it's been a while since I've updated. As you may have noticed, I gave up on one of my stories. I realized that I'm not much of a writer, since I lose the passion for it after a while. But After a lot of consideration, I've decide to at least finish this story. I'm also considering changing the rating. what do you think?
Chapter 4
"Well, that went well." Shūhei say to himself as he kicked a rock from his path. He knew Retsu wouldn't be too happy with waking up next to a total stranger. But she didn't have to kick out like that he was some stray dog hat had snuck into her house. She didn't even have the decency to offer to give him a ride or at least some fare for the bus. Which would have come in handy, seeing as he had forgotten his cellphone and wallet in the band's van. Now he had to walk 5 miles to get home, with a nasty hangover. Just because he wanted to be a good guy and help the drunk woman at the bar get home. But then he let out a long sigh. "But I probably could have handled the situation a lot better." He should have known better than to bring up a woman's age. that was a touchy subjsct for most women. And it didn't help that he had to bring up their age difference. Though he didn't have a problem with it, it had definitely bothered her. "Oh well," he said as he started to pick up his pace. He may had not won the girl, but at least he had a great night with a beautiful woman. "Better get my ass home."
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Shūhei took a deep breath as he stood outside the door, not looking forward to entering. It was bad enough that he just taken the longest walk of shame with a pounding headache. But to think that he would eventually have to answer to his dumbass roommates/ bandmates and their annoying girlfriends. He would rather live under a bridge until all this crap had blown over than have deal with any of them. Especially that god damn midget. But before he could turn and run, the door flung open. And to his dismay, Rukia Kuchiki was standing in the doorway.
Speak of the devil. Shūhei let out a long groan. Of all the women Shūhei have known, Rukia was by far the only one that he truly hated with every fiber of his being. She tries to act so punk rock, but she was such a damn poser. In reality, she was a spoiled little rich brat. The only reason she was living with them was because she ran away from home just because she was tired of living by her big brother's rule. She was probably fucking Renji Abarai for the sole purpose of pissing off her older brother.
"Well, well," she said with that damn smirk on her face. "Look who finally decided to crawl his sorry ass back home after a crazy night of booze and screwing random bar whores."
"Out of the way, shrimp." Shūhei ordered, but Rukia stood her ground.
"What's the magic word?" she responded, only pissing off Shūhei even more.
"Move your ass!" he shoved her to the side as he barged inside. It had been a shitty morning and the last thing he needed was to deal with this pain in the ass. But as he passed the nearest doorway, he was suddenly ambushed by his red haired idiot of a friend.
"And just where the hell do you think you're going?" Renji said as he caught Shūhei in a headlock.
"I'm going… to bed!" Shūhei tried to break free of his hold, but Renji was much stronger than him. "Let go of me…you stupid…bastard!"
"You really think we're gonna let you hide after the shit you pulled last night!" Renji said as he started pulling Shūhei towards the kitchen. "Beside Kurosaki's girl made lunch and he'll be pissed if you missed it." And with one strong thrust, he tossed Shūhei to the kitchen floor. He looked up to see Chad tuning his bass guitar and Ichigo reading a book.
"Renji," Shūhei picked himself up, his hands balled up into a fist. "You motherfu…"
"Good morning Shūhei!" called out an all too familiar and annoying voice as she poked her head in between him and Renji. "Or should I say good afternoon." She let out a childish giggle.
Damn it Orihime. Shūhei thought as he rolled his eyes back. Orihime Inoue was Kurosaki's girlfriend. And though he didn't hate her like he did Rukia, he did find her incredibly annoying. With her happy-go-lucky attitude and bubbleheaded demeanor, she felt completely out of place in his group. She must be great in bed because he would never understand why someone like Ichigo could date an airhead like Orihime. And while she was the only person in the house that could cook an actual meal, her cooking sucked. But Shūhei would never tell that to her, less he wanted to bring the wrath of Ichigo Kurosaki upon him.
"I made tuna fish and red bean paste sandwiches for lunch." She said with one of her usual lightheaded smiles, unaware of the look of disgust on Shūhei's face.
"I'll pass." Shūhei turned to leave.
"Hisagi," Ichigo said in a tone that stopped Shūhei dead in his tracks. "Orihime said that she made us lunch." He set his book down, a sign that meant he was pissed.
"I'm not hungry." He countered, but Ichigo glared him down with eyes so cold that they would freeze the flames of hell.
"Sit your ass down." Ichigo commanded and almost instantly Shūhei sat down in the chair next to Chad. As Orihime served the sandwiches, Chad finally looked away from his guitar and towards Shūhei.
"Shūhei," he said in his usual monotonous tone. "You disappeared last night after the show."
"Uh yeah…sorry about that." Shūhei muttered, trying to think of an excuse to give. "I had… things to do." He said Only for Ichigo to give a loud snort right after.
"And by things, you mean some random chick at the bar." Renji shot back, causing Shūhei to choke on his food.
"What the hell are babbling about, you damn pineapple?"
"Stop trying to deny it, Shūhei." Ichigo said. "We already know that your stupid ass ran off with that chick with the huge rack." Ichigo glanced toward Shūhei. "And judging by that huge ass hickey on your neck, your dumb ass had sex with her too."
Shit. Shūhei thought as his face turned a deep red. He should have known that those dicks figured it out eventually. Why else didn't they go searching for him after he'd run off? "So what if I did!" he threw his band mates a hard glare. "Last I check, you weren't my old man or anything!"
"No need to get defensive." Chad, the usual peacemaker of the group, said as he picked up another sandwich. "I think the others mean to say is that you shouldn't get on their asses about their girls when you have gotten yourself involved in a relationship yourself."
"It's not a relationship!" he slammed his fist against the table. "I just..." he trailed off. What could he say to he make the situation better.
"had sex with some slut from the bar." Renji finished his sentence, snickering under his breath. Without another word, Shūhei stood up, pushing his chair backwards.
"Fuck you guys." He turned away. "I'm going to fucking bed." He said as he stormed off into his room, slamming the door behind him.
"Fucking assholes." He hissed through his teeth as he flopped onto his bed. "Digging their nose in my business." But to tell the truth, he was more pissed off that those dicks were talking shit about Retsu. As if those pieces of shit knew a damn thing about her. She wasn't some bar tramp looking for a good time. She was a sweet, wonderful woman who had too much to drink one night. "Retsu," he grabbed his cell phone from the drawer. He slid the screen to the right and to his dismay, he had no missed calls. He had hoped that Retsu would have given him a call by now. But yet again, he did write it in toothpaste on her bathroom sink. "Damn." He let out a heavy sigh as he dropped his cell to the side.
As he stared at the ceiling, he started doing something out of the ordinary. He started thinking about his actions. Though he had only known her for a few hours, he could already tell that he liked her. But he doubt that she felt the same. If anything, she was pretty upset that she had done something so stupid as to take a stranger from the bar to bed. Just by looking around her room, Shūhei could tell that Retsu was probably one of those super organized type. She had fancy clothes that was organized by styles. Books on the shelves that were alphabetized. She probably had her daily route memorized by heart and would never do anything on a whim. The complete opposite of Shūhei, who had done everything at spur of the moment since the day he turned 18. Looking back on it now, it would have never worked between them. There were too different to ever be friends, much less boyfriend and girlfriend.
"That really sucks." He closed his eyes as he turned to his left side. "I really did like her." as he drifted into a deep sleep, his mind began to replay the events of the night before. And of Retsu.
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