We meet again

Part 30

Blossom POV:

Surprisingly, it's been easy to avoid Brick.

After Buttercup left during Lunch, Butch and I ended up in a comfortable silence.  He ended up taking a nap for the most of it, and I was able to read a few chapters of my book. It was nice having the presence of someone, but not being required to talk to them.

Halfway through lunch, though, he started making small talk. Talking about the clouds in the sky, then how cold it had gotten. Then he continued to ramble about my sister. It was rather odd I must say.

I've never met someone so prone to talking about Buttercup as one would talk about Bubbles. Heck, he's used adjectives I'd never associated with my sister. One of which being the word cute. My sister would of had his head had she known he'd called her cute.

He called Buttercup cute.

He has a death wish.

Well the bell rand and our odd conversation came to a close. I was only halfway listening though, my book was getting good. I did manage, though, to only expand my questioning on what happened yesterday before dinner. Obviously Butch had something to do with my sisters sudden... dare I say, shyness.

But, I don't have time to worry about that! Because the day came to a close and I had no choice but to go back to my dorm. I could really use the comfort of a bed... maybe even a shower. Or a bath.

After all my classes had finished, I went to a coffee shop to work on my assignments. But when the sun began to sink into a dark sky, I knew it was time I head home. Maybe, if I were lucky enough, Brick would be asleep or somewhere else entirely.

Upon reaching my dorm room, I made sure to put my books and bag away in my room before migrating to the kitchen. I was hungry, so I decided on making myself a bowl of cereal. Lucky charms were always a personal favorite.

I noticed this rectangular object, wrapped in brown paper sitting on the edge of the table. It was tied off with a pink ribbon and bow. It was rather cute, I must say. I wonder where it came from, and who it's for.

Tucked away under the bow was a small index card that said my name. I flipped it over in my hand and read a well thought-out paragraph.

Hey Pinky,
I know you know of Chemical Y by now. I also know that you've been avoiding me. I don't blame you, I've been trying to avoid you too. Listen, I'm real sorry. I was just looking out for your wellbeing... trying to at least. I heard that if you were to get angry, or develop any strong feelings, you had the possibility of turning into a world phenomenon. I figured that if I told you, you'd freak out, and Mojo's little lab experiment would be completed. So I didn't tell you. I get that you're mad at me. You have every right to be. I only found out yesterday night about Him's involvement. So I told the professor and he told me to wait on further instructions. I don't want to blame him for me not telling you. I had every opportunity to tell you, and I choose not to. That's on me. As a peace offering, or what I hope can be a peace offering, I got you a book.

—Brick

Needless to say, my eyes teared up a bit. He bought me a book as a peace offering. And he wasn't putting any blame on the professor, or anyone else. Used to, if we were still kids, he'd blame it on the first person he laid eyes on. I could tell by reading this little note, and by looking at the past few months, he has grown and matured so much.

With a heavy sigh I set the index card down and untie the bow, then work on taking off the brown paper. The book is beautiful. It's an old leather-bound cover with mismatched page lengthens. It has that old book smell to it too. Etched along the cover in a rose-gold foil is an elaborate design of cherry blossoms. There is not title to the book, only the picture. 

My heart melts just looking at it.

It's so beautiful.

I bring the book close to my chest and close my eyes. This was so thoughtful. And sweet. And...

"Gosh darn it." I wipe at a tear that traveled down my cheek. Here I was getting emotional over a book and note. It's not like he confessed his undying love to me, nor did he go and solve world hunger. He just apologized.

And bought me a book.

Ughhh! What is this guy doing to me?!

I gather up the courage to talk to him, and make my way over to his bedroom door. I knock lightly, then open when I hear a soft 'come in' from the other side.

Bricks sitting at his desk. When he looks over at me, my grip around the book grows tighter. "Umm...Hi," I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Hey..." His voice trails off.

"I, uhh... I think we need to talk."