Brick and l were in the parking lot of a hospital. He parked the car as I looked around to see paparazzi, news reporters, and common citizens alike. All coming to see on thing and one thing only. If my marriage was true and if this city cause really be free of most of the crime our families cause it. "You ready?" I turned to look at Brick, suddenly feeling a bit needy. I grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. "I'll take that as a yes..." He gave me his signature smirk.]

"What if something goes wrong?"

"You're a trained assassin and you're asking me what to do if something goes wrong?" I pulled away and sighed. He was right. Time to shine..


Brick and I were in he open patient ballroom. Brick was currently talking to some reporter, I looked at the sickly children around me. They seemed to be having fun, filled with the joy of being able to be released from their rooms. As I scanned the seas of children, I saw one little girl who was looking at me. She had the strangest amber eyes that seemed to hold her heart. I approached her and she became speechless. "Hi Sweetie, what's your name?"

"My name is Rebecca. You must be Blossom Jojo" She gave me a faint smile. Blossom Jojo. I was gonna have to get used to that. Or I could hyphenate my name... She stared at me, waiting for me to continue the conversation.

"Yes I am." That's when I remember she was alone. "Rebecca, why are you sitting here alone?" She looked away from me in a moment, letting me get a full view of her strawberry blonde hair in a pixie cut.

"I'm alone because...well other kids call me weirdo and other mean things" She looked like this pained her to say verbally. I kneeled down to her level and looked into her sad eyes.

"They call you those things because you are special. You aren't like them and they don't like it so they make fun of you to make themselves feel better. Listen to me Rebecca, don't let them bring you down. You must focus on yourself to get better and get back to your family."

"I don't have any family. My mom died giving birth to me. My dad is an alcoholic. My grandmother is in an elderly home and My brother. He tries" My heart fell. This little girl is a solider. I could tell she wanted to cry so I hugged her.

"Rebecca how old are you?"

"9"

"You are the strongest 9-year-old I know, please stay strong for me" She was stiff then the started to relax and hugged me back. I released her just as I heard Brick call me. I gave her my number. "If you ever need anything please don't hesitate to call" she took it and stared at it as I walked off


"There's the bride to be." The reporter was a middle-aged woman with experience in her eyes. She was here to get a story. I gave my best smile and grabbed Brick's hand. He pulled me close, resting a hand around my waist while his face held a smile similar to mine. "You two are adorable together. So please explain this love story to me."

"We can't tell you the whole story, we would be here for days but long story short. It was one of those scary arrangements where you don't knew what you're getting into. " Brick held his smile.

"Yeah but once we got together, it was a little bumpy but we got passed it and now we're almost inseparable "

"Just beautiful. Have any wedding arrangements been set?"

"No nothing yet we are still trying to conjure up the basics. You know woman, everything has to be a certain way" I playfully push Brick.

"You're the one that took the longest to get dresses this morning" I was about to have some fun with him, take some of the awkwardness away for the both of us.

"Let me say, both of you look fabulous"

"I don't know how to take that. Men shouldn't be fabulous.." We all laughed. "Honestly, thank you. You look fabulous today as well."

"So well-mannered. Well I know you two have much to do today, so I will let you on your way but promise me you will stop to the station for a longer interview?" We both nodded and walked away. Brick leaned down to me.

"That was perfect Pinky"

"I don't know, she seems a little sketchy to me."

"Good than it wasn't just me."


We went through lots more interview which all were kinda the same. Boring honestly, but I knew this was just the beginning. On our exit out, pictures were taken and people loved us. We were like the royal couple in Townsville and it was honestly annoying. We made our way to the parking mot when I heard a snicker from afar. "Brick stop." He was about to open the door but he looked back to me.

"Something wrong?" I looked frantically around trying to figure out what was off about this. That's when I saw it... odorless gas.

"BRICK, hold your breath and go back! NOW!" He moved fast but it wasn't fast enough. The car blew up and I watched and Brick went into flames with it.