Ichigo's Song
Sixteen just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to
Get outside
The world was wide
Too late to try
The tour was over, we'd survived
I couldn't wait until I got home
To pass the time in my room alone.
Ichigo's P.O.V
My breath was scraggly as I said goodnight to the crowd with an energetic smile. The eyeliner coating my chocolate brown eyes was slimy from my sweat, just begging to be removed or at least meet a fan to cool it to it's normal state. My eyes scanned over all my friends, my band mates. They were all I had these days, considering she up and left. Normally I wouldn't say her name but I'm also guessing you would most likely guess Orihime as 'her'. No, I mean Rukia Kuchiki. She was such an inspiration for me, she was so my everything. But I suppose she just couldn't take all the groupies, because she left. Oh wait, excuse that error. She came out as a lesbian and ran off with Orihime. Joy for me right? Well the cutest emo girl in all this land left me, so excuse my ecstatic enthusiasm to get out there and fuck a girl who couldn't give even half of a damn about me. They just liked me because I looked cute. They liked my orange hair; they thought I was 'cool' for my clothes and eyeliner. A sigh crossed my lips as I decided to join the after party and have some fun for a chance.
I couldn't help but feel worried eyes boring into my back the entire time I got cleaned up backstage.
Questioning the feeling I looked around to see which of my band mates wasn't exactly occupied, or maybe it was even our security guard Chad. Couldn't be Kira or Shuuhei, they were too busy sucking each other's faces off and talking about Kira getting his lip pierced again. Chad was standing up against the door, texting someone on his cell phone. Most likely Tatsuki. Who would have ever thought they'd actually become a couple? I was completely surprised the day I saw her pulling her pants back on at his house in the morning, funny way of finding out one of your best friends is fucking your other best friend right? But there were two missing. Ishida and Hichigo were seemingly gone. I turned around completely to make sure they weren't behind me and I only saw Hichigo. His pale face reddened as his eyes met with mine.
So he was staring at me…
The pale boy stood and mumbled something about needing star bucks and glanced at me once more before leaving. I shrugged off the strange feeling rising in me that I couldn't even describe. I was curious what his problem was, or maybe it was my problem and I was just imagining things? I dismissed the thought and turned back to the mirror, pulling my eyeliner from my messenger bag and fixing it above my eyes after whipping the sweaty smeared eyeliner that seemed to stretch from my eyebrow to my eyelid. I looked myself up and down and rose my left arm, sniffing myself. I was amazed. For a guy who just spent three hours doing a concert and jumping into the crowd I smelled like fucking roses.
"Are we leaving soon?" Kira whined, looking up at me from Shuuhei's lap with one crystal blue eye which was rimmed with charcoal black liner. I looked at him for a moment before nodding. "We can leave as soon as Hichigo get's back." That earned another complaint from him but I was too busy sticking my head out the window to look for Hichigo to hear him. No one understood why me and Hichigo got along so well. We were practically completely opposite in everything but our style. We didn't agree on music, religion, food choice, or movies. He liked horror movies, I preferred comedies. I liked soft romantic emo music, he liked thrashing death metal. But we both loved the same clothes. We often laughed at each other for how similar we actually did dress.
I was pulled from my thoughts when I spotted the pale boy making his way back towards the sucky back stage. A smile crossed my lips, but I quickly dismissed it with a questioning thought.
Why am I so eager for him to be back?
I just hopped off the chair I was kneeling on, making my way over to him to see what he got. That's another thing we both agreed on. Coffee. "Hiichiiii" I called sweetly, my fingers slipping around the hand he was using to hold the plastic star bucks cup. A blush heated his face, and he stuttered a 'what' at me in his 'I don't fucking care' attitude of a voice. "What'd you get?" I purred, snaking my arms around him. Why I was being so well…forward with him I couldn't answer myself. I mean he was a guy! I'm a fucking rock star, I can have any girl so why do I feel like I'm flirting with my best friend? I heard the kissing noises cease near us, and my guess was that Shuuhei and Kira were gaping at me in disbelief to the words and actions I was doing.
I heard Hichigo gulp before he answered. "U-uhm…Ichigo what are you doing?" he asked instead of answering me, which caused me to pout. "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm asking you what coffee you got stupid!" I crossed my arms, and I could tell he relaxed as my hands left his body. He ran a finger through his hair and rose his brow at me. "Uh-uhm well I got a Mocha Frappuchino…" he stated, his voice not as rasped as it was when I was touching him. My eyes lit up and I leaned up. I could tell he was surprised when I got closer to his face. You know how I could tell? I could tell because well his face resembled that of a fiery red tomato. "I-Ichigo…" I heard my name called from his lips as I put my fingers on his shoulders. I just smiled and snuck the coffee out of his hand, stepping back. "Thank you Hichi" I squeaked, grinning up at the taller boy as I sucked down some of the drink thoughtfully. I turned to the others and blinked. "We can go now." Kira and Shuuhei looked amazed. Shuuhei's eyes were as wide as they could possibly be and Kira's mouth was hanging open.
"What?" I asked, furrowing my brows in confusion. I didn't understand what the big deal was, it's not like I was going to kiss him or something.
Though I would never admit I wanted to.
End Chapter One
Author's Note: Tell me what you think: Any questions I can answer those too. I'll most likely put up a second chapter after this one. I'm really interested in writing this story and already have a shit load of ideas for it. Funny thing is, I just started writing it out of no where. well R&R 3 Arigato.