Brick and Blossom: Hello!
Me:... where are the Blues? I said I wanted the Blues this chapter!
Blossom:...
Brick:... well... the-uh... the Blues couldn't... make it...
Me:... hmmm... i'll deal with this later. anyway, THIS CHAPTER IS SO DAMN LONG! it would have been even longer if I didn't split it apart. yep, that's right, the dance chapter was so long I felt the need to split it up into two parts! So this does NOT cover the entire dance!
Enjoy!
"Blossom! Wake up!" Blossom's eyes shot open instantly, and she was greeted by two bright blue eyes that were half done with eye makeup.
"What time is it?" she asked, yawning as she pushed her pink comforter away.
"It's 3:30, we have about two hours until we should leave for the dance" Bubbles said, moving back in front of the mirror to finish her makeup. Buttercup entered the room with a cup of noodles, uninterested in the long process Bubbles made of getting ready.
"Oh good, there you are BC. Let me start your hair while Blossom takes a shower" Bubbles set down the bottle of mascara and plugged in her blue curler. Blossom made her way to the bathroom to take a shower as her little sister said.
"What's wrong with my hair now? I always wear it like this" Buttercup gestured toward her black hair, which simply went straight down to a few inches above her mid-back.
"That's the point! You should change it up for this dance, especially since you have a date this time!" Bubbles protested. Buttercup groaned loudly as she stuffed another forkful of noodles into her mouth.
"Don't remind me!" she mumbled.
"STOP TALKING WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL!" Blossom's annoyed tone was heard from down the hall. Bubbles giggled as Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"I thought you wanted to go with Mitch. He even got you flowers!" Buttercup sighed and set down her cup of noodles.
"I don't know. I can't help but feel like it was a mistake to agree, but I'll go because I really have nothing better to do." She said, sitting down on her bed. Bubbles thought for a moment, trying to make sure she could word her next statement right.
"Well, all I have to say is; there is someone you probably would have been better off going with." Buttercup perked up in interest.
"Really? Who?" she asked.
"If it was meant to be you'll find out soon!" Bubbles giggled as she skipped into the closet. Buttercup was ready to push the issue further, but Bubbles bounced out of the closet with green fabric draped over her arm.
"What's that?" she asked suspiciously.
"It's your dress!" Bubbles said cheerfully.
"Oh come on, isn't it bad enough you're making me change my hair style. There is no way I'm wearing a dress!" Buttercup argued. Bubbles held the dress so her sister had a better view of it. Black rose lace was attached to the dark green fabric which flowed out slightly in a short ball gown style. A black ribbon tied around the waist and formed a bow in the front next to a black satin rose. Buttercup stared at the dress in awe for a moment, surprised at how much she liked it.
"You're lucky you know me really well. Fine I'll wear the stupid dress!" she sighed. Bubbles squealed with happiness and delicately placed the dress on Buttercup's bed. She then picked up her curler and approached Buttercup to work on her hair.
"Bubs, please don't burn my face with that thing!"
There used to be three tiny powerpuff hearts here to break off the sections...
Later With the Boys…
"WHAT TIME IS IT!?" Brick cringed at the ear-piercing shout from Butch.
"It's five-fifteen, and stop yelling like an idiot, you are literally only a few yards away from me!" Brick demanded. He and Boomer sat calmly on the couch in their living room, watching T.V. while Butch rushed around the house to get ready. Boomer had been ready for the dance for over an hour, wearing black pants, a white button-up shirt, and a black jacket with a navy blue collar. Brick simply need to attach his red tie to complete his black button-up shirt and pants.
"Boomer, you're Bubbles' counterpart, what type of flower does she like?" Butch gripped Boomer by his shirt, looking like more of a psycho than he already was.
"I don't know, maybe a blue rose" Butch dropped Boomer and darted for the front door.
"I have to go find a flower shop!" he shouted, flinging the door open.
"Butch…" Brick called plainly.
"What?" Butch turned back franticly.
"I don't know about you, but I wouldn't leave the house until I put some pants on." Butch glanced down to find he was still in his boxers. He calmed down a bit and gently shut the door before darting back to his room.
"I swear I'll never understand how he got Bubbles to say yes" Boomer stated, standing up and grabbing his keys. Butch ran down the stairs, now wearing black pants, and toward the coffee table.
"Where are mom's keys?" he asked. Boomer held the key ring up with one finger in a taunting manner.
"Come on guys. Let me take mom's car, it's nicer!" Butch pleaded.
"Yeah, and that's why we're taking it. Take our car" Brick said, taking the keys from Boomer and heading for the door.
"The two brothers without dates get the good car" Boomer called as he followed Brick. Butch sighed in annoyance and chased after his brothers. When he got outside, they were already beginning to drive away.
"But you guys can fly!" Butch grumbled, knowing they couldn't hear him. He turned to where the car they shared would be parked and jumped at what he saw. The old junky car was covered in egg yolks and shells and it looked like there were nails all over the tires. Butch suppressed a scream of anger and horror as he slowly approached his poor car. He pulled a sheet of notebook paper, which was taped on the windshield, off. Words were scribbled on the paper and could only be from a group of furious teenage girls.
No Good, man-whore!
There was no way Butch was going to even try to drive that car.
Again, just pretend there are tiny powerpuff hearts here
Bubbles sat patiently on the couch in her living room. She mindlessly played with the loose edges of her blue, knee-length spaghetti strap dress. It fitted around her waist and easily flowed with the slightest of movement, and was complete with a dark gray ribbon that tied into a bow in the back. She wore silver three inch heels and her hair was in tight curls, resting on her shoulder in a side ponytail.
Buttercup entered the room with a small smile. Her hair was in tight curls, and she had even allowed Bubbles to tie half of it up in a ponytail and clip a green rose to the hair tie. Bubbles' attention was then drawn to the black converse Buttercup wore. She noticed Bubbles' skepticism while joining her on the couch.
"You got me to wear a dress, changed my hair, and convinced me to wear this annoying lip gloss. This is where I draw the line!" Bubbles huffed in defeat, but decided not to push Buttercup any further.
"When is Mitch picking you up?" she asked.
Buttercup's nose crinkled at the mention of his name. "He's not, I have to meet him there. And I have no clue how since I can't fly in this dress!"
"You can ride with me Butters. The Professor said I could use his car." Buttercup and Bubbles' heads shot up to see Blossom walking down the stairs. Her black heels clicked on the floor as she walked towards her sisters. She wore a soft pink strapless dress with a ruffled skirt and a thick black ribbon around her waist. Bubbles had curled her hair in beach waves that made it look slightly shorter than it was.
"Cool, thanks Bloss" Buttercup said.
"Wow Blossom, you look so pretty!" Bubbles cooed.
"Thanks Bubs" Blossom thanked her sister with a sweet hug. "Come on Buttercup, we should get going. Bubbles, how are you getting to the dance?"
"Butch should be here in about ten minutes" Bubbles replied, taking a look at the clock that hung on the wall.
"Okay, but if he stands you up, just call me and I'll take care of everything" Buttercup stood from the couch and began to follow Blossom. Bubbles nodded, but seriously hoped that wouldn't be the case.
Tiny Powerpuff Hearts!
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5:56
Bubbles slumped down in her seat with a sigh. He was almost thirty minutes late. She began to wonder if Butch would even come. She glanced at the blue cell phone in her hand, contemplating whether to call one of her sister. No. If she called, Buttercup would go on a rampage and Butch could very well end up dead.
She was actually very disappointed. Part of her only said yes to surprise Butch, beat him at his own silly game. But a small part of her was really looking forward to going to the dance with him. Bubbles sighed again and stood up to go to her room. She was tired of sitting on the couch, waiting for someone who wasn't coming.
Suddenly, harsh knocks were heard from the front door. Bubbles rushed to the front door and glared through the peephole to see spiky black hair. She opened the door with a hard glare that immediately turned to a look of concern when she took a better look at Butch.
He was panting heavily, his forest green vest was slipping off his shoulders, and his black button-up shirt seemed to be torn slightly at the edges of the sleeves.
Before Bubbles could even say a word, Butch held up the most beautiful flower she'd ever seen. "I-I know I'm really late… But Brick and Boomer took mom's car, a group of girls egged my car, I rushed to find flowers but there were no shops close enough…" Butch took a deep, over-exaggerated breath. "Then I was running here and I passed a yard with these flowers-" he gestured toward the blue flower in his hand.
"And there was a sign that said 'please help yourself'" he mocked the signs words with a sophisticated tone. "And I have no clue who does weird stuff like that. But I went to pick one and this crazy little rat of a dog ran out of the gate and attacked me! The little weasel chased me for five blocks and I didn't think to fly until I was almost here. But the dog is gone, I'm here, and when I saw this flower it made me think of you because it's unique and really pretty and blu-"
Bubbles clamped her hand over Butch's mouth and giggled. "Okay, it's okay! I'm not mad and you can relax" she said calmingly. She lowered her hand and fixed Butch's vest.
"Now, what type of flower is this? I think it's my new favorite!" Bubbles said with a cheeky grin that made Butch smile with her. He glanced down at the round blue plant in his hand. The deep shade of blue most likely matched Boomer's eyes, and the small amount of white in the center seemed to make the flower even more beautiful.
"This is a moon flower. A blue moon flower to be exact. I think it fits your personality perfectly. I guess it's poisonous if you eat it, so like you, it's pretty on the outside, but if you mess with it… it'll fight back." Butch handed the flower to Bubbles, and she held it gently. She jumped up and took Butch in a tight hug that made his heat skip a beat.
"Hold on okay?" Before Butch could nod his head, Bubbles' blue streak bounced around the house. She stopped in mid-air, looking around the living room with an annoyed expression. She grunted before darting down into the Professor's lab.
Butch could hear glass breaking, the Professor complaining, and Bubbles calling out her apologies as she flew up the stairs with one of the Professor's unused beakers that would now be used as a vase. She appeared in front of Butch again ready to leave.
"Okay, we can go now… um, how are we getting there?" Bubbles asked.
Butch chuckled meekly rubbing the back of his head. "Well since I don't have a car… we're gonna have to walk…" Bubbles stared blankly at him.
"That's a pretty far walk" she stated softly.
"Well I'm not letting you fly in a dress, and there's no other way. But I promise once we get there, I'll make it the best night ever!" Butch pleaded.
"…Okay, let's get going then" Bubbles said, closing the door behind her. Butch smiled as they began their long walk down the street.
Tiny Hearts!
Boomer had a strong need to punch something. Or someone. He sat at a table next to Brick, watching the large crowd of dancing teenagers. One particular couple kept Boomer's attention though. Boomer's grip on his cup of punch tightened as Mitch slid his arms around Buttercup's waist.
He wanted more than anything to walk right up to them, punch Mitch straight in the face, and confess his feelings to Buttercup. But the confidence wasn't there. There was no way Boomer would find it in himself to do such things. He groaned out loud and buried his head in his face.
"Remind me again why we even came" Boomer mumbled.
"To keep an eye on Butch, you know he gets himself into stupid situations. And because we literally had nothing better to do." Brick replied, eyeing his cup of punch as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Boomer began to protest, but realized Brick was right. They had absolutely no plans, and no homework to do. But Boomer still would have preferred to stay home than watch his best friend steal the girl of his dreams from his grasp.
Over the loud pounding of music in the gym, the boys' super hearing caught the laughs of two specific girls. Both heads shot up at the sound to see Buttercup and Blossom laughing along with Mitch. Boomer found himself smiling at the sight of Buttercup's elated smile and the beautiful melody that escaped her lips. Then it occurred to him that she was giggling at something Mitch said. She was having a great time with him. He was making her happy, making her smile and laugh. Maybe that was how it was supposed to be. Maybe Boomer was never meant to call Buttercup his. He was never meant to tell her how gorgeous she looked tonight. He took one last glance at Buttercup's joyous face before shoving his head back into his arms with a sigh of frustration.
Brick, however, never let his eyes leave Blossom. She looked amazing, but those thoughts were pushed away by the anger that filled Brick as he watched her. He wasn't even completely sure why he was so angry. He knew he was mad the other day, but he actually expected to be calmer by now. He supposed it was just the years of Blossom's constant commands and fights that made him heat up with rage whenever he looked at her. Whatever the case, he was still mad.
…
"Hey I'm gonna go get some more punch" Mitch announced before turning away. Once he was out of hearing range, Blossom smirked at her sister.
Buttercup glanced at Blossom and her smile instantly faltered. "What?" Blossom's grin only grew.
"You're having fun at this dance… with Mitch! I sense a new couple!" Blossom cooed.
"Oh come on Bloss! That sounds more like something Bubbles would say!"
"Well she isn't here yet, so someone has to acknowledge the obvious chemistry you two have." Buttercup rolled her eyes and glanced toward the punch bowl where Mitch was waiting. He noticed her staring, and gave a wink that caused Buttercup's cheeks to heat up.
"I'm having fun with Mitch and you." She argued. Blossom cocked an eyebrow doubtfully at her sister.
"You can't expect me to believe you're not having a pretty great time and there is nothing between you and Mitch."
Buttercup turned her head to hide her darkening cheeks. "Well… maybe a little… But this is kind of weird though, I mean, Mitch has been my best friend since kindergarten." Blossom giggled as she looked around the crowded gym.
"Better not let Butch hear you say that. He'll throw a tantrum!" she joked. Buttercup couldn't help but laugh along with her sister.
"Speaking of Butch, where is he with Bubbles?"
Tiny Hearts!
"My feet are starting to hurt… a lot" Bubbles complained quietly. She and Butch had been walking for what seemed like hours to Bubbles. Her high heels weren't making the trip any easier either. Butch began to panic. If he messed up this date, Bubbles may never want to even consider being his girlfriend.
He looked around franticly, desperate to find a way to save the date. He smiled when he spotted a small playground meant for the residents of the apartment building next to it. Butch took hold of her hand and urged her to follow him to one of the benches.
Bubbles sat down next to Butch, leaving a comfortable space between them, and relaxed. She hated to think that this was one of the worst dates she'd been on, because Butch seemed to really be trying. However, it was not making it in the "top five best dates" so far.
As if sensing her disappointment in the night so far, Butch spoke up. "I'm sorry, about all this. But I think I can make it up to you…" Bubbles spread her lips to reassure him that she was having a good time, even though it would have been a horrible lie. Before she took the breath to speak, Butch took her hand once again and led her toward the colorful merry-go-round a few feet away.
Butch gestured for her to step onto the wheel. She stood on the inside and wrapped her hands firmly around the rail with a big smile. Butch placed his foot on the other side of the rail and began to push the merry-go-round with his other foot. Before long, the wheel was spinning fast enough for Butch to put up both feet and face Bubbles.
She couldn't help but squeal with joy and giggle like a child. Hearing her over-joyed giggles, Butch allowed himself to laugh with her as they spun around in the night. Bubbles took a moment to catch her breath, and Butch's laugh filled her ears. It wasn't the typical teasing laugh Bubbles was so used to hearing from him. This laugh was genuine, it was real and she wanted to hear it more often.
It was as if she forgot they were spinning, because she only stared at him with a wide smile. He opened his eyes, revealing his deep green irises, and noticed Bubbles was no longer laughing uncontrollably. Instead, he found that she was staring into his eyes with that bright smile he loved so much. Her blue eyes seemed to have gotten brighter in the moon light, and Butch was mesmerized.
The wheel slowly came to a stop and Bubbles snapped out of her trance. Bubbles giggle once more as she stepped off and let dizziness take over. The pair's laughs echoed through the night as they clumsily made their way toward the swing set. Bubbles took her seat on a swing and stopped Butch before he could move behind her to push.
"Let's see who can go higher!" she suggested, pointing to the swing next to her.
"You can bet I'll win that challenge" Butch smirked, and he took the seat.
"We'll see about that" Bubbles sang. With that the two pushed off, getting higher and higher with each kick to the air. After a few swings, Butch proved to get higher than Bubbles as she came up about a foot lower than him.
"Ha! Told you I'd win!" Butch said. Bubbles only giggled, as if mocking him, and shot passed him as he slowed down. While in the air, she pushed herself off the rubber seat and soared as high as the five story building next to them.
Butch got off the swing and waited for Bubbles to float back down. When she landed, her grin seemed wider, if possible, and she held in a fit of laughter.
Butch eyed her, giving a playfully chiding look. "You cheated."
"No I didn't. I said let's see who could go higher, not swing higher!" Bubbles corrected. She then broke into a fit of laughter as Butch glared playfully at her.
"Fine… let's go again. You're going down this time!"
More Tiny Hearts!
"I'm going to punch you in the fucking face if you don't get up, and go over there!" Brick growled at Boomer.
"Why do you always got straight to violence with me?!" Boomer argued. Brick shot him a warning glare, and Boomer sighed in defeat and stood from his seat at the table.
"What do I say?" Boomer asked and Brick rolled his eyes with a loud, over-exaggerated sigh.
"I don't know! She's all alone, her date is nowhere to be found, just talk to her like you used to!" Brick said, glaring into the crowd of teenagers. Boomer took a deep breath and made his way across the room to where Buttercup leaned against the wall.
"Oh hey Blue!" she greeted cheerfully. Boomer was love-struck by the way she grinned so brightly at him. It was rare to see such a wide smile on Buttercup's face, and Boomer wondered why she was so happy, especially when her date had been gone for about fifteen minutes.
Boomer pushed away the nauseous feeling in his stomach and spoke as if nothing was different between them. "Hey Butterfly. What are you doing over here all by yourself?"
Buttercup giggled lightly and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Butterfly?"
"Yeah, why not? My new nickname for you. Now where's Noodle Arms?" Boomer said, making Buttercup laugh out loud. There's that laugh Boomer loved so much.
"He said he was going to the bathroom" she replied. Boomer chuckled to himself as he looked around the gym.
"It should not take a teenage boy almost twenty minutes to pee. Maybe we should look for him, you know, it's always the super hero's partner that the villains go for." He said, walking toward the double doors.
Buttercup followed him and scoffed at the assumption. "He's not my boyfriend! This is just a one-time thing, he's just my date. And anyway, I don't think any villain would kidnap him. He'd be a really annoying captive, so annoying they would just toss him back onto the streets!" Boomer mentally bounced with happiness.
Once they exited the gym into the hallway, Buttercup spotted a baseball lying against the wall. It must have rolled out of the gym while students set up for the dance. She picked up the small white ball with a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Boomer noticed the suspicious smile that graced her face and furrowed a brow at her.
"I have a feeling the next words that come out of your mouth will get me in trouble" he said cautiously. Buttercup laughed and tossed the ball into the air and catching it again.
"Oh come on Blue, how many chances will we ever have to play catch in the school hallway?" Boomer chuckled, jogging down the hall toward the corner. He readied himself for Buttercup's throw, but blond hair took his attention to the end of the other hallway. Buttercup threw the baseball with full force, and Boomer was too distracted to see the ball coming straight for him.
Boomer groaned quietly in pain when the ball smashed into the side of his head, almost causing him to lose balance. Buttercup winced and quickly made her way to his side.
"Sorry Blue. You oka-"
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine! Uh- come on let's get back to the gym." Boomer tried to pull Buttercup back down the hall while holding his aching head. Buttercup yanked her arm back once she saw what Boomer had seen.
Some blond girl, that wasn't Bubbles, was nose to nose with Mitch as they giggled like a love-struck high school couple. Boomer glanced at Buttercup, seeing her face redden with rage. He moved to comfort her, but she jerked away and eyed the baseball that lay close to Boomer. In a flash the baseball was flying through the air at full speed, and hit the wall right next to Mitch's head.
Mitch shot up from the blond girl with wide eyes and saw the ball rolling down the hall aimlessly. He turned his head to see a hole in the wall almost completely through to the next room.
"Oh, hello asshole!" Buttercup hissed, if looks could kill, Mitch would be beyond dead at the moment. Chestnut eyes met with his in a hateful glare, and Mitch suddenly felt a wave of pain run though his cheek before the blond stomped off. Mitch glanced back up to Buttercup and shook slightly when he noticed she was now only a few feet away from him.
"L-look B-"
"Just shut up!" Buttercup cut clean through Mitch's pathetic stuttering and folded her arms in annoyance. It was then that she realized what exactly it was that kept her alert whenever Mitch tried to make a romantic advance. "Listen Mitch, I didn't want to come to this stupid dance in the first place, let alone as your date and I honestly couldn't care less about who you want to be with. So if you just swear that you won't ever try to include me in these little games you're starting to play, we won't have a problem, got it?"
Mitch nodded, looked ashamed for trying to mess with his best friend's heart, and opened his arms for a friendly hug. "You have a deal, and I'm sorry. Now how about a hug for your best friend?" Buttercup rolled her eyes good-heartedly and walked forward to embrace Mitch. For the first two seconds, the hug was meaningful and friendly, but Mitch didn't expect to suddenly feel the fabric tighten around his midsection. Mitch cried out in pain as Buttercup hooked Mitch's underwear around a screw of a locker, not high enough so he was dangling by his underwear, but just enough to make him have to struggle for about five minutes to get down.
"You didn't think you'd completely get away with that did you?" Buttercup smirked as she admired her work.
Mitch squirmed around letting out small cries of pain as Buttercup turned on her heel and walked down the hall toward the gym. Boomer stifled a laugh as Mitch called out for Buttercup to come back and get him down.
Boomer rushed to Buttercup's pace and placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to stop in her tracks.
"I'm not heart broken or anything! I'm not even mad at him!" she burst desperately. Boomer furrowed his brows at her and made her face him completely.
"Buttercup, you don't always have to be so strong" he said soothingly, trying to see any sign of sadness in her eyes, but she avoided his gaze. "It's okay to feel upset or mad. What he did was wrong, and I'm surprised you let him off so easy."
Buttercup refused to meet Boomer's eyes. "It's not like I actually felt anything for him, it's just…"Boomer tightened his grip on her shoulder, urging her to continue. "I-I think part of me was… excited, that I was actually going on a date. Sometimes I just feel like… I'm not good enough or something. Like there must be something wrong with me that makes guys not want to be with me like that…"
She was crazy. Boomer officially believed that Buttercup was completely insane. She didn't know how many guys silently crushed on her. It occurred to him that Buttercup's "warning glares" weren't actually supposed to be intimidating. She must not have even realized that her expressions virtually scared every guy in school. She didn't see how many guys tripped or walked right into walls at the very sight of her like Boomer had. Not to mention, he was one of those guys. Boomer pulled her face up by the chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"You have no idea how wrong you are. There are so many guys in this school who would kill to have you on their arm. Don't ever think that, because they are the ones who should be making sure they are good enough for you." Boomer could swear he caught the slightest bit of pink in Buttercup's cheeks as she managed a small smile.
"Don't ever tell anyone about this or you'll pay the consequences" Buttercup warned, but the friendliness never left her voice.
"You have my word, Butterfly" Boomer said, letting go of her shoulders. Buttercup rolled her eyes and started back to the double doors.
Boomer had a sudden thought, and acted upon it just like Butch told him to do, and rushed in front of her, arms out stretched to block her path. "Wait, wait! Since now neither of us have a reason to stay here, what do you saw we go have some real fun? Like the arcade?"
"You mean the arcade in the mall? Isn't that mall closed now?" Buttercup asked, looking at her cell phone and confirming it was almost seven at night.
"Well yeah, but the movie theater and arcade stay open until midnight on days they know students have off" Boomer began to walk toward the school's main doors.
"How come Butch has never stayed until then, that guy could play skee-ball for hours!"
"Because Butch isn't as awesome as me!" Boomer shouted proudly into the hall, causing an echo and Buttercup to giggle.
Tiny hearts...
The loud music blaring throughout the gym only irritated Brick further. Sure, he could just drive himself home, but Butch was nowhere to be found and he wasn't about to leave his little brother alone at the dance. Who knows what kind of stupid situation Boomer could get himself into if Brick left?
The deafening music and annoying girls trying to get him to dance with them weren't even Brick's worst issues with being there. No matter how hard he tried, Blossom had always found her way into his view. It irritated him to no end and he couldn't help the harsh glare that was forever plastered to his face.
Although she hadn't meant to, when Blossom glanced up from shared laughs with her friends, she caught Brick's harsh stare. Her innocent pink eyes held Brick's gaze and her cheerful smile faded, seeing how fiercely his radiant red eyes held so much fury and hatred.
For a moment, Brick seemed mesmerized by the innocence Blossom's eyes held. He felt his anger lessen, but his glare refused to let up. Droplets of liquid began to mask the soft pink of her eyes. She held his gaze for a moment longer before blinking, causing the tears to race down her cheeks.
Suddenly, Blossom's teary eyes were all Brick could see. Every moment that he had made Blossom shed a single tear filled Brick's mind like a clip show. The moment he stupidly broke off their friendship, and the pained sound of Blossom's sobbing when he found her on the roof, it all fogged up his vision, like he wasn't even in the gym anymore.
Next thing Brick knew, the crowds of people reappeared, still dancing like there was no tomorrow. Brick noticed Blossom was no longer standing with her small group of giggling friends. He franticly searched the room, all anger gone, until he spotted long red hair rushing out of the double doors. Brick's heart sank; it felt as if a hundred pound weight was dangling from his heart by a single thread.
A new feeling seemed to present itself. And Brick didn't like it one bit. A lump formed in his throat, his chest felt heavy, and he felt a strong urge to take off running after Blossom. And right then, it was like a light bulb suddenly flicked on as if it had been off for centuries. The horrible feeling that clouded Brick's mind was complete and utter guilt. Under that, was the love he had kept hidden, even from himself, for all these years.
He loved Blossom.
It seemed wrong and twisted, but it all made sense to Brick. He couldn't lose her like that; he had a feeling that if she walked away, their friendship would fade as well. So, Brick ended it on his terms, hoping it wouldn't affect him as much knowing it was what he wanted.
But that was a stupid decision. Brick yelled, he made her cry; he took their friendship and shattered it to bits. All because he didn't want to feel the pain of losing Blossom, but instead, she felt the pain. Even after she gave him all of her trust, after she helped him start a normal and happy life; he broke her heart.
But now it was clear. He was wrong. He was wrong and he loved Blossom more than anything else in the world, even more than his hat. It was also clear that he messed up and lost the girl of his dreams.
But Brick knew better than to stop chasing his dreams.
Me: THERE! IT'S DONE! yesh that was long! and sorry, stupid site takes away my three tiny powerpuff hearts! so whenever you see a break in my stories, just know that somewhere far away, there are three tiny black powerpuff hearts in place of it on the original document.
Blossom: Hope you enjoyed! remember to re- *crash*
Blues: *walk through a hole in the wall with dirt all over them* we're here!
Me:... *turns to Reds*... what did you do?!
Brick: we wanted to be included... so Butch took care of things...
Me:... *throws papers into the air* I can't do this anymore! *walks away dramatically, leaves room completely*
Bubbles and Boomer: butchercup says thank you to all the wonderful readers and reviewers out there! she wouldn't be here if it weren't for you guys!
Reds: *shoves Blues out of the way* BYE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD!
XOXO