I don't have a choice/But I still choose you
'You have 3 new messages. First message, today at 2.47pm, BOOP! "Hi Blossom, it's Bubbles, look can you just pick up? I haven't seen you in forever, and I have so much to tell you… I miss my sister! Please call me back as soon as you can, I just want you to know that you have nothing to worry about. Really, you don't. Just call me back okay? I love you, bye." BEEP! Second message, today at 4.02pm, BOOP! "Blossom, this is getting fucking boring now. It's been like 3 weeks since I've seen your face, and if you tell anyone I said this I will kill you but - I kind of miss you, so just stop hiding away and come see me and your nephew. I'm sure he'd love to hear some gory hospital horrors, just nothing too imitable. And look, about Butch - I know you think it bugs me but, whatever - who cares if you slept with him - it's a mistake we have both now made. Don't worry about it, okay? Just call me. BEEP!'
Blossom couldn't help but smile at her sisters' messages as she placed her purse down on the coffee table. She perched on the edge of her sofa and listened to the remaining message.
'Third message, today at 5.35pm, BOOP, "Hello Blossom, it's your father. I hope you're doing well. I'm just calling to check in, again. I miss you. I also just wanted to let you know that OF COURSE you are welcome at the Christmas party this year. In fact I'm expecting you to be there and I will be devastated if you don't turn up. Christmas is only two weeks away, I refuse to let you spend it alone. We love you. Call me. Bye sweetheart. BEEP!"
Blossom sighed. She really should at least call him. Of all the people in the world, the Professor would judge her the least. As cringy as the thought of talking to him about it seemed in her head, she knew he wouldn't and didn't judge her one bit.
To be honest, none of them had much to judge, it was up to her who she slept with. It was her own personal business. She just couldn't take the disapproving looks and knowing nods she expected. She felt she had dealt with them for far too long.
With a sigh, she flopped back on the sofa, placing her phone to her ear. She may as well get it over with.
"Utonium residence, John speaking."
"Hi Professor, it's me." Blossom answered from down the line.
"Blossom, hi, how lovely to hear from you - how are you?" The Professor cried, sitting up in his seat.
"I'm fine, thank you. How are you?"
"Oh I'm, I'm fine - better now that you've called, actually." He said, sipping his tea briefly.
"I'm sorry for not really contacting any of you. I guess I was just embarrassed. My entire personal life was literally thrown across Thanksgiving dinner." He could hear her cringing.
The Professor chuckled. "Buttercup did warn me against inviting Butch. I guess I like to think he's more socially developed than he really is."
"It's a simple mistake. But please, don't worry about who you invite to gatherings because of me. I just need to get my act together. But, I am - sort of. So don't worry. I'm fine." Blossom assured him.
The Professor sat back in his chair, tucking the phone receiver under his chin. "I don't know about that Blossom. Seems to me like your actions with Butch were a cry for help."
The other end of the line went silent. The Professor felt he'd hit the nail on the head. "Regardless of what it was, you should always know that your sisters and I are here for you, no matter what situation you're in."
"I know Professor, I do know that. I suppose I just felt ashamed. I won't hide away anymore. I promise." She told him, and he smiled warmly.
"Good. That's good to hear. We will see you at the Christmas party, yes?" He told her, rather than ask.
"Of course." She responded.
The Annual Utonium Christmas Party was an experience, to say the least. The Professor's family threw it every year, and since the year of her and her sisters' creation, Blossom couldn't remember Christmas without attending.
It was a grand affair of course, every year they hired a huge hall along the outskirts of Townsville, souped up to the extreme with tinsel, bells - if it was Christmas-y it was in there; and a huge banquet buffet of Christmas treats: turkey, stuffing, ham, Christmas pudding, even brussell sprouts!
There was music, there was dancing, and as Blossom opened the door to the hall, she couldn't help but be glad there was also alcohol, and restrooms to escape to. Hopefully that would make all of this a little less painful. She knew Brick would be there, and she also knew Butch would, regardless of their behavior at the last Utonium holiday event. Her father was much too polite to disinvite either of them.
A nostalgic, warm feeling enveloped her as she entered, taking in the reds, greens and golds of the Christmas deco, and she was reminded of when she was a child and just how excited her and her sisters would be to attend this party. But now, well she just felt sick…
The hall was almost full; plenty of family and friends were there, and her eyes clapped straight onto her sisters, stood by the huge buffet table with their partners, Boomer and Mitch.
Bubbles caught her pink sisters eye, and waved her over enthusiastically. With a slow inhale of breath, Blossom approached them.
"Blossom! Oh I'm so glad you came! I mean, the Professor said you would come but, well it's just that I called you like a billion times and didn't hear back, and it made me think you might not come tonight! And I mean, the Christmas party just wouldn't be the same without you here and -" Bubbles gushed, clinging to her sister excitedly.
"I think what she's trying to say is we're happy to see you. And I will add that I'd have headed over to your apartment and dragged your ass over here if you did flop on us." Buttercup interrupted, smiling at her sister.
Blossom smiled back at them both, visibly relieved at how relaxed her sisters were, especially Buttercup - she'd been unsure of how her sister really felt about the whole Butch thing, given their past. But they really were happy to see her. She began to wonder why she thought they wouldn't be.
"No, of course I was going to come. I couldn't let you all down again." She mumbled in reply.
"Let us down? Don't be stupid. So you slept with Butch. If I was going to judge you on that I'd have to judge myself on that fact too. Look, it's not the end of the world. Yes, it was stupid, but things'll sort themselves out." Buttercup replied, causing Mitch to cough loudly, reminding her of his presence. She ignored him anyway.
"You're our sister! We're here for good I'm afraid, regardless of how bad you screw up." Bubbles said, tucking a wavy strand of orange behind her sisters' ear.
"Thanks girls. Boomer, Mitch, it's nice to see you both. Sorry about erm, everything that happened at Thanksgiving." Blossom said, nodding at them both.
"No worries," Mitch said. "Seems like sleeping with Butch Jojo is a mistake the majority of womankind make."
Buttercup nudged him roughly in the chest, winding him.
"Not my girl." Boomer said, linking his arm round Bubbles' waist.
"Nope, Butch Jojo can't charm me." Bubbles said, nuzzling into her husband's chest.
"Butch Jojo couldn't charm a snake. He's just lucky." Buttercup commented dryly.
Boomer and Mitch became distracted by the buffet once more and moved along a bit, filling their plates. This left Blossom alone with her two sisters. She peered at Buttercup, eyeing her a little speculatively.
"Buttercup, are you sure we're okay?" Blossom said in a small voice. Buttercup cranked a brow at her.
"Yeah, we're fine. Why wouldn't we be?" Buttercup asked, an almost forced nonchalance to her voice.
"Because, I know how you used to feel about him. And it must be kind of, I dunno, upsetting, in a way. Or in the very least a bit weird..." Blossom tried to explain. But Buttercup brushed it off.
"Yeah, used to feel. Seriously, if I'm to get upset every time Butch Jojo sleeps with a woman I'd be a manic depressive by now." Buttercup said, and Blossom smirked lightly.
"I'm not just a woman though, I'm your sister. I shouldn't have -" Blossom began but she cut her off.
"Blossom, I more than anyone know what Butch can be like... How capable he is of reducing you to -" She stopped herself short. "Seriously, don't worry about it, okay? Yeah it's weird but, it's fine." Buttercup assured her. "It's done. I'm not mad at you. It was so long ago - it's fine."
Blossom felt her words were more sincere, so nodded, exhaling slowly. She turned and looked across the crowd, spying out who was here.
She saw her father and stepmother in one corner, various aunts, uncles, and other such family members. Butch was by the DJ, his arm slung round the waist of a tall brunette. She could have presumed he'd have a date. She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Annoyed he was there, not that he had a date.
She turned her gaze onto the bar in the other corner, where she saw a shock of red hair propped onto a bar stool, and her tummy rolled nervously. Brick was here.
"Yeah, we didn't think either of them would show." Bubbles murmured.
"Especially Butch. God knows why Kelly and the Professor invite him every time." Buttercup grumbled.
"Well, they're Boomer's brothers, he's just being polite." Blossom said, standing up for the Professor. If it were up to her, of course he wouldn't have been invited, but she knew both of them would have come along either way, Butch in particular.
Bubbles nodded. "I guess so. Did you patch it up with Brick?" She asked in a small voice.
Blossom shook her head, still gazing over at the redhead at the bar. "No. Not even a tiny bit. He said he said he can't move past it." Blossom's voice was sad and strained. Bubbles squeezed her sister's hand gently.
"I don't know how he can play the wounded good guy in all this after everything he's done." Buttercup muttered. "I mean, you managed to overlook what he did to spend the night with him? Yet now he thinks he can get high and mighty?"
Blossom shook her head and shrugged. "I think what I did was just as bad. Maybe even worse."
"There is nothing worse than cheating, Blossom." Bubbles said, stony faced. "I mean okay, I know Butch is linked to Brick, cos he's his brother, and you because he dated your sister -"
Buttercup rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, interrupting her. "We were together a very long time ago, okay? It wasn't like it was yesterday…"
"Right, so really, technically, you didn't exactly do anything wrong. You were single. So was Butch. And you were only single because Brick cheated on you..." Bubbles continued.
There was a small silence as all three of them looked at Brick with contemplative expressions.
"Anyway!" Blossom said, plastering a poor excuse for a smile onto her face. "It's Christmas, let's not bore ourselves with all my stupid drama's any longer. Anyone want a drink?"
As Blossom approached the bar, Brick shifted in his seat, revealing 3 empty whisky glasses resting in front of him. She cleared her throat, and Brick's back straightened; he recognised her instantly.
"Hey." She said in a quiet voice. Brick cocked his head to the side, looking her up and down, taking all of her in, but didn't respond. Blossom waited a few more seconds for a reply, but still didn't get one.
"Silent treatment?" She asked, now cocking her head at him.
He didn't react, just let out a gloomy sigh.
"Brick, please don't ignore me. I understand that you're mad, and upset, and you can't get past what I did - but can we at least get to a place where we can be civil?"
He gave her a withered look, and half shrugged.
"At least have the decency to answer me! I have been nothing but polite to you after what you did! I am never rude or nasty to you at a family event." Blossom said, getting a little irate.
"I don't have anything to say to you Blossom. I really don't. And every time I look at you, I just see you and him. I just see him touching you and, and being with you and I just, I can't." He muttered, looking completely disgusted. "And I wouldn't bring up what I did, it just makes it look even more like revenge with my brother. You were right, it's over for us. We were doomed from the start." He said, turning away from her and necking the remains of his fourth whisky on the rocks.
Blossom felt as if her heart had torn apart once again. Like he'd just ripped it out again, already battered and scarred, and stamped on it for good measure. She'd felt this feeling before. It was that fateful night that Brick had cheated on her. She knew then it was over. She didn't think it possible to feel that way again. She'd hoped she'd never feel that way again. To feel the unending feeling of a close, an impasse. Her breathing felt loud and ragged, and she felt like she might just be sick there and then.
But she didn't. She turned quickly, ditching her attempt to buy drinks and stalked away. In her angered, sorrowful stride, she crashed straight into someone.
"Watch where you're going Blossom." Butch said, his voice as leery as his expression. "What's wrong, Brick lost interest in you?"
Blossom glared at him. "Just leave me alone Butch. I mean it, you have ruined everything. At least before he would speak to me!"
"I know," Butch smiled scornfully. "It's actually worked out pretty great. He's all but patched it up with me, I mean he's not quite forgiven me, but he's talking to me now. Just as long as I don't mention you, we're golden. But you? Ha! He can't even look at you! And you deserve everything you get, thinking you can act like I took advantage of you! Like you were some poor, misguided damsel!"
"I think we both know you knew exactly what you were getting out of our scenario." She growled at him.
"Yeah, the exact same thing you were! You can't pretend that you went along with all this, oblivious to the fact that it would destroy him when he found out! He will never want you back now he knows you kept throwing yourself at his brother." Butch sneered at her.
"You've been poisoning him! You've been lying to him!" Blossom cried. She narrowed her eyes at him and lowered her voice. "You know perfectly well I was uncomfortable with this initially. You know I felt awful. You know you kept telling me it was fine! How he deserved this! Yet somehow I'm the instigator?!"
He laughed in her face. "You can keep on acting like you're the pity party in all of this, it doesn't matter. Brick knows what I've told him. Seems he trusts his own flesh and blood more than you. I'd get used to being alone if I were you - because I've won all of this."
"You've won?! Since when was this a contest?!" Blossom spluttered.
"Fuck knows. But I most definitely won! I mean, I had you at my beck and call for an entire year, and to top it all off - Brick blames you." He exclaimed, feigning extreme excitement.
Before she could think her hand snapped across Butch's face. He held his pink cheek and smirked, letting out a chuckle. Blossom was positively steaming.
"You may think you've won Butch, but you forget one little thing. Brick knows me. And he also knows you." Blossom hissed through gritted teeth.
Butch just smiled and shook his head as she walked away. He carried on to the bar and Brick grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt.
"If I ever see you speaking to her again, I will kill you. And that is a promise." He breathed dangerously, his eyes steady on Butch's. He'd caught most of their conversation, and it had further addled his thoughts.
Butch eventually managed to yank himself from his brothers grip, and took a step away from him. When he found himself a suitable distance from him, he smirked. "Chill out man."
"Hey Blossom! Did you have a nice Christmas?"
Blossom glanced around as a fellow doctor greeted her. She scooped up her charts and followed, shrugging her shoulders.
"Hi Tess. It was okay. Yours?"
"Oh it was great. My Mom makes the best stuffing in the world. Got any plans for tonight?"
Blossom laid the charts out at the nurses' station. "Party at my sisters. Although, I won't be getting there till 11ish, I get off at 10. What about you?"
"Evening in with Tom. Except we're celebrating the New Year at 1am, not 12, I don't get off till 12am. Are you okay? You don't look too great?"
Blossom glanced up at Tess with heavy lidded eyes. "Thanks Tess, way to pick me up when I'm down."
"Sorry! I just meant - you look a little peaky." Tess said, concern evident on her face.
"Oh it's nothing, just feeling a little nauseous, and tired." Blossom said, scraping a hand through her hair. A little nauseous was an understatement. She was yakking like there was no tomorrow. But she wasn't eating much either, which would explain the puking. She knew what all this was about though, she could narrow it all down to stress. It had definitely been a stressful couple of months.
"Maybe you should head home early. You know what they say, if you're not well you're no good here!" Tess said, smiling at her before heading back to her patient.
Blossom knew she was right, but she also knew her night was nowhere near over. Yeah, she only had half hour of her shift left, but she had Bubbles and Boomer's New Years party to attend, and after leaving the Christmas party early last week, she knew Bubbles would slaughter her if she didn't turn up tonight. She'd even forced Blossom into a shopping trip for an outfit especially.
10 o'clock rolled around quite fast, the perks of working in a busy, thriving hospital, and Blossom got ready in the locker room to bag some more time.
As she emerged in her little red dress and heels, her hair scooped up in a knot, she turned and bumped straight into a colleague of hers, of the name of Ethan.
"Blossom? Whoa, I -" He stammered, mouth hanging open.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." Blossom apologised, but Ethan interrupted her.
"No no it's fine! It's just that I - I barely recognised you! You scrub up well!" He cried, eyes still wide with surprise.
Blossom felt her cheeks redden slightly as she looked down. "Thanks, I think. I'm heading off to my sister's New Years Eve party…" Blossom answered awkwardly.
"Are you meeting a date there, or picking him up on the way or something?" Ethan asked, his neck flushing red at the question.
"Dr. Utonium! I've been trying to find you all night!"
Blossom turned, eternally grateful for Dr. Collins calling her name and saving her from a sudden admirer.
"I better go speak to him - catch you later Ethan! Dr Collins, is everything okay?" Blossom asked, the most eager to talk to the doddering old chief of medicine she'd ever been.
"Well, I wanted to tell you about a research project I have put you forward for. It is an Oncology project, based in Mandeville Hospital, you know the one, about 70 miles from here? Townsville General does a lot of work with Mandeville and I think you'd be thoroughly interested in this. I also think you'd be a big help to them. It starts on 10th February in the new year, and it's 3 months long, you'd be back in Townsville on the 8th May. It is a fantastic opportunity Dr. Utonium, I strongly advise you go for it. What do you say?" Dr. Collins asked, bouncing on his heels as he spoke.
Blossom blinked, flattered to be considered. "Wow, thanks Dr Collins, that sounds, as you say, like a fantastic opportunity. Can I get back to you?"
"It is all booked, and I have a back up option if you decline, but do try to let me know before the end of January." He replied, and she nodded and smiled.
"Oh I'll definitely let you know long before then. Thank you, Dr. Collins - have a good New Years!"
"Blossom! Oh my god I had a horrible feeling you weren't going to come!" Bubbles gushed, knocking her husband aside as Blossom came through their front door.
"Of course I am, I said I was going to didn't I? I just finished a shift." Blossom said, shrugging Bubbles off her.
"Jeez Bubbles let her in first." Buttercup muttered appearing behind her blonde sister.
Blossom looked at her sisters fondly. "You two look lovely."
It looked as though Buttercup had been subjected to a shopping trip too, as she wore a new black midi dress Blossom had never seen her in before, that also looked suspiciously 'in fashion'. Bubbles was her usual glamorous self, sporting a baby blue shift dress and extravagantly tall heels to match.
"Thanks Blossom! I told you that dress would suit you! Anyway, come in, come in, there's snacks and drinks in the kitchen diner, music in the lounge. Help yourself!"
Blossom instinctively followed Buttercup into the kitchen, and watched her fighting with Jay to stop playing with his food and eat some of it.
She looked at the huge array of food and nibbles spread out, and her stomach turned uncomfortably. No, she couldn't eat any of that… None of it appealed to her. She wandered over to the sink and got herself a tall glass of water.
As she made her way back to Buttercup and Jay, she couldn't help but notice the sheer amount of dancers that were there, all presumably from Bubbles' dance group. She also couldn't help but notice Butch drooling over half of them, chattering enthusiastically to a blonde girl in the corner of the kitchen. Blossom made every effort not to be noticed by him as she tutted to her sister.
"He is just unbelievable." Blossom hissed, about to gesture to Butch but Buttercup grunted in reply.
"Tell me about it. I mean, do you think her mother knows she's out? She's got to be like, at least ten years younger than us or something. Not that Butch cares. He is pathetic. Don't let him bother you tonight. Don't even let him talk to you." Buttercup said, pointing a breadstick at her sister with authority.
"I won't, I don't plan to go anywhere near him." Blossom agreed, giving him a tentative stare from across the room, hoping he would have the same approach that evening and just leave her be.
As she was looking at him, he just happened to glance up at that moment, and instead of the glare she was expecting, Butch just grinned and mouthed 'Jealous?' to her. Blossom frowned deeply at him.
"Good. Are you not drinking?" Buttercup asked, noting the glass of water in the redhead's hand.
"No, no." Blossom answered, taking a quick sip. "I've got work tomorrow. Plus, I can't stomach anything at the moment."
"It's stress, Blossom - you just need to chill out, and honestly? Forget about Brick and Butch Jojo. They are the last people you want to let make you ill." Buttercup said, glancing at Butch irritably.
Butch and her had never quite seen eye to eye since their relationship ended 8 years ago, and now she could see what he was doing to her sister, well, Buttercup would never consider him a friend now. Just someone she had to put up with every now and then, that used to mean a lot to her.
"I know, I know. Forgetting about the latter will be fine but, the first? I haven't been able to forget about him for almost 4 years now." Blossom said in a hushed voice.
"Aunty Blossom, have you seen anymore dead people?" Jay asked rather loudly, causing the entire room to look their way, including Butch, who looked at the eager looking young boy and smirked.
"Jay, seriously! Come on, it's almost midnight, let's go find your Dad and watch the countdown in the lounge. Bubbles said she had some big announcement to make anyway." Buttercup muttered, steering her son out of the room, Blossom followed them with a smile. At least her nephew thought she was cool.
"10! 9! 8! 7!" Everyone chanted, counting down the last 10 seconds of the year.
Blossom was stood in Bubbles' large living room, with Buttercup, Jay and Mitch. Bubbles wasn't far, and neither was her father and stepmother. Brick was across the room, slouched on the sofa, a whisky in his hands.
She suddenly had a flashback of how happy he used to appear. How 5 years ago from now, he'd have had his arm around her, and he'd have been smiling, joining in the countdown. They'd have kissed at midnight, and started the New Year together.
But neither were smiling now, and Blossom was concentrating on him too much to be counting down.
Jay grabbed her hand and yelled "Happy New Year Aunty Blossom!" He hugged her fondly and kissed her cheek. Blossom smiled, kissing him back.
"Happy New Year Bloss!" Mitch said, planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Happy New Year Mitch." She mumbled, smiling.
"Make this one a good one yeah?" He smiled back.
Everyone began to chatter happily, welcoming each other to a new year together. A slim, pretty brunette was sitting next to Brick on the sofa, chatting animatedly to him. He wasn't even looking her way.
The sudden sound of a spoon chinking against a glass quieted the crowd, and everyone turned in Bubbles and Boomer's direction.
"Happy New Year everyone! So, Boomer and I have an announcement to make!" Bubbles chirped happily, glancing at her husband warmly.
"Erm yeah, well, most of you will know that Bubbles and I have been trying for a baby, and erm, well we -" Boomer began rather nervously.
"I'm pregnant! We're having a baby!" Bubbles yelped excitedly. There was a roar of excitement and a rush of friends and family to Bubbles' side.
Buttercup and Blossom stayed put, looking at each other with joyful expressions, happy for their sister. They waited for her friends to stop jumping up and down and squealing.
Boomer cleared his throat. "Thanks everyone, the baby is due 3rd September, and we're both really, really excited."
The music resumed, and so did the drinking, dancing and celebrating. The Professor and Kelly were beyond ecstatic to be welcoming their second grandchild in September, and were clinking glasses with the happy blonde couple.
"Congratulations you two." Blossom smiled serenely at her sister and brother in law. "I'm so happy for you."
"Thanks Blossom, I'm so glad it happened, I started to wonder if something was wrong." Bubbles cried, grinning all over.
"So how far gone are you?" Buttercup asked.
"About 5 weeks, real early stages." Bubbles said, patting her flat tummy. "We just decided to announce it now.. I know you're supposed to wait but, I'd rather people knew and then if the worst happens I've got so many people around me for support you know?"
"Fair enough.. Any morning sickness yet?" Buttercup queried again.
"No, nothing actually, I've been lucky so far, but I guess it is really early days."
"You were puking for like the first 6 months." Mitch said, nudging Buttercup.
"Don't remind me. It's such a wonderful time!" Buttercup's voice was laced with sarcasm.
"Well, I'm looking forward to every minute, even if I am puking! Would you like some champagne to celebrate?" Bubbles asked, brandishing a bottle from the coffee table.
Everyone obliged enthusiastically, except Blossom, who still had her water.
Buttercup explained that Boomer's brother's were making her ill, Boomer giving her a sheepish, almost apologetic look.
Blossom smiled at him and shook her head, dismissing the idea it was somehow his fault because he was related to them. "I'm fine, it's just stress. Not only is my work stressful, but so is my life."
"I think you need this 3 months somewhere else." Buttercup said, sipping fervently.
"3 months somewhere else?" Bubbles quipped, intrigued.
Blossom told her about the placement project, and Bubbles looked a little crestfallen.
"It would probably be a good opportunity." Blossom sent a confused look her blonde sisters way; she could see she looked upset.
"Are you gunna go?" Bubbles said in a small voice.
"I don't know yet." Blossom answered; she still hadn't quite made her mind up.
"You'll miss the first trimester of my pregnancy…" Bubbles said sadly.
"Bubbles, it's fine, just as long as she's around when the baby's here, surely that's all that matters?" Boomer chipped in just in time, putting a smile on his wife's face.
"I think it's the best thing for you, to get away from Brick and Butch for 3 months. Come back with a clean head and new outlook." Buttercup said, just as the aforementioned approached Boomer and Bubbles to congratulate them.
"Congratulations man." Butch said, patting his blonde brother on the back.
"Never thought it'd be you to be a Dad first of the three of us." Brick added, squeezing Boomer's shoulder. "I always placed that position on you, Butch."
Buttercup, who'd been sipping some champagne, choked on it, spluttering everywhere unceremoniously. Butch gave her a troubled look, but then resumed to his brothers, rolling his eyes.
"Well let's face it, he's the only one of the three of us likely to ever get to be a Dad." Butch said, eyeing Buttercup as she caught her breath, Mitch patting her back. Once she regained control, she glared at him.
Brick nodded. "True. Can't say I honestly desire a family now."
Blossom's smile faded as she overheard their conversation. He used to want kids. In fact, it used to be Blossom delaying it due to her training to be a doctor. She'd wanted to finish that first, and then it just never happened.
Probably for the best considering how things panned out.
It was funny how things changed. After watching Brick talking with his brothers, Blossom decided she quite liked the thought of getting away from Townsville for three months.
r&r (: