? What am I missing?" Butch sat up, interested.

Brick hissed, "Nothing."

"Yeah right nothing." Boomer accused, "She's been coming in wearing these… boobies shirts!... Fake flirting with this douchebag that sits next to her. All while Brick stares holes into the backs of their heads."

Brick scoffed so loud, Boomer and Butch both jumped. Butch scrunched his nose in confusion.

"They shoot each other irritated looks all class, but pass each other notes constantly. And do these little meetups around the room and then almost always leave class together, arguing… or flirting? I'm honestly not sure." Boomer finally took a breath. "I'm telling you, something's definitely going on." He said to Butch.

"Why the fuck are you talking about me like I'm not right here?" Brick asked, raising an eyebrow.

Butch laughed. "Why the fuck are you trying to hide it when we literally all know you two have fooled around.. multiple times.

A smile crept over Brick's face, that he couldn't control. "You guys are dicks. And Boomer, why the hell are you so nosy? You fucking spy."

"Dude, I sit right next to you. How could I possibly not see what's going on?" He laughed. "You guys are fucking weird." He shook his head, incredulously.

Sitting in their soundproof room during their studio time, Buttercup and Butch actually planned to work on their music piece. Mr. Martin said each student could do an individual piece or work with a partner, either way they would be graded individually. Naturally they decided to do theirs together, so they could hang out, mostly.

"So do you wanna write something or play a cover?" Butch asked. "I've never written anything so.."

"I have." Buttercup admitted, picking up her guitar. "But I'm not great."

Butch went silent, watching her, enamored by her.

She began playing a song, humming to the music. After about a minute she stopped, and set her guitar down beside her.

"You're amazing Buttercup." He smiled, lovingly at her.

She rolled her eyes, bumping his foot with hers. "Let me see what you got, stud."

He smirked, "I wish I had my own drum kit." He took a seat on the stool of the school's drums, at least he brought his own sticks. The ones they had were way too cheap. He banged on the cymbals a few times and then hit each piece of the kit in rapid succession a few times, while hitting the foot pedal. He played a random solo, a different one then he'd played for her the last time. She smiled at him, enraptured by his skill.

"I still can't believe you waited so long to tell me about this." She shook her head. "Could've got me in bed a lot sooner..." She winked.

"Oh yeah?" He raised his eyebrow, suggestively, walking towards her. "You wanna be my groupie?" He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in close. He ran his fingers through her short hair, before kissing her.

She smiled flirtatiously, "I'd be your groupie."

"Oh would you now?" He wet his lips, eyeing her up and down. "Idunno… I'm not convinced you could hang."

She was just thinking about how much that had sounded like a challenge, when there was a knock at the door. They glanced at each other and then sped to their instruments, as Mr. Martin walked in. "Just checking in." He smiled, "How's your piece coming along."

"Oh it's… getting there." She gave a half smile.

"Alright then. You won't be back in the studio for a few days so make sure you're working in here." He said, leaving the room.

Buttercup and Butch sighed in relief as he left and they both started laughing.

With only a couple days left until Thanksgiving break, Blossom was starting to feel hopeless about Brick caving.. and since she definitely wasn't going to either, that meant no more fun for the two of them. She sighed, doodling on the back of her Chemistry assignment.

Brick heard her and looked up. She was turned slightly away from him in her seat. Her hair was falling in loose waves down her back, it swayed and shined at the tiniest movements. His hand betrayed him, reaching out on it's own to touch.. When he realized what he had done, it was too late.

She turned to face him, a confused look on her face. "What was that?" She pulled her hair around her shoulder and ran her own fingers through it. The side of her neck where he'd left her so many hickies previously, was exposed, and completely empty. He hated it. It's like.. he'd never been there at all. There was no longer any proof that he ever had been. "Brick. Are you feeling okay?" She raised an eyebrow, concerned. He had been spacing out for a few minutes now.

He scoffed. "I'm fine."

She didn't ask about him touching her hair, he didn't seem like he was in a very good mood today. They sat silently for the rest of class, while the other students finished working. When the bell rang, excusing them, they both stood up and headed out together like they normally did.

"Brick?" She said, walking alongside him.

He raised an eyebrow in her direction. "Blossom?" He said back, matching her tone. "Are you ready to call this whole thing off?"

She scoffed. "That depends.. Do you have something to say to me?" She crossed her arms.

"The only thing I have to say to you is that I'm never gonna cave. Not here and not over text." He said, finally.

"Fine.. If you're so sure, then why don't you delete my number, you obviously don't need it." She spat.

"Fine." He pulled out his phone and went to her contact, he hesitated only for a moment before he hit delete. The regret had hit him before he'd even done it, but he still did it because he was stubborn and had already made up his mind.

She bit the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to show no sign of caring. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Great." She said taking out her own cell. She deleted his number too. "I won't be needing yours either."

He swallowed, watching her walk away from him. What had originally felt like extended foreplay, was starting to feel like a nightmare.

END CH 8 (: