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Author's Note to Valisfan: Thank you for reading and reviewing. I appreciate it. I realize that I might have to rush the story, but I don't want to make it the point to where it's unrealistic. Originally, I had Blossom put 'Yes, I would love to.' But I realized that might be too fast. I don't want to rush the crush, or the love story in any unrealistic way. First of all, at this point, Blossom only has a crush on Brick, and the same goes for Brick. So 'Yes I would love to," feels like I'm trying to rush the story along. Also in this chapter, I'm trying to slow down the story, but I'll let you read it.

Blossom slowly brushed her long, red locks while her sisters went through her closet, trying to help her make decisions on what to wear for her big date with Brick. She had finally decided on wearing some casual. It's not like Brick was going to take her anywhere fancy. The guy only had so much money, so Blossom could be sure that she wouldn't be having a cliché recreation of some sort of prom night. If it's one thing that she liked about Brick, it's that he was a simple guy who probably would enjoy seeing some movie while eating fast food. And, truth be told, that's how Blossom liked spending her nights: simple, and not too tiring.

"Red and pink. Don't those colors go great together?" Bubbles asked, clasping her hands together, while examining Blossom's hair.

Yes

"I suppose," Blossom shrugged, finally finishing her hair.

"I knew you liked Brick. So tell me, have you always had a soft spot for that little dweeb?" Buttercup questioned, lying on Blossom's bed.

Yes

"Don't be ridiculous, Buttercup. We were sworn enemies long ago, and now Brick has changed. I don't know why, but he has. And, he really seems to care about me," the redhead answered.

"Oh, how romantic, this is so wonderful. You and Brick are going to have a wonderful time on your date tonight. I bet he even wants to kiss you. Would you let him?" Bubbles asked.

Yes

'Yes,' seemed to be a cursed word today. With being one of the protectors of Townsville, Blossom had meant to put 'no' on that blasted piece of parchment. However, her hand had taken on a life of its own and wrote down the opposite. Yes, she liked Brick as more than a friend. Yes, she had always had a soft spot for him. Yes, she would like to kiss him, but that was going to have to stay a maybe for now. For the longest time, she hadn't thought about Brick since the day she had killed him, and now his consumed her every thought. He was like some kind of distraction from work. Work. Thankfully, Buttercup and Bubbles swore that they would call Blossom only if they absolutely, positively needed her assistance in battle.



Bubbles sighed, hugging Blossom. "Blossom, are you blushing? You're not too nervous about your date with Brick are you?"

Yes and yes.

"Don't be absurd, Bubbles. I'm sure it's just too much make-up. I hate wearing that stuff. Listen, I'm going to go wash the horrid stuff off my face. I'll be right back," Blossom dashed away.

Normally, she would leave the make-up on if she really liked a guy, but not with Brick. Blossom didn't feel the need to get all dressed up for him. He seemed to be a guy that could appreciate what a girl looks like in the morning rather than those stupid, glossy bimbos that swormed around poor Brick like bugs. Natural looks were just as good as the illusion to natural. But, besides that, Blossom truly looked better without all that gunk on her face. Her milky skin appeared to look soft and luscious without blush smashed all over her face. Without anything on her lips, they looked just as fresh and pink, which easily matched her hair.

Finally, the moment that all the girls had been waiting had arrived: the door bell range. Each one of them heard it. As Blossom tried rushing out of the washroom, Bubbles stopped her. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To answer the door…?" Blossom replied, confused. She couldn't just leave Brick waiting.

"Don't be silly, I'll get it. You have to make an entrance." Bubbles said. "Now stay," the blue-eyed Powerpuff orderd. She hurried down the stairs and opened the door for Brick. "Hi, Brick."

Brick wasn't sure what to say. He arrived on time and his heart was just dying to see Blossom. What on Earth was Bubbles doing there, and not Blossom? Besides, this was Boomer's assignment, not his. He didn't know what to say to Bubbles, so he just went with something simple, "Hi."

Bubbles eyed something in Brick's hands. She instantly smiled, "Oh, Brick! Blossom will love them! I wonder when she'll be down."

With Bubbles tone turning aggressive, Blossom knew that was her cue to come down. And like a princess, she descended from the stairs gracefully. There seemed to be a light that glowed around her, even without anything glossy on her. She was truly attractive. All Brick could do was stare. He was helpless with words. Come on, you idiot. Think of anything to say. Something will come out. "B-B-Blos- Bl-" Hmmm… Nothing came out. Your moron! You might as well run for it. Blossom thinks you're insane now. Go! Go! C'mon! Scram!

And to Brick's relief, Blossom knew exactly what he wanted to say. "Blossom, you look beautiful. Why, thank you, Brick. You look pretty dapper yourself. Are you ready to go?"

"Um, yeah. Oh, these are you for you." Brick handed Blossom a bouquet of roses and lilies. "I hope you're not allergic."



Blossom took a wiff of the lovely flowers that Brick presented her with. "Thank you, Brick. It's very sweet of you."

"We should get going," Brick said. He led the girl outside and showed her his Harley. "A beauty, aint she?"

"Yes, it's wonderful, Brick!" Blossom exclaimed. "I've always wanted to ride a motorcycle before!"

They walked over to the motorcycle. The two got on as Brick strapped on his helmet, while handing one to Blossom. "Now, hold on tight, babe."

"Gladly," Blossom giggled flirtatiously. She wrapped her arms around Brick's waist and rested her head on his head, and finally they were off.