You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset,

She's going off about something that you said,

but she doesn't get your humor like I do.

"Toshiro! I'm coming!"

His white T-shirt was mildly drenched in his sweat and black basketball shorts donned his long legs. The white haired boy crouched readily and narrowed his teal eyes. Sweat formed at his brow as he concentrated at the black and white ball dribbled between her legs.

She smiled widely at the white haired boy's seriousness and juggled the soccer ball on her knees before finally letting it touch the ground. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, she bolted forwards, dribbling the ball between her feet. Within a few yards from the goal, she brought her leg up behind her and kicked the ball towards the upper right hand corner of the goal. She watched for a second as it spiraled towards the goalie and watched as Toshiro Hitsugaya jumped and reached for the ball. His gloved hands skimmed the bottom of the ball, but he wasn't able to prevent the ball from touching the net. As he fell down to the ground, Karin whooped for joy and pumped her fists in the air.

"Ah, Toshiro, I got you good there," Karin gloated with a wide smile on her face, jogging lightly towards the boy. Toshiro got up slowly and quickly dusted off the dirt on his pants.

"Whatever, Kurosaki. I was just going easy on you."

Karin laughed happily and patted Toshiro harshly on the back while he was drinking his water. Toshiro coughed for a few seconds before glaring at the raven-haired girl.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Kurosaki? Were you trying to kill me?"

"Heck no," Karin snickered. "I just wanted to give you a small sample of death."

Toshiro glared once more at the grinning Kurosaki and shook his head warily. "You're unbelievable."

"I know. But that's why you love me so much, huh?"

A small smirk decorated the fair-haired boy's face. "Of course."

Karin laughed and put her hands behind her head. "Hey, Toshiro, do you want to come-"

A ring-tone sounded before Karin could finish her sentence. "Wait a second, Kurosaki. Let me take this."

Karin smiled and shook it off. "No, no, it's fine. It wasn't that important anyway. Go ahead and take it."

Toshiro smiled apologetically and turned away to answer his phone. Karin watched as a tender smile donned his face and knew immediately it was Hinamori. Toshiro walked farther away as he started to talk animatedly into the speaker. Karin's smile soon disappeared from her face as she watched Toshiro pick up the ball. Her heart tightened as she gazed at his affectionate smile and energetic teal eyes. Karin shook the thought from her mind away.

It shouldn't be like this, Karin voiced in her head. I don't have any feelings for my best friend. He has a girlfriend. And we're friends. Just friends. Even with an uneasy feeling in her heart, Karin placed a smile on her face, turned her back, and started to dribble the ball on her knees. She counted the number of dribbles until she felt a light tap on her shoulders. She dropped the ball in surprise and started to fall forwards while trying to catch it. However, before she could fall to the ground, she felt a sturdy arm wrap around her stomach. Karin's face turned a bright tomato red as Toshiro slowly helped her up.

"Idiot. Watch your step."

Flustered, Karin smoothed her clothes out and stuttered. "Y-y-yeah."

Karin felt a rough hand grasp her face and she found herself looking into Toshiro's eyes. She gasped for second as Toshiro carefully examined for cuts. Not finding any, he let go of her chin and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"How could you be so breathless from a fall you didn't even fall in? Your face was completely red."

Karin's eyes widened. No, you idiot! It's you! She laughed, punching him lightly on the arm. "What the hell are you talking about? I think you're just color blind. Besides, why would you grab my face?"

"I was looking for cuts."

"Why would you look for cuts if I didn't even fall in the first place?"

There was a stagnant pause. Karin laughed loudly, watching her friend trying to sort out his thoughts.

"And they call you a genius," Karin chuckle, trying her best to hold in her laughter.

Toshiro glared at Karin and even his famous icy glare could not silence the charismatic tomboy. "Try as you might," Karin laughed, "your glare doesn't work on me anymore. I've gotten too used to it."

Toshiro turned his head away. "You're like a nasty cold. You don't go away," he said with a scowl.

The comparison made Karin laugh even harder. Tears formed in the corner of her gray eyes. "What the hell? Only you could find a way to insult someone like that," Karin snorted. "But," she smirked, "I assure you, I don't have STDs."

Toshiro turned his head away in mortification. "Kurosaki! How the hell did you get that out of a cold?" He admonished.

She giggled. "You brought it on yourself!"

"You have absolutely no shame!"

"If I did, my humor would disappear!" Karin chuckled.

"Whatever, Kurosaki," he said, calmly picking up the soccer ball off the ground. His cheeks were still red from embarrassment. "I'm going home."

Karin stopped her laughing long enough to watch Toshiro grow farther and farther away, "Oi, Toshiro," she hollered, quickly grabbing her water bottle and extra shirt and running after his figure. "Wait up!"

Walking home from the field where Karin and Toshiro were practicing, Karin glanced at him as he kicked the soccer ball in the netting up and down. Today, however, the sound was harder that yesterday's.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Karin looked towards the sky. "I know you. Maybe not every aspect of your life, but enough to know whether something is wrong or not."

"Like I said, nothing."

"Nothing, my ass. Spit it out."

Toshiro's emerald eyes turned hard. "It's none of your business, Kurosaki."

"No, Toshiro. It is my business. I'm your best friend," Karin spoke fiercely, even stopping in her tracks to turn to the white haired boy. "I'm not going to sit by and watch you sulk."

Toshiro glanced into her fierce gray eyes and then turned his head. "Do I need to tell you?"

"Of course you do."

Toshiro sighed, realizing there was nothing he could do to persuade her to get off his back. "It's Hinamori. I think I made her mad."

At the mention of Hinamori, Karin's heartbeat shot up. Despite her heart's loud beating and the pounding in her head, she straightened up and attempted to relieve her friend's sorrow. "So what did you do?"

Toshiro ran his hand through his hair. "I don't think it was something I did, but something I said."

Karin raised her eyebrows. "And what was it?"

Toshiro sighed exasperatedly. "Like hell I should know. I've known her since I was five and I still can't understand her. She's so complicated."

"Then what the hell are you doing? Just ask."

"I can't," he moaned. "Apparently, we guys have to figure everything out ourselves. I don't get how people do this relationship thing. It confuses me."

Karin laughed uneasily. "Haha, yeah. That's why I don't bother."

"So what should I do? I don't know how to make it up to her."

"How should I know? I don't get into relationships."

"You asked, therefore you should help."

"Apologize, I guess," Karin sighed. "Just say you took back whatever you said and take her out on a really romantic date." In her head, Karin was banging herself on the head. Why the hell am I helping the boy I like get his girl- oh wait. I forgot. He's my best friend.

Karin hung her head in shame as she rebuked herself for thinking about her friend like that. Her head shot up as she heard Toshiro call goodbye to her. She watched as he turned the corner and waved at her from behind.

"Bye, Kurosaki. Thanks."

Karin smiled. "No prob," she called. "Don't get into too many relationship problems, though! I might get tired of being your love therapist!"

She could see his smirk as he walked on, despite his back being turned on her and the sound of his footsteps getting further and further away.

Despite Karin's growing heartache, Karin roughly shoved it aside and started to hum as she walked towards her house. If I helped him, why does it hurt so much?

So this is kind of my first fanfic. Kind of. And that's why you should review.

As you can tell, this is also a songfic modeled after Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me. I don't own it, obviously. It's going to be broken up into a few chapters, so the chapter is modeled after a few lines of the song and not the entire thing. It makes it easier on me.

And yeah.

Thank chu~ :3