Hey guys! Here's Chapter 3! I really don't know why I wrote this chapter, but I did. So, enjoy!

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The path to death

Chapter 3: I need you

A 15 year old boy was walking down the street. He had red hair that was slightly messy. His sky blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of glasses. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt with the number 25 on it. It was hot outside so he had taken his jacket off a few hours ago.

Dexter had changed over the years. He was still a man of science, but now he didn't dedicate his whole time to it. He had given up wearing his lab clothes everywhere he went and he started wearing normal clothes.

Now he was walking home. He had been at his friend's, Coop, the whole morning, helping him with his giant robot, Megas. The blonde was as fat as ever, but due to the fact that he had spent so much time with the blue eyed boy, he had learned some things from him. He had learnt to be a little less ignorant and think, at least a little bit, before talking. Dexter could say that he was proud of his realizations.

The boy stopped in front of a white house and looked at one of the windows. He stood there for a few minutes, memories filling his mind. He had been in the same position a year before.

It had been a warm night. He couldn't work, nor sleep so he had decided to take a walk. He still couldn't explain how he had got there that night. All he knew was that he had been standing there for some time, though he wasn't sure for how long.

Then she came to the window and saw him. He had felt very weird. For one, he was embarrassed that he didn't really have a reason to be there, but then again, he was happy every time he had the chance to see her.

He closed his eyes remembering what happened there.

Flashback

A young girl with long red hair and beautiful pink eyes came out of the house. She gracefully walked towards the red headed boy that was standing there.

"Hey, Dexter! What are you doing up so late?" she asked giving him a questioning look.

The boy looked at her for a few seconds and blushed. She was wearing a simple dark pink nightgown that hugged her thin body. He thought what it would be like to hold her in his arms. He blinked a few times grateful to the dark that didn't let her see his blush.

"I could ask you the same thing." He answered looking in her eyes. His voice was a little weak, but she didn't seem to notice. She held his gaze for several seconds then broke their eye contact.

"I was working late." She said. "What about you?" she asked looking back at him.

"I couldn't sleep so I decided to take a walk." He answered wondering why she had looked away when she answered his question. "What were you working at?" he asked not ready for a long silence.

"Just a project on Ancient Egypt." She answered looking at the sky.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't have even one idea of what to say. He couldn't do anything else but stare at the beautiful girl in front of him. He felt heat rising in his cheeks.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" she said in a dreamy voice looking at the starry sky. He followed her gaze and smiled. "Yes, it is." He answered.

He got closer to her and felt her body shiver. "Are you clod?" he asked, while taking off his jacket and placing it on the girl's shoulders.

"Dexter, no!" She said turning to him. "You'll catch a cold."

"No I won't." He said. "And why did you get out of the house like this?" he asked looking at her with worried eyes. He knew that she was a super hero and was almost invulnerable, but he couldn't help it. Ever since she got captured by Mandark, he always got very protective around her. He had almost lost her back then and he knew that he wouldn't be able to handle it if she really died.

They stared in each other's eyes for a few minutes. Suddenly, the girl broke the eye contact and gave the boy his jacket.

"I think I should go in. I still have to finish that project and you should get some sleep." She said.

Dexter's heart sunk. He was hoping that they would spend some more time together. "Hn, what were you expecting after acting so stupid?" a voice in his head said.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the girl's action. He felt her soft warm lips on his cheek. He blushed deep red.

"Good night" she said locking their gazes again for a few seconds and then turned around to go into the house.

Dexter didn't know what to do. So many thoughts ran through his mind that he couldn't even tell what they were about. Then he did the first thing that came into his mind. He grabbed her hand making her turn around. He hugged her tightly, burying his face into her long red hair. Even though he couldn't see her, he could practically feel the surprised expression she had.

For a moment he wanted to smack himself for doing that, but then he felt her arms hugging him back and he almost let out a sigh of relief. He smiled and held her closer. He wondered, only for a moment, what might be crossing her mind in that moment and if she thought he had lost it. His hug was almost desperate while hers was comforting. After a few minutes he loosened the embrace just enough so he'd be able to gaze at the girl in his arms.

She looked at the red haired boy, not sure what to do. He looked back at her. "God, she's so beautiful!" he thought. He ran a hand through her long red hair and smiled at her.

"Blossom, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a while now." He said without releasing her from his arms. The look in the girl's eyes told him to continue. "You see, ever since I met you, I thought that you were very special and when Mandark captured you, I... I was really scared... that you would die... that I would loose you. I never want to loose you... I... I really like you Blossom." He said looking in her eyes.

She didn't answer. She just looked at him with those beautiful pink eyes. "Oh, congratulations boy genius. You just screwed it." The voice in head said.

He slowly let her go. "I... I'm sorry." He whispered. Then he turned around to leave. But he felt something grabbing his hand. He stopped and looked back. He was surprised to see her smiling and even in the dim light of the moon he noticed the faint blush that covered her cheeks. Her hand gently held his.

Her lips parted slightly as they spoke the words he had dreamt of hearing for so long: "I think I like you too Dexter…"

End flashback

He sighed, turning his gaze from the house and continuing his walk. It hurt his heart to think of those times.

Now it was all over. When they had found out that Blossom was friends with Bell, everyone was very angry with her. Some actually accused her that she was a traitor. But he knew she wasn't and she would never be.

She had defended herself and Bell from everything that had been said against them. He knew very well that she wasn't the one to give up so easily on something she believed in. And he had learnt that she really believed in her friendship with the white haired girl.

He had seen that Bell wasn't any lower than Blossom. Once, the red headed girl had gotten into a big fight with her blonde sister. He had seen what happened. Blossom didn't like to do what she was doing, he could see that. And he wasn't the only one. Shortly after the red head started to show that she wouldn't be able to handle it any longer, Bell had come. She had told Bubbles to back off and to try to think before opening her mouth. She had said other things about Bubbles, but Dexter had decided not to remember any of them. After that she had taken Blossom away and calmed her down.

There had been other events similar to this one, but Dexter didn't witness many of them. In a way, he was glad that Blossom hadn't let someone who didn't deserve it in her heart. However, he couldn't help but be jealous of Bell. Ever since the friendship between the two girls had been found out of, the red head had given all her attention to the white haired girl.

She had even broken up with him. When she got into that big fight with everyone, he hadn't done anything to help her. He just stood there watching. Now he was very ashamed because of this. But back then he hadn't been. He had been just as angry with her like everyone else. He had wanted her to give up on Bell. He had thought that it was a mistake. He still believed that it was, but he had learnt not to care anymore.

He knew he had pushed her away. She had come to him for support but he had turned his back on her and told her, just like everybody else did, to leave the White Puff. He had told her many awful things which, he was sure, had hurt her greatly. But he hadn't cared about hurting her. He wanted her only for himself and he had been sure that Bell would only be in the way.

He knew that he should be ashamed of such selfish thoughts, but he could not help but have them. He didn't want to admit his fault in the matter. It was so much easier to blame it on someone else… on the little villain that had the Pink Puff on her side no matter what. But no matter who held the blame, he couldn't change anything now. Of all the ways that he could have lost her, he had never thought that it would be this one.

He was brought back to reality by the sound of his cell phone ringing. He got it out of his pocket and looked at the screen to see who was calling. He was shocked to see the name "Blossom" there. She hadn't called him in almost a month.

"Hello?" he answered, wondering what would make her call him. What she said surprised him even more.

"I need you!" he heard her weak voice. He could tell that she had been crying.

"Blossom, what's wrong?" he asked, very worried. What in the World could have happened?

"Dexter, I need you here." She said. He listened to her as she told him where to come. When he asked her again what had happened, the only answer he got was a loud sob.

"I'll be right there!" he said, ending the conversation. Then he turned around and started running towards the place Blossom had told him to go.

All the way to the small cafe he tried to keep his brain from elaborating all sorts of scenarios of what could've happened. By the time he reached the place he was very scared.

"Blossom, please be O.K.!" he prayed in his mind. And he could not help but silently threat the White Puff with a great amount of pain if she had done anything to his ex-girlfriend.

Done! I hope you liked it! I'll try to update the next chapter next week, but I can't promise anything.

See ya' in the next time!

P.S.: For the ones that read my other story "On the right side", don't worry; I haven't given up writing that story. I just have to get some ideas out of my head so I'll be able to concentrate. I'm already working on Chapter 14 and I think I'll be able to update it next week.