Whoo, story time! Okay, this is my first story. I love the pairing BlossomxBrick and I just couldn't help but feel the urge to write a story about them! :3

This story is in an AU. No superpowers, no villains, no crazy evil monkies, etc. Real life. :P

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the PPG!

Jojo Household, 8:35 PM - Brick's bedroom.

(Brick's POV)

"BRICK! We haven't decided on what kind of cake to get for the wedding!" My fiancée, Berserk said as she snapped her fingers in front of my face.

"Huh- what?" I said, obviously not paying attention, "Just get whatever you want."

Berserk threw the catalog up in the air and hit me on the side of my head.

"Ow!" I yelled, rubbing the side of my head tenderly, "What the fuck was that for?"

"You've barely been paying attention for the past hour," Berserk said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Sorry," I said unapologetically, "My mind's just been elsewhere."

"Your mind is always elsewhere," Berserk sighed as she sat on my lap, putting her hand through my thick, red hair. "It's like you ignore my existence, and I hate it. Like you don't love me or something. Why did you propose to me then if you obviously don't care?"

"I do love you," I said, sighing, "I'm just stressed."

Jesus Christ, I'm such a bad liar. I don't love this hag at all. She was just there to fill the empty hole in my heart… the hole in my heart that has existed for the past five years.

Anyway, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Brick Jojo. I'm 27 years old, I'm 6'1", I have a six pack (Which the ladies do enjoy), and sharp, red eyes. Oh, and I'm the quarterback for the Townsville Tigers. We're a very big team when it comes to football. Anyway, I was drafted at the age of 22, just when I was about to graduate from college where I played college football. At that time, I was dating my then-girlfriend of nearly two years, Blossom Utonium. Man, she was hot as hell. Long, luscious red hair that went down her back, gorgeous pink eyes, nice ass, creamy, milky skin, and a heart of gold.

When I found out I'd be able to play for the Townsville Tigers, I was ecstatic. It was always my dream to play in the NFL. Even Blossom knew that. I wanted to bring her along with me, because I did love her and I did intend on continuing a relationship with her… but she didn't want to.

She said it would be too dramatic, or whatever. Always having to travel with me, and she still had to worry about school, considering she was two grades below me and all. Not to mention she had her own dreams to fufill.. she just didn't want to be known as some 'Football player's girlfriend'. I then realized that it wouldn't work out. What we both wanted would have clashed together, and it'd just be too much to handle.. and that's why we had to break up.

I really missed her, but I had to focus on my career. This was my dream and all. …But I couldn't stop thinking about Blossom. She was my first love.

Ever since we had broken up, I've just felt empty… I mean sure, I had my career going on for me, my brothers by my side, and Berserk, but Blossom had a huge place in my heart. And since that was gone, it's like I've been (literally) living with a hole in my heart.

I've had a few girlfriends here and there, considering I am hot and all, I mean, these hoes just can't resist me. Let me-wait, I'm getting off track here. Anyway, then a year ago, I had met my fiancée Berserk. She looked so similar to Blossom; long gorgeous red hair, pink eyes.. Well, they're a much darker pink, but you get the point. She reminded me so much of Blossom, I just had to have her.. but what Blossom had that Berserk didn't, was the ability to be compassionate, caring, patient, you name it. Not to mention Blossom was incredibly humble. Berserk was terribly high-maintenance, whiny, irksome, and a gold-digger.. but I just ignored that considering she was the closest thing to Blossom.. in appearance anyway.

"Well, don't get too stressed, you still have a football game to play this Sunday, and you need to get that check," Berserk said, grinning.

I sighed, motioned for her to get off of me, and I stood up.

"Look, it's getting late, you should get going," I said, not even looking at her.

"Late? It's only 8:45, Brick," Berserk said, frowning, "Plus, I wanted to give you a little treat tonight…" she said, as she stepped closer to me and began to unbutton my red and black flannel shirt.

Berserk unbuckled my dark brown belt and tossed it aside. She laid me down on the bed and started to kiss me roughly.

"Brick..." She whispered.

I moaned a bit in pleasure. Sure, I didn't really like being around Berserk, but I'm a man.. and I get horny.

"Blossom…" I whispered back, our tongues attacking each other.

Oh, shit, I done fucked up now. Did I.. just call her Blossom? I don't think I did... right?

"Blossom?" Berserk said, breaking away from my embrace, "Who the fuck is Blossom?"

Fuck, I did call her Blossom. I couldn't help but call her Blossom. Blossom was currently on my mind and.. not to mention, Berserk's striking physical similarity to Blossom didn't help much at all, either.

"Look, I didn't mean-"

Before I knew it, I was interrupted by a hard slap across my cheek. Damn, that hurt.

"I don't know who this Blossom bitch is, but I've had enough!" she said as she slapped me again, but this time so hard, I stumbled back a bit.

She reached to hit me again, but I yanked her by the wrist and said, "Shit, woman, I get it!"

"I just can't believe you called me another woman's name," Berserk said, folding her arms, frowning, "I want you to myself. I don't want you to say any other skank's name but mine, Brick."

I sighed as I sat back down on my bed, which was covered in red and black sheets, and crossed my legs. I simply wasn't in the mood to put up to put up with Berserk tonight.

"Look, I'm sorry, babe. Just go home, we'll talk tomorrow," I said as I started to put my belt back on.

"Whatever, call me when that Blossom chick is off your mind," Berserk spat as she grabbed her things and headed toward my bedroom door.

Berserk began to open the door when two tall figures fell down in front of her.

I rolled my eyes. So typical of Butch and Boomer to listen in on us while we were arguing. You know, for twenty-seven year olds, they still act like they're fucking five.

"Fuck," Boomer said, rubbing his side, "That hurt."

"No shit, Sherlock," Butch said, wincing in pain.

"Ugh! Excuse me!" Berserk whined as she stepped over my brothers and made her way down the stairs and out of our house.

Boomer stood up and dusted himself off, and when he finished, he looked at me and smirked. "Arguing yet again with the ice queen-whoops, I mean your fiancée?"

"Shut the fuck up," I hissed as my piercing red eyes glared at him.

Utonium Household, 9:00 PM - Living Room.

(Blossom's POV)

Finally, Bailey's asleep (at least I think so), Bubbles is at work and Buttercup's on the phone in her room.. Finally, some peace and quiet. For now anyway.

Oops! Allow me to introduce myself, for starters. I'm Blossom Utonium and I'm 25 years old. I'm 5'6" and I have long, auburn hair that goes down my back. I have a very curvy body, if I do say so myself. My daughter, my sisters and I all live in the town Riverside, which isn't far from Townsville. I work as a real estate agent here in Riverside.

Five years ago, when I was in college, I was dating this guy named Brick Jojo. He was fine. Tall, muscular, red hair that was around the same color as mine (that he always put in a ponytail), and he was just so handsome. Oh, and not to mention that award winning smile. Boy, it made me melt! We dated for nearly two years, up until the end of his senior year in college, while I was still a sophomore. He got drafted to play for the Townsville Tigers, and this was his big break. He was so happy… and I couldn't ruin his dream by telling him I was pregnant with his child.

If I had told him, he would have had to let go of his future to help me raise our child together. I couldn't do that to him. I cared about Brick too much. Sure, he was adamant, sometimes a douche, and irksome at times.. but, despite all of that, I loved him. And I wanted the best for him. He wanted me to tag along with him, but I was still in school, and the traveling would conflict with everything, and not to mention our baby that was on the way. Plus, I had my own dreams that I wished to achieve, too. I didn't want to follow Brick around just to be known as some 'Football player's girlfriend'. I had too much respect for myself. It just wouldn't have worked out. So we broke up.

So I never told Brick about our daughter, Bailey Marie Utonium, who I had during my junior year of college. My Dad, Ken Utonium, didn't want me to drop out of college (considering he had paid a whole lot of money to put me in this school) so he took care of Bailey most of the time while I finished school. Surprisingly, it worked out well.

So now I lived with my sisters, Bubbles and Buttercup, and my daughter Bailey, in a four-bedroom house here in Riverside.

"Mommy!" My four-year old daughter yelled as she ran up to me in her pink nightgown, holding her stuffed animal, Mr. Fuzzy.

"Bailey, what are you still doing up?" I questioned her, crossing my arms in exasperation.

"I need help with what I gonna wear for my first day of kindergarden tomorrow!" Bailey whined.

I rolled my pink eyes and sighed as I said, "Didn't I pick out your outfit for tomorrow? A pink dress with white stripes, with white sandals, if I recall."

"Ya, but I don't like it," Bailey said, hugging Mr. Fuzzy to her chest.

"Well, you better learn to like it, because that's what you're wearing, and that's final."

"But mommy!"

"No buts," I said, my voice stern, "Now go to bed. You're going to have a long day tomorrow, considering it's your first day of school."

Bailey's pink eyes, which she obviously inherited from me, went wide as her bottom lip started to tremble, and she started to hug Mr. Fuzzy even closer to her chest.

"That's no fair!" Bailey whined.

"Life isn't fair," I said, looking down on her, "Now off to bed."

"You're mean!" Bailey said, running off to her room.

I sighed as I plopped myself on the couch and turned on the television. I was sitting on the couch in a white tank top, pink pajama bottoms, and a pair of fuzzy pink bunny slippers. I was used to Bailey's usual tantrums, so it didn't bother me at all, to be honest.

"Hey, Blossom," my youngest sister Bubbles said as she closed the door behind her. She had just come back from work. Bubbles worked as a receptionist at the spa just around the corner.

"Bailey giving you trouble?" Bubbles said, raising an eyebrow as she put her car keys on the wooden center table, "I can see it on your face."

"The usual," I said, shrugging as I continued to flip through the channels, "I'm used to it though."

Man, Bailey reminded me so much of Brick. I mean, she mainly looked like me... pink eyes, very long red hair, albeit having Brick's nose. However, her stubbornness and persistence is what reminded me the most of him. It was quite scary.

"She'll get over it," Bubbles said as she loosened her ponytail and let her soft, silky, blonde shoulder-length hair fall down.

"Hopefully," I replied, "She has the ability to hold a grudge, like her father."

"Speaking of fathers…" Bubbles said as she took a seat next to Blossom on their black leather couch, "Do you think you'll ever tell Bailey about Brick? She deserves the right to know, Bloss."

"No," I whispered, frowning, "If I wanted Brick to know, then I would have told him. And you should speak lower, considering Bailey's in her room nearby and I don't want her to hear anything."

"Sorry," Bubbles whispered, "But Brick deserves the right to know."

"No, he doesn't need to know," I whispered back, folding my arms and giving Bubbles an icy glare. I was annoyed at her persistence. "Brick's life will be ruined if I do. Brick's at the peak of his career… I mean, he's the quarterback-"

"And he's engaged," Buttercup said, walking towards us, phone in hand.

"That too," I said sadly, looking down to the floor, "It'd be best for both of us."

"Well, he should-" Buttercup started, but I cut her off abruptly.

"Okay, let's drop it," I announced. I didn't want this discussion to go on. Brick was out of my life and I didn't intend on him barging back in.

"Well, I'm wiped out," Buttercup said as she put the house phone back on the receiver. "I'm going to go take a shower and then go to bed." And with that, Buttercup left the room.

"I'm going to go too. Night, Bloss," Bubbles said as she put a hand on my shoulder and looked into my pink eyes for a moment. She then stood up from the couch and went to her room.

I sighed as I turned my eyes to the television and watched the program that was on. My sisters were wrong. Brick didn't need to know.

"It'll be best for both of us," I said to myself.

Whoo, first chapter is over~

I know this chapter was a bit boring, but I just wanted to give y'all the background story and Brick and Blossom's POV on everything.

Reviews would be lovely :)