Blossom:

He was doing it again. It was sickening. I couldn't bear to see him do this. I had to say something. But, I knew I couldn't. He might start a rampage. Again. I sigh as I watch him. My dear Brick.

"Brick?"

He stops his inhaling and looks at my direction. Twirling a piece of my long red hair, I ask, "When is this gonna end? The cocaine. I miss you at night."

I was wearing only a long button-down dress shirt as I sat cross-legged on the rotating chair. We were in his small apartment building. He growls at me. I jump back a bit then closed my mouth as I pouted.

"Damn, Bloss! I miss you too. But, I have to do this! It's my refuge! If you can't handle it, then get the hell out!"

"If you really miss me, you'd stop."

He storms over towards me and says, "What did you say? I didn't quite hear you..."

I knew not to answer that. He was high and I didn't want to anger him any longer.

"Nothing."

"That's what I though."

He sits back down and keeps sniffing his cocaine and sighs deeply. I sigh as I go into the kitchen.

Brick, you're a demon...but I'm afraid to leave you. You need me as much as I need you...I know it.

I take a deep breath in as I go back in there. I demand his attention. Good girl, I was...but I need love. He needs love too. I go over close to him. Feeling on him and massaging his shoulders. Snuzzling his neck.

"Get off, Bloss."

I didn't.

"Bloss...I mean it."

I kiss his neck and I wrap my legs around his torso. Looking him dead in the eye.

"Bloss. You're a bad girl."

"You love me."

"I do."

He grabs a hold of my waist as he kisses my lips. Feeling intoxicated into my sweet lips, he was. I knew it from the look of his eyes that he was getting himself attached to me. As he was about done unbuttoning my shirt, there was a knock on the door. I get up to open it while buttoning my shirt. As I open it, I frown as I saw that it was one of Brick's smoking buddies. Shit.

"Hey, Marty."

Marty grins at me, smoothing his greasy black hair and says, "S'up, Bloss? Lookin' hotter than usual..."

I frown. God, did I wish that Brick would shut him up! But, he doesn't.

"Yo, Marty...", Brick says as he gets up to high-five him. Of course. I sigh as I go to the kitchen. I hear them talking and swearing up a storm. It was so irritating.

"Yo, Brick. Lemme get some off your hands."

"Sure. Let's smoke like crazy."

I cringe at that.

"Brick.", I say as I come out of the kitchen.

"Bloss, go get me and Marty here some beers, will ya?"

I sigh. "Ok."

I turned and opened the fridge to get them beers. I glare at Marty, who was staring at my waistline. Growling, I went to Brick's bedroom, laying upon his bed. I cry to myself.

Oh, Brick. Why...? You know. I know. We both need each other. I need to leave...but I can't. I can't leave you. Not yet...

I hear a crash from the living room. I run to the sound and I see the both of them laughing. They were stoned. Great...

"C'mon, you two. Can you two be any more annoying?"

Brick glares at me as I try to clean up the broken lamp pieces. I glare at him back. He was a dick, but I love him. Even though he drives me crazy. As I went to throw the broken pieces, Marty grabs a hold of my waist and beckons me on to his lap. I slap him away, saying, "Get off, you perv! I'm not yours."

Marty was eyeing me and tells Brick, "Yo, Brick. Tell your bitch to let me get some."

"You heard him, Bloss."

"Are you serious?! No way!", I yell.

How dare he sell me off like that?! Marty was a pun and Brick is the master. I should say something. And I do.

"Brick. You're a jerk! How are you gonna sell me off like that?! You're my boyfriend! I'm yours….not Marty's."

Brick gets up in a disorderly manner, laughs at me and says, "You're a fuckin' prissy bitch, ya know. You can't be a good little girl. Shut up and give him what he wants..."

I couldn't believe my ears...was this the Brick I know? No. No. No. Marty was eyeing me with a lick of his lips and says, "C'mon, Blossom."

I cry silently as Marty beckons me to Brick's room as I was giving him sex into my boyfriend's apartment while Brick himself, was smoking and drinking his misery and demons. He was a fucking jerk...but I love him...