This was begging me to be continued, and I just couldn't resist! I decided to add some akward moments for poor Ishida, Orihime is a girl with a mission. Please R&R, I love hearing people's opinions of my work and how I can better it. :) Thank you Haddrell for the good review, I hope this chapter is just as pleasing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters If I did I'd be busy annoying them or finishing the series -.-; Thursdays are too far apart for updates!

"What kind of ice-cream do you want Uryū?"

Looking slightly dazed, the Quincy said, "Vanilla would be nice Inoue-san. Um, Orihime."

"Sounds yummy!" Orihime said brightly. Turning to the man behind the counter she said, "Two vanilla's please! One with blueberry sauce and soy sauce, and one with…" She turned to Uryū, who shook his head violently. "One with nothing I guess." She finished.

"Blueberry and soy sauce Orihime? That sounds…inventive." Said Uryū, looking slightly green.

"I just made it up!" Orihime announced loudly. "I used to always get strawberry with assorted toppings, but I don't know…" She looked down at her feet. "I don't like strawberry anymore."

She doesn't like strawberry? But she likes the strawberry, Ichigo, doesn't she? Doesn't she? Uryū sighed. Were things always this confusing?

"Are you alright Uryū? You seem sad." Orihime peered up at him worriedly.

"I'm fine." Even as Uryū spoke, his glasses began to slip. As he reached up to push them up, they fell. Grabbing the air where they should have been, he was surprised to see a slightly blurry Orihime catch them before he did.

"Wow Ishida, I've never seen you without your glasses on!" Orihime said, putting them on as she spoke. "Hey, I can still see! Your eyes must not be that bad."

"You'd be surprised. May I have those back?"

"Sure!" Orihime took them off, and ignoring Uryū's outstretched hand began to lean toward him. Carefully, she tucked his hair behind his ears and placed his glasses on his head. She didn't move away, instead, to his delight and horror, she leaned in a little closer.

"Your know…" she said softly. "You're very…"

"Two vanillas?" Asked a loud voice.

Groaning inwardly, Uryū nodded. They look their respective ice-creams, and began quietly to eat. Uryū began to study Orihime as she ate. She eagerly devoured the blue black and white concoction. Blue, black, and white. No, it couldn't be…

"How's your ice-cream Uryū?" asked Orihime.

"Good, and yours?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"Great! But it's almost gone." She said, pouting.

Uryū smiled, and looked at his watch. "It's getting late, would you like me to walk you home?"

"Sure!" Orihime said, pushing back her chair. Instantly Uryū was at her side, helping her up. They began to walk in a comfortable silence, neither one daring to be the first to speak.

Orihime shivered, crossing her arms. Quickly, Uryū shrugged off his jacket and offered it to her. She looked startled, and said, "Oh no, I couldn't take your jacket, I don't want to be any-"

"It's no trouble, believe me."He said. Stepping close, he began to help her into the black cotton jacket. She allowed his arms to wrap around her happily, and frowned a little when he pulled away quickly. She zipped up the jacket, and smiled.

"It's perfect Uryū, thanks."

They arrived at her house much sooner than either would have liked, and Uryū smiled half-heartedly. "Well, I suppose this is goodbye Orihime, I'll see you at school tomorrow." He turned, and began to walk away.

"Wait! Your jacket!" Called Orihime, struggling with the zipper. "Oh… it's stuck…" she said, glaring down at it. "Could you help?"

Blushing furiously, Uryū examined the zipper. And I thought buttons were bad?

After a moment, he managed to get the offending fastener to move, jerking it down as he did. "There you go, can you get it…" he trailed off as he saw where his hands were. Quickly he shoved them into his pockets, blushing even harder.

"Thanks Uryū!" Said Orihime, trying not to blush herself. On an impulse, she ran forward and threw her arms around him. Carefully, Uryū returned the hug, trying to ignore the fact that she could probably feel his frantic heartbeat. "Mmm… You smell nice Uryū." Said Orihime, pulling away and unlocking her door.

"Th-thank you Orihime. As do you." Great, now she thinks I was smelling her. Well, she was smelling me, so I suppose she wouldn't find the thought too odd.

"Goodnight Uryū!" Said Orihime, stepping into her apartment. Closing the door behind her, she sank to the ground. "I was so close… why couldn't I just tell him?" she asked aloud. When no-one answered, she stood. "Maybe tomorrow."

Standing outside in the same position, Uryū slowly let the events of the night sink in. Did that all really happen? Did I really just go on a….on a date with Orihime?

I hope they didn't seem OOC to you, I always critique my writing too much so I don't trust my opinions. There should be an update fairly soon, I just can't leave this story alone! I hope it doesn't become 100 chapters long or anything ridiculose, I'm just writing to enjoy the fluff. The next chapter shall be set at school! How will Uryuu and Orihime interact around others? Your guess is literally as good as mine at this point.