Author's Note:

So. Since we decided we worked well together, my sister and I took up this challenge. And we're hoping we rock at it. It's more to hone our skills and get better so we can produce actual stories. These will be done whenever wee feel like it and more humor. That's all we can write.

Oh. And this one was HARD. What a stupid first challenge…

Enjoy.

Ichigo really didn't need this.

"I do not need this."

Grimmjow didn't want to be here.

"I don't want to be here."

These two haven't even met, and yet they both are having the same irrational hatred for the woman paying in all change. It's a rule, if all your payment jingles, you should buy less. Not one of everything in the grocery store. Grimmjow rolled his body along with his eyes. The pineapple in his hand was prickly, he just wanted a plastic bag.

Not the stupid baskets. That's for old ladies and children.

He turned around to see some orange haired kid standing there with packs of ramen, Kool-Aid, and frozen peas. Surprisingly, the kid wore the same expression on his face. It read: HURRY THE HELL UP.

"Dude." Grimmjow leaned in and muttered "By the time I get up there, this pineapple will have wilted."

The red-haired kid looked him up and down. "Yeah, she's taking forever. I just want some food." He shook the bag of peas.

Grimmjow snorted. "Peas?"

"I love peas."

"And I love pineapple. You know why?"

"Why?" The teen smirked.

"It's a fruit. And doesn't taste shitty like your peas."

"Aw, how sad. Were you a kid who hid the spinach as a kid?"

"No. I threw it at my brother." He laughed.

"If my sister had been around then, I'd have done the same."

The two laughed. The line inched forward and they followed it. Grimmjow picked at his pineapple and turned back to the teen. "I'm Grimmjow, by the way. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez."

The other smiled a bit. "I'm Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Ah, where do you go to school at?"

Ichigo laughed. "I'm about to enroll at the local university."

Grimmjow's eyes flew to his hairline. "You're in college?"

"Yeah?"

"You look like you're about fifteen."

"Wow, thanks." Kurosaki snickered and shifted his items. "How old are you?"

"Guess." Slowly, the line moved again.

"I'd say…twenty-seven."

The blue haired man smirked. "Nah, I'm twenty-one."

The line moved again. This time it was Grimmjow's turn. He set the pineapple down on the counter.

"$4.99." Said the pimply teen behind the counter. He popped his gum and squished it in his teeth.

"Fucking expensive pineapple…" Grimmjow threw a few bills from his wallet on the counter.

"Thank you for your patronage." Pimply said.

"Yeah, right." He looked back at Ichigo. "Hey, man. You take care."

"Thanks, you too." He was setting his stuff of the counter. "See you around."

"Later, man."

A/N:

Hope you enjoyed the first of 100!

Yes. Grimmjow LOVES pineapples.