A/N

This is a cute chapter. Enough said!

He thought of Blossom nonstop. No matter what he did, he couldn't shake the feeling. Even in his dreams, he could not escape her. In fact, it was ten times worse when he was asleep. In the fantasy realm, his imagination was free to run wild, and it did. By the time his brothers woke, he was already up and dressed. The smell of burnt pancakes burned his lungs and he knew that Boomer was preparing breakfast. He walked into the kitchen to find him scraping the black sliver of breading off of the ceiling.

Raising an eyebrow, he glanced at his brother. "Should I even ask?"

"I flipped the pancake too hard!" Boomer cried, still desperately scraping to remove it.

"Can you do anything right?" Butch growled, walking in.

"No! Wait…I mean, yes!"

His brothers began bickering, leaving Brick to slip away to the solitude of the couch. He slumped over and grabbed the remote.

"Maybe some TV will distract me," he suggested to himself.

The device jumped to life and immediately, a perfume commercial was broadcasted. A blonde lady smiled as she held the bottle up, glitter and butterflies exploding in the background. Normally, he would have laughed at the femininity and flipped to a different channel. But that was before his mind had become clouded with a love potion. Instead, his eyes widened and he smiled dreamily as he imagined Blossom in the commercial. Paying no mind to his brothers as they entered the room, he leaned over to get a closer look.

"Wow…"

Butch slapped Boomer before turning to Brick. "What's up with you?"

"Oh, Blossom…"

"Butch!" Boomer pointed. "I think he's thinking about Blossom again!"

"No way!" he shoved Boomer away and grabbed Brick. Brick merely fell limp in his hold and mumbled, "Why Blossom, you do smell pretty today…"

"Pretty!" Butch screamed, throwing Brick to the ground. "Boomer! H-He said…He said…!"

"What, Butch?" Boomer asked. "What did he say?"

"He said…Pretty!"

Both screamed and fell to the ground while Brick hugged the TV adoringly. Across town, the Powerpuff Girls were busy playing at Pokey Oaks. All three perked up as the scream echoed across town.

"Did you hear something?" Blossom wondered.

Bubbles and Buttercup shrugged and returned to their toys. Blossom shook her head and reached for the crayons. She hummed, closing her eyes and letting her hand take over. When she opened her eyes, she squeaked and covered her mouth.

"Are you drawing Brick?" Bubbles giggled.

"Hey!" Buttercup said, observing the drawing. "That does look like Brick!"

"I-I didn't mean to draw him! I wasn't even thinking! I was just humming and thinking and when I opened my eyes," she picked up the paper and pointed at it, "he was there!"

Just then, Miss Keane walked up to them.

"Girls, is there a problem?"

"Blossom can't stop thinking about this guy," Bubbles laughed.

"Yeah," Buttercup winked, "she's in love!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Girls, girls! Enough," Miss Keane said, "Bubbles, Buttercup stop teasing Blossom and go play."

"Well, it's true," Buttercup muttered, flying away with Bubbles.

"It's not true, Miss Keane. He's…just some guy."

"Blossom, it's okay, I understand," she smiled as she picked up the paper. "He is one of those Rowdyruff Boys, isn't he?"

"Huh? How'd you know?"

"Everybody in Townsville knows about them! After the fights you six have had, who couldn't know about them?"

"I guess. It's just he's started acting weird the other day. He began smiling and being nice to me and everything!"

"Maybe he has a crush on you?"

"I don't know about that," she blushed.

Miss Keane smiled. "And maybe there is a chance you have a crush on him."

"Miss Keane!"

She smiled and stood. "You'd be surprised who you can fall in love with, Blossom. Remember, it's not your mind that chooses the person. It's your heart." She walked over to another group of children nearby.

Blossom sighed, placing the picture down on her lap. Out of sight, out of mind, her mind huffed.

Later that day, she watched as her sisters flew through the house, laughing and carrying on. The Professor walked by, but stopped when he saw her sitting on the couch, alone.

"Blossom, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, Professor."

"Why aren't you playing with your sisters?"

"I don't really feel like it right now."

"Come on," he persuaded, taking a seat beside her, "what's bothering you?"

She sighed, but shrugged. "Miss Keane said that your heart is the one to chose the person you fall in love with, not your mind. But what if it doesn't even make any sense? What if it's wrong to like that person?"

The Professor gulped and he panicked. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this, his mind repeated. Ignoring his thoughts, he smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"There isn't supposed to be logic in love. It's just something that happens. If there was a logical explanation or benefitting reason everybody loved someone, it wouldn't really be love, would it?"

"I suppose you're right. But what if it is bad to like this person? I mean really, really bad?"

"Well I guess that depends on who declares it to be bad. If it is your friends or family, then there is a good chance that they are wrong. But if you think it is wrong, then you may be right."

"Ok, but I do think it is bad. So then it must be wrong!"

"Not necessarily," he interrupted.

"What? But you just said—"

"I said that you may be right. But there is also a chance that you just need to give that person and yourself a chance to work it out."

"Ugh! It's all so confusing!"

He laughed, kissing her head. "It is. But I know you'll figure it out. Besides," he placed the drawing in her lap and winked, "you two may be good for each other."

A/N

Hehe, I think someone's starting to fall in loooooveee! The next chapter will contain more Brick and Blossom interaction. I just wanted it to be realistic. Also, are they in character enough? I mean, besides Brick being all lovey-dovey and all XD. I had hoped to keep them all in character as much as possible. Thanks for reading and chapter 4 will be up soon!