Me: Well. True to our word, we have NOT let the cake go to our heads!
Rukia: (looks pointedly at the insanely fat and passed out Ichigo) ....I wouldn't say WE..
Ichigo: (from his position amidst a sea of cakes) Ughghghgnnnnghghhhh....
Me and Rukia: (sweatdrops and eye twitches) Um...Enjoy.
When Peyton and Ichigo entered homeroom on Tuesday morning, it was...surreal.
The whole room filled with cheers, applause, groans, sighs of disappointment, wailing, and "GET SOME!"'s.
Peyton and Ichigo sweatdropped, and Renji sidled up to them. "What's everyone so riled up about?"
They gaped at him. "You mean you don't know?" Peyton asked in disbelief.
He slowly shook his head. "Nope. Whenever I ask, they just point and laugh at me." Ichigo suddenly nudged her with a sly grin. "Hey, uh, Renji. You still wanna do that bet?"
Renji scoffed as if Ichigo were the dumb one. "About how twenty-five bucks says you won't publicly plant one on Peyton? Hell to the yeah!"
Peyton gave Ichigo one of her "OHHHHHHHHH, okay!" looks. She then smirked at Renji. "Make it thirty bucks each, and we might consider it."
"Done!" He said almost instantly, eager for any opportunity to cause Ichigo's public humiliation. Renji dished out sixty bucks, and they both took their share with smug grins.
"Hey...wait a minute..Are you guys-"
"Oh no, too late," Peyton commented right before Ichigo kissed her while flipping Renji off. The noises that had been set off with their arrival came back briefly at this, and Renji's jaw hit the floor.
"EEEHHHHHH?"
She merely smirked, counting her money and heading towards Tatsuki and Orihime. "Cool, I'm going out with a multi-tasker. He can kiss me and flip off idiots all at once!"
While her two classmates pumped her for information, the room continued to buzz. Right as Rukia and Matsumoto walked through the door, Ichigo and Renji started battling, and both girls sweatdropped as Renji flipped in mid-air right in front of them and knocked over a row of desks.
"...Oh. Welcome back, Rukia!" He said with a casual wave.
Everyone sweatdropped again, and Ms. Ochi cleared her throat from the doorway. "If you're all done..."
She then scurried up to Ichigo and dragged him over beside Peyton. "I would like a couple autographs, and my eldest daughter wants a picture!"
Both teens sweatdropped about three more times. Peyton sighed and pulled out her ever-present lime green Sharpie.
"Could it be extra-credit for that physics test I failed three Thursdays ago?"
THREE HOURS LATER...
"So you see, quadratic expansion is actually quite easy once one gets this basic formula," their math teacher was explaining as she pointed to the "basic" formula, which covered almost three-fourths of the dry-erase board.
They were all in the process of copying the massive, confusing equation when Rukia let out a distinct "Holy SHIT!"
Peyton glanced her way, just in time to see her duck under her desk. She raised her eyebrows at Rukia, who pointed frantically at the door.
Standing there was a...whoa, is that a guy?
Whoever it was rapped rather harshly on the door, and their math teacher took one look at him and lunged to open the door.
"Why, hellooo there!" Ms. Musaki and several girls exclaimed at once.
"Shit, it's Byakuya!" Renji hissed.
Ichigo, who hadn't been paying attention earlier, now cried out in total unison with Peyton.
"HOLY SHIT!"
"LANGUAGE, watch your language Cullen, Kurosaki!"
She had heard about Rukia's foster brother, but he was even more...Byakuya-ish than she thought.
"I would like to see Renji for a moment," he said in a dangerous voice.
Renji gulped and stood up, and Peyton noticed his knees were shaking a bit. Ichigo whistled the Funeral March innocently, and Renji smacked him upside the head with a resounding THUNK.
"Ouch, dammit!"
After he followed Byakuya, who went out of everyone's view, Ms. Musaki continued the lesson.
"So, as I was saying before that god of a man stepped in..."
She trailed off as they heard thwacking noises, complete with shouting from Byakuya and groans and screeching from Renji.
Ichigo and Peyton started laughing while everyone else was concerned about Renji's safety.
So, for the next three minutes or so, they just listened, the equation long forgotten.
Ms. Musaki ran away from the door right before Byakuya swung it open and threw Renji back into the classroom, making him land flat on his ass.
"I hope you take great heed to what I have told you," he said simply.
His gaze flitted to Peyton and Ichigo. "Job well done, Kurosaki," he said a bit suggestively.
They both turned bright red as he took his leave. Ichigo leaned towards Renji, who had now taken his seat beside Peyton.
"What the hell happened?"
"He mentioned something about reading about me and Rukia having an 'encounter' in the bushes after school...He mentioned some site, like....filling-fiction?"
"Fanfiction," Ichigo muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"N-Nothing!"
Everyone at home knew about the video and such. Well, everyone except her dad. She was currently doing all of Seth's chores so he wouldn't tell him about it.
She'd rather Ichigo stay alive, thanks.
Needless to say, it was a bit tense at dinner. "So, how was the trip?" Dad asked cheerfully.
"Ummm....good!"
"I'm sure it was reeeally good for you, P," Seth commented.
"Wasn't it HOT?" Lindsay asked suggestively. Even Miya was downing her drink to keep from laughing at the expression of her almost-stepdaughter.
Peyton (whose face really was hilarious-looking, just saying) simply nodded happily. "Yeah, it was pretty...steamy there," she answered.
"OW!"
"OUCH, DAMMIT!"
"What the hell's wrong with you two?" Dad asked worriedly as Lindsay and Seth suffered a couple brutal kicks under the table from their youngest sibling.
"Maybe they're just tired," Peyton said innocently, rolling her peas around on her plate.
ENTRY #....SOMETHING.
There's only one thing I can say about my lack of writing in this thing: My life is so unexpected, it's scary.
I doubt diaries can log onto YouTube, so I imagine you haven't seen the video.
Long story short, me and Ichigo are sort of a "thing" now.
It's kinda creepy, actually. I've had so much random crap happen to me because of it...
I signed so many autographs today that it makes my hand hurt. In fact, I should probably stop writing this. I don't want juvenile arthritis!
Later.
ENTRY # WHO-GIVES-A-SHIT:
Holy crap. Holy crap. I asked Peyton out in Disney World.
Did I mention HOLY CRAP?
Just checking. Now there's only one problem.
I need to beat Seth at all costs. Ever since we got back, which was a grand total of eighteen hours ago, he's been really smooth around Orihime.
Y'know, since they're going out and everything. And every time he shows how much of an "Awesome Boyfriend" he is, he looks right at me and smirks.
He's CHALLENGING ME, dammit!
ME!
Therefore, the only solution is to be a better "Awesome Boyfriend" than he is!
Which shouldn't be too hard. I mean, I 'm naturally awesome, soooo...
Yeah. This causes for serious kissing of Peyton's ass.
...Well, not LITERALLY, but...oh, awkward..
Yeah, I'm just gonna stop writing now.
It was so weird how people were actually watching her one-on-one matches against Toshiro.
Well, there had always been a neighborhood kid or two, but now there was a whole cluster of people.
Among which were Seth and Orihime, placing bets on who would win.
After Toshiro finally stopped demanding a rematch, they walked off the field together, and Ichigo popped up out of nowhere.
"You always look so beautiful after kicking Toshiro's ass in his own game," he commented. Peyton froze mid-step. "Um...Thank you?"
He handed her some flowers, which made her start panicking. "Holy crap...Who died?"
Ichigo sweatdropped. "I do something nice for you, and you immediately assume someone died?"
"Well...No, seriously, if someone died, it's best to just tell me straight away, or I'll worry so much that I faint and/or throw up, not necessarily in the order. It's not a pretty sight."
Ichigo laughed. "No, seriously, everyone's still alive as far as I know."
"Oh. Well, then...thank you?"
"No problem."
As they walked off, she noticed Seth glaring at Ichigo.
Hmmm..
THREE DAYS LATER...
"If I get struck by lightning, I'm blaming you," she commented, painfully aware that her hair was sticking almost completely on end due to all the electricity near them.
"Peyton, lightning hardly ever touches down in Karakura. The odds of us getting hit are a million to one."
"Whatever. You say that NOW."
"I'll be saying it when I go home and we're both still alive, too!"
She waved him off. "Fine, whatever you say."
Ichigo abruptly moved in front of her and planted both hands on her shoulders. "Whoa, wait a minute. You just let me win an argument. Something's wrong."
Peyton sweatdropped. "I just now realized how competitive we really are..."
"You're changing the subject."
She sighed and glanced up as the rain picked up. "The in-laws and my grandparents are meeting for the first time tonight. I've got about five hours until they all converge on Karakura and total chaos ensues."
Ichigo looked up too, deep in thought. "Huh. Can I be there?"
Peyton tore her eyes away from the darkening sky, and he looked right back at her. "Ichigo, are you fricking suicidal?"
He rolled his eyes and pulled her along, heading for her house. "You're so damn dramatic. If I can handle all I've handled so far, I think I can handle your family. Unless, of course, they're Hollows or something. Then I'd have to dispose of them..."
"You can dispose of Seth, if you like."
"Good, then I'd win!"
"...Win what?"
He paled. "Uhh...Nothing, absolutely nothing!" He said with a nervous laugh. Peyton planted her feet on the ground stubbornly, glaring at him.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, you better tell me what the hell you would win right now or I swear, I'll-"
He kissed her abruptly, and for a minute she forgot what they were talking about as he pulled her closer.
But then she remembered and pulled away. "No no no, tell me, dammit!" She stepped a good five feet away from him smugly.
"Aw, Peeyttoooon..!"
"Ha! Nope! Now you can't do anything to distract me! Spill, Kurosaki."
Of course, almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, a random bolt of lightning hit Ichigo full-on, and he flew back a little.
"Holy crap. ICHIGO, ARE YOU OKAY?"
Peyton ran towards where he was laying; he had a couple burns on his arms, but nothing serious. How was that possible?
She brushed his hair back absently. "Ichigo? Hello? Can you hear me?"
There was silence, then his eyes opened just a little. She noticed they were shockingly lighter; yellow, actually.
They finally focused, landing on Peyton, and a rather unsettling grin spread onto his face.
"How the hell are you still alive? I mean, I know you're a Soul Reaper and all, but..."
He gave her a rather puzzling answer.
"Do you honestly think I would let my host die?"
Me: Holy shit. Is that...
Rukia: (wide-eyed) Yeah, it is. Review.