A/N: Thanks for the reviews for my last story guys! I really like hearing what you guys think and I appreciate the nice comments; it makes me feel more confident in my writing and makes my day :D On to my next story….

So I was thinking of how Ichigo might confess to Orihime and this is kinda how I imagine it going. I have never been in love, so I don't know how it turned out, but I sure have read a lot of love stories! The song is from Green Day's (OMG GREEN DAY I LOVE THEM!) song Fell For You off their album iUno!, it's a cute song you guys should listen to it.

Disclaimer: The only type of Bleach I own is the kind I use to whiten my clothes with.

Fell For You

"I had a dream that I kissed your lips and it felt so true.

Then I woke up as a nervous wreck and I fell for you.

I'll spend the night living in denial.

Making paper planes just for a while.

I'll crash into you, crash into you,

Did you crash in my imagination too?"

- Green Day

Fell For You

Orihime was walking out of the bakery searching through her purse when she crashed into something solid, but warm.

"O-oh I'm so sorry, please excuse my clumsiness," she stuttered, ducking head her in embarrassment and not looking up.

"Hey, it's okay Inoue. Don't worry about it," said a terribly familiar voice.

If Orihime's cheeks were red from embarrassment before, they were now flaming scarlet for a very different reason indeed.

"Ichigo!" she squeaked, "What are you doing here?" She grabbed at her purse clumsily as it started to slip from her hold and glanced for a second up at his warm gaze before hastily looking away and staring at a spot on his left shoulder instead.

"Oh… well, umm…" Orihime glanced back up to find him scratching the back of his head, his cheeks matching the color of her own and a sheepish expression upon his face. This was very odd; Ichigo hardly ever was consternated for words, much less when addressing her.

"I wanted to tell you something," He mumbled under his breath and before she could respond he added in a louder tone: "Can I walk you home?"

Was she dreaming? Did Ichigo just offer to walk her home? She had dreamed the night before of something similar. Said wonderful dream had been the best yet…

It had been a cool night and Ichigo was walking beside her after a long day at work. The stars had been especially bright that night; lighting up the sky as if thought sensing her happiness. There had been a particularly harsh burst of wind and she had shivered slightly against the cold. Her slight trembling had caught Ichigo's attention and he had rushed to take off his own coat to wrap around her, encircling Orihime in his arms for a moment as he adjusted it on her shoulders. Just as he was about to remove his arms and step away they had both looked up and caught each other's eyes. As neither one of them had broken eye contact Ichigo had slowly reached up to brush a stray lock of honey-colored hair from her eyes, trailing his hand up from her forehead, down to cup her cheek tenderly, leaving a scorching trail wherever he touched. Orihime stood unable to move as he had slowly tilted her chin up and brought his lips down to meet hers. And just as they were about to touch…

…she had woken up to a pounding heart and the loud blaring of her alarm clock, deafening in her ear.

That had been the best dream yet and it was similar to what she hoped would one day happen…

Bringing herself back to the present Orihime looked up and asked in disbelief, "What… really? Is something wrong, Ichigo?", because of course something had to be wrong; the universe would never in a million years throw her something this fantastic.

"Oh, no nothing's wrong Inoue," Ichigo hastily told her, giving her a nervous smile.

If this turned out to be a dream, she was going to be very put-out indeed.

Orihime gave him one of her bright, heart-melting smiles and said, cheerfully, "That would be wonderful. You're so thoughtful Ichigo!" Inside though, she was panicking thinking up ridiculous scenarios as to why he would want to walk her home. Maybe he wanted to…

No. She was being silly; Ichigo had never even once mentioned or indicated wanting anything more than the steady friendship they had now.

As Orihime was scrabbling for composure she missed Ichigo's small start when she had given him the smile that had had him transfixed for a year now. He would do anything to be at the receiving end of that smile and he was hoping he could be the reason for making that it appear on her angelic face every day. Ichigo had woken up this morning, resolved to tell Orihime how he felt; there was no way a girl like her was going to stay single for long and it was amazing that she had not had a significant other yet. He'd be damned of he was going to watch her walk around with some chump when he could be in his place instead. Ichigo just had to work up the courage to actually confess that particular feeling…

"So what did you want to tell me, Ichigo?" Orihime asked as they started walking towards her apartment, looking up at him with big storm colored eyes and barely concealed hope.

…Yeah right, easier said than done.

"Well, umm….How's work?" Ichigo asked, changing his mind at the last second. Maybe if he eased into it by asking her simple questions first she wouldn't be so surprised later. Then, once he had her comfortable… BAM!: confession of undying love. If events looked to be turning for the worst (such as her rejection or amusement at his declaration) Ichigo could make a run for it while she was struck dumb and go live in eternal embarrassment at a secluded area in the Soul Society.

Yes, solid plan.

"Oh it's good!" Orihime said animatedly. "Everyone's so nice and I love the bread it so delicious, especially when I get it for free and now I always smell like baking bread—in my opinion, the best smell in the world—and…"

She kept talking in a rush, face lighting up in excitement, missing the way Ichigo looked at her with adoration in his gaze. This is what he loved about Orihime; her passion and ability to take pleasure in the simple things.

"…Ichigo? " Orihime asked, looking up at him to find him staring at her with a peculiar expression on his face.

"S-sorry Inoue! What did you say?" Ichigo asked, flustered.

"Oh I just asked how you were doing." She replied amiably.

"I'm fine, Inoue. You know same stuff: slaying hollows and things." He finished lamely.

"Umm, Ichigo," Orihime asked hesitantly, "that's not all you wanted to ask me right?"

"Uhh n-no not really," Ichigo retorted. He had started to sweat nervously and the collar of his shirt seemed a little too snug: they had just arrived to the step leading up to her apartment and he knew it had to be now or never.

"Inoue, I…" Orihime saw his Adams apple bob up and down as he gulped and his eyes darted from side to side, "I… "

"Yes?" she asked breathlessly, heart thumping, threatening to escape through her ribcage.

"I wanted to ask if you were gonna go with me, Tasuki, Uryu, and Chad to the festival tomorrow?" Damn it all, he fucked it up!

"Oh," Orihime tried to hide her disappointed look and crestfallen voice behind a façade of excitement, "yeah Tatsuki asked me already, it should be fun!" She should have known.

"Alright, cool see you there then!" Ichigo replied in a strained voice.

"Okay! Was that all you wanted to ask, Ichigo?" she asked again, still holding on to a thread of hope, which promptly snapped and threw her into the icy waters of dismay when he said, "Yeah. See you to tomorrow!"

"Okay," Orihime said, a small sigh escaping through her lips. "Thanks for walking me home. Bye." She gave him a forced smile and started up the steps, head hanged low.

She had entered her apartment and made her way to the back to relieve herself of her purse when she heard a desperate yell from outside.

"INOUE!"

Orihime gasped and her head shot up as she ran back through the hallway towards the outside; it had sounded like Ichigo's voice.

She arrived, breathless, at the balcony circling the side of her apartment complex and clutched at the bars looking down to find Ichigo in the same spot she had left him, face red, lips working furiously, and fists clenching and unclenching a his sides.

"Ichigo, what's wrong?!" she asked, alarmed.

"I LOVE YOU!"

A/N: Whatdya' think? I'm pretty sure Ichigo would be a complete dork in this sort of situation and really awkward, so I tried to write him like that. He's kinda emotionally constipated.I'm not sure if I should continue this I kinda meant for it to be a oneshot 'cause it really has no plot.

Oh and reviewers Wall and Billy Bob Bu, stay tuned 'cause I'm writing another Sakura (she's so badass! Did you guys read the last manga chapter?) story :D It's not gonna have anything to do with Rejected!, though, but it'll be funny (I hope :/).