Me: I would like to specially thank MiloMaxwell for their bloody brilliant ideas!
Rukia: Sooo, we dedicate this chapter to you. (smiles brightly)
Ichigo: (rolls eyes from the corner) Honestly. You two disgust me sometimes.
Me: (stage-whispers to Rukia) SOMEONE's wearing their PMS-Pants this evening!
Enjoy!
THE NEXT MORNING...
"Ichigooooooo?!!!"
Rukia jolted awake, and sweatdropped. Peyton looked absolutely traumatized, sitting up in bed. "What the hell, Peyton? It was so quiet..."
Peyton, covers pulled to her chin, pointed a slightly-shaky finger at an object on the nightstand.
Rukia climbed out of bed and peered at what had shaken her up. It was a picture of a snoring Ichigo, and it said at the bottom, in big letters, "I Wuv You!"
"Oh. My. GOD."
Peyton nodded angrily. "You see?"
Ichigo barged in, looking extremely ticked off. "This better be good. What the hell could be so important that you wake me up at the crack of-"
Peyton stood up, grabbed the horrifying picture, and shoved it at him. "What the hell were you thinking?!"
Ichigo stared down at the picture. "'I Wuv You'? What kind of dumbass would-"
"That's you, idiot!!"
Ichigo turned about five shades paler, and started spazzing out. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
Peyton threw up a hand. "Yes, exactly. That's what I said. As if last night didn't freak me out enough."
"C'mon, Peyton, I swear I didn't give you this- ….Wait a minute..." A slow grin spread across his face.
"...So...last night, I did freak you out? That means...that means I won, not you! HA!!!"
BAM! THWACK! THUNK!
"Ow!! Dammit, Peyton!"
Peyton crawled back into her bed, panting angrily, and pointed at the door joining the rooms. "Out."
Ichigo pointed a finger right back at her. "I bet you did this yourself. And now I have three new bruises. So, of course you know, this means war."
"So be it!"
"Fine!!"
"FINE!! And pick that stupid alarm clock up on your way out!!"
"Maybe you shouldn't have thrown it at him."
"SHUT UP RUKIA!!!"
HOURS LATER...
Rukia made the mistake of telling Matsumoto and Toshiro, who promptly laughed their asses off.
Peyton sighed in annoyance, starting to blush again. "It's not funny! It was one of the scariest moments of my life, waking up to see that!!"
Matsumoto was clutching her stomach, she was laughing so hard. "I wonder wha't he's gonna do to get you back...."
"Probably something stupid. But you know what? There's nothing he could POSSIBLY do that could freak me out as much as that damn picture did to both of us. You know what else? I bet he really DID gimme that picture, so I could totally spazz about it! And, let me tell you, I-"
Rukia tapped her shoulder, and Peyton slowly turned to look at her. "Yes, Rukia? What's the meaning behind interrupting my rant?"
Rukia, obviously on the brink of laughing, pointed to their left. Everyone but Rukia's jaws hit the cobblestone pavement of Magic Kingdom. Ichigo was being chatted up by a chick. An obviously hot chick.
"...Dude, even I feel jealous," Matsumoto commented. "And I don't even like the guy!!"
Peyton's temple throbbed. "Neither do I. But I'm not jealous."
Toshiro quickly regained his cool composure. "...She IS quite attractive, Peyton."
Matsumoto scoffed. "Quite attractive?! Captain, she practically reeks of raw lust!!"
"Can we NOT talk about that? You're giving me mental images," Peyton commented, making everyone cringe at the thought.
Toshiro suddenly got an evil grin, something you didn't see on him every day. And on Toshiro, it was freaking terrifying.
"Peyton?"
"Yes, Toshiro."
"I have an idea.."
FIVE MINUTES LATER..
Ichigo was starting to think this just might work. He had paid this chick about fifty bucks to flirt with him, and Peyton was definitely not liking it.
This is the best idea I've had in forever! She is SO gonna pay for blaming that stupid picture on me. So what if it was ME in the picture?! It could've easily been taken by anyone. Probably Keigo.
I wouldn't leave it past him to stalk Peyton all the way to...well, no...he's dating her sister now...Hmm, that still bugs me, it's so wei-
Ichigo was brought out of his thoughts by a very flirty-sounding giggle. And it wasn't the hot chick.
In fact, it sounded almost exactly like Peyton, but there was no way it was Peyton. Not when he had such a good plan!!
Ichigo's jaw hit the ground when he found out where the source of the noise had come from. It was, in fact, Peyton. But she was flirting...with Toshiro.
Mr. Panties-in-a-Wad-Life-is-Serious-Business-TOSHIRO.
Apparently he wasn't so serious anymore. They were going all-out with this flirting business, too. He had an arm around her waist and everything.
And Matsumoto was busy buying popcorn, but still looked jealous. THAT'S what made Ichigo worried that the flirting thing might be legit.
I mean, everyone knew Toshiro had a soft spot for Peyton. Damn Annoying Midget. Gets on everyone's good side. Even Ichigo's, though he hated her for it now.
The hot chick waved a hand in his face, and he blinked. "Huh? What?" She sighed and took the bills out of his hand before sauntering away, muttering something about wasting ten minutes of her life on a lovesick strawberry.
So what did Ichigo do to solve the Toshiro-and-Peyton dilemma?
Followed them, of course. All the way to Splash Mountain.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER...
Peyton could tell Toshiro was having fun with this whole Make-Ichigo-Lose-The-Prank-War thing.
Now he had an excuse to act like a normal, hormonal guy who had never been to Disney World before.
Rukia and Matsumoto had tagged along, to see what Ichigo would do about it.
….But really, everyone just wanted to ride Splash Mountain.
Toshiro and Matsumoto hadn't really rode anything yet, and as soon as they had seen a log dive down with a bunch of screaming people...they fell in love with it and demanded to ride it.
Rukia and Peyton, of course, had absolutely no problem with that.
Peyton was in the middle of explaining that the frog, whose shadow could be seen rocking in a chair and smoking a pipe in one of the burrows while waiting to ride, was SUPPOSED to be there, when Ichigo slid right into Peyton, knocking Toshiro's hand off her waist.
"Why thanks so much for saving my spot. Again. How kind."
Peyton tried to stay as calm as possible, which was pretty damn hard when dealing with a bonehead like Ichigo.
"..You're so welcome," she shot back, inching closer to Toshiro and smirking triumphantly.
Everyone in line (including Toshiro) preceded to follow their argument like it was a ping-pong match.
"I know you're just doing all this to make me jealous. Well guess what: it's not working!!"
"Ichigo, I have no idea what you're talking about!"
"Oh yeah?!"
"Yeah."
"What's with all the laughing?!"
"He's funny."
"And the hand on the waist?! What the hell?!"
"It was convenient, so what?!"
"What do you mean, so what?!"
"Look, even if it WAS the big deal you're making it out to be, I don't have to listen to you. In fact, I can do whatever I want."
"Um, no, you can't."
"News flash, Ichigo: Last time I checked, you're not my boyfriend. Therefore, I can flirt if I want."
"B-but that's not the point!"
"YEAH, it is!! At least TOSHIRO would never send me creepy pictures!!"
"I NEVER SENT THE DAMN PICTURE!!!"
"THEN WHO DID?!"
"How should I know?!"
"Well, how come you can flirt with chicks, but I can't laugh at Toshiro's jokes and let him put a hand on my waist?! Considering where you put YOUR hand last night..."
By this time, practically everybody in line within earshot was either covering their children's ears, trying not to laugh, or were already gasping for air from laughing their heads off.
Their friends were part of the last group in that list.
They resorted to staring the other down.
"...Peyton?"
"YES," she snapped.
"...Would you mind moving up in line now?" Rukia asked.
Everyone sweatdropped; everyone had been so caught up in the argument that no one had noticed the totally open space, leading right up to the logs.
Peyton laughed nervously. "Ohhh...Riiiggghttt..."
Me: (sly grin) ....Well gee, no WONDER you're so bitchy. I would be too if i looked like that much of a jealous dumbass.
Ichigo: (throws gauntlet) SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
Rukia: (sweatdrops) whats with you and throwing medieval objects lately, Ichigo?
ME: (obviously pissed and rubbing head) dammit ichigo!! (throws giant medieval drumstick that one gets at Renaissance Fairs) TAKE THAT!
Rukia: (hides in corner and assumes fetal positon as a battle ensues) Review and save my ass!!!