AN: Woohoo! 6 reviews now! –rejoices- Yes, I do rejoice even though I just get my first 6 reviews. So that only means…. Every review counts to me. So thank you very much to those who have reviewed, faved, subscribed, whatever. If you haven't reviewed yet, you should! It's good for you. Really. LOL. Anyways, on with chapter threeeee….
"Have you got a scrunchie? No? Dang. How bout you? No? Hey, have you got a—oh, sorry Ishida, I thought you were someone else.." Rukia apologized as she snatched a borrowed scrunchie. As she ran past though, she could have sworn she heard Ishida mutter something about not respecting his right as a woman…
Same old, same old, she thought, as she rushed to the nearest comfort room to tie her hair. The ends were a complete mess that day, so she tied her hair in a lose ponytail. Digging around in her schoolbag, she put on a brown newsboy cap and surveyed herself in the mirror. Deciding, she didn't look as bad as she thought, she headed to the cafeteria.
Cliques abound welcomed her as usual, and she craned her neck to spot her friends. She sighed as she finally found them eating two tables away from the cheerleaders. There was Tatsuki probably having a headache over Algebra, her brother Byakuya silently eating what looked like typical cafeteria sludge, and Ishida reading an article on his laptop about knitting patterns. Deciding it be best that she don't know about that, she sat beside Tatsuki instead.
"You do know this is a huge opportunity right?" Tatsuki said, handing back Rukia's algebra notebook.
"Tatsuki, it's just a high school typical rock band. I don't get why you're so excited about this to be honest." Rukia replied deciding it be best to eat the sandwich she brought instead of the pre-prepared cafeteria food.
"Well, you never exactly know. U2 has had the same band members since high school." Said Byakuya. "Besides, I see no harm in auditioning."
Now Byakuya wants to audition, who next? Rukia thought. Obviously, her decision to not audition was already contradicted by two of her friends.
"I agree with Byakuya. He kind of does have a point. This could turn into something if we're dealing with the right cards." Ishida said, suddenly interested. Rukia could tell as he pushed his glasses further up his nose and pushed his laptop slightly away.
Great. Now everyone wants to audition, she thought as Byakuya's, Tatsuki's, and Ishida's eyes trailed on her own. Written on all of them was the word: Well?
"You should lighten up Rukia. You're acting like you don't want to audition simply because of one guy." Byakuya announced, smirking. Yet, again, he has succeeded in embarrassing me, Rukia thought rolling her eyes.
"That's absolutely not true, and all of you guys here know it. I don't like him." She bluntly announced, making a face. Unfortunately, Byakuya didn't seem convinced by her acting, and decided to torment her further.
"Ok then. So I see no reason why you won't audition with us, hm?"
Think of a good answer, think of a good answer, her brain probed. "I will sleep on it. Okay?" she said firmly looking at all of them.
Tatsuki shrugged and said, "Okay, just as long as you don't sleep on it and make a horrible decision. That'll just ruin it."
"Okay, okay, sheesh." Rukia replied. Now she found no appetite at all for her sandwich.
"No pressure." Byakuya cheerfully replied, patting her shoulder twice.
Later that day….
Do you think this band thing is going to work? I.
After typing the text, Ichigo sent it to Rukia without hesitance. Rivals in school, confidantes at home, they shared everything through either texting, instant messaging, or occasionally, Rukia's terrace. Ever since they started lessons together at Kisama-sensei's class, the two have been inseperable as best friends. When high school came though, the two were separated as their circle of friends was diverse. Ichigo was usually with either the jocks or the fellow populars of the batch, while Rukia retained the same friends she had since elementary. Nevertheless, their tight friendship hasn't changed through the years.
Ichigo's cellphone chimed as it received Rukia's reply.
Parents aren't here tonight. It's safe for you to come to the terrace. I usually hate being so secretive, but you know how they are. R.
Perhaps a little bit too excitedly, Ichigo rushed out of his house and grabbed a ladder. Hanging out at Rukia's terrace had its advantages. For one, this was were the two could speak without the ever-judging eyes of their peers at school. The second was because of the fact Rukia's terrace was right across his window.
"Oooh, smores night again." Ichigo said, smiling as he hoisted himself up onto Rukia's terrace. She held her smores upon a barbecue stick, and was roasting it on a small fire. He liked her best when she looked really casual. Right at that moment, her hair was in a high pony, with strands falling at the sides of her face. She basically just wore a too-large shirt and some shorts, but Ichigo liked her best when she looked utterly comfortable.
"Well don't just stand there gaping, idiot. Get some smores!" Rukia said, poking his forehead. At this, Ichigo pushed her hand away and lit his smores by the fire like she did. Funny, I never really like my smores roasted, he thought, but nevertheless, he didn't pull his smores away.
"I have a feeling the band thing will work out. What are you so doubtful about?" Rukia said, a questioning look on her face.
"It's just…. I sincerely doubt the talent in our batch, quite honestly. The only really talented people I know in music are basically you and your brother. Not much choices is all."
"Hey, who knows? Some people may surprise you." Rukia replied with a subtle smile. Her eyes gazed at the fire, and Ichigo knew her brain was furiously at work. With what, he didn't know.
"Well, I hope you'll be auditioning at least. Really. I need band members."
"Hn, I'll think about it."
"Honestly, stop the suspense Rukia."
"Life without suspense is boring."
"Touche mademoiselle. You do have a point."
They talked like that until both finished their smores. Since it was getting late, Ichigo had to go.
"Audition or else you're in for it midget!!" he shouted from below. Before he sprinted to his house though, Rukia left him with her tongue sticking out. After that, she sent a text message to Tatsuki and Ishida:
To Tat and Ishi. I'll audition. Fine. But if the line's long, don't expect me to be enthusiastic about it. R.
I hope that'll shut them up, she thought. The next thing she knew, sleep overtook her.
AN: My severe desire to update has been fulfilled once again! Sorry if this chapter is pretty long, I decided that it should be for some reason. Anyways, review review review!! The button beckons below. Hahaha, three Bs. LOL
