I just had this idea… now. Two or three months after I read Dreamland…. I just wanted to see if it came out nicely or not. I don't think it's going to be that good though... If it doesn't, I'll delete it.

Summary - Sometimes, big events happen, especially when it's in your dream. When crazy things start getting out of hand, Momo's not so sure she thinks it's a dream anymore, but she's too afraid to stop it. She's lost in her own little dream, and doesn't know whom to turn to. Based on Dreamland by Sarah Dessen.

Momo, Senna, Rukia, and Orihime's age – 22

Hitsugaya's age – 23

Others…. I'll tell you later

Disclaimer – I am a person who does not own BLEACH.

Ch.1 – Aizen Sosuke

My fraternal twin, Senna (A/N - She's like the main character in BLEACH OVA: 2 Memories of Nobody), is gone. The bed next to mine is empty. I feel empty. I know she's not gone forever, but I feel like she is. She's happy in Tokyo right now. She's on her amazing honeymoon with her husband. Then after that, she'll go to Kyoto. All her things are there. They moved all her stuff, the moving people did. Except her bed, which is right next to mine.

Okaa-san is downstairs answering the phone to people who are calling from far to say congratulations. "Arigato!" I can hear her exclaim in the phone downstairs. Otou-san is also downstairs, except he is doing his paper work. They don't know I'm up here, moping about Senna's department. They probably don't even know where I am.

Nobody in my family really notices me. It's usually all about my sister. She's almost perfect. She can't be entirely perfect because nobody can, and she knows it. Senna never tries to be perfect, it just happens. She walks gracefully, talks gracefully, and even plays gracefully. (A/N - Tch. I know she's not that graceful. She's actually the complete opposite where as Momo is the more graceful – but clumsy- one. Just stick with me here, people.)

She has the pretty purplish black hair where as I am the dull blackish brunette. She has the sparkling, bright, orange eyes, and I have the drab, dreary, brown eyes. She's the one who brought home straight A's on her report card every time we got it where as I brought home B's and C's. She tried out for the cheerleading squad, made it, and then became the captain. I tried out for track, made it, but then was the lowest on the team and quit. Many guys and girls admire her. I am one of those people. She's basically my best friend – but she isn't. Shirou-chan is, but we're not talking about that right now.

If I started drinking or went to a party, my parents probably wouldn't even notice. Which, actually, I am going to a party. With Shirou-chan, Rukia, and Orihime. Actually, they should be picking me up right about… now.

BEEP! BEEP!

"Momo, dearie! Your friends are here!" I could tell Okaa-san put her hand on the receiver because I heard a thump on the phone. She's always on the phone nowadays.

"I know, Okaa-san. I'm coming. Just tell them to hold on a second, please?" I yelled downstairs.

Okaa-san turned to Otou-san. "I can't do that, honey. Will you mind doing that for me?"

"Not right now. I'm busy too." He answered.

Oh, well. They can wait. I pulled on a black turtle neck and a pair of dark, blue jeans. I pulled on my socks and then rushed downstairs.

"Bye Otou-san! Bye Okaa-san!" I yelled as I rushed out the door,

"Sayonara Senna!" Okaa-san shouted.

See what I mean? It's all about my sister. She's gone, and they still talk only about her. It's always Senna this… and Senna that… It's just never Momo, is it? Occasionally they remember my name, but that's not very often.

I greeted my friends. "Hey, guys!"

"Yo." Responded Shirou-chan.

"Hi, Momo." Rukia and Orihime chorused together,

"Hot party where again?" I asked them as I strapped my seat belt, and Shirou-chan drove off.

"Matsumoto's." Rukia answered in one word. Ahh. The place where most parties are held. Rangiku Matsumoto. Of course. The only other places are Ikkaku's, Hisagi's, or Kira's. Well… I think those are the only other ones…

"But… this isn't the way to Matsumoto's, is it?" I asked. This route looked completely different from what it usually looked like. "Are we going somewhere?"

"Gas." Shirou-chan answered me. We were low? Already? I looked over Shirou-chan's shoulder. So we were low on gas..

Shirou-chan started filling the tank with gas. Rukia, Orihime, and I went inside the store. I got the Pucchoco Gummy and Pretz for Shirou-chan, Rukia got the Hi-Gum, and Orihime got Kompeito (These small, mine looking candies in all these colors…)

"Hey, Momo," Rukia said," check out that guy. Isn't he totally hot?"

"And he's totally checking you out," Orihime added.

I looked to where they were pointing. There was a gorgeous guy standing there. He had curly, brown hair and a pair of glasses that made him look even cooler. He saw me looking at him and strode over. My friends giggled and backed away leaving me standing there alone.

"Hey," He greeted.

"Hi, " I replied.

"Aizen Sosuke." He put his hand out for me to shake. I took it.

"Hinamori Momo."

"Momo!" I heard Shirou-chan call me. "Let's go!"

"Just a minute!" I yelled back. I held up my hand, signaling him to wait for a few minutes.

"Boyfriend?" He asked.

"Iie." I shook my head. "Very close friend."

"Momo! Come on! All the good stuff will be gone by the time we get there!" yelled Rukia from Shirou-chan's car.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" I shouted. "I got to go. See you around."

"Sayonara."

I ran to Shirou-chan's car. I could see him scowling. I wondered what was wrong. He started driving once I closed the door.

"So, what was he like?" pried Rukia. She rested her head on the shoulder pad of the front seat.

"And why would you want to know?" I teased her. She folded her arms and pouted.

"Come on, Momo! We showed you him! Give us the details!" Orihime exclaimed. She leaned forward towards the front seat and stared at me. We had a staring contest. I blinked, and she won.

I sighed, "Fine. Well…. There's nothing to really talk about. We just introduced each other."

"Which is a pretty big thing!" Rukia exclaimed. "A lot of people are way too shy to even look at each other."

"No, duh. What's the point? It's not like your going to see that person again," spoke a scowling Shirou-chan.

I looked at him, bewildered. Hasn't he heard of fate? I should ask him that. "Have you ever heard ofanything called FATE, Shirou-chan?" I asked him sweetly.

"Yeah, and?"

I gleefully shouted, "WELL THIS COULD BE ONE OF THOSE TIMES!"

"Yeah. One in a million chances," He responded.

"Awww. Is big, old, tough Toshirou jealous?" Rukia asked him, smirking.

A light blush formed on his face. He scowled, "No."

"AWWWW!" Orihime and Rukia squealed. "He's jealous!"

"Urusen." He growled. "We're here. C'mon. Let's go."

"Finally!" shouted Rukia. Orihime and she ran to the door of Matsumoto's house.

"C'mon, Momo," He spoke softly, holding his hand out for me to grab.

I took his hand and got out of the car. "Ne, ne, Shirou-chan. Are you really jealous?" I asked him on our way to the door.

"It's Toshirou," he growled, "and no. I'm just overly protective."

"Uhuh. That'd be like you saying you're a boy who likes to dance in a pink ballet tutu." Rukia exaggerated, popping up out of nowhere. "Don't listen to him, Momo. He is soooo jealous."

"Totally jealous," Orihime added, who also popped up out of nowhere.

I could see a vein popping out of Shirou-chan's head… in my mind at least.

"URUSEN!" He shouted at them.

Rukia and Orihime sang as they skipped to the food table. "Jealous! Jealous! Toshirou is jealous!"

I giggled at their tactics until I saw him. Aizen-san, that is. I think that's what his name is. I could hear running footsteps behind me. I turned around to see Rukia and Orihime towards me again, screaming their heads off.

"IT'S HIM, MOMO! IT'S HIM! IT'S THAT GUY YOU MET! WE SAW HIM WITH OUR OWN EYES!"

"I know. I can see," I retorted.

"Were we too loud?" Rukia and Orihime asked me innocently. They started giving me these, huge, puppy-like, innocent-looking eyes.

"No shit," Toshirou scowled. I think he's been scowling all day.

"WE DIDN'T ASK YOU!" They bellowed.

Then they had a glaring contest. Aizen-san spotted me and walked over. Orihime and Rukia stopped glaring and squealed. Toshirou kept on glaring, except at Aizen-san.

"Hey Hinamori-san!" He greeted me.

"Hi Aizen-san," I said.

He looked at me and then at my friends. He smiled when he saw Shirou-chan. Shirou-chan frowned.

"Oh! Right. These are my best girlfriends, Rukia and Orihime. This is my best friend, Shirou-" He growled. "I mean Toshirou Hitsugaya."

"Hi," chorused Rukia and Orihime. They put their hands out for him to shake. They shook hands, and then he put his hand out for Toshirou to shake. Shirou-chan just stared at it like it was a skunk. I nudged him. He glared at me and then shook Aizen-san's hand. He didn't look too happy.

We talked for a little bit, and then he bid good-bye.

When he left, I turned to Shirou-chan. I glared at him. He scowled, "What?"

"What? What do you mean, WHAT? You acted like a self-conceited, arrogant, selfish jerk! How could you do that? Now he must think that I hang out with a loser!" I shouted at him, my arms making gesticulations.

"So? Who cares what he thinks?" He retorted coolly as he slurped his drink. I snatched it away from him.

"I do! I can't have him think that I hang out with a loser!" I bellowed.

"Well, if you think I'm such a loser, then why do you hang out with me?" He asked, snatching his drink back.

"Because! You're my best friend, Shirou-chan!" I exclaimed.

"Exactly. If he liked you, he wouldn't care about who you hang out with, but who you are inside," He said softly as he smiled at me.

Wow. That was kind of deep for someone who had basically been scowling all day. I think that was his first smile in the last four hours. Maybe five.

"I guess you're right, Shirou-chan. I shouldn't had gotten so mad," I said softly.

"It's fine, Bed-Wetter Momo."

"I do not wet the bed, Shirou-chan."

"And my name isn't Shirou-chan."

"Well, it should be."

"But it isn't." I glared at him. He always had a comeback for everything. EVERYTHING, I tell you! Why? I don't know!

"So, what did he say?" Rukia popped up.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? You talked for at least 3 and a half hours!" she shouted.

"I know. And we talked about absolutely nothing."

Orihime inquired me, "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"How can you talk for about 4 hours and talk about absolutely nothing?!" Rukia exclaimed.

"I don't know. I just know that we talked about absolutely nothing."

So what'd you think? Was it good? If it isn't, just tell me so I can delete it. Thanks if you looked at it and actually read it! Oh, btw, this is NOT an Aizen x Hinamori story. I just have to add this horrible couple to it to make it fit. Comment plz!

VOTE! PLEASE! Vote which couple you want! (Besides Hinamori and Hitsugaya that is….)

Answer these (in reviews), if you need to know how to do it.

Who should be with Rukia?

Who's Senna's husband?

Who should go out with Orihime?

Etc. Whoever can go with whoever except for the HitsuHina couple. I'll do this for at least two more stories until the final results come in. I'll post up which couples have been voted so far in the next chapter. VOTE! This is YOUR pick! YOU decide it!

Thx.

Xoxo MimiMichie