AN: Incorporating my sociology test into pleasant fan fiction fun. A shitload more of these will come up today. I hope you enjoy them. (:
Limerance: the blissful emotional state felt by lovers when they fall "head over heels" in love.
I wasn't initially going to buy him flowers. What kind of faggot do you think I am, anyways? My legs just happened to move on their own accord. Right in front of the store. Where my arms then reached for the nearest bouquet and I just so happened to make a purchase. There's really nothing romantic about it.
"Grimmjow?" Surprised.
I wasn't blushing, by the way.
"Here." I muttered, as I tossed him the roses. "Why did you…?" Disbelief. "Why did I nothing, okay. Just forget it. Put them in a vase or something so we can just go."
Man, I was blushing. It's the look he was giving me, okay? I don't normally get like this.
"A-Alright." He said, as he made his way back into his apartment. I followed after him. Sitting on a kitchen chair, and watching him make his way.
How long has it been now, since we've started to date?
"So, what are we doing today anyways?" He said, trying to break the ice. "Well, I was thinking a movie or something." I was never really good at this. He smiled at me, and my heart melted.
I mean, it would have melted if I had a heart. I'm still a bastard. Really. "Grimmjow?" My name again. Man, it felt weird to hear him say it. Say it like that, at least. "Yeah, what?"
"I love you."
Fuck.
"Yeah."
Fuck.
He was smiling at me. Awkwardly. No look of expectation on his face. Nothing. Just, a smile. Fuck. How could he just say it so—Wait a minute, I can do anything that brat can do. Anything.
I had stood up and grabbed him. Pushing him against the sink. My mouth hot against his. His fingers touching my face. My hands were shaking. No they weren't.
Anything. But, maybe just not in words.
I love you too, Ichigo.