Hi there peoples ~waves~. I absoluetly love Orihime/Ichigo and have been trying to write something with them. And here's what I've come up with. On with Chapter 1! I hope you enjoy and I would love to hear from you. Please Review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

"Orihime," Tatsuki called out to me.

My attention was focused on the object of my affection. Ichigo Kurosaki. He was running around the track with all other boys. His bright orange hair glinting in the sun. I sighed, he was beautiful. He was rounding the track, he'd be passing by and I didn't want to miss him.

"Incoming," Tatsuki shouted as Ichigo was nearing our game of volleyball. I looked up in time to see the volleyball heading straight for me. It smacked me right in the face. Man did that hurt. My face burned with pain and unshed tears. My eyes were bleary with tears, but I found Ichigo staring at me. Great the one time he notices me I get hit in the face with a ball.

"I don't think getting hit in the face is the way to get his attention," Tatsuki said as she reached my side. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah." I watched Ichigo start running again, his back getting further away with each passing second.

"Orihime you should talk to him." Tatsuki soothed, she examined the damage.

"I want to, but I freeze up every time I try. I can't get my mouth to form words and end up staring at him until I just leave." I touched my nose lightly, wincing at the pain.

"Don't worry. You just have to be yourself." Tatsuke finished looking at my face when she waved over my head. It looked like she was motioning some one over to where we were standing.

Instantly I stiffened when Ichigo appeared at my shoulder. Sweat dripped down his face, he was breathing hard. My heart jumped in my throat, he looked so good. What's Tatsuki doing? This isn't funny!

Tatsuki smiled at my obvious shock. "Ichigo, you know Orihime right?" she asked casually. The game we left continuing without us. I felt bad for leaving the game, but I couldn't have gone back even if I wanted to. Instinctively I moved a little closer to Ichigo, he didn't seem to notice. Thank goodness. My heart danced around my chest threatening to make an appearance soon.

Ichigo glanced at me with warm brown eyes that eased my discomfort. "Of course I sit in front of her."

My breath caught in my throat, my cheeks were on fire the longer I stood there. I played with my shirt wringing it between my hands. I didn't know what to do or say. No words came forth. I screamed on the inside 'say something.'

"Mmm," My cheeks heated up even more. Ichigo was so close and looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

Tatsuki touched my arm, relaxing me. "I was thinking why don't we all get together to study tonight for the math test."

Ichigo ran a hand through his short spiky hair. "That sounds good. Do you want to do it at my house?"

My eyebrows disappeared in my hairline. I was going to go to his house?

"Yeah, that's cool. You okay with that Orihime?" Tatsuki squeezed my arm to assure me everything was okay.

I breathed in deeply, calming my frantic heart. I managed to smile at Ichigo, whose lips quirked up. Happiness filled me to the brim. He smiled at me! "That works for me." His smile widened at bit. I finally said something to him.

"Great then we'll meet you at the front gate when school's out." Tatsuki waved as Ichigo ran back to join the other boys.

The world around me swirled, the people, and even Tatsuki became a blur. I was going to Ichigo's today. And he smiled at me. My heart continued to thump hard against my chest as the teacher released us to go change in the locker room.

"You okay?" Tatsuki asked as we made our way back inside to the locker room.

"Yeah, I'm fine just a little light headed. I can't believe we're going to his house tonight." The image of him running his hand through his hair popped in my head earning me a bright blush that burned my face. He was so good looking. Ichigo was so nice. Some people thought he was a little frightening since most of the time he was scowling, but that thought never occurred to me. I always thought he was interesting and his bright orange hair made him that more intriguing. Before I knew it my interest had turned in something more. And it finally hit me that I was in love with him. Have been now for almost a year. I've managed to say something's to him, but I've never been able to become his friend. Something is holding me back. I don't know what it is. I want to get to know him better, but I don't know how to go about it. Now that Tatsuki's helping I feel so much better. I can't wait to spend more time with him. I almost jumped for joy as I was changing.

"You're so cute Orihime," Tatsuki said. We finished changing and headed for our second to last class of the day then we'd be on our way to Ichigo's.

I blushed. "Huh?"

"The way you act around Ichigo anyone could tell that you like him and it's so adorable."

Alarms went off in my head. Anyone can tell? "You don't think he knows do you?" I tried to keep panic out of my voice with very little success.

Tatsuki waved her hand in front of her in a dismissing manner. "Don't worry. He doesn't know. He's too dense to get it. It would take you telling him and even then I'm not sure if he would understand."

That didn't make me feel much better, at least he doesn't know. I don't want him to know. As long as I can be friends with him that will be enough.

Our classes went by painfully slow. The hands on the clock were mocking me. At one point I was positive that time was moving backwards. Until finally the bell rang. I bounced out of my seat, people stared at me like I was crazy. I didn't care I was going to be with Ichigo. I ran to my locker with Tatsuki on my heels trying to keep. I threw all my books in my locker and started to take off when Tatsuki pulled on my shirt.

"Whoa, calm down. Ichigo's not going any where."

I nodded, waiting patiently for Tatsuki to put her books away. I kept my pace slow when we walked to the front gates. We walked out in the bright sunshine, wind blew my hair all around me. The strands covered my face, I pushed them back to see Ichigo leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. My heart sped up, my insides tightened as we got closer. He waved to us. Tatsuki waved back and I did as well. Shyness crept up, dampening my excitement. I was still excited, but felt it scurry away like a frightened animal when I saw Ichigo.

"Hey you two ready to go?" Ichigo pushed himself from the wall.

Tatsuki looked down at her watch, her eyes widened. "Oh, no I forgot I have practice today. I'll have to meet you in about two hours, but you two can start without me."

"Okay that's fine," Ichihgo said.

Tatsuki waved, smiling at me. She gave me two thumbs up and I smiled weakly. This wasn't part of the plan. My spirits lifted when I glanced over at Ichigo, he slouched down, hands still in his pockets, I'd be alone with him for a while. I swallowed thickly and said, "Ready to go." I smiled brightly when he nodded.

We walked to his house in silence. I wracked my mind to find something to say, nothing would come. He didn't seem to mind. I tried to keep my eyes in front of me, but found I wasn't able to keep from looking at him every so often. I smiled when his soft brown eyes met mine.

"This is it," he said as he went to unlock the door of two story house. I followed closely. His back is so wide and his shoulders are broad. I wonder what it would feel like to wrap my arms around him. Ichigo's body is long and lean with strong muscles, not overly bulky. I blushed when he looked at me. "My dad and sister's aren't home so it'll be us for a while." He gazed at me expectantly.

"That's fine." I wanted to shout with joy, but I also cursed that it was the two of us. Plus I wanted to meet his family, see what they were like.

Ichigo led me up to his room. He opened the door and I gasped in surprise. It wasn't what I expected. For some reason it seemed like most of the boys I knew were messy and I thought Ichigo might have been the same, but his room was clean and comfy. His bed was pushed up against the corner next to a large window that brought in all the sun and a warm breeze. A small desk was situated next to the bed with a computer and school books. I smiled at how everything fit in it's place.

Ichigo's brow knitted together, his pretty eyes narrowed. "Why'd you gasp?"

I realized with embarrassment that I had been staring at his room for the past few minutes soaking in every detail . "Sorry, I was just admiring your room. I love it."

Ichigo's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He sat down on the ground, back against the bed. A blush crept up his cheeks, making him look adorable. I wanted to hug him so much at the moment. "You do?"

"I do. Now why don't we see what we can do with these equations the teacher gave us?" I sat down next to him and pulled out my book from my bag.

I felt more relaxed and talked a bit more as time went on. We managed to get through half of the work sheet when Ichigo stretched and said he was hungry. "You up for a twenty minute break?" he asked as he stood up.

"Yeah, I think my butt went numb." I stood and began rubbing my hips. When I met Ichigo's eyes his cheeks were stained pink. I could get use to seeing him blush. I like it a lot. His eyes moved to my hands which rubbed circles around my hips. Heat suffused my cheeks when I realized what he was blushing at. My hands dropped to my sides. My throat became dry. I had the urge to get a cold glass of water before I did something else to make me blush in front of him.

He shook his head. "You want something to eat?"

"Sure." My voice cracked on the word.

We went down stairs, he rummaged through the refrigerator. "You know I think this is the first time we've ever really talked." Ichigo commented. He pulled out a loaf of bread and some turkey along with tomatoes and lettuce. "Are turkey sandwiches good?"

"Yeah, that would be great." His comment threw me for a loop. He was right, but I never thought he would notice. "I've always wanted to talk to you, but…"

He pulled out some mustard and grabbed a knife from a draw in front of him. "But? Were you scared of me?" He looked down as he asked.

I immediately jumped at the question. "No it's because I like you so much." I clapped a hand over my mouth. No, no, no. I didn't just say that. Ichigo's eyes met mine and many emotions flashed through his. I didn't pinpoint one. It was like the world around me was about to crumble. "I mean I spike so much. You know volleyball."

Ichigo's brow furrowed as he processed my outburst. "You aren't able to talk to me because you spike too much?" He continued to make the sandwiches. I tried to collect my thoughts. My heart beat wildly in my chest. I wrapped some of hair around my finger, getting it caught between my fingers.

"What I mean is…" The door bell rang, cutting me off from my explanation.

"Hold that thought for one moment." Ichigo set down the bread and ran to the door.

I slumped down on the table in front of me not knowing if I'd recover from telling him I like. It's going to be a long night.