Your hands can heal/Your hands can bruise
"Come on ladies, I'm starving here! Kelly makes the nicest Thanksgiving dinner known to mankind!" Boomer cried as he bounded up the drive, looking 20 years younger than he actually was.
"But the Professor makes the nicest pumpkin pie!" Bubbles called to him, laughing. Looking from her husband to her sister was like looking at two polar opposites. Blossom was visibly dreading this meal; whereas Boomer could not be more excited.
Blossom was mostly dreading it because she'd promised Bubbles she would come clean to Buttercup about everything that had happened with Butch. And then what had happened with Brick. She wasn't looking forward to that. Buttercup would not be happy she had lied to her. And a tiny part of her felt like the fact it was Butch, someone Buttercup herself had once loved; that would potentially sharpen the dagger. He was after all her ex, and exes usually remained off limits. Given that Buttercup couldn't stand Butch she'd hoped it wouldn't bother her too much. But she couldn't help but feel like it would a bother her just a bit...
And she would not be pleased about her and Brick hooking up, because she hated his guts after what he did.
She was not looking forward to it at all.
But it was the one condition of Bubbles' silence. She wouldn't tell anyone else, not even her husband, if Blossom promised to tell Buttercup at the Thanksgiving meal the Professor had held at his house every year.
And Blossom had gratefully agreed to this. She didn't want Brick to find out, and she didn't know whether Boomer would be able to keep it a secret from him, so she was relieved Bubbles was prepared to not tell him for now.
"Cheer up Blossom, I'm sure Buttercup will understand." Bubbles quietly reassured her, though she could barely understand her sister's situation herself.
"Buttercup? Understanding? Please, she's going to ring my neck for sleeping with one of them, let alone both. I am dreading this. I'm not even hungry." Blossom replied greyly.
"Just enjoy the meal, then we'll go talk to her after. Don't sweat it okay? I'll be there, and it'll be fine." Bubbles said, squeezing her hand gently as they approached the Professors front door, which Boomer had just knocked on. "I mean, it's only us three, the Professor, Kelly, Buttercup, Mitch and Jay here anyway."
"No it's not." Boomer said, turning to face them, only just paying attention to their conversation. "Butch and Brick are coming."
"What?!" Blossom and Bubbles yelped simultaneously.
"They're both coming… The Professor invited Butch, seeing as he's your brother in law now, and I invited Brick. As he's also your brother in law.. He's always on his own, he should be with family on Thanksgiving… What's the big deal?" Boomer asked, cranking a brow at their startled expressions.
"Aww Boomie, you're so sweet!" Bubbles said, her face softening. But Blossom's didn't.
"I can't believe this." Blossom muttered as the front door swung open. What if Butch opened his trap to Brick before she could? Or to Buttercup?
"Hello everyone! So glad you could make it!" Kelly cried as she let everyone in. "Blossom, I didn't think you'd be able to get out of work today."
"I've been in work too much, they practically begged me to take today off." She answered as casually as she could muster.
"Fair enough, I suppose. We're glad to see you! Well, everyone else is here, and dinner won't be long at all, we're practically just keeping it warm, so come in and make yourselves at home!" She cried, ushering them inside, then returning to the kitchen.
The Professor had met Kelly about 10 years ago. She was also a scientist; they had met at work, and hit it off pretty quickly. They had married after 4 years together; the girls approved. Though she could be a little opinionated at times, they couldn't deny how happy she made their father, and that was what counted.
"The table is set, just check the place cards as to where you're sitting!" Kelly called from the kitchen.
Blossom turned to Bubbles skeptically as she hung her coat up. "Place cards? We have place cards this year?"
Bubbles shrugged, but smiled at her sister, hoping she would cheer up for the meal.
"Hello girls, Boomer." The Professor smiled, appearing from the kitchen, and giving his daughters a hug each, his son in law a handshake. "Dinner will only be a few minutes, go grab a seat, help yourselves to drinks, you know the drill, you've been to one of Kelly's Thanksgiving extraordinaires before." He winked.
When Blossom entered the large dining room of her family home, she couldn't help but gulp. She felt more nervous than normal, being in a room with Brick and Butch, especially after Butch's threats the other day.
He was in the corner of the room talking to Jay, telling him some joke that had him cracking up laughing, only allowing Blossom a quick wicked grin, then resuming making Jay laugh. Blossom glared. He wasn't going to make this easy. But then again, when did Butch ever make anything easy?
Bubbles and Boomer had begun a conversation with Buttercup and Mitch. Buttercup glanced over towards her son once or twice, the second time catching Blossom's eye and nodding at her in way of greeting. Brick was standing alone by the small table in the corner laden with beverages and alcohol. He was also looking at Blossom, but much more intently.
Blossom glanced at the table, noting the layout. The Professor and Kelly were at each head, Blossom was sat at Kelly's left, then Buttercup, Mitch and Jay next to the Professor. To the Professor's right sat Bubbles, then Boomer, Butch and Brick to Kelly's right, opposite Blossom.
Brick noticed Blossom examining where she was sitting. He thought about going to talk to her, to say hello. They hadn't spoken since the night they spent together. He'd not heard from her since either; but then he'd not made much effort to contact her in the almost 2 weeks that had passed. He didn't really know how to handle the situation.
He supposed he should just go and talk to her. As he put his drink down on his coaster to approach her, she left the room to help the Professor and Kelly bring food out.
He sighed and sat down at his place, wondering why he'd even come. After what happened 3 years ago, he didn't feel like he was truly wanted here, it was always Boomer who would invite him along. Everyone was pretty polite to him, bar maybe Buttercup, but he still felt the feeling of not belonging anymore.
This meal had better be good.
Once everyone was seated, and began piling food onto their plates, Blossom and Brick felt more relaxed. Butch was quiet, happily tucking into a mountain of food, and Blossom was thankful he was occupied - too occupied to act on his words of the other day.
Half of her felt like she was being silly - he wasn't about to blurt out what they'd been up to across the table to their entire family at Thanksgiving, was he? ...Was he?
"You've really outdone yourselves this year guys." Bubbles said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin.
"Yeah, this turkey is amazinggggg." Buttercup cried through a full mouth.
"Thanksgiving is one of my favourite holidays. It's such a family time, and I'm so glad you could all make it." Kelly said, smiling at her family. "Especially you Blossom, John and I were saying how little we see of you these days."
Blossom looked at her father apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'm just extra busy at the hospital. It takes up a lot of my time."
"She practically lives there." Buttercup commented from the side.
"I think it's cool. She gets to see blood and guts and gore on a daily basis!" Jay exclaimed, his eating habits identical to his mothers.
"That's the lure of the job." Blossom smiled.
Brick was still watching her intently, enjoying her smile. She'd filled about half a plate's worth, and was pushing it around, eating the odd mouthful. He knew Blossom, she was nervous. What did she have to be nervous about? Was it facing him after their night together?
"As much as we all complain about how much of your time it takes up, just as long as you're happy in your work, Blossom." The Professor said across the table, his warm fatherly smile making Blossom feel better.
"Oh I am, I love working at the hospital. Yeah the hours are long, and it completely zaps my social life but, it's worth it." Blossom replied.
"As long as you're happy, I'm happy!" Bubbles added.
"Yes, it is important that you're happy in your job. But career isn't everything remember. I learnt that when I met your father." Kelly said, giving the Professor a tender look. "Meeting true love so late made me realise how much I'd missed out on by focusing on my career. You don't want to make that mistake yourself."
Blossom couldn't help but look at Brick at her stepmother's words, when she looked up at him, he was already looking at her.
The Professor cleared his throat, changing the subject. He knew what a touchy subject this was for his daughter, and knew how much his wife liked to press on it… "What about you Brick? How is work going, still at the marketing company?"
Brick sighed before he answered. "Yeah, still there. Same old, same old, I'm afraid."
"Same old boring job you hate." Butch said at his side.
Brick nodded. "I suppose."
"Are you seeing anyone at the moment?" Kelly asked him.
"No, no, I don't really get time for that." Brick answered awkwardly, shoving mash potato in his mouth so he couldn't answer anymore questions.
"Ahh, much like someone else we know!" Kelly said with a smile, looking to Blossom, who blushed, but also wished she'd shut up.
"Kelly." The Professor warned.
"What? I'm just being honest. You're all turning 30 next year, and 3 of you sat at this table aren't settled down or anything. It's about time you all found someone to spend your days with." Kelly said, her tone a tad patronising.
"I don't think that's neither here nor there. Just as long as you're happy, that's what matters." Bubbles said, the only one of the other 5 to speak, trying to steer conversation elsewhere.
"You can't put a price on finding the one you're meant to be with, and time goes so quickly. That's all I am saying. Are you seeing anyone at the moment, Blossom? I want another grandchild!" Kelly cried lightheartedly, though the conversation was far too heavy for Blossom, Brick or Butch.
"No, I'm not." Blossom said, not looking up from her plate.
"What about this Jeremy fellow? The one Bubbles works with? He was nice, we met him at one of Bubbles' productions." Kelly pressed.
Butch scoffed loudly, making Blossom's head click up, eyes wide with fright. "She's been far too busy with me for the past year to even think about anyone else, let alone Jeremy."
The silence that hit the table was cold and pregnant with confusion. Bubbles looked into her plate, cringing.
Blossom had just got her answer: yes, he would announce what they'd been up to to their entire family at the dinner table on Thanksgiving. He would; he just had.
Boomer nudged Butch. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Mitch stood up from the table, taking Jay's wrist. "Hey man, let's go watch the parade."
"But, what about my dinner?" Jay whined.
"Take it with you." He replied, grabbing his and his son's plate up and leaving the room, Jay in tow.
Butch shrugged, all eyes on him and Blossom. "Blossom. I've been doing her for the past year."
"You, you WHAT?!" Buttercup shrieked angrily.
"Doing her? What, what do you mean?" Boomer blinked confusedly, but Bubbles squeezed his hand, commanding him to be quiet. He then blinked at his wife. "You knew?"
"You KNEW?!" Buttercup cried again. "What the fuck?! I mean, Blossom is he telling the truth?!"
Kelly and the Professor sat watching it all unfold, both too shocked to speak.
"Yeah, doing her, we've been fucking for like a year now." Butch said casually, tucking into some turkey.
"Is this true?" Brick asked, his voice quiet but very clearly shocked.
Blossom opened her mouth to speak, her hands beginning to shake, but Butch interrupted her.
"Course it's true. Why do you think she's been at our place so much? She's over alllll the time, right?" Butch pointed his fork at Blossom.
"Butch, stop!" Blossom cried desperately.
"Oh, now you want me to stop?" Butch asked innocently, sitting back in his chair, satisfied that he'd humiliated her.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Buttercup asked, her voice shaking with anger, her light green eyes now fixed on Butch. "Seriously? She is my sister! What the hell were you thinking?!" Buttercup growled furiously. Butch turned to her, his expression surprised but confused; he didn't know how to react to her reaction. But he knew how to react to what she did next; Buttercup reached over the table and gripped Butch's neck in her hands.
In seconds Boomer had a rabid Buttercup in his arms, stopping her violent outburst. Butch clutched at his neck as he caught his breath. "Fuck, don't blame me, she came to me, who am I to turn her away?"
Buttercup struggled against Boomer for a bit, then stopped, glaring at Butch. She shook her head at him, her expression one of fury, and inevitably disappointment.
Brick turned a sharp eye on his brother, his eyes almost glowing with anger. "You stop fucking talking, now. I mean it Butch say one more fucking word I'll snap your neck in two." He turned to Blossom. "Blossom, I asked you a question. Is what he's saying true?"
She didn't answer again. Just shrunk into herself, her eyes not leaving his face. She didn't need to answer. Brick could tell from her face, from her eyes, it was all true. He glared at her, at his brother, who had a smug grin fixed to his face.
Brick stood angrily, grabbing the table edge and flipping it up on its side furiously, then stalked out of the dining room.
The room filled with squeals as gravy and food covered the floor, and some laps.
Blossom flicked the veg that had landed on her lap off of her, and chased after him. "Brick, wait!"
"Look at the floor!" Kelly wailed.
"My dress!" Bubbles cried.
"I am actually going to kill you." Buttercup threatened Butch, her voice way too calm for the venom in her words.
"The pumpkin pie!" Boomer howled.
"Brick!" Blossom called, catching Brick in the front yard as he was leaving.
"Go away Blossom, I walked out for a reason - I don't want to talk to you right now." Brick growled his back turned as he stalked across the lawn.
"Brick, I'm sorry! Please, just hear me out." She called.
Brick whipped round to face her sharply. "You're sorry?! You're sorry for what, you and my brother - I mean, what is this? Some kind of payback?!" He spluttered, his eyes bright with anger.
"No!" Blossom yelped. "No of course not!"
"I cannot believe this!" Brick roared. "I mean, I've had a feeling something was going on, I knew something was going on, I just didn't know what - or, I didn't want to know, but - but this?! I don't know what I thought but I didn't think it was this!" He stared at her, waiting for her to come out with something, anything! But what could she say?
She remained quiet, looking at him with regretful eyes.
"Are you in love with him?" He asked, his voice still fierce.
"No!" Blossom cried. "No!"
"Do you love him, Blossom?"
"No, I don't love him! I barely even like him -" Blossom began but he cut her off.
"Then what are you doing FUCKING him?!" Brick demanded.
She frowned deeply at his wording, but then her face crumpled in despair. "I don't know! I don't know! Brick, please, listen to me!" Blossom cried, taking a couple of steps closer to him. "I didn't do it to hurt you." She whispered, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "I mean it, I didn't."
"How long?" Brick ordered, his voice still hard and cold.
"Wh-what?" Blossom stammered.
"How long? How long has this been going on for? Butch said a year, is that true? You've seriously been having sex with my brother for a year?!" Brick demanded.
"Yes. About a year." She answered quietly.
"About a year?!" Brick yowled. "I cannot believe this!"
"Its just sex." Blossom murmured, getting irritated now.
"Just sex?! Did you say it's 'just sex?!'" Brick asked incredulously. "Sex with my fucking brother?!"
"Yes Brick! Just sex! You know, sex like sex with your assistant, in our apartment! After one little fight!" Blossom said, her temper flaring.
Brick was silent. He folded his arms, still glaring at her. "This was payback, wasn't it? It's so obvious. I cheat on you - a mistake I am still dealing with the repercussions of - so you go and fuck my brother for a year?!"
"No Brick! It's not! I promise you it wasn't anything about payback! I honestly can't explain what it is, or why it's been happening. But it was not planned, or done to cause you any hurt. I don't want to hurt you. Regardless of how much you hurt me. I'm sorry, I really am." Blossom said, her voice softer.
The stony look on his face faded slightly. When he looked at her, he thought of his brother, and it made him feel sick. Just imaging the two of them together. He couldn't bear it. He looked away. "I can't even look at you. I can't believe you've been doing this."
Blossom got a sense of déjà vu. She'd said those words herself, almost 4 years ago.
"And what about the other day? At my place? Come for Butch, but had to settle with sloppy seconds?!" Brick accused.
"No! Don't do that! Don't tarnish that night!" Blossom cried.
"But you did come for him didn't you?" Brick demanded, and she went quiet for a moment. He pulled his hands through his hair in despair.
"Yes okay, yes! I was sad and upset, from having to deal with Carla all day! You were the last person I wanted to see, but you know what? I am so glad you were there. Because that night was more special than any time with Butch." She told him, and she meant every word.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, Blossom looking desperate, Brick looking furious, but as though he didn't want to be. But he was.
The front door opening interrupted their stare off. It was Butch.
Brick's head clicked in his direction, his eyes aglow. "You've been having sex with Blossom? For a fucking year!" He asked, his fists tight.
Butch shrugged, his expression almost excited at the anticipation of a fight. "Yeah, that's what I said. Come on, don't get sore about it! She's not your fiancé anymore. I've been licking the wounds you created."
Brick gritted his teeth together, his body tense as he began to fill the gap between himself and his brother. But Blossom jumped in between them.
"Brick don't!" She cried, but Butch chuckled.
"Don't hold him back Blossom, he can try it if he wants. It's the most lively I've seen him in years." Butch goaded him.
Blossom placed her hand on Brick's chest to stop him from attacking his brother, but the moment she touched him he flinched and took a step back. Like her touching him repulsed him. It stung.
But Brick hadn't noticed. His eyes were a dangerous red, frozen on his emerald brother.
"Hey, maybe this is a blessing in disguise, maybe you two are even now." Butch said, absolutely revelling in having caused so much carnage.
Brick's gaze shifted to Blossom, she was shaking her head.
"I told you, that's not why this happened." Blossom said quietly, still hesitant to leap on Brick if he did try to pounce on Butch.
"And I don't think I believe you." Brick answered sharply. He then turned to Butch. "You. What the fuck is wrong with you? I mean, you're so fucking fucked up that you think it's okay to do this?"
Butch nodded casually. "Yeah, I do. I mean, she's single, I'm single - she was practically begging for it - what's the harm?"
Brick's fist raised and Blossom grabbed it, stopping it from getting any further. "Brick, please don't listen to him, he is trying to bait you. It wasn't anything like he is saying - can't you see how much he's enjoying this?"
"Oh I am enjoying this. Just like you enjoyed fucking me." Butch said, grinning at Blossom, who was shoved out of the way by Brick. She managed to zip in front of him and push him back from a sniggering Butch.
"You're a fucking dick Butch! How could you think this is okay? You're a fucking asshole - I should expect this sort of shit from you but, but you?" He'd turned to Blossom now, and she felt like she was going to break in two; the hurt in his eyes was too much.
"Well, if you expect it -" Butch began but Brick interrupted him.
"Get the fuck out of here Butch. Just fucking go. I don't want to see your face again, at least not until I've calmed down a bit. And you -" He looked to Blossom. "Actually, I can't look at your face either. Not now." He said, shaking his head in disgust, then jetting off into the air.
Blossom chose not to follow him. He was too angry to reason with; and she felt like his anger was justified. She turned to Butch, who still looked smug and satisfied.
"This is definitely, one hundred percent over now." She hissed at him. "I mean what the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you do that in front of everyone?!"
Butch grinned evilly. "Whatever Bloss, I'm sure all this is gunna hit you really hard, so I'll see you at my doorstep in the next few days." He cried, jetting off into the air too.
"Blossom! What the fuck is going on?!" Buttercup bellowed as she stomped across the front yard. Bubbles was only a few steps behind her, looking sheepish.
"Buttercup, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry - but I can't deal with this now." Blossom whimpered.
"Well you're gunna! You've been sleeping with Butch?! For a year? Why would you do that? After everything him and I went through -" She paused, frowning deeply. "You know what he's like! He was your booty call or something?! Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell us?!" She exclaimed in despair.
"Look, I don't even know how to explain this, it was just something stupid that happened, and then kept happening -" Blossom began, but Buttercup cut her off.
"And Brick?! You slept with him the other day?! I mean, why?! You know what he did to you! What were you thinking?!" Buttercup barked.
"I wasn't thinking! I wasn't - you know what?" She said, stopping herself short. "I don't have to explain myself. I'm fed up with explaining myself! What's done is done, and it's up to me to pick up the pieces. And regardless of what you think, Brick still means so much to me, and I can't let him be hurt by this." Blossom said, at the end of her tether now.
"If Brick means so much to you, then how come you've been with Butch? I mean come on Blossom, you know Butch, he's toxic! He's a toxic person, it was the same when I was with him! Everything he touches - it goes to shit!" Buttercup cried.
"I can't talk about this right now. Tell the Professor I'm sorry about his dinner being ruined. I'm going home. I'm sorry." Blossom said, before jetting off into the sky without another word.
Bubbles and Buttercup watched her go. The moment her pink streak was no longer visible in the sky, Bubbles turned to her brunette sister and shoved her lightly. "I told you not to go in all balls blazing! She needs us right now Buttercup! She has for ages, she's really, really sad at the moment." Bubbles scolded.
Buttercup folded her arms across her chest. "If she's needed us so much, why didn't she tell us?"
"Because, she's Blossom! She's far too proud for that! I'm more annoyed at myself for not clicking that something was going on. We've been saying for weeks, months even that she's not herself." Bubbles muttered. "People do things out of character when they're sad. We should have known Buttercup, we should have known something was up."
Still in the black dress she wore for the meal, Blossom was wrapped in a throw blanket, sitting on the sofa. She hadn't had the energy to get changed; she'd gone home, grabbed a blanket and sat on the sofa crying.
She shuddered from her crying, as the faces of her shocked family members kept reflecting in her head, the disappointment they showed. How let down Buttercup had initially looked, before her fury had sunk in. The quick flash of a crushed, broken look on Brick's face, that quickly dissolved into anger and hatred.
She hated Brick looking at her like that. He'd never looked at her like that before. It tore her heart up.
The front door to her apartment opened suddenly, and Blossom jumped, her whole body clicking around to see who it was.
Brick closed the door quietly behind him, turning without a sound, and sitting next to her on the sofa.
Blossom was so surprised to see him next to her (and to see him so eerily calm) that she didn't say a word. She stared at him with wide eyes and waited for him to speak.
He let out a sharp breath, his eyes on her intently. "I want to know everything. Right from the beginning." He said, or more demanded.
Blossom blinked, moving the covers away from her face. "Everything?"
"Everything. I want to know how it happened. And why it happened. It's the only way I can begin to even try and fathom this." Brick said. His voice was even and calm, though authoritative.
Blossom paused, then cleared her throat. "Well, it started about a year ago. But, you already knew that... I don't exactly know how it started. You know from when we were together Butch has never been one of my favourite people. I mean, everything with him and Buttercup was messy… I didn't hate him for it all but, I didn't exactly like him. But, he was there for me. I needed someone, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to bend, and somehow he was there."
There was a pause, and Blossom watched him for a moment before she continued to speak. He felt like a ticking time bomb sat beside her; it felt like any word could send him spiralling into anger.
"We never planned to meet. The first couple of times we bumped into each other, I'd be at a work thing I'd been persuaded to attend, he'd be out with some of his gym colleagues. We'd get talking, more and more often. And it was nice, having someone to talk to who didn't just tell me what I should be doing or pressure me into doing this or that to 'fix' my life. He'd come back to mine, completely innocent at first. We'd just hang out. And then I guess one thing led to another." Blossom continued.
"And what, you didn't think it was weird? I could never go for one of your sisters if they were available, not after being with you for 10 years. It would just feel wrong." Brick said, his voice sounding nauseated.
"You don't think you might have felt a little differently about a situation like that if I had cheated on you? If the only person who could have made you feel better was the one who caused the problem in the first place? It was weird, and I'm well aware it was wrong, but somehow being with Butch, I dunno it made me feel better. It was the only thing that was making me feel semi okay. And that's the only reason it went on for so long." The pink puff tried to explain.
Brick sighed, pulling a hand through his hair. "And the pair of you didn't see anyone else this whole time?"
"No, we did. I haven't, I didn't sleep with anyone but Butch since you. But only because, well I just couldn't. Morally, not because I love him or had feelings for him or anything. Look, I know I've been an idiot, I know I have. I know I've let Butch hold the reins, I know I've let him take advantage -"
Brick interrupted. "How has he taken advantage? He said, he said you kept coming to him. I mean, you're both adults, and it's not like he forced you right?"
Blossom paused again. "No he didn't force me... It wasn't me coming to him all the time. When I'd had a bad day, yes, I'll admit I went to him. It certainly wasn't me who started this, who made the first move. You should have guessed he did. I guess I feel like he's taken advantage because I made a choice to sleep with him when I wasn't in the best state of mind. I haven't been in the best state of mind since we split up. And Butch has used that, he's used my vulnerability to enjoy himself for a year. And I knew that was what was happening but, I went along with it. Because it made me feel okay as much as it made me feel miserable. I'm naïve, and Butch is cleverer than I thought."
"I don't get how you knew Butch was doing this but carried on with it. If you knew he was doing that, why'd you keep turning up at our apartment? Why didn't you just tell me, talk to me?" Brick asked her and she sighed lightly.
"And say what? Brick you broke my heart so much that the only thing that takes my mind off how bad things have gotten is sleeping with your asshole brother? I'm sure you'd have welcomed me with open arms! Come on Brick, I couldn't tell you. How could I tell you something I can barely explain myself? I've been terrified of you finding out, I didn't want to hurt you, that's not why it happened." Blossom cried.
"There's no way you could have carried on with this without realizing it would hurt me. It's fairly obvious this was going to bother me!" He snapped. "You two - did you do it in my apartment?"
She didn't reply but he knew from her face it was a yes.
"God, was I ever in? I mean, I fucking share a wall with him - I usually know when he's got someone over. Oh god was one of them you one time and I had no fucking idea?!" He asked, disgusted at the idea of it.
"No, if you were in we were not doing that... Brick, you're right, okay? I know you're right, I really really did not want to hurt you. I knew it would and.. I called it off with him. Because I spent the night with you, and we spoke about things for once, and I guess it brought back all the good things about you." She murmured.
"I don't know. I don't know if I am ever going to be able to deal with this Blossom. Imagine finding out I've been sleeping with Buttercup or Bubbles for a year!" Brick said.
"Imagine walking in and finding a colleague on top of me." Blossom bit back.
"I'd rather that then walk in and find you underneath my brother!" He sniped.
There was a pause as they stared at each other.
Brick sighed and shook his head. "To think that there was me thinking, I don't know - thinking something might happen between us now. That we might be able to make this work, when you've been with him all this time."
"You really thought that just because we ended up sleeping together, we would end up back together?" Blossom asked, her voice soft.
"You didn't even consider it?" Brick asked, his eyes a little hurt.
Blossom sighed now. "Of course I did."
They watched each other for several moments. "I don't know if I could ever get past this." Brick said heavily.
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