A/N: It's been a while, and I miss the writing scene, and after being forced to write for English...and English Extension (Agh!) It's a relief to finally do something I wanted. (: It's just a one shot, I thought I'd have some fun with it to try and warm myself up, I've been a bit unsatisfied with my vocabulary lately, so I apologise in advance if I kill you with words (;

I guess you can sort of look at it as a prequal to 'Before I Forget', which I am working on btw! :) "Feeling this" (song by Blink 182) Just fit in, and gave it a bit more 'innocent/forbidden teenage love' feeling, you know?

Feedback greatly appreciated

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I got no regret right now (I'm feeling this)
The air is so cold and low...

A dark figure stood in the darkness, his slouched figure bathing in the moonlight as he watched the house in front of him intently, his eyes searching for any way inside.

The house was a clean two storey structure, its white paint illuminating slightly against the night sky. Its roof was flat, and there were 3 circular windows in the upper storey. The figure frowned, stepping forward apprehensively. Of course, the house didn't interest him too much.

It was whose inside that interested him.

A smirk suddenly appeared on his face as he thought of her. Those long, tanned legs seemed etched in his memory, that long red hair always appeared on his mind, and that angelic, sweet face that always seemed to shine with pure radiant beauty, as if she were a goddess, not a seventeen year old girl.

He tilted his head to the left, craning his neck so he could see the tall, sturdy oak that appeared in their front yard. Its branches were wide and strong, stretching out to the house. Close enough to the window. His smirk widened in the darkness. He'd always been a good climber.

Let me go in her room (I'm feeling this)
I wanna take off her clothes...

Blossom watched her reflection in her mirror as she glided a brush through her long hair. It was so long she could almost sit on it. She sighed, thinking back to school that day. It had been a regular school day, if it weren't for him staring at her all day. It was typical of him, he was so silent, so obnoxious, such a smart ass, she was so sick of it. He looked down at every body with those solid, daring red eyes. And just when she thought he'd leave her alone, he drops that on her, in front of everyone. Why did he strive to embarrass her so much? What did she ever do to him?

She slammed her hairbrush onto the desk with a lot more force than intended and she jumped. Her digital clock on her bedside table read 10.42pm, way too late for her to be up.

She sighed again, sprawling out onto her pink bedspread, staring up at her bedroom ceiling. She blinked, trying not to think of what the Professor would say if he found her awake at this hour. She grinned, thinking of how, despite 10 years passing, the Professor was still as protective of his three girls now as he was when they were first created. But back then, they were saving the world.

Blossom rolled over, her chin in her hands. Sometimes she missed those times, that excitement. Sometimes she missed having powers… she remembered back to when her and her sisters wished for a normal life, now she just wanted her old one back. The old one seemed so much more…. Exhilarating.

And him. She wrinkled her nose. Him- and his brothers. They were equals now, no more good vs. evil, just school mates, regular teenagers. How…

Boring.

He watched her through the glass, his eyes scanning her body closely. She moved so gracefully, so smoothly. Every movement was like a masterpiece. He watched her, watched the way her eyes narrowed at her reflection in thought, her hand gracing the handle of her hairbrush delicately. She stood and lay out on her bedspread, looking up at the ceiling. She sighed, her body rising with the motion. His teeth scraped against his bottom lip as his eyes followed her. It was like… she was waiting for him.

She rolled over, her face now looking toward her bedroom door. He gripped the branch he was clinging to as his eyes fell on her long tanned legs that seemed to go on forever, before reaching the tiny pink mini pajama shorts she was wearing. Seeing the back of her thighs was enough to drive him to smashing the window before him so he could jump on top of her. He wanted her.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out and rapped his fingers on her window. The cool glass felt familiar under his fingertips. The girl stiffened, her head turning slightly in confusion. He tapped his fingers on the glass again, a smile already appearing on his lips when he thought of the look she would give him once she finds him outside her own bedroom window.

She rose, frowning. She could have sworn she heard something, a faint rustle, a small tapping. She frowned, shaking her head. She had to get some sleep, it was way too late…she had a test to study for-

A gasp caught in her throat as she turned.

Him.

He smirked as he sat perched outside her window, his fingers spread across the glass. He was hunched over, sitting on the branch of a tree outside her house. Her hands balled into fists as she thought of what he'd seen. How long had he been there?

She shook her head in a hard, forbidding way. What if the professor saw him out there? What would he think? What if her sisters saw him too? They would flip, Buttercup especially would…Bubbles would think they were-

She pointed, frowning, indicating him to go anywhere…anywhere, just not here.

Go away…She thought, wishing he could read minds. Please go away.

His smirk widened as he shrugged, making no move to leave his place. She snarled, straightening her shoulders and walking over, fists still balled in anger.

She knelt on her window box, which had a big pink fluffy cushion on it to pad her knees, and slid open the window slightly, her eyes narrowed and fierce. They no longer looked angelic and inviting. They looked pissed. He sniggered.

"What" She snarled, her voice almost venomous. "are you doing here?"

"You know" His voice floated to her as he shrugged, trying to appear casual. "Just…hanging around."

"Ha ha." She bit, trying to fight the urge to punch him. Instead she rested her hand on the window frame protectively. She swallowed, casting a nervous look at the two windows that rested near her, that she knew belonged to her sister and father. She gulped.

"Can I come in?" His voice knocked her harshly back into reality as a smile spread across his smug face. "It's kinda uncomfortable out here."

Her mouth fell open, and Brick had to smile at her sweet innocent shocked look. He loved how he could shock her.

"Have you…" She rasped, looking at him angrily, but still maintaining the silence. "Have you…lost your mind? What the HELL are you doing here?"

He shrugged again, unable to think of a witty, yet believable comeback.

"You have to leave" She said simply, looking up at him fiercely. He looked back at her. It was as if he could see straight through her, that weak statement. Somewhere, somewhere inside her, he could see, she didn't mean that.

He scoffed. "I can't."

Her brow furrowed as she hesitantly looked towards the hall, where she knew the door opposite her room held her other sleeping sister. If they wake up and find-

"Why not?" She demanded, her grip tightening on the wooden window frame.

"I have to talk to you" he said, his voice almost pining as he issued her a sly grin from his branch. "Please."

Her mouth twisted in protest as she looked up at the nemesis before her. No, they weren't nemesis's anymore, just…school mates. Regular…teenagers.

She thought of what he would do if she protested, and regretfully she released her grip on the window frame, allowing him entry to the room she held so sacred. His smirk, if possible, grew even wider as he silently slid from his watch post and stepped into her room. She slid the door closed immediately, as if hiding the evidence that he came in here at her invitation.

Somehow he fit in, his presence was somehow welcomed. He was still wearing the same clothes he was wearing at school that day- long navy jeans and a red t-shirt, with a black, zip up hoodie. His hair was messy, and still had traces of bark and leaves stuck in it from climbing up the oak in her front yard. He looked around her room, his eyes wide with interest. A grin was still on his face as he looked around, his face glowing triumphantly.

She stared, wanting to wipe that smug grin right off his face. He stared back, his eyes trailing from her long tan legs, hips, waist, chest and finally her face. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well?" She demanded, wanting to get this meeting over and done with quickly. "What?"

He smirked, digging his hands deep in his pockets and swaying backwards and forwards on the carpet. He seemed so at ease, despite being in the bedroom of a girl who appeared to hate his guts. She folded her arms across her chest, narrowing her pink eyes in warning.

"I just wanted to apologize about today" He said carefully, looking down at her sheepishly, but grinning all the same. "I wasn't meaning to-"

"What did you expect?" She asked, raising her eyebrows expectantly. You embarrassed me in front of everyone."

She flushed in memory, as she remembered the giggling, sniggering and laughter that surrounded her from her maths class as Brick stood in front of her, smirking smugly. She shook the thoughts out of her head.

"I didn't mean to" He sighed defensively. "It was just a question."

She rolled her eyes again, feeling stupid at letting him in for no good reason...again.

"You better go" She snarled at him, looking towards her door. "If my dad finds you here-"

"I'm not leaving until you answer my question" He stated, grinning widely at her.

"About what?" She murmured under her breath, attempting as much as she could to not look into his eyes. She felt him slide closer, his gaze steadily looking into her face in amusement.

"About…" He cooed. "Whether you'd ever allow me to escort you-"

"No" She snapped before he could finish. She didn't even want to look at him. She turned, fuming at her own vulnerability at his stupid charm. She thought back to fourth period, where he had cornered her in maths to demand the same request of her. She was mortified, her face felt as if it was on fire, and she was heavily reminded of that same feeling now.

"C'mon…" He smirked, following her slowly to the other side of the bedroom. "Just one date."

She rolled her eyes, her hand on the window frame threateningly. She sighed, the realizations she held so close to her now coming out into the open.

"Give it up, Brick" She told him, her voice strong and clear. "You don't mean that."

He tilted his head at her questioningly, a flaw in his strong face. "Suppose I do."

"You don't" She muttered, her arms crossing again. "You could date anyone in school and you choose your old nemesis? Your exact opposite? I don't believe it for a second."

She opened the window and nodded, indicating his exit. He paid no attention, he didn't seem to notice. He looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully and strode towards the bed, sitting on the pink bedspread casually.

"You know, Babe-" He began, clicking his tongue thoughtfully. Her toes curled against the carpet at that nickname. "You have a point."

Her eyebrows rose.

"Why would I wanna go out with you?" He muttered to himself, frowning, his blood red eyes deep in thought. "I mean, you're Blossom. Blossom Utonium, ex-leader of the Powerpuff Girls, Extraordinaire."

"Uh, yeah." Blossom said, torn between being relieved and being insulted. "Y-"

"And me, Brick-" Brick indicated to himself with his right index finger as he leant back on the bed. "Brick Jojo, ex-leader of the evil Rowdyruff boys, son to notorious villain, to go out with you?"

She seemed to wince at that obvious point and she found her knees shaking. Her lips parted. "We-"

He rose, still looking deep in thought as those flaming eyes watched her closely.

"Why would I…" He took a step forward, his face blank. "…Brick Jojo…" Another step towards her. "Want to take out you…Blossom Utonium…Only the hottest-"

A step.

"Smartest-"

Another step.

"Funniest."

He was getting dangerously close.

"Did I mention hottest-"

Blossom's back was suddenly against the door of her wardrobe.

"Girl that ever walked the earth…on a date?"

His face was suddenly inches from hers, his eyes boring into hers as his smirk reappeared. He leaned even closer, his lips brushing on her neck. She froze, unable to do anything else.

"You're right, Babe." He whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending chills down her neck. "Why would I want to date a girl like you?"

Blossom's lips parted, but no sound came out. Her hands went to the cool wooden door behind her as she tried to stand upright. Her legs were still shaking slightly, which only worsened as the boy in front of her pushed against her, closing the space between them. She sighed, letting out a breath of air she didn't know she had been holding. His body felt so warm on hers, as if they fitted perfectly, like a puzzle waiting to be solved-

"Go out with me" She heard him whisper into her ear.

Despite the position she was in, she couldn't help but feel the corners of her lips twitch into a smile at the slight pleading tone in his voice. She almost felt like requesting him to add 'please'.

Blossom felt his slightly rough, warm hand caress the side of her cheek. She opened her eyes as he directed her face to look up into his. His face was dangerously close to hers, their noses grazing each others. She swallowed, her mind free and clear of everything except the boy that was pressed against her, his hand on her cheek.

His lips found hers, his teeth brushing her lower lip.

"Go out with me." He repeated, his lips teasing hers as he spoke. She wished he'd back off and give her some air, but at the same time she wanted him closer, she wanted to take in his scent, feel him, taste him-

She felt his thumb on her chin, propping her mouth open wider. She closed her eyes, feeling his tongue snake its way into her mouth, licking her top row of teeth slowly. A noise escaped her throat in the form of a shuddering sigh and he smirked, his arms entwining around her entire form.

Blossom's eyes blinked open and she frowned.

What am I DOING?

She pushed against him, but suddenly she felt so tired.

"Stop it, Brick." She groaned, blinking. "This isn't right."

He frowned, his face darkening. He suddenly looked moody. "You don't mean that."

All she could do was shake her head. She couldn't do it, it was wrong to feel this way, he was a Rowdyruff Boy…

Not anymore She thought to herself.

His grip on her tightened, pulling her closer to him. "Babe" She heard him murmur. She felt his hand on her chin. "Babe. Look at me."

She opened her eyes.

"I can't keep doing this." She admitted. "I…can't."

"Me neither." He said, his voice a low rumble.

She almost smiled. She knew he hated not being in control.

"Why not?" He suddenly asked her, frowning. "Why do you keep avoiding me, Babe? I know how you feel…" He kissed her, a small kiss below her ear. "You know how I feel…" He switched, kissing below her other ear. "So why don't we make it…official?"

Her teeth gnawed at her lower lip. She could feel her cheeks aflame again.

"You know I can't do that…" She regretfully mumbled.

He gazed at her, his flaming eyes matching perfectly with her pink ones. He pressed his forehead to hers. "And what's the excuse this time?"

She suddenly smirked, a playful look on her face. It was time to put her insecurities at ease. "I would have thought you lost interest. You and Ashley today looked pretty chummy."

His face grimaced in sudden surprise at the comment and he pulled away, giving her a look.

"As if." He scoffed. "She keeps following me around. She means nothing. You know I don't-"

He caught sight of her triumphant expression and he scowled at her, hugging her tighter.

"Besides" He returned her smirk, his face mischievous and sulky. "What about you, and that moron, Daniel?" His eyes seemed to flicker in annoyance as he said it.

Blossom raised his eyebrows in reply, not returning his embrace. "Who?"

"That…guy in PE." Brick snarled, hugging her closer. "He keeps hitting on you."

"Oh…" She murmured back carelessly, her hand placed delicately on his chest. "You mean Dylan?"

"Whatever. I don't care." He scoffed.

She raised her eyebrows again, straightening. "I see…" She said sweetly. "You want to lay a claim on me publicly."

He looked back at her innocently. "That's one way to put it. I can't let anyone so much as think they have a chance at what I've got."

She grinned at his jealousy. For a while she had been on the edge, worried about the fact that he may be just using her, laughing behind her back about the "love" they had between each other. His jealousy was like a safety blanket to her. She needed any reassurance, sometimes she found she couldn't look in the mirror, sometimes she felt so used and neglected, torn between keeping her lust for Brick a secret and wanting to feel the love that any other normal teenager would be able to have.

The reactions of her sisters and her father…

The pleading eyes in front of her…

She sighed, resting her head on his hard chest. He smiled at her, lifting her chin so she looked up into his face.

"I love you Bloss" He admitted, holding her as close as he could. "I never want to let you go."

She looked up, biting her lip. She knew she loved him too, but could they really be a couple? What would everyone say, or think. She could just imagine the headlines.

"I love you too" She admitted, sighing.

"Then go out with me" He said simply, bluntly. She grinned, looking up at him.

"Or what?" She asked back, blinking those big pink eyes up at him. A lustful groan escaped his throat as she smiled innocently at him.

"You're getting cocky." He scolded before suddenly pushing his lips onto hers. She smiled against his powerful kiss, loving the tingling feeling passing between their lips.

She accepted the kiss, loving the way his teeth grazed her lips hungrily. She closed her eyes, deepening the kiss they shared between them. He gripped the back of her head and she grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer.

He obliged, lowering his hands to the small of her back, his fingers trailing the waistband of her shorts, hooking his thumbs into them. She opened her eyes and gave him a look, he replied with blinking at her innocently.

"What?"

Blossom smiled to herself as she felt him crawl towards her, making the bed tremble slightly. She sat cross legged on the edge of her mattress, trying to do the open physics homework in her lap. It was hard when he was behind her, nudging her back with his foot as he lay back on her bed, watching her closely. She smirked, swatting him away as he peered over her shoulder.

"Brick" She scolded, trying to sound angry. "You're distracting me."

"Well you're distracting me" He said simply, sitting behind her and wrapping his strong arms around her waist. She gasped, smirking. Blossom remembered the months ago where Brick would come over every now and then for "homework help". It took Blossom a couple of meetings to realise he didn't need help with his Chemistry homework at all.

She looked over her shoulder at him, glimpsing at his bare shoulders. His shirt lay sprawled on the carpet next to her bed.

"Why are you still here?" She asked in a hushed voice. He hugged her closer and she closed her eyes, feeling his body heat on her back.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked in her ear.

She sighed. "No."

He paused, chuckling. "Well there you go, then."

She shook her head, turning back to the homework in front of her. He kissed the back of her neck, his legs twitching impatiently in front of her.

"You like ignoring me, don't you Babe?" Brick asked her, leaning back. She frowned, taken aback at the question.

"No" She sighed, facing him. Her book fell onto the floor. She didn't seem to notice. "It's just…if my sisters, or the professor…ever found out-"

"They won't" He chuckled, creeping towards her again and breathing into her ear. "I promise."

She shuddered, his voice sending chills through her body. "How can you promise something like that?"

He licked his lips. "Like this"

He grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed, kissing her. She squirmed as he kissed her, his body now on top of hers, his fringe tickling her cheek. He raised his head and looked at her before she grabbed him and pulled him back down, continuing the kiss. It was like heaven to her, his kisses and his touch. How long had it been…2 weeks…3…since they were together like this…sitting in class, watching him, was torture. She needed him.

He ran a hand through her hair, loving the feeling of her lips on his. He had waited a long time for this, to be with her. He'd wanted her for so long-

The door flew open.

"Blossom it's 11'o'clock and you know the house policy on-"

The young lovers looked and a loud thump seemed to echo through the room as Brick promptly fell off the bed in surprise and a small "Crap!" followed. The Professor's eyes widened, sucking in a breath and preparing for the explosion at the sight of his eldest teenage daughter making out with some villain…on a school night!

"BLOSSOM!"

Fate fell short this time
Your smile fades in the summer
Place your hand in mine
I'll leave when I wanna...