This is following the one-shot of Fell in Love at a Rock Show. The blossick point of view. It's angsty so read at your own risk, but the ending is semi happy.

Music Suggestion ((In order for each section))

Sign of the Times - Harry Styles

Impossible - Shontelle

Can You Hold Me - NF

Medicine - Daughter

They both were so tired, tired of screaming and crying and yelling. Tired of looking at the other as both an enemy and a lover. They couldn't remember what lead them here and they were scared of where they were going, because they knew after tonight, where ever they were going, it wouldn't be together.

"Well fuck, Bloss, look at the mess we've made.." The young man spoke, voice cracked and hoarse as he looked around the room.

She knew he wasn't talking about the glass and torn pieces of paper and the flipped over mattress. He was talking about the memories they've both made together and how each one was contaminated with all the fighting and words they couldn't take back.

She sniffled, harshly wiping her puffy eyes, "I've been accepted into Harvard.."

He glared at the ground, burning holes into a broken mix tape, he'd worked on for a whole week freshman year. He ignored her statement, the only acknowledgement he'd given was a slight flinch.

Tears still streaming down her red cheeks, "Did you hear me, Brick? I'm leaving and I won't be coming back!" He still stayed silent, his back facing her, which only drove her anger, "Do you EVEN CARE?! I'M FUCKING LEAVING, BRICK AND, AND WHAT?! WHAT?! YOU JUST-!" She hiccuped, as her heart fell into teeny-tiny pieces, "You just don't care anymore? Is that it? Or.. or did you never even care? About us.. about me.."

They both stood in silence before Blossom couldn't take it anymore and kicked the glass shards out of her way and left the motel room, slamming the door harshly.

Brick listened to her heavy sobs as she left, walking right out of his life. The door slamming right on the heart strings that connected them. And with that, his facade gave and he let out a harsh, choked scream and fell onto his knees. Deep, heartwrenching sobs erupted from his chest and whatever composure he was holding onto broke apart.

He wanted to get up and run to her, stop her from leaving and hold her till the end of time. He wanted this to be some kind of nightmare, so he could wake up with her, wrapped in eachothers arms. Mostly he didn't want to be the one to make her cry. That's what held him back.

He picked up the smashed mix tape, and stared at it harshly, forcefully blinking away his tears. He had been listening to it on the subway when he'd first met Blossom. She'd come in, teary eyed, make up smeared, hair tangled and in a pink knee length gown. She looked scared as she looked around the train cart and then she met his eyes. And he scooted over to make room for her. She sat next to him and he extended one of his earbuds. The rest was history.

He hugged it tightly to his chest and heaved forward, letting the tears and snot wash down his face. He felt hollow and guilty and sick and sad and broken.

* * *

Blossom speed walked away from the run down motel. She should of never stayed behind, she should of took her scholarship, back when she graduated highschool and left this god forsaken town. Except she didn't, she stayed. Stayed for her family and for Brick and look where it got her...

She harshly rubbed at her eyes and continued on her way, either home or to the nearest pay phone, whatever she reached first. Except a golden maserati pulled up next to her and an annoying voice she was very familiar with called out.

"Blossom Utonium? Is that really you?"

She glared at the floor before turning towards the very expensive car, "Princess Morbucks."

"What train crashed into you?"

Her eyes became daggers, "Just leave me the hell alone." Blossom turned and continued walking down the street.

Princess only drove slowly by her side, "You need a ride somewhere?"

Blossom froze, looking at the young heiress, "Yeah, and what do you gain?"

"Nothing at the moment, just a favor I can cash in later." She sent Blossom a small smirk before hitting the unlock button.

She thought for a moment, thought about being lost in some dumb town might end up in more heartbreak and how she was so ready to just go and get out of here. She realized that this was probably a dumb decision since she didn't really consider Princess a friend but grade school was over, had been for awhile and she figured she might as well set aside their differences.

She open the door, sliding onto the hard leather seat, feeling the warmth emanating from it. She just now realized how cold she was. Princess hit the gas, merging back into the traffic of the still bussling town.

"So, why do you look like shit? I heard you got into Yale or Harvard or some fancy university like that."

Blossom stayed silent and tense, words she wanted to scream remained trapped in her throat.

"That's fine, don't say anything. I'll guess," she hummed, before glancing at the defeated redhead next to her, "Have to stay home to help take care of your family again? But then why would you be out here... Oh I know what it was! You got into a fight with lover boy, didn't you!"

Blossom clenched her teeth tightly together and glared harshly at the other cars. "Shut up."

"Ohhh, hit a soft spot, did I? Guess that means I guessed right. Was it that he doesn't want you to go and live your life?"

"Just. Shut. Up! We're over if you just had to know! He doesn't give a damn about anything we ever had, apparently he never did, but it doesn't matter because I'll be long gone in a week! So just stop fucking talking, please!" A freshwave of new tears flooded her eyes and she glared at the city lights.

Princess nodded, "Fresh break ups are hard, but knowing you, you'll find someone better. He always was a brick head anyway. No pun intended." Blossom glared over at her with her wet eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I'm done talking with you."

They rode the rest of the way in silence and Blossom thought of what Princess had said. Maybe she would make it through this.. but hell if it didn't hurt so much.

* * *

He tightly clutched a bouquet of red roses and a brand new mix tape that took him a month to make. He marched through the science building, heart hammering harshly in his chest. He stopped once he heard a familiar giggle. His brows furrowed as he made his way through the doorway.

There she was, the ghost from the memories forever on replay in his mind. Except she wasn't alone, a guy with light red hair and glasses stood too close to her and both had light smiles on there faces.

The cassette tape slipped from his grasp and made a sharp click against the floor. Blossom and the young man with her snapped there gazes towards the noise. The smile slipped from her lips as she met the eyes of the man who turned her world upside down. Painful memories of a past she tried to lock away rushed at her all at once She felt frozen, surveying the scene before her.

By the time she got a hold of herself, Brick had already turned around and stormed out of the laboratory. She gasped and on instinct she ran after him.

"Brick!" She called out as he paused at the end of the hallway, clutching onto the door to exit the science building.

She ran towards him before stopping a few feet away, "Brick.." Her voice sounded scratchy and so full of pain.

He held back a sigh and forced himself not to hit something, "Have a nice life, Bloss.." He muttered, throwing the roses against the floor and marching out of the building, forcing himself not to look back.

She could feel all the different emotions thrust themselves upon her and she couldn't help the tears peak at the corner of her eyes. She fell to her knees, picking up each rose, ignoring the thorns prickling her skin. She pulled them to her chest and let a shaky sigh escape from her lips. She made her way back to the lab, picking up the mix tape.

"Blossom, what was that? Are you okay?" The young man asked cautiously.

She nodded as her bottom lip quivered and he reached for her, pulling her to his chest and she let go, sobbing harshly and clinging against his lab coat. "Why'd he have to come back? I was finally getting a grip on things.. why does he always do this? Why does he make me love him?"

* * *

He felt it all the time. Felt that ache in his chest, twisting and pulling painfully. He was happy--no that would be an overstatement--he was content with how the liquor would leave him a numb, buzzing feeling.

He just wanted the feelings to stop, he just wanted his brothers to stop dragging him along on there pathetic attempts to fix him. He'd pick up the pieces of his shattered relationship when he was ready--until then, he was fine with drinking himself to sleep.

Heck, he was so buzzed, he couldn't feel the pulsing of the bruises and cuts on his face. He just wanted to go home, ignoring the small voice whispering at him to wait for his brothers, he stumbled out of the club. He knew they'd forget about him for the night.

He thought about where he'd be if Blossom and him could have kept there relationship from being so toxic. He thought about never meeting the young redhead and where his life would be. He yelled nonsense out at the night, scaring a group of girls passing by. He spat out blood and spit before smearing blood around his tender face.

After a lot of stumbling and a few fall downs, he made it home. His heart stopped in his throat as he squinted at the pink figure at the top of the stairs leading to his front door.

When she noticed him, she raced down the stairs, reaching for his face, "Brick, the hell-"

He couldn't stop whispering her name, his mind had yet to comprehend her existence and assumed she was a drunken mirage.

They talked over the other before falling into silence. An unspoken bond formed and she helped guide him up the stairs. She put him in his room before beginning to clean up his disastrous face. "What happened to you?" She questioned to herself.

He thought back to the events at the club; he'd been left on a couch by Butch, left in his sorrowing. That's when he saw the red hair and glittering gold dress. He forced himself to follow it, reaching out and turning the figure around, he'd thought it was Blossom but he was mistaken. And the girls boyfriend had charged up to him, pounding down onto him and even though he was drunk off his butt, he fought back. The girl, had pulled her boyfriend away. That's when he realized he just got into a fight with his old friend from high school, Mitch, who was out with Princess.

He uttered out sloppy apologies, before hurrying out of there as fast as he could.

He didn't want to tell Blossom this, whether she was real or not because he couldn't let her know how pitiful he'd become.

They both stayed silent, the only sound was the hissing Brick would make when the cold, wet rag would touch a too deep cut. 

He couldn't stop staring into her unnatural pink eyes, he couldn't understand why she was here. He reached out, lightly gripping her wrist with his shaky hands, "I thought.. I thought you said you were never coming back.."

"Yeah and I thought you didn't care.. guess we were both wrong.." She reached up, caressing his tender face.

They bumped foreheads, taking in the others presence, "I thought I lost you..." Brick whispered softly, eyes squeezed closed.

She only held him tighter in response and they moved backwards, onto the bed. They laid in eachothers embrace just staring into the others eyes, "What does this mean? For us?" Brick asked, hands drawing symbols on her sides.

"I don't know.. all I know is I miss you, I miss you so much.." Blossoms fingers traced through his hair.

He still didn't know whether she was real or not but she had to be, because she was too warm and felt too real for it all to be a dream or a mirage.

"What about our fighting and our differences and, and-" He asked, he sounded mad with the way he spoke.

Blossom ignored it and moved closer into him, "Is it weird.. If I say I missed all of it? The good and bad and everything inbetween.."

"Oh god, me too, Bloss. I'm so sorry, so fucking sorry, I care about you and our relationship, some would even say I care too much. Shit, just please don't leave me. Please, Blossom, please." Brick stammered in a drunken rant.

"Shh, let's just, let's just have this moment okay? I love you, baby, I love you so much.."

After that they laid there, holding eachother tightly both tired, so tired of crying alone and screaming into pillows and the night sky and tired of missing the other. They didn't care where they went from there, as long as they went together.