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Chapter 12
Battle 11: Choices

Blossom's POV

I unfolded the note.

It's no problem. Listen, meet me outside the gym after class. I want to talk to you.

I smiled. I wonder what Dexter wants? I glanced over at the clock. Only 10 more seconds…

Normal POV

5… Blossom counted down.

4… Brick's stare was fixated on the clock.

3… Dexter bit his lip in anticipation.

2… 1… they counted down.

RING! RING! RING!

Immediately, Blossom, Brick, and Dexter bolted out of their seat, and out the door, not bothering to listen to the teacher's final words.

Blossom was about to head to the gym, but stopped. She went to her locker first and opened the lock. She looked in the mirror. Dexter has never asked to meet up with me before… it must be pretty important. She examined her face and smoothed out her hair. Once she was satisfied with how she looked, she casually grabbed her books and started heading toward the gym.

Whatever happened to Brick and Dexter, you ask? Well…

"Dexter." Brick called with a high voice, trying to sound like Blossom.

Dexter let out a sigh of happiness and turned around. He closed his eyes and held the figure's shoulders, then opened his eyes and cringed away. "Blosso—HOODLUM!" Dexter started to clean his hands with his spit, totally disgusted. "Blegh. Dirty."

"And cleaning your hands with your spit isn't dirty?" Brick asked, irritated by the fact that he was making such a big deal.

"It's cleaner than having to deal with your disgusting germs still on me." Dexter answered.

Brick got even more irritated and his fist started to shake, wanting to punch the living daylights out of him, but stopped, remembering that Blossom would be here any minute. "You looked pretty excited earlier. Anything new, Dorkster?" Brick asked.

Dexter froze. "W-why do you ask… H-Hoodlum?" Dexter stuttered out the question.

"Oh, I dunno. Oh, look at these pretty blossoms in the planter. I guess they blossom in the Spring, huh? Of course, I wouldn't know, because I don't know when blossoms blossom. Do you, Dorkster?" Brick turned to Dexter.

Dexter gulped. "OK! You caught me… I asked Blossom to come here so I can tell her my true feelings for her." Dexter told Brick.

Brick looked at Dexter with mock-shock. "No… really!? And you didn't tell me!?" Brick asked.

Dexter's eyebrow twitched. "You're enjoying this, aren't you."

Brick shrugged, "A little bit. But, you realize, whoever confesses first could differ the outcome."

Dexter glared. "You wouldn't."

Brick shrugged. "All is fair in love and war." Brick suddenly took off in the direction of Blossom's locker.

Dexter growled angrily. "BRICK! NO! SHE'S MINE!"

"You snooze, you lose, Dorkster! You had your chance for 4 years!" Brick yelled over his shoulder as he flew off toward Blossom.

Dexter took out his jetpack and started it up. "Why you, Hoodlum… Get back here!" Dexter yelled.

Brick turned to stick his tongue out, only to realize that Dexter was actually starting to catch up. He sped up, trying to lose him. He looked forward again, concentrating. That's when he saw red hair. He smiled to himself and flew faster. He grabbed her from behind. "Blossom! I need to—You're not Blossom!"

"No shit, dummy." Danny said, sticking his tongue out.

Brick growled. He saw Blade and Blake talking with Brianna and Brittany. "I leave him to you guys!" Brick called over to them.

The four blinked then their eyes fell upon Danny and their smiles turned into evil grins. "Heh heh… What up, Dorky?" Blade grinned over in Danny's directions.

Blake started cracking his knuckles. "This is gonna be fun."

The two girls smiled and brought a rope out behind their backs. "Welcome, to hell." Brittany grinned as Brianna snapped the rope.

Danny gulped.

And all that was heard was Danny's screams of bloody murder.

Brick ran on, looking for any bit of red hair. Man, where could she be?

Blossom's POV

I wonder where Dexter is, he's already 10 minutes late… "Man, already 2:50… Maybe he doesn't need me?" I thought out loud.

"Blossom?" A voice called my name.

I smiled and turned to face the direction of where the voice came from. "There you—aren't…" I whispered to myself.

It was him. The most popular boy in school. I've seen him before. That heart breaker. He flaunts his good looks and flirts constantly with girls, but when they get the courage to talk to him, he turns them straight down. Such a jerk. Chad.

"Well, well, well. I wasn't expecting it to be you to send me this love letter, Blossom. But, I suppose you could do. Well, since I accept, I suppose we could go out."

I blinked. I knew that he was a jerk, but I didn't know he was so… so… ARROGANT! Geez, what a pompous jerk! I huffed. "Thanks, but, no thanks. I'm going to have to go back on my word on that one."

He rose an eyebrow at me. "I don't think you can say that, especially since you're alone. No one could possibly know what happens between us." He said slyly as he used his finger to trace my jaw-line and tilt my chin up to him.

I glared at him and slapped him across the face.

He growled angrily at me and raised his fist, about to punch me. I covered my face with my arms, not wanting to get hit directly.

But, it never came. All I heard were punching noises, grunts, and screams of pain.

Brick's POV

Geez, where is that girl, how did she already get lost? My gosh, how am I supposed to win if I can't find the pri—

"… I suppose we could go out."

"Thanks, but, no thanks. I'm going to have to go back on my word on that one."

Blossom? I thought to myself as I ran faster over to where I heard her voice.

"I don't think you can say that, especially since you're alone. No one could possibly know what happens between us."

-slap!-

The moment I got over there, all I saw was Blossom cowering in fear of that guy's fist getting closer to her face. Unknowingly, my blood started to boil and I immediately stood in front of her and caught the guy's fist. He let out a shriek of pain when I squeezed it, causing him to fall to the ground.

Normal POV

"What are you trying to do, punk?" Brick asked with utmost seriousness.

Chad growled, but started whimpering again once Brick had squeezed tightly on his hand. "We were j-just playing around, r-right, Blossom?" He said nervously.

Blossom glared at him.

"Can I kill him?" Brick asked for permission, glaring down at him.

Blossom looked at Brick incredulously. "Of course you can't kill him!" Chad let out a sigh of relief.

Brick sighed. "Ok, fine." He released Chad's fist and Chad quickly blew on it, hoping it would ease the pain.

"I'm going to do something really nice for you." Blossom told him. "I'm going to act like this never happened." She said coolly before walking away.

Brick glared and grabbed him up by his shirt collar. "Try another stunt like that, and I will kill you. Understand?"

Chad gulped. "Y-yes."

"Good." Brick slammed his head back into the concrete. He caught up with Blossom. "Well, I'm going home…"

"Wait. I wanna talk to you." Blossom said, holding him back by his hand.

Brick blinked. "What is it?"

Blossom shuffled her feet. "Um… well… Why did you help me back there?"

Brick blushed to the point he turned crimson. "Well… you know… What are friends for?"

Blossom nodded, understanding. "But, you went throught that much trouble just for me?"

"Well, yeah, I guess. For some reason, whenever you're in danger, I feel as though it's my job to protect you. I feel like I should be the one saving you. I feel like I should always be by your side. I feel like I should be the one to always care for you. And, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I guess you could say… I've fallen for you. And I don't ever want to lose you."

That's when Blossom's breath caught. She didn't breathe for about 40 seconds. Brick turned to glance over. He looked at her, puzzled as to why she was turning blue. "Oh my god! Blossom, breathe! You have to breathe!" He yelled at her, trying to get her out of the clouds by shaking her.

Blossom's lungs gave in and she took in breaths quickly and deeply. "I-I'm sorry, I must have heard you wrong. I actually heard you saying that you actually liked me more like… um… you know… no, not like, more like love…"

Brick gulped, trying to keep his feet in the place they were right now and not run away. "You heard correctly."

Blossom's mouth dropped open.

He cleared his throat. "What do you say, Blossom, will you—"

"NOOOOO!" Dexter came running toward them frantically.

Blossom blinked. "Dexter!" "Dorkster…" Brick mumbled just like Drake and Josh say "Megan".

"Don't go out with him, Blossom! He can't make you happy! I mean… LOOK AT HIM!" Dexter looked over Brick with distaste.

Brick glared back. "I feel the love too, Dorkster." Brick said sarcastically.

"I can make you happy." Dexter told her.

"Eep!" Blossom exclaimed when she was suddenly in Dexter's arms. She froze. Dexter was holding her so close to her. And he was holding on pretty tight.

Brick coughed. "Ahem!"

"Do not go with Hoodlum. I'm the only one who can make you happy. He could never—"

"AHEM!" he coughed louder.

Dexter glared at Brick. "What, Hoodlum, you're ruining me and Blossom's moment of bliss."

Brick's eyebrow twitched. "She hasn't even told you whether or not she likes you."

Dexter blinked. "Fine then, Blossom, tell Hoodlum that you like me, and not him." Dexter ordered Blossom, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him.

Blossom blinked. "I—"

"No, tell him that you like me." Brick said, grabbing Blossom's other arm.

"Uh… you see—"

Blossom was jerked by her arm over toward Dexter. "Tell him how you really feel."

"Well—"

"Yeah, Blossom, tell him." Brick glared at Dexter.

"STOP!" Blossom yelled. The two let go of her arms. "Don't I get to say who I actually really like?" Blossom glared at the two.

Brick and Dexter blinked. Once. Twice.

"I haven't even decided who I like more! Why don't you give me some time to think!" Blossom yelled, grabbing her head. "You guys are giving me a migraine!"

Brick and Dexter looked at each other and nodded.

Blossom looked back up. "Ok, I promise, I'll have a decision by tomorrow. But, until then, please… just… wait."

Brick and Dexter nodded.

Dexter went to Blossom and kissed her on her forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Blossom's heart was suddenly beating very fast.

Brick patted her on the head. "Whichever one of us you pick, I just want you to be happy."

Blossom's heart skipped a beat.

The two left Blossom alone, to give her some space. She sighed. It's been a long day. She went off to her home.

"I'm home…" Blossom announced when she opened the door.

"Blossom! Are you ok!? You're home really late! It's already 3:30!" Bubbles exclaimed, hugging her sister. "I was so worried. Buttercup was too, but she's just denying it."

"I was not!" Buttercup yelled and crossed her arms.

"Thanks girls. Come on, I need to tell you what happened today." Blossom told them as she lead her sisters upstairs.

About 10 minutes later…

"It's about freaking time!" Buttercup shouted.

Blossom blinked. "You knew?"

"Blossom, even Bubbles knew. That's pretty sad." Buttercup told her.

Blossom's jaw dropped. "And you guys didn't think to tell me!?"

Bubbles sighed. "How were we supposed to tell you? 'Oh, Blossom, Brick and Dexter are so in love with you that their fighting to the death over you! Just wanted to let you know!'" Bubbles said sarcastically.

Blossom pouted.

"Besides, if we had to tell you, that would prove how big of a pansy those two are." Buttercup told Blossom, shrugging.

How long has this been going on?" Blossom asked.

Buttercup huffed. "Like, forever."

"I lost count of the months." Bubbles sighed.

Blossom's jaw dropped again. "That long?"

"Actually, they've liked you for years, they've just never fought it out until now." Buttercup said.

Blossom groaned and fell back on her pink bed. "How am I supposed to choose!? Will you guys help me think of a way?"

"Sorry, Blossom, but it's not our decision to make." Bubbles said, walking out the door.

"Yeah, the decision is for your heart!" Buttercup placed her hands on her chests dramatically.

"Get out!" Blossom exclaimed, throwing a pillow at Buttercup. She managed to dodge the pillow.

"Missed me!" she called as she got up from her ducking position. That was when Blossom nailed Buttercup in the face with a textbook. "… Ow… Ok, ok, leader girl, sorry."

Blossom sighed and laid down on her bed. She fell into a dream.

When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to be in a room that wasn't hers. She looked around. The walls were all chrome and the room was filled with very fancy looking gadgets. "What is this place?" Blossom said to herself.

"Computer!" Dexter's voice rang through the whole place.

Blossom gasped. Dexter was so… small! He looked like he was only 8! "What's going on?" Blossom went up to small Dexter. Dexter showed no sign of response. She looked at him confused. She waved a hand in front of his face. "Dexter? Why are you so tiny?"

Suddenly the door behind them was kicked down. And standing there, was Brick, also rather small. He had his arms crossed as he leaned casually on one of Dexter's inventions as if he had come in here all the time. "What up, Dorkster?" His hair was no longer short like it was before, it was still a little long, but not as long as before.

Dexter sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? Geez, just when I thought I was done with nicknames when Mandark moved away… Now I have to deal with you bursting in everyday?"

Blossom blinked. The two didn't seem to notice her. Brick rolled his eyes at him. "Whatever, Dorkster, you love it when I call you Dorkster."

Dexter sighed again. "Well? What is it, Brick?" Dexter asked, not moving from his spot as he continued to screw in a bolt.

"Nothing much." Brick said, picking up a disc and twirled it on his finger. "Just, there are three girls who are moving here. I hear they're pretty famous or something. I think they said they were famous florists or something?" Brick said, dropping the disc on the floor. "Oops."

Dexter fumed. "You dropped my vector disc again! Geez, Brick, how many times am I going to have to fix it!?" Dexter shouted at him. He picked up the disc off the floor. "Anyway, how can florists be famous?"

"I dunno, some lady was saying something about Flowerfluff Girls. Or something along those lines." Brick said, picking up something up and throwing it up in the air.

Dexter quickly snatched the item that Brick had taken. "Flowerfluff Girls? What else did the lady say?"

Brick scratched his head. "Um… something about… man, I can't remember, she was kinda far away."

Dexter shrugged. "Why don't we go check it out?I'm bored, so let's go find the truth of these 'famous florists'."

Brick got off of the mechanism he was sitting on. "Ok then, let's go."

Blossom followed them outside. They thought we were florists? Blossom thought to herself. She blinked. I didn't know they were such close friends…

"Brick, are you sure the lady said they lived somewhere around here?" Dexter asked Brick who was floating with his hands behind his head.

Brick shrugged. "Ya, this house." He pointed.

"Well, c'mon, maybe we can finally get rid of your fear of cooties." Dexter snickered to himself.

"Hey, shut up!" Brick told him angrily. "You would be scared too if you knew that even the slightest bit of cooties would make you explode!"

"That doesn't make sense though, Butch and Boomer don't seem to have problems if they play with my sister. Perhaps they're actually more mature than you?" Dexter said, mocking Brick.

Brick huffed. "Butch? That skirt-chaser more mature than me? No, there's justsomething wrong with him." Brick said.

"And Boomer?" Dexter continued.

Brick pursed his lips. "I'm not sure. Ever since we broke away from Him, he's been different."

Dexter thought to himself. "How long has that been now?" Dexter asked.

"Not very long, only like 3 months." Brick told him.

"And for sure, you're good now? No more Rowdyruff bad criminal left in you?" Dexter asked.

"Didn't you already ask?" Brick asked.

"That's a 'duh', isn't it." Dexter mumbled.

"Duh." Brick smirked.

"I don't believe you, sure you don't have any bad in you still?" Dexter asked, looking ahead.

Brick's nose scrunched up as he grinned. "I have enough bad in me to do this!" Brick exclaimed as he grabbed Dexter's head and messed up his hair and gave him noogies.

Dexter laughed. "Ok! Ok! I surrender!" Dexter exclaimed.

Brick smirked. "Who's da man?" Brick asked, still giving him a noogie.

"You are, Brick." Dexter told him.

Only then did Brick let go of poor Dexter. "C'mon, I think I see the moving truck!" Brick exclaimed as he picked up Dexter and flew off toward the truck.

Blossom continued to watch. Who knew that these two were such great friends?

Suddenly, Blossom's dream started to fade and she was sucked into a different image. Brick and Dexter had grown up a little now. They were now probably around 12. Blossom looked at the two. They looked pretty serious.

"For sure, you're moving?" Dexter asked Brick with a sad look.

"Yeah, apparently… But, I'm sure we'll meet again!" Brick exclaimed, trying to smile instead of frown at having to leave his best friend.

Dexter started to cry.

"Hey! Aren't you a guy!? Guys don't cry!" Brick exclaimed.

Dexter wiped away his tears quickly. "I'm not crying! Something just got blown in!" He rubbed at his eyes.

Brick smiled a sad smile. "Take care of her. And, you know, when I come back, if she's not yours, I won't hesitate in taking her away from you!" Brick told him.

Dexter laughed slightly. "Bring it on, Brick. But, let's try and stay friends, no matter what." Dexter said. He held his hand out.

Brick looked at Dexter's hand and took it. They clasped their hands together, loosened their grip to pull apart and punched their fist together. "Goodbye."

Brick grinned. "Not goodbye. See ya later, Dorkster."

Dexter grinned back. "Later, Hoodlum."

With that, Brick had flown off into the sky, leaving a red streak behind him. Dexter looked at the night sky and waved goodbye to the streak. "DON'T EVER FORGET ME, HOODLUM!" Dexter yelled at the top of his lungs.

The scene was quite heart breaking to watch. "They'd liked me for so long… even before I even knew them that well." Blossom felt a tear fall down her face. "It wouldn't be fair not to give them my decision!" Blossom exclaimed as she looked at Dexter, then at Brick's fading red streak.

"BLOSSOM!" Suddenly, Blossom was broken out of her dream. "Geez, you sleep like a bear! C'mon, it's time for school!" Buttercup told her.

Was that all a dream…? Blossom thought to herself. She shook her head. No way, that was too real to be a dream.

Blossom looked at her alarm clock. She only had 10 minutes to get ready. "Why didn't you wake me up sooner!?" Blossom exclaimed, brushing her hair out. Blossom smiled to herself inwardly. She had made her decision. And she was going to tell him.

Blossom ran into the gates with her sisters, breathing heavily. She had to admit, she didn't look as good as she usually did, but hey, what could she do? Blossom caught sight of Dexter.

"Dexter!" she called Dexter.

"What is it, Blossom? Have you made your decision?" Dexter asked.

"Yes." Blossom answered.

I had more stuff on the dream, but I figured it wasn't that important. Anyway, this is the semi-finale (if that's a word.) And I already have the finale finished! Now I just have to work on putting finishing touches! I'll probably add it when I can :D

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