XI. Maybe I Will
Steps On How To Subtly, but not obnoxiously, get the uber mega hot guy that you want.
Step 5.
Burn some damn calories. Once your love thinks your gaining weight it might go downhill. And if it does go downhill you shoot him with a shotgun. Not kidding. (yes I am…)
Step 6.
Destroy 'Love' book. I am currently in a state of crabbiness.
It turns out I'm expected to be in London tomorrow.
It kind of seems like I have no control of my life at all. I mean I'm expected to buy groceries and buy things for my apartment with and for my bum of an unrequited love who can't seem to learn what the word 'independent' means and then he decides to fool around while I mull over and die of a heart induced thing inside my lonely apartment. Honestly. No control whatsoever.
My brother wants me to 'coincide a meeting' with him. Whatever the hell that means. And in London! London! Why London? Makes no sense at all. So therefore I'm leaving the lovely slob who lives with me for a week. I can honestly say I'm going to miss him (obviously! I'm in love with the idiot!) and his slobbish-ness. And his face. Dear lord the beautiful face of his.
Anyway, I've actually known about all this for about a week (not about Ichigo's face, the London thing).
If I had a dog the poor baby would think I'm leaving for good. Oh but imagine the cute face on it when I return. (sigh) I'm in need of a cuddly animal.
I've packed all of my expensive clothing for the trip since I'm going to be with my brother, which is obviously saying if you dress like a poor person around me I disown you as a sister. Derr.
Besides, if I somehow disappoint him I'll probably crap my pants and cry for an extremely long period of time.
You see, my brother Byakuya, is not the nicest neighbor on the block. He's more or so the neighbor you try to avoid or stay off their lawn because if they even catch you with a toe on their luscious green grass they'll spray you with a hose that has water shooting out of it eight hundred miles an hour. Which I imagine would feel extremely painful.
So if I screw this trip up and look in any way, shape or form, or even remotely close to the word: deficient, my ass is on the line. And I most definitely do not want it there.
He also has a lot more money than I do. Wait, that's not true. He actually shows his money publicly while I try and hide it. I can't really say 'Damn rich people.' since I'm a rich person myself. I'm just not a snobby bragger. Ish.
Telling Ichigo about the London thing was about the hardest thing I ever did in my life next to calling back my brother about the trip. Now that was pretty hard. I definitely cried tears of courage.
Being the person my best friend is, the only thing he could think to say when I told him about going to London for a week was "Oh."
Gee, that's a definite sign of shock.
I couldn't tell if his "Oh." was saying "Why?" or if it was just saying "Oh."
I was more or so expecting him to whine and say, "Why can't I come?"
So, the eventful last whole day of spending time with Ichigo wasn't so eventful. I kind of wanted him to be like "Rukia darling! I can't be without you for one second! Please stay!" Or something like that. But really, what was I expecting? This is Ichigo we're talking about. Not some hot sexy kissable man with gorgeous hair from a cheesy romance novel. (which I do love to read and fantasize about)
"Really Ichigo? This is how I'm going to spend my last day with you before I go to London? Sitting on a bench and drinking orange juice? Really?" I meant it when I said the day was eventful.
Ichigo huffed. "I can't think of anything to do."
I rolled my eyes. "I can think of many things actually. (reowr.) And here I thought you were more creative than I am."
"I probably am. But since you're leaving I don't want to leave you with a bad memory of me." Like you being caught making out with another woman on my couch? No that's not bad at all. His finger was fiddling with an orange strand of his hair and his eyes were watching the people walking past us.
We were sitting on a very uncomfortable wooden bench outside our apartment in our pajamas watching as people (who are actually dressed) walked past us. No, this was not my bright idea. I would've preferred being dressed and in a nice restaurant with air conditioning. But I clearly don't get my way.
"Look smarty, I don't care what we do as long we do something. Besides, how could I leave with a bad memory of you?" Unless I find you sleeping with someone again. Otherwise a suicidal girl would be on the loose and coming after a certain orange haired male. "If you want to make a good memory then just" Kiss me you fool! Kiss me! "stop thinking and have some fun like you, I mean we, normally do. The concept isn't that hard to grasp you know." Or you could help me complete my impossible to do list.
It's hard not to have a heart attack at the sight of Ichigo's eyes. And the name of his eyes are so pretty too. Huge mega sigh.
Ichigo didn't answer and I was starting to get frustrated. So much so that I was tempted to strangle him with a string of yarn. Too bad I don't own any yarn. I can't sew for my life.
I sighed. I didn't want to do nothing on my last day. Where's the excitement in that? Where's the romance in that? (unless I watched Romeo & Juliet for the nth time.)
"How about the library?" Ichigo suggested unexpectedly. The what?
"Since when did you become interested in books?" I asked rather bluntly. Oh crap, what if I was actually talking about the romance novel stuff out loud? No! Now I can never face him again! Why me?
"Since the apocalypse happened. But I'm just asking about it because I remember you saying you just finished that one book with that creepy cover of some long haired guy holding some sorrowful looking girl in his arms. Really, who would put a picture of that on a book? It looks like a porno!"
"A porno? Excuse me but I do not read porn! For your information that book was about passionate love on the sea! On the sea! The farthest thing from porn! And the cover even had the sea in the background! Are you on drugs or something?" Why exactly am I best friends with this…this attractive looking dummy? I'm not really sure anymore.
"Rukia I'm just saying what I see. And that, dear porno reader, is what I consider to look like porn. And no, I'm not on drugs. Are you?"
I tried to suppress a scream. You know, didn't want to attract too much attention from the strangers walking past us. I'm sure our conversation must have sounded very interesting.
"Ichigo!!" I practically shrieked.
He looked at me and blinked in confused manner. Oh, now he acts cute. Too bad it isn't working on me! I think.
"Shut up! We're getting dressed and going to the library! No more talking about the books I read! Got that?"
Crap, I spilled orange juice on my shirt. Maybe I need anger management.
"You know I actually thought you were more...what's the word....careful than that but it turns out you aren't. I mean, we were only sitting down and you still somehow manage to spill juice on yourself."
"Do not make me kill you in public Ichigo." I tried to whisper, but more or so yelled. I'm not good in libraries with Ichigo. He ruins my composure in public.
"Shh!!" Cried the librarian with a wrinkly finger to her pursed lips. Stupid old cow.
Ichigo waved a hand at her and continued talking to me, this time in a low whisper. I couldn't help but notice that when he whispers his voice turns kind of raspy and smooth. Oh lord I'm drooling.
"Don't get so angry. You'll get a hernia like that." He picked out a book with no title on it and sat on the floor.
"I'm not angry and you cannot get a hernia from being mad. You get it from carrying things that are too heavy." My eyes scanned the books in front of me. Where's Sense & Sensibility when you need it?
"Whatever. Just find a book that you can read on the plane and while you're in Europe. Also, I'm still kind of confused. Why are you going?" Ichigo looked away from his book and up at me.
"Wow, I didn't take you for a caring type. And I told you already. My brother wants to speak with me about some things." I picked out a random book from the shelf. "Haven't you thought that he might actually want to spend some time with his sister? You know it's not completely impossible."
"I'm clearly the caring type. We're talking about Byakuya right? Not some other imaginary person?"
"Yes, we are talking about my brother Byakuya." I clarified angrily.
I am aware of the fact that my brother isn't the best at expressing his feelings, which is exactly why I give him some leeway. I mean Ichigo isn't the best at voicing his thoughts. And Renji isn't the best at making sense. And Chad isn't the best at talking. So see?
"Oh. Just making sure. 'Cause you know? He's a very loving brother and all. "
"Why you li—"
"Shh!" The old librarian woman almost shouted.
Damn it! This librarian is pissing me off! I'm tempted to scream at her to stop shh-ing me! No one shh-es me!
I can't sleep.
Oh gosh I can't sleep.
Why can't I sleep?
If I don't go to sleep now I'm probably going to wake up late and miss my plane!
I can't miss my plane! If I do Byakuya will kill me!
Why can't it be nine am already instead of three thirty two am?
Ugh, I need to add more steps my list. (even though I haven't even completed the first 6. woe is me.)
Step 7.
Take some control!!! There is no way I'm letting my soon to be hubby (I wish) overpower me!
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Step 8.
Kill Dyno-mite Hooker. (aka Ichigo's ukulele) There's no reason for it. Mostly self explanatory.
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Step 9.
Learn new piano songs. I need something new to play to impress Ichigo so he can proclaim his undying love to me as I play some beautiful romantic song under the moonlight.
o-o
Step 10.
Complete first nine steps. (yet to be achieved obviously) If I don't complete those I'm doomed.
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Step 11.
Tell him you love him. (hopefully you know who 'him' is)
Oh god.
Today's the day I leave for London.
I think I'm gonna hyperventilate.
Calm down. It's not like you're never coming back because you are coming back. But you're gonna be gone for a week. What if the apartment burns down? What if you have an epiphany of some sort? What if you actually get the courage to tell Ichigo how you feel while you're gone? Ugh if you call him and confess that would be so unromantic. What am I gonna do? What if I forget something really important like my lucky pair of Chappy underwear?
That would be terrible!
"Just hurry up and drive me to the airport you idiot!" I screamed at Ichigo as I got in the passengers seat of my beat up green car, trying to put on my painful pumps.
As we drove to the airport I tried to remember if I forgot to put anything in my suitcase and bags. Toothbrush? Clothes? Hats? Lucky pair of Chappy underwear? Were my suitcase and bags even in the trunk?
Ichigo didn't look too good this morning and I was convinced he was going to vomit on me so I tried to have all the car windows open but that ended with everything in the backseat flying everywhere. Amount of happiness in day so far: 12/100.
I'm hoping that Ichigo retained, or at least paid attention to all the information I gave him, while in the car, that told him not to use the stove while I'm gone, his favorite t shirt is in his room under his bed, only buy groceries that are on the list I made, don't leave the toaster plugged in all day or it might catch fire, vacuum the carpet in the living room and last but not least throw away the garbage. I'm hoping he retained or at least paid attention to all the information I gave him, but I have a feeling that he didn't at all.
Like I said, I have no control.
Hallelujah I'm not late for the plane! Five more minutes until it departs! I do have control!
I decided that I might as well go on the plane so I could at least find a seat where I'm comfortable instead of sit next to a person who keeps asking me questions that I'm not really sure of answering.
Ichigo handed me my bags and suitcase (that I made him carry. Psshh he wouldn't carry them on his own free will) and stared at me, making my knees turn to mush. Why does he have those beautiful eyes?
"Rukia?" Sigh. The way he said my name just melted my heart.
"I…you…yeah?" Damn it why can't I learn to be coherent? I'm not that lame. I think.
"I'm…" Spit it out already Ichigo! Not literally about the spitting part… "I'm gonna miss you a lot." He said, shoving my face into his chest rather hard. Oh how delicious he smelled. Ah, this is a great memory. In a movie this would've been a sentimental moment where the hero is nearly in tears and so is the heroine. But since I can't see Ichigo's face at all I'm the only one being love crushed. Amount of happiness in day so far: 88/100. If he kissed me it would've been way better.
I was about ready to pounce on him and take him in public.
Is there something that attracts complete weirdos to me? Is it my hair? I've had to deal with this strange man for the past five hours! Why did he have to pick me to sit next to? I'm not that mean but this man is by far creepier than…than I don't know whom but some famous creep.
Gah! He's giggling at me!
Wait a minute; something in my pocket is vibrating. What the hell? Oh, it's just my phone.
Oh great. Who the heck is calling my cell phone that I barely ever use?
"Hello?" I asked, turning around in my seat so I didn't have to face the person sitting next to me.
"Rukia?" The voice on the other side of the phone asked.
"Renji? Why are you calling me?"
A/N: Hello my lovely reviewers. :) Did you like it?
I think it was kind of short. I mean, the interaction between Ichigo and Rukia was kind of like…err…short. But I mean, what would you do with a person the day before they go to Europe? Especially if you're kind of brain dead? Anyway, I'm hoping you could at least like their little 'moment'.
Plus this was sort of a rushed job. :)
Mr. Review button in scrumptious green (or whatever color it shows up on your screen) is hungry like the wolf. He would love it if you fed him. Reowr.
Go ahead babies.