Red... Brick X Blossom.. **Requested**.. By Dark Angel 91398..

A/N: So, a friend of mine Pmed me and asked me to do a oneshot about Brick and Blossom. Naturally, I obliged. So, here you are, EmoAngelAlien!~

Chapter One: Crystals..

Brick hated not being able to fly on cold, snowy days. He loathed it more than he did detention or than he did having to watch the good life fly by his red eyes.

Though he would never admit it, Brick often thought about the one thing that kept him going. He hated that one thing, despised it with a passion. However, he thought about that object of loathing more than he'd like to admit and it made his stomach turn as he imagined it.

Or, rather, her. Yes, Brick was once again thinking of his pink-eyed, red-bowed counterpart. Blossom had been on his mind a lot lately and Brick wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe it was because she had matured a lot. Maybe it was because she was a bit more friendly to everyone.

He didn't know and he hated not knowing. It drove Brick wild, not being sure why he was thinking heavily about Blossom lately and the taste of her name on his tongue made chills run down his spine.

Brick sighed as he watched the sky blur into a messy tangle of gray and the snow started to fall. Brick dreaded the falling of snow. Sure, it was pretty to look at and one could use it as ammunition to toss at a certain girl, but it was cold. Brick hated the cold.

His elemental power was, after all, fire and the heat diminished in the bitter frost of the cold. He frowned, wishing he would have had a jacket or maybe even an umbrella, and sighed as he heard footsteps behind him.

Brick wasn't sure why, but he was hoping it was Blossom. The thought of her made his face warm and his stomach curl pleasantly. He bent down with the intent of pretending to tie his shoe and the footsteps slowed down as they approached him.

The steps sped up quickly and Brick watched as a certain someone with a large, red bow scurried by him without stopping. His blood red eyes watched her escaping form and lingered on her long legs.

Brick mentally smacked himself. She was his enemy. It had been that way since day one and it would stay that way until, well, the end of their lives. It had to, right?

Regardless, Brick stood up and rushed up to Blossom, who had her face buried in a book. She didn't regard his presence like he had half-hoped; she ignored his existence like he was a ghost.

"Hey there, Pinkie. Whatcha readin'?" Brick grinned in fraud politeness.

Blossom kept her eyes on the words, her rose pink eyes skimming left to right, and didn't even spare the red-eyed teen a glance. Shockingly, Brick felt a pang of hurt in his heart at the way she was blowing him off. Why it felt like his heart was a dam ready to burst, he did not know. He did know that he disliked this book.

Disliked this stupid book for making Blossom ignore him. The book was evil. He decided that right there and then. Stupid, arrogant book! How dare it steal Blossom's attention away from him!

Books were pure, unholy evil. Especially this one.

"Don't ignore me! I know you can hear me!" Brick growled.

No response.

"Blossom! Stop ignoring me!" he commanded.

She blinked and he watched as the snow that had clung to her eyelashes drifted off. Oddly enough, Brick thought that maybe, just a tiny bit, that she looked pretty with snow around her. Or, maybe, the cold was getting to him.

"Bossy Blossie!" he yelled.

Blossom sighed, but didn't reply to the childhood nickname. This was starting to wear his nerves down; she never ignored that name. Nope, it was a name she despised because of him.

He felt like grabbing that godforsaken book and throwing it, as far as he could, down the street. That book was eviler than he was and Brick didn't like things eviler than him. Especially things that didn't breathe or live.

Brick sighed, stuffing his cold hands in his pockets, and shivered in the cold air. Damn, if he had a jacket! Damn the cold!

He let out another exhale of air, watched his frosted breath dance in the wind, and peered at the book from over Blossom's shoulder. He felt like laughing at the book once regarded evil. Romance. Of course.

She hadn't minded his reading from on her shoulder until she felt it, the annoying shivering of Brick Jojo. Blossom forced herself away from the book and glanced at Brick. He didn't have a jacket or gloves or a scarf. Given, he did have a hat, but what would a baseball cap do against the snow?

Why was Brick such an idiot? She glowered at him and noticed it. How close his face was to hers. Despite the fact it was Brick, Blossom blushed. Since when did he get so...? What word was it? Not pretty.. Not gorgeous.. Handsome.

Since when was Brick Jojo handsome? She knew he had had a lot of girlfriends, all the high school girls fawned over him all the time, and he was popular unlike her.

But, since when was Brick handsome?

She pursed her lips in irritation and after moments of thinking, shook her shoulder. Brick, whose head had rested on that shoulder and was kind of dozing off on his feet, blinked and his eyes flashed to her.

"What do you think you're doing?" Blossom demanded, glaring at him.

"Reading a book, Ms. Untonium." Brick snickered, mocking the way she would talk to teachers.

"That's not what I meant." she sighed irritably. "Why are you so close to me?"

"Why are you reading a romance when you complain that they're shit?" he retorted.

Blossom's face flushed red. She had said that multiple times in school, but Brick had never paid attention. Or, at least, she hadn't expected him to.

"W-Why are you stalking me? And where's your jacket?!" Blossom demanded angrily.

"It's not stalking if we walk the same route and I forgot my jacket at school." the villain shrugged. "It's not that cold anyway."

The pink-eyed Puff rolled her eyes at his attempt to be masculine. She could see the goosebumps on his skin and the way he shivered. She unbuttoned her black trench coat and Brick froze immediately.

"What the hell are you doing?" the evil ginger demanded, face turning red as his thoughts turned a little more than PG-13.

"Brick, would you kindly shut up?" Blossom huffed with the last slip of a coat button. "Wear this. You'll get sick out in weather like this."

Brick blinked blankly as the super heroine shoved her jacket towards him without so much as a glance. If anything, she was ignoring him and.. Was she blushing? No, it was the cold; it had to be! Regardless, he reluctantly grasped it and merely stared.

"Aren't you going to get cold?" the red-eyed Ruff frowned.

"Not at all. Technically, I don't need a coat. Why would I with being able to control the cold and heat?" the girl pointed out. "I mainly wear my jacket so people don't ask questions."

".. Why are you giving me your jacket anyway? We hate each other and everything else. I doubt it will even fit me." he scowled.

"It's too big for me." she shrugged. "My friend gave it to me for my birthday as a gag gift. Just see if it fits a little."

Brick felt like laughing at the redhead with her powdery red cheeks, but ignored the feeling and took the liberty of slipping the jacket on. To say he wasn't surprised when it fit would be a lie; he was shocked. He was grateful under everything though.

"It fits." Brick said. "What are you doing out here anyway?"

"I could ask the same of you." the pink Puff retorted.

"I was wandering." he shrugged, lying. He had been beating up some kid from his Civics class for personal reasons. Mainly involving Blossom being a "hot babe".

"I was at the library, reading to the little kids." she smiled.

The thought of the youngsters made Blossom smile and Brick knew it. He could tell by the way her eyes were sparkling like diamonds and the way she was smiling. He wished he could be happy over the stupid, simple things like she could, but he knew it would never happen.

The word "library" made Brick's red eyes wander back down to the book that was left forgotten in Blossom's cold hands. Why was she reading this anyway? She didn't need it, she supposedly didn't like it, and she was pretty enough to be living the goddamn thing. He read the next page:

"He leaned in a little closer. 'Too close, sweetheart?' Gregory asked wickedly. 'Way too close. You know, I'm not popular like you and your friends, right?' Helena sighed as she pulled away. 'Hey, Elena? I don't give a fuck.' he laughed."

"'Why not?' the brunette asked honestly. The smirk on his face grew as he wrapped his arms around her. She tried not to notice when his face was closer and he set a leg behind hers, pulling her in slightly. 'Rules are made for everyone BUT me, porcelain doll.' Greg smirked."

Hell, Brick could do those things if Blossom wanted him to! She closed the book, tucked it under her arm, and he wondered what she was doing. The alleyway up ahead was probably a shortcut for her.

Brick impulsively stopped the redhead and she looked at him with a quizzical expression before he embraced her with a grin. She blinked and her muscles went taut, feeling his form against hers. This wasn't Brick behavior.

"Brick? What are you doing?" Blossom frowned confusedly.

Brick smirked and ignored her. His hand trailed up to the girl's face where he cupped her chin, tilting it upward. She shifted awkwardly. A foot of hers was placed back and his foot was planted behind hers, his leg wrapping around hers. He could top that fake romance shit.

"Don't you worry about me." Brick smiled sweetly.

"How can't I? You're acting weird." Blossom stammered with heat rising into her cheeks.

She felt the pink heat in her cheeks burn bright red as his lips came closer to her lips and she shivered. Brick knew it wasn't the cold; she was nervous or eager or some other emotion. His eyes closed and her eyes widened when he kissed her.

Blossom froze and her heart was pounding under her long-sleeved shirt. Her eyes closed briefly and opened again. Brick was a good kisser and she knew she wasn't. Blossom wasn't because she only had one and Brick made her nervous. She gingerly planted her lips against his and pulled away as fast as she could, yanking away from the Ruff.

Blossom ran the rest of the way home and Brick noticed how her bow had fallen as well as the book.

AUTHOR NOTE: I had a deadline, so, EAA, I apologize for this ending the way it did!~ If anyone wants this to be a story, tell me (Especially a certain person! **Cough, cough**)