Never what it seems

Ch.2 Over and Over

Ichigo POV


I …tried. Really, I did. Don't look at me like you don't believe me! Okay, so it was a half-assed attempt. All I really did was probably confuse him. You try asking out a Quincy who swears he hates soul reapers! It's not easy. Besides, he's a boy too! What's he going to think if I, Ichigo Kurosaki, resident substitute soul reaper/rival (in what I'm not ever sure anymore) asks him out? He'd probably shoot me with one of his arrows and then again to make sure I'm dead.

I don't know when or how it happened, but somewhere along the line I ended up falling for him, no matter how many times I told myself 'It could never work. 'He hates you, and probably always will.' I just can't seem to get rid of that ridiculous little shred of hope that maybe it could work. Too bad I'm not man enough to act on it.

Besides, what would my friends think about it? They're straight as far as I know. Ishida is just so …Ishida. I can't get him out of my head! I've tried to stop thinking about him, but he always manages to squeeze his way back in! I slapped my forehead.

Also, I tend to dream about him at night. Either that or I lie awake wondering what his lips feel like or what he tastes like. It's sort of well, embarrasing, you know? I've never thought stuff like that about Orihime and Rukia, even though they're girls. I can't think about them like that, it's just plain weird.

How am I supposed to confess? Get him a box of chocolate? But it's not Valentines. Wouldn't that be a little weird? Okay, umm…a stuffed animal! Wait, he's not a girl. He might think I'm trying to insult him. I know! A bouquet of roses! No, he might not like that. Okay, there's only way to do this. Say it to him, face to face.

The more I try to ignore my feelings for Ishida, the more I end up realizing how strong they are. Will he ever understand just how much I care for him? And could he ever...love me back?

"Earth to Ichigo!" "Eh?" I snapped back to reality sensei wapped me on the head. I forgot I was still in class. "If you're not going to pay attention, then you can just go outside." I held my hands up in surrender walked out and said, "Okay, okay jeesh." Most of the time I put up a resistance, but not today. Ishida was the only thing on my mind.

When I stepped out, I was planning to sit down and daydream. But, there was an instant change in plans when I saw Ishida struggling with some boxes. "Oi, Ishida! Need some help?" I called out. "No, I do not." Ishida ground out, wobbling dangerously. He was going right past me when he tripped over his shoes. I caught him easily, but the boxes went tumbling down. "I told you you'd need help." I said smirking.

"Shut up." He said looking down, but I knew he was blushing. What I didn't know though, is if he was blushing out of embarresment of being proved wrong, or if he was embarrassed by me holding him up. Could that mean that something? "Would you let go of me already?" he said impatiently.

"Oh, uh, sorry about that." I said letting him go. I was a bit dissapointed to let him go so soon, but I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. "Just help me pick these up." Was all Ishida said. I smirked again. Ishida was asking for help but wouldn't admit it. I tried to ignore the feeling that spread through me when I thought of being alone with Ishida, and started picking some of the boxes up.


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