III. Foundations


I'd like to get more sleep, but my mind just keeps me up.

I can never be a drummer. I'd throw up.

It's weird and unbelievable but true.

Whenever I watch some drum players completely rock out I'm completely stunned at their hand-eye coordination and amazing ability to keep a beat.

When I told Ichigo this he called me a freak.

So I picked up a drumstick and threw it at him.

Our friend Chad plays bass. You'd think that a bass would be extremely easy to play because it only has four strings.

Not for me though.

I can't even look cool while playing bass. My tongue is always sticking out and I'm always looking like some little kid focusing a bit too hard.

For about half a month Chad tried to teach me how to play bass just for the fun of it.

I admit when I was learning how to play I was set on becoming an expert in the next few weeks or so.

Yet again that didn't happen.

I'm not sure why I'm so good at piano though.

It's still a mystery to me. At age eleven I began to learn playing piano. I didn't actually have a desire to play it, but the more and more I played the more I began to love the sound.

I've only played it for twelve years, so I guess you could say that that is exceptionally long.

Together, as in me, Chad and Ichigo, we used to love to play Habanera.

We got it from the Muppets when Beaker, Chef and Animal sang it.

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"Rukia, why the hell are you watching Sesame Street?" Ichigo asked me rudely, as I sat slumped on the couch in sweats with a tub of cookie dough ice cream resting on my stomach.

Grover is my favorite character. And so is Bert. But he can be really mean.

"Shut up Ichigo, I'm watching Grover the waiter talk to ." I barked at him.

Today he annoyed me. All day he said he'd be out. Same thing happened yesterday.

The day before yesterday at practically midnight, some girl called my apartment and asked for stupid idiotic playboy Ichigo.

Considering I was half asleep, and hate it when people, except Ichigo, wake me up around midnight, I cussed at her.

After I hung up Ichigo laughed and said, "Jeez Rukia, you didn't hafta be that mean." And then I walked into my room and fell back asleep.

I didn't know whom, or cared whom (quit lying to yourself Rukia!) it was on the phone that was asking for Ichigo, all I knew is that the person had kept Ichigo busy for about two days.

And that pissed me off…and kind of made me unhappy.

"Well look, it's my TV time so I suggest you change the channel." He said, as he flopped down on the couch beside me.

I didn't look at him and ate a gob full of ice cream, still watching Sesame Street.

Actually, I was kind of surprised he was actually home this early. At around two am he came back giggling like an idiot and fell down on the couch still laughing and rolling around.

I could've guessed he was drunk, and I was right.

Except the most surprising thing for me was that he didn't come home with some prettier than average girl with large boobs.

He was by himself, and that made me smile.

Beside me, Ichigo nudged my left leg with his toe. "Hey, I'm talkin' to you."

I grunted and ate more ice cream.

I couldn't deny that I was still angry with him though.

In only a few hours I bet he'd be with his other girl 'friends'.

There was a tiny thought of inviting Orihime over to possibly cheer me up, but I pushed it away and didn't want her to see me in this slobbish manner. Or ogle Ichigo while he was still here.

Besides, I didn't feel like changing my clothes at all today.

"No, Ichigo, you're talking to you're imaginary friend Bloo." I responded back to him sarcastically, still not wanting to face him.

There was only thirteen more minutes left of Sesame Street and I didn't want to miss it.

I hate it when people stop watching a show, even though there's only like five to ten minutes left of it, and then the next day they complain saying how they missed it. Ugh.

"You do know that I used to have an imaginary friend named Giorgio when I was five." He stated to me, acting proud of Giorgio.

I blew air through my nose, "You already told me that Ichigo."

On the TV Grover was bringing Fat Blue a ginormous hamburger and trying to put it on the table. I couldn't help but let a tiny smile out.

I love Grover's little spazzy attacks.

It took Ichigo a while just to respond to me so I turned my head to face him and find that he was staring at me intently with an eyebrow raised.

"The heck you lookin' at Strawberry?" I asked, mirroring his expression.

"Are you on your period or something?" He blurted out, his eyes seeming as if they were wider than before.

I couldn't help but slap my forehead. "Look you idiot, just 'cause I'm in a pissy mood doesn't mean I'm on my period." Annoyed, I turned my head back to face the TV. "Yeesh."

Ichigo snorted, "Well it's not just now that in you're in a pissy mood. You've been like this almost all week."

My eyes were fixed on the large hamburger crushing the table while Grover was freaking out. "Glad to know you noticed." I responded back bit bitterly.

Ichigo used to say I ate so many lemons because I was so bitter.

At the corner of my eye I noticed Ichigo grinning like a complete dork at me.

This time I turned to face him and raised my eyebrow practically up to my hairline. "Are you on drugs or something?"

"Nope." Ichigo responded back. "But I know what your problem is."

If my eyebrow could, it raised even higher. "And what would that be?"

Ichigo cuddled up to me on the couch and I became peevish.

My body wouldn't let me move though, so I had to sit there and try to make the blood rush away from my face by pinching myself.

"You're upset 'cause I'm not spending time with you and I've been gone for almost two days."

Spot on.

"Sure. If that's you what believe then I guess you can believe it. 'Sides, two days isn't even that long." I laughed humorlessly.

Ichigo threw his head back and his grin grew wider, letting out a laugh. "You know I'm right Rukia."

I decided to change the channel before I decided to use the remote to hit Ichigo in the face.

Iron Chef America was on and a weird man was decorating a plate with a cut up pigeon holding garlic with its talon. Truth be told it was actually pretty gross. When I saw it I couldn't even tell it was garlic that the pigeon was holding. It looked like a friggin shell-less egg.

"Jeez Rukia, what are we watching? Iron Chef America or clan of the cave bear?" Ichigo asked, beginning to get grossed out by the dead pigeon.

"No Ichigo, it's your dad making breakfast."

Ichigo laughed ruthlessly. "You're funny Rukia." He lied.

I changed the channel again and we didn't talk.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Crap. Did he become a mute or something?

I was too nervous to look toward Ichigo but most of the time Ichigo barely lasts five minutes without talking or complaining.

"Why aren't you at work Rukia?" He asked, watching the TV now.

I huffed. "Didn't know you wanted me out of the apartment so badly." I stated. "Is someone coming over?" I changed the channel again and turned to him. "Does that mean I have to wash the sofa cushions again?"

Ichigo scooted up on the couch more. "What? No, why?"

I blinked. "No to someone coming over or no to cleaning my cushions?"

A look of bewilderment crossed Ichigo's face. "What the hell are you talking about Rukia?"

"What? Nothing. What are you talking about?"

This conversation was going nowhere.

I was home alone in the dark.

The TV wasn't on and the apartment was completely silent.

It was actually kind of creepy yet relaxing.

I sat on the kitchen floor with a notebook opened and a pencil in my hand. My grey comfy sweat pants protected my legs from the freezing cold tile, but my feet were left to become numb.

This is kind of random, but I'm actually an aspiring writer.

It's been my dream since I was in sixth grade. I've told Ichigo countless times but he always says I should stick to becoming the head poncho of the Starbucks Corporation.

Just recently I got hired to be a dog walker. Now I walk a Chihuahua and a Poodle named Sally and Hina.

Writing to me is as surreal and calming as playing piano is.

So far I'm writing a fictional story on love.

The four letter word.

With a sigh I put my pencil in my notebook and shut it. Nothing was coming to mind today. I didn't know what to write at all.

The door started jiggling and trying to open, immediately I froze up and sat there.

Ichigo walked in and I still held in my breath.

"Rukia?" He called out.

I forgot what time it was.

Eight?

Nine?

All I knew was that it was dark.

Ichigo shut the door and went to look for the light switch.

"Don't turn the light on." I squeaked out, not moving from my spot on the floor.

The light went on anyway.

"What are you doing there Rukia?" He inquired.

"Sitting." I grumbled, wishing the light was back off. "Now turn the damn light off."

He stared at me and then finally flipped the light switch off.

Ichigo kicked off his shoes and walked to the fridge, opening it and letting the light from it illuminate the tiny part of the kitchen floor where I was sitting.

He took out a Yoplait strawberry yogurt and some Jell-O chocolate pudding.

The fridge door was closed and it was dark again.

I heard Ichigo rummage through the utensil drawer and fish out two metallic spoons.

Silently, he sat in front of me, handing me the Yoplait strawberry yogurt and a spoon.

He took the lid off of his pudding and set it on the floor.

Even in the dark I could tell his eyes were on me.

"So did you have fun doing whatever you were doing?" I put a spoonful of yogurt in my mouth, savoring the flavor.

"Not really." He replied back to me.

I moved aside my notebook that was in the space between us. "Why's that?"

Ichigo sniffed. "You weren't there." He said calmly, biting his spoon as he put the pudding in his mouth.

Thank god it was dark. My face was about as pink as Piglets shirt from Winnie the Pooh.

So considering the stupid thing he said to me, I kicked him in the face, earning an "Oww!" from him.

Stupid Ichigo.

Ha, I'm like…err?

Don't know what the word is, but you can say that I'm not too happy about this chapter.

I mean I don't think it's terrible, but yeah, I need some truffles. Badly.

Now I wasn't too reluctant on writing this chapter, but maybe I'm just not in the mood, I liked it but it had no basic point. Oh well, at least I updated.

…I talk too much. (about lobsters!)

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