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(Bubbles' POV)

His dark blue eyes widened. "Pardon?" He asked in disbelief, choking on his soft drink.

Oh my God. So that's why Boomer looked familiar to me when I met him for the first time. He was Brick's brother… and I just told him that Brick is the father of Blossom's child. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! Bubbles, why did you have to go off and blab that to him? Now he's probably going to tell his brother! You loud mouth! You are so stupid!

"I have to get out of here," I cried, rising up from my seat on the bleachers.

Boomer looked towards me. "Bubbles? Wait, Bubbles, where are you going?"

"Out of here!" I ran up the bleacher steps and out of the stadium, Boomer close behind me.

"Finally, those two lovebirds was gettin' in da way of ma football!" The big-bellied man in overalls said to himself, his country accent thick.

...

I stood by myself, my arms crossed, tears running down my cheeks. Blossom is going to kill me. Why did I have to tell? And why did I have to tell Brick's brother? I didn't mean to, honest! It just slipped out!

"Bubbles!" Boomer yelled breathlessly as he caught up with me. He put his hands on my shoulders, trying to comfort me, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" I sniffled. I looked up at him as I bit my lip, "I told you something that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. Damn it, I'm so stupid. Now you're probably going to go and tell Brick what I said." I shook my head, "God, I am so stup-"

I was silenced by a quick, sweet, gentle kiss on my lips from Boomer. He pulled away slowly and took a deep breath. He looked at me.

"You're not stupid," He sighs, wiping my tears away with his two thumbs, "I know you aren't."

I stuttered, "I… I… I-"

He smiled at me. "Look, if it means that much to you and your sister, then I promise I won't tell Brick anything," He shrugged, "He hates kids anyway."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God. I knew I could trust him. I just knew it!

"Your secret is safe with me, Bubbles," Boomer said, his voice genuine. He extended his hand toward me, and I took it without any second thought.

"Thanks, Boomer," I said softly. "Really."

"You're welcome," He replied. He smiled, "Now, how about we go back to the game? I hope we didn't miss much."

...

The game had eventually ended, the Tigers defeating the Lions by eighteen points. Brick, as usual, scored the majority of the touchdowns for the team.

"So, what did you think?" Boomer asked as we exited the stadium. "Did you change your mind about football after everything?"

I shrugged. "It was okay, I guess… it's still pretty rough, though. Did you see how they tackled number twenty-five on the field? It was horrible!"

He laughed. "Elmer Sglue? He'll be fine. I'm sure he's used to it by now."

We reached his car not too long afterward. After a chatty twenty minute drive, we finally arrived at my house.

"So, here's our stop," Boomer said sadly.

"I guess so," I whispered. I looked at him. "Promise to keep what I said to yourself?" I smiled softly as I held out my right pinky.

He smiled back as he linked his pinky with mine. "Promise."

"I'll call you later, Boomer," I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door to get out. I walked up the steps to my house and opened the door to go inside, but not before turning around and waving at him. He saw this, and waved back, before driving off.

I walked inside and gently closed the door behind me.

Today was a pretty great day.

(Brick's POV)

After the game, which we won of course (With my help, because I am just that freakin' awesome), I made my way into the locker room where my fellow teammates were changing and hitting the showers.

"Great job tonight, bro," My teammate, Mike Believe said as he patted me on the back. "We're going to wipe the floor with the Steelers next week!"

"You can say that again," I said as I took off my shirt, revealing my six pack. I was headed toward the showers until I heard my name.

"Yo Brick," Mitch called out to me. I turned around and glared at him.

"What?" I asked bitterly. I was tired, and the last thing I wanted to do was talk to someone who slept with my then-girlfriend and felt no type of remorse.

He shrugged. "Hope you ain't still mad about what went down between me and your chick yesterday."

"I don't give a shit. We're broken up anyway," I turned back around.

"Besides," Mitch began, "That bitch is old news anyway. Now I'm after my real estate agent," He started grinning. "Nice red hair, these unusual pink eyes… oh, and a nice ass too! What's her name? Oh yeah, Blossom Utonium! She is fine with a capital F. She could use a good screwing."

…Did I just hear what I thought I heard?

I turned back around, my blood-red eyes glued to Mitch. "Did you just say Blossom Utonium?"

"Yeah," Mitch raised an eyebrow, "You know her?"

I have no idea what came over me, but the next thing I knew, I was sprinting towards Mitch and tackled him to the ground. I punched him mercilessly in the face until my teammates grabbed me and forced me off of him. I looked at Mitch, who had a black eye, blood gushing out of his left nostril, and a busted lip.

"What the fuck, Brick!" Mitch spat in a hoarse voice. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why I ought to-"

"Whoa, whoa, knock it off!" Elmer said, cutting him off. "Mitch, go get cleaned up."

Mitch walked away, grumbling a few curse words under his breath. Elmer turned to me.

"Now what the hell has gotten into you, Brick? We just come out with a victory, and you're punching our teammate! We need every man we can get out there next week!"

"What the hell is going on in here?" Coach Kessler said as he entered the room, his voice filled with anger. "I just saw Mitchelson with a black eye! Who's responsible for this?"

The room fell silent.

Coach Kessler chuckled. "I guess you boys didn't hear me loud and clear. Alrighty then, I'll simply repeat myself one more time. Who is responsible for Mitch's face?"

"His ugly ass parents, that's who," I spat angrily.

Coach turned to me. "I'm not in the mood for jokes, Brick. I'm being serious! Now, who did this?"

"Fine," I said, folding my arms, "I did it. And I don't feel bad about it either!" It was true, I didn't feel bad about it. His dumbass deserved the taste of my fists.

The Coach's pale skin immediately turned red. He clenched his teeth. He was angry, but I didn't really care. "Come to my office, Brick, and we'll discuss how long you're suspended for."

"What? But Coach, the team needs me-"

"NOW!" Coach Kessler barked.

I sighed as I followed Coach out of the room.

Freakin' Mitch Mitchelson.

The Next Morning

(Blossom's POV)

I waved goodbye to my daughter as she entered the school building. I drove out of town to Townsville to meet with my latest client, Mitch Mitchelson. He was the wide receiver for the Townsville Tigers, which also meant he knew Brick, my ex. Ugh, what a small world we live in...

I parked my car on the side of the street and walked up to the house that Mitch was interested in. Mitch was there, his hands in his pockets. He smirked upon seeing me.

"Hey, pretty lady."

"Mr. Mitchelson, I told you not to call me that. It's Ms. Utonium to you." I said, annoyed. His infatuation with me was ridiculous! Like I'd ever be interested in another football player. Been there, done that!

I studied his face, and noticed it was terribly bruised. Black eye, bruised lip, broken nose…

I narrowed my eyes. "What happened to you?"

He suddenly turned angry. "The jerk quarterback happened."

Quarterback? Oh, no… Brick did that to him?

"Really? What happened?" I asked, trying to find out why Brick did that to him.

"Well, short story long-"

"Uh, I believe it's long story short," I said, correcting him.

"Same shit." He shrugged. "Anyway, I told him I had this amazingly hot real estate agent, referring to you of course. Then the next thing I know, he tackles me! Fucking dick."

"He did that to you because of me?" I asked, appalled. If Brick did that because Mitch was interested in me... does that mean... he still has feelings for me? But, he's engaged... I guess he never forgot about me. Just like I never forgot about him. But how could I? He was the father of my child. That's kind of hard to forget!

Mitch raised an eyebrow. "Do the two of you know each other or somethin'?"

I paled. I couldn't tell Mitch about Brick and I. I had to lie.

"Uh, no, of course not! Why would you think that?" I lied, a bit horribly I might add.

"So then why-"

"Oh, look at the time! It's getting late. Let me show you the house. It has that parlor you wanted." I announced, trying to change the subject.

He shrugged. "Okay..." He smirked. "Whatever you say, pretty lady." He followed me into the house.

Ugh.

Freakin' Mitch Mitchelson.

(Brick's POV)

So after the whole thing that went down between Mitch and I, Coach Kessler suspended me for the next two games. The fucking nerve. I am the one carrying that damn team. How are they supposed to win a game without me? I freakin' swear…

Considering I didn't have shit to do today, I decided to hang out with Boomer. He's a bit on the fruity side, sure, but at the end of the day, he's my little bro. And I love him.

Boomer had bought some Yoga videos awhile ago, and he said it'll help me release some stress… or something. I personally think Yoga is for losers, but I might as well give it a try.

This whole suspension thing was still bothering me, so I hope this helps me calm my nerves.

I pushed the center table back as Boomer placed two mats in front of the TV. I stood on the right one, and he stood on the left one.

"Boomer, are you sure this'll help?" I asked. If this ended up being a waste of time, I was going to choke a bitch.

"Dude, yoga is amazing!" Boomer said as he popped the yoga video in the DVD player. "You'll love it."

"If this isn't what I expect it to be, then I'm suing you."

"Just relax," Boomer took a deep breath. He took a look at the screen. "Oh look, it's starting."

"Hello there everyone, my name is Jillian and today we'll be doing a bit of yoga!" The brunette woman in the video said as she took her place on her mat. "All you need to do is relax, and follow my instructions!"

Boomer jumped up and down, clapping his hands at the same time in excitement. "Yay! I can't wait!"

I glared at him. "Shut the hell up, would you? Jesus Christ."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, bro."

"Alright, now put the palms of your hands together, like so…" She said as she put both of the palms of her hands together, "Yes, yes! That's it!"

Instead of putting the palms of my hands together, I folded my arms. This was so stupid. Why did I let Boomer talk me into this?

Boomer looked over to me. He raised an eyebrow. "Brick, why aren't you doing it?"

"This shit is for losers," I grumbled. I mean really, who would waste their time doing this? This crap is bogus.

"No it's not!" Boomer said defensively. Of course he'd say that.

I groaned. "Yes, it is. That's exactly why you're doing it."

He scoffed. "I'll have you know that chicks actually dig this stuff!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? What chicks are we talking about here?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," He grumbled.

"What was that?" I asked, glaring at him.

"Nothing," Boomer said, giving up, "And fine. Suit yourself."

"Now take a deep breath," The woman said, taking a deep breath immediately afterwards. "Yes, keep doing it…"

"I feel so… relaxed." Boomer sighed.

I looked over to him, and he did look truly relaxed.

…I guess it wouldn't hurt much to try, right? Just let go of your 'macho man' demeanor, Brick, and try something new. It won't kill you.

I put the palms of my two hands together and took a deep breath. I took a few more deep breaths afterward.

A little while later...

…I felt it! I felt relaxed!

"Boomer!" I yelled.

"Ow! What the hell, dude? You're supposed to be quiet! I'm meditating!" Boomer said, exasperated.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I said carelessly, "Anyway, Boomer… I feel it."

"You feel that hot air coming in too?" Boomer said, putting his hand on his forehead. "I knew I wasn't the only one! We need to crack open a window or something."

I smacked him upside the head. "No, you dipshit. I feel relaxed!" God, Boomer is so stupid sometimes. …Make that all time.

Boomer grinned. "Hah! I was right! I knew you'd like it!"

"Shut up, or I'll pound you." I said playfully.

After an hour, the video finished.

"So," Boomer began, "Did you enjoy it?"

"It was… different." I said. It was true, I never really did stuff like this before. I was always more of the rough type.

"…And?" Boomer asked.

I groaned. "Yoga isn't for pansies."

"I knew you'd come around!" Boomer said, patting me on the back.

"Yeah, whatever," I said, stretching my arms. "Speaking of come around, where the hell is Philippe? I'm starving."

I turned around and saw Philippe. "Ah, Philippe," I said, forcing myself up from the couch, "Just the man I wanted to see."

"What is it, Master Brick?"

"Look, Boomer and I are starving. Think you could whip us up some burgers or something?"

"No can do, Master Brick," Philippe said in his thick, French accent, "I'm going on a one week vacation."

"Alright, so two for me and- wait, what?" I asked quizzically. "I never said you could go on vacation."

"Oh, but you did, Master Brick," Philippe said, putting his hands in his pockets, "I asked you about three weeks ago. I believe you said, "I don't give a sheet?"

"…Oh," I said, smacking my hand on my forehead. Shit, I really did grant him vacation.

"Well, if you don't mind," Philippe said, picking up his suitcase, "I need to go. My flight leaves in three hours!"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Oh, that must be my sweet!" Philippe said as he ran down the steps, his suitcase in his hand.

Philippe opened the door, only to reveal a petite woman with short, curly blonde hair, light green eyes, and… holy shit, her boobs were fucking huge. I've got to say, I didn't know Philippe had it in him.

She was wearing a yellow sundress that came just above her feet. She looked much younger than Philippe. Like, twenty years status.

"My sweet!" Philippe exclaimed as he grabbed the blonde-haired woman, dipped her, and shoved his tongue down her throat.

…When the hell did this happen?

"Ooh la la," She said in a French accent as they pulled apart for air. "Ready to go, my dear?"

"Oui oui," Philippe said, smirking.

"Well, won't you look at the time?" I said, taking a look at my invisible watch, "Looks like it's time for you two lovebirds to get going!" I really didn't want Philippe to leave, considering he makes some of the best damn food I've ever tasted in my twenty seven years of existence, but I couldn't take anymore of this shit-fest.

"We'll return in one week's time, Master Brick," Philippe said, picking up his luggage. "Let's go, my sweet. To the airport!"

"Of course," She said, smiling. They walked out the door together.

"Have fun!" Boomer called out to them.

I glared at Boomer. "Shut the hell up. Look in the freezer and see if we have any ground beef. I'm starving over here."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever," He said as he walked into the kitchen.

5 Minutes Later

"Brick, I can't find any ground beef!" Boomer called from the kitchen.

I groaned. "You're probably not looking hard enough."

"I cleaned out the whole freezer!" Boomer sighed. "We're going to have to buy some more."

"Alright," I began, "You go, I'll stay here."

Boomer folded his arms. "No, screw you!"

"I'm not gay, Boomer. Also, that'd be incest."

"You know what I mean, Brick. And it's not fair. Just because you're six minutes older than me doesn't mean you can boss me around!"

I replied, "Look, I pay the damn bills around here. You don't do shit."

"But-"

"But considering I won't hear the end of this," I sighed, "I'll just go."

I went to my room and grabbed a hair-tie to tie my wild red hair in a ponytail. Instead of changing my clothes, I decided to go to the store in my white wife-beater and red sweat pants.

I picked up my car keys and headed out the door.

(Blossom's POV)

It was 3:15 PM. I had just picked up Bailey from school about ten minutes ago, and now we were on our way to the grocery store in Riverside to pick up some groceries for dinner.

We reached the grocery store not too long after (Considering the elementary school isn't too far), only to learn that it was 'under construction'. Ugh, really? Of all the days…

"You've got to be kidding me," I mumbled to myself.

"What's wrong Mommy?" Bailey asked me from behind.

"Nothing, hon. We'll just going to a different grocery store this time."

So instead of going to our local grocery store, we had to go out of town instead - infact, we had to go to the Townsville grocery store. I wasn't too familiar with the place, but I didn't have much of a choice today.

The parking lot was just full! It took me over five minutes just to find an empty parking spot. After I parked, Bailey and I walked inside the store, hand-in-hand. I have to admit, this grocery store was much bigger than Riverside's.

"Okay, let's see here… where's the frozen stuff?" I said to myself as I tapped my chin with my finger. "Ah, Aisle Eight. Come on, sweetie."

(Brick's POV)

I walked into the Townsville grocery store, my hands in my pockets. I received a lot of stares when I walked in though. I think I even saw… a camera flash? But hey, that's nothing new.

I quickly scanned the store until I found aisle eight. Jackpot. Now I can just grab the ground beef and get out of here.

I walked into the aisle and quickly spotted the ground beef in the freezer... wait, that is a freezer, right?

However, something else had caught my attention. Actually, make that someone.

She was putting some frozen goods into her cart. She was wearing a pink, silk, long-sleeved button-up blouse, a knee-length grey skirt that hugged her curves, and black heels. She was a redhead, like me, and her eyes… seemed pink…

And she had a little girl next to her, who also had long, red hair and pink eyes. The little girl I saw at Riverside Elementary last Friday.

No fucking way.

It was her. It was Blossom. And her daughter. In the flesh.

Damn! Mitch was not lying. Her ass was pretty nice. Even nicer than the last time I saw it - which was five years ago.

My thoughts were interrupted by the churning of my stomach. It felt so... weird. What the hell was it? Oh God. It's butterflies. Fuck.

Anyway, after she got everything she needed and put it into her cart, she looked up, and she spotted me. Her eyes widened.

...And then our eyes met.

"…Brick?" She choked out. She looked shocked. I can't blame her, though.

I took a deep breath, and stepped closer to her.

"…Blossom."

Sorry to leave it on another cliffhanger! I know you guys hate when I do that. :/

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