(Me and Rukia are currently in Ichigo's hospital room. I'm sitting on his bed while Rukia's in a chair.)
Me: We're back! This chapp's a lot longer compared to the other two!
Ichigo: (Eating The Supreme Cake) Mmm...So good.
Me: Oh, right. I'd like to thank Syco's Path for his Supreme Cake. It has Kon hog tied with an apple in his mouth, on top of a ten layer chocolate cake surrounded by twinkies, cupcakes, waffers, chocolate syrup, caramel syrup, a bowl of nuts on the side, and a candle that says 64, in honor of my 64th chapp im guessing! Does that not sound AWESOMESAUCE and..and..
Ichigo: Supreme?
Me: (points enthusiastically, nearly knocking the cake right out of his hand) YES, YES, THAT'S THE ONE!
Ichigo: (trying to save his beloved cake slice) Jeez, you clutz, watch it!
Me: ...Sorry.
Rukia: (nudges Kon with her foot, who we took off the cake because no one wanted to eat him. I mean, who KNOWS where he's been?) Should we untie him and get that apple out?
Kon: (Muffled) PWHI MAN'T BWEEETH!
Ichigo: The fuck did he say?
Me: I believe he said... (whips out book titled "Gagged Pervy-Lion Language For Dummies" and flips through it while wearing random glasses without lenses) Ah-HA! He said "I Can't Breathe!"
Ichigo: Kick him for me, Rukia.
Rukia: ...I'll pass.
Me: (rolls up sleeves) I'll do it!
Kon: (Starts hopping towards the door, only to be slide-tackled by me and promptly kicked a few times)
Me: THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO SNEAK INTO MY BATHROOM WHILE I'M TAKING A SHOWER! TRYING TO TAKE PICTURES? YOU PERVERT!
Ichigo: He did WHAT?
Rukia: I think she already mentioned that part.
Ichigo: (rolls eyes) I was just exclaiming in shock, Rukia.
Rukia: Ohhhh. I knew that.
Me: (Stomps over to get a slice of Supreme Cake and plop back onto the end of Ichigo's bed) Stupid pervert. Guess being in Peyton's shower with YOU back in the very first chapp was inspiring for Kon.
Ichigo: (Temple throb) I didn't MEAN TO!
Me: No one said you did! SOMEONE has a guilty and perverted conscience. ANYWAY. (Beams) I'd like to welcome back Jennifurball, who finally caught up with my story! She was one of my very first reviewers, along with Shadowgouf, and apparently stayed up all night catching up. Apparently she doesn't regret it one bit, and had to actually stop a few times because she was laughing so hard.
Ichigo: In other words, she's full of shit. Just like Syco and Penguin. MAN, are they full of SHIT.
Me: YOU WANT MORE BROKEN BONES?
Ichigo: I'M SORRY!
Me: Good boy. (Returns to being innocent) Well, anyways. She mentioned updating her drawing of Peyton, and i say go for it!
Rukia: In case the link didn't show, once she gives the OK, we'll put the link up. If you wanna see the drawing she already made, try going to j e n n i f u r b a l l . d e v i a n t a r t . c o m
Me: No spaces. You'll have to click "browse" on her albums, it's an old album titled under "gifts requests"!
Rukia: Now that all THAT'S over, enjoy!
"Peeeeyton dear?"
"Yeeees, Nanaw?"
"Food sounds really good right now!"
"That's great, good for you!" She replied as she got her mac-and-cheese out of the microwave. Peyton was heading for her room when Nanaw simply smirked and whistled to get her attention.
Dangit, everyone knew she had wanted to whistle since she was three, but so far Peyton had failed EPICALLY whenever she tried.
"...What?"
"That mac-and-cheese looks quite delectable, Peyton."
"Does it now?"
"ALMOST as delectable as Ichigo's-"
"HERE YOU CAN HAVE IT! TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT!" Peyton shouted, handing it to her as quickly as possible before running into the kitchen, singing "La la la la LA LA LA LA la la LA la LA LAAAAA!"
She heard Nanaw chuckle to herself, obviously enjoying her mac-and-cheese. PEYTON'S mac-and-cheese!
"That's all it takes. Love and perverts really are the best combination, and Lord knows they ain't scarce in this town..."
Peyton's temple throbbed as she opened the cabinet to grab another packet. When she swung the door closed, who should be on the other side staring at her creepily but the "Hunk Muffin" Nanaw loved to talk about so damn much.
"JEEZ, WHAT THE HELL'S YOUR PROBLEM!"
"I WAS HUNGRY! US OLD PEOPLE EAT TOO!" Nanaw shouted in response from the other room with several more clinks of the fork stabbing into PEYTON'S mac-and-cheese.
Peyton sweatdropped and pointed at him, to which he pointed to the window. She sweatdropped again before muttering, "Alright, that's a bit extreme, but I won't complain."
"When it comes to scaring the crap outta you, nothing's too extreme," was his reply as he poked his head out of the doorway to look at her Nanaw.
Peyton promptly yanked him back by his shirt. "Are you insane?" She hissed.
He laughed. "You really don't want her to get a chance to talk to me, do you?"
"Hell to the NO! She's more of a pervert...A rather DESCRIPTIVE pervert...than you, me, and Kon COMBINED."
He watched with a sweatdrop as she savagely tore open the cheese packet with her teeth. "...Not to mention a clever mac-and-cheese stealer."
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "...Oh, the horror. She truly is a terrible person. We should alert the authorities!"
"Shut up!" Peyton blinked away fake tears, sniffling dramatically. "It was terrible! She just launched into a perverted statement, and I gave the bowl and fork to her out of desperation to save my sanity...And I never even got to take a SINGLE BITE of that food, and I put my heart and soul into making it! MY HEART AND SOUL, Ichigoooo!" She wailed, sobbing dramatically with her face against the counter.
Ichigo sweatdropped before sighing. "You had a lot of sweet tea today, didn't you?"
"You bet your hot orange ass I did!" She wailed.
"The hell are you talking to in there, child?" Nanaw demanded.
"NO ONE, NANAW, JUST MY IMAGINARY FRIENDS!"
"YOU STILL HAVE THOSE?"
"YOU THINK I CAN JUST GET RID OF BOB, AND JOE, AND EILEEN? YOU MONSTER!"
"SPEAKING OF MONSTER, HOW FAR HAVE YOU AND THAT HUNK MUFFIN-"
"LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAA!" She screeched, dancing spastically around the kitchen to make her listening skills even crappier.
Ichigo had watched the whole thing with plenty of sweatdrops, and he sweatdropped one more time before shaking his head and raiding her fridge.
"LA LA LA LA LA...I CAN'T HEAR YOOOU!"
"CHILD, YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO IGNORE YOUR ELDERS!"
"BUT NANAW, YOU DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER TWENTY-FIVE!"
"ALRIGHT, COME IN HERE SO I CAN BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU, KID!"
"I'M SORRY, WHAT? I THINK I'M GROWING SENILE, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
"LINDSAY IS NOW OFFICIALLY MY FAVORITE GREAT-GRANDDAUGHTER!"
"I'M SORRY, WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! WHAT?"
BEEP! BEEP! BEE-
Peyton dove to push the button to open the microwave door, and though she made it on time, she fell face-first onto the floor.
Ichigo slowly shut the fridge, sweatdropping again before pulling her up with ease. "This obsession of yours with getting stuff out of the microwave before the third beep is getting REALLY dangerous."
"Only when I'm otherwise engaged," she replied matter-of-factly while mixing the powder into the bowl of epic deliciousness.
"Which is all the time."
"More or less," she agreed before taking a bite of the beloved food. "Mmmmmm-ow!" Her moment of total bliss was ruined by the realization that her nose hurt like hell.
Peyton poked it tentatively, hissing a curse as it stung. "Great. If that bruises, we're gonna have problems."
He rolled his eyes. "You'll still be beautiful, I promise."
"Not THAT, kiss-ass! I will bet you twenty-five bucks the first conclusion my dad and/or Seth draws is that it was YOU and you MUST BE PUNISHED."
"I'm not betting against that," he commented dully before kissing her nose. "Ouch!"
"That's what my mom always did," he said innocently, earning a smack in the arm. "You are the furthest thing from a mom, Ichigo. If you were, I might have to jump off a bridge."
"Are you saying I have to be a mom to kiss your boo-boos?"
"Say boo-boos again and you'll have a huge boo-boo. And yes, you do. Because EVERYONE KNOWS moms have special, magical healing powers. Anyone else kissing your injuries is just plain creepy."
He sweatdropped. "I'll let you have that one."
"OKAY, SERIOUSLY, WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO, BECAUSE I HEAR REPLIES!"
"NO ONE, NANAW, EAT THE STUPID MAC-AND-CHEESE YOU STOLE!"
"I DIDN'T STEAL IT, YOU GAVE IT TO ME!"
"MIGHT AS WELL HAVE STOLE IT! YOU USED YOUR JEDI-BRAIN-RAPE-MIND-TRICKS ON ME!"
"YOU CAN'T PROVE IT, AND THAT WON'T HOLD UP IN COURT!"
THREE DAYS LATER...
Could she not watch tv with her family in peace? Either she was out with friends, out with Ichigo (neither of which were all too bad), or sleeping in her room.
And the ONE TIME she was actually spending time with them on a non-holiday occasion, Seth and dad ruined it.
AGAIN.
It started with a temple throb. Hers, to be exact. She was curled up between Miya and her dad, watching McLintock!, and was trying to ignore Seth's eyes on her.
"You know that's John Wayne's son?" Dad informed everyone, pointing to Dev Warren.
Lindsay shrugged. "Whoever he is, he sure knows how to wear those cowboy jeans."
The women of the household nodded, and dad actually tilted his head to the side to look for himself.
Nanaw cleared her throat. "But NOT AS WELL as that Hunk Muffin-"
"NO NANAW, NOT NOW!" Peyton shouted, making everyone jump and clap their hands over their ears.
Dad sweatdropped. "Do I even WANT to know who the 'Hunk Muffin' she was reffering to was?"
Miya rolled her eyes. "Hon, take a wild guess."
"No no no, I'm currently in total denial of my youngest daughter's love life, LA LA LA LA LAAAA! I CAN'T HEAR YOUUU!"
Peyton sweatdropped twice. Well, gee...I had to get it from SOMEWHERE, I guess.
It was peaceful, comfortable even, until Seth returned to scrutinizing her from the other end of the long couch.
Finally, Seth's peering became quite obvious and comical-looking, causing her to snap "WHAT, Seth? WHAT WHAT WHAT?"
He stood up, looking down at her some more. "...Where'd you get that bruise on your nose?"
Dad immediately shot up and turned on the light, making everyone else hiss like retarded vampires and wail "My eyes, my eyes!", while Peyton wanted to smack Seth until he passed out.
Maybe she would after she wriggled her way out of this.
"Oh, I uh...faceplanted again," she mumbled.
Blinded by their unhealthy obsession with trying to find some serious flaw in Ichigo's boyfriend potential, they took her grumble to be a sign of lying instead of the embarrassment that it was.
Dad immediately got red in the face, pointing to the sky accusingly. "That boy's got a lot of nerve, smacking my daughter!"
"What the hell dad, he didn't even TOUCH ME!"
"Well, I wouldn't say THAT..."
"SHUT UP NANAW, NOW'S NOT THE TIME TO BE A CREEPY OLD PERV!"
"YOU'RE SO MEAN!"
Everyone let out a collective gulp as dad went down the hall. He wasn't doing what she THOUGHT he was doing, was he?
"Uhhhh, dad? Where're you going?" Lindsay asked fearfully.
"Grabbing Old Winona."
"NOOOO, NOT OLD WINONA!" Peyton wailed. Miya patted her shoulder awkwardly, having no clue what was so bad about Old Winona.
"...There there. I'm sure it's nothing to- PUT THAT DOWN, ARE YOU FRICKING CRAZY?" She shouted as she saw her fiancee click some ammo into a sawed-off shotgun.
"Yeah, nothing to worry about. GOOD CALL MIYA, GOOD CALL!" Peyton wailed.
Seth attempted to stop him from going outside. "Uhhhh, dad, maybe we should think about this-"
"You coming?" Dad asked, swiveling to look at him and accidentally poking him in the middle with the gun.
"I'LL GO WHEREEE-EVER YOU WILL GOO-OO!" Seth sang with an anxious laugh.
"I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS!" Peyton shouted in a last attempt to stop them.
Dad sweatdropped. "Who? Me for murdering that Kurosaki kid, or Seth for forever ruining my favorite song by The Calling?"
"BOTH!"
He just rolled his eyes and shut the door calmly. Peyton huffed and stood up before stomping to the door, slamming it behind her and shifting her aura so she could follow them without being seen.
The women all looked at each other before sprinting (Miya), diving (Lindsay), and hobbling (Nanaw) to the window.
"Do you see her?"
"No, as a matter of fact, I don't...It's almost like she...disappeared!"
Nanaw sighed to break the tense silence that followed Lindsay's observation. "...Well, ladies. I believe the shit has officially HIT the fan."
MEANWHILE...
"Ichigo. Ichigo. ICHIGOOO!" Rukia barked in his ear, making him jump out of bed after nearly hitting the ceiling.
Kon was running around the room in circles, blubbering like an idiot. Rukia pointed frantically to the closet. "Hide!"
"What the hell for?" He asked groggily with a yawn.
"Mark Cullen's on his way here with a sawed-off shotgun, looking for you!"
"WHAT?"
Rukia planted her hands on her hips, tapping her tiny foot angrily. "Ichigo Kurosaki, did you get Peyton pregnant?"
"What the- HELL NO, WHAT THE HELL'S YOUR PROBLEM, RUKIA?"
Kon paused in his spazz-out to scoff in disbelief. "Oh, c'mon. We all know you MUST be hittin' that by now! Speaking of which, I have a proposition for you..." He said cheerfully, holding up a waterproof camera.
Ichigo's temple throbbed, and he grabbed Kon by the throat before tossing him casually out the window. "NO, you pervert!"
"Ichi-go-o-oo, you MONSTER!" He wailed before there was a loud BAM!, making Rukia cringe.
Ichigo just laughed and scratched his nose. "Ahhhhh. That just made my night."
"Alright, that's fantastic. Night made. Now hide!"
He rolled his eyes and stomped downstairs. "Like hell I'm gonna hide from my problems. Rukia, I'm offended. It's like you don't know me at all."
She sighed as he stomped towards certain death. "...I do. That's why I at least let you feel SOME kind of confidence before entering battle. I happen to know that for some sick reason, rejecting my brilliant plans always brings you some kind of self-confident pleasure."
"I don't know what the hell you just said, but I have a feeling you're absolutely right!" Was his reply from downstairs.
It was soon followed by a door swinging open with a slam. "ICHIGO KUROSAKI, WE NEED A WORD."
"YEAH, a WORD!" Seth repeated.
Rukia sighed and slid down the bannister to see what would happen.
Ichigo gulped at the sight of Mark, who looked like the sheer embodiment of the devil at that moment: red in the face, fire burning in his eyes, and looking all-over pissed off beyond belief.
HIS dad happened to be passed out on the couch. Some parental reinforcement HE was.
Not that Ichigo was surprised.
Seth pointed accusingly at him. "You hit my sister?"
"You hit Peyton?" Rukia demanded.
His eyes widened. "W-What? Of course not! Why the HELL would you think that?"
"She has a huge bruise on her nose!"
"...And so NATURALLY it's my fault!"
"Hey, I won't take no smack talk at a time like this!" Mark replied, his Southern accent thicker than ever, aiming the gun a little higher.
Ichigo gulped again and jumped back in a Spazzy Trying-To-Save-My-Ass Wet Noodle Dance. "S-S-S-Sorry, sir! I didn't mean it, sir! Please spare me, hear me out!"
"Kurosaki, I come close to killing you several times since I've heard of you. Saddens me I didn't."
He cocked his gun threateningly, Seth's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, Rukia looked prepared to slip out of her gigai, and Ichigo fought the urge to scream like a little girl.
But before anything else could be said or done, Peyton burst through the door, hands outstretched dramatically.
"HOLD IT!"
If her dad looked like the sheer embodiment of the devil, she looked like the sheer embodiment of his demon daughter.
Her hair was flying everywhere, she was soaked from the rain outside, her eyes were flashing amber angrily, and not to mention she was wearing really thin The Flash pajamas. As in REALLY THIN. And wet, did we mention wet?
Now probably wasn't the best time for perverted thoughts, but...dammit he was full of them NOW!
She glared at her brother, who immediately laughed nervously before running to hide behind Ichigo.
Quite frankly, he didn't really blame the guy, and let him stay there.
Peyton stomped up in front of her dad, the shotgun poking her in the stomach. She didn't even really seem to mind, but Mark immediately spazzed and lowered his gun. "Dad, dad, dad. NOT ONLY did you nearly commit a huge crime, by KILLING MY BOYFRIEND, but...even worse...You made a McLintock reference, from when he's talking about not killing Douglass when they were younger and he had the chance! I mean, come ON! I'm never gonna be able to watch that again, thanks to you!"
Ichigo sweatdropped. ...Good to know what she'd regret the most if he went through with it...Her damn movie.
Mark pointed the gun angrily in Ichigo's direction, making both him and Seth yell in indgination. Well, Seth more-or-less screamed like a little girl.
"But that boy hit you!"
"No he didn't! I TOLD YOU, I faceplanted again! He was there! So was Nanaw, you can ask her!" She paused, then waved that off nervously. "Actually, don't ask her, she didn't know Ichigo was there. But it's still true!"
He stared at her for a really long time before sighing heavily. "At least I know I raised you right. I have a feeling if he had actually hit you, you would've kicked his ass."
"Yeah, I would've. Thanks for realizing that NOW."
"Hey, watch it!"
"You so owe me, dad. And Ichigo."
"I knoooow," he grumbled like a scolded kid, dropping the gun carelessly and making everyone jump and/or yell as it went off, blasting a hole in the wall.
Isshin shot straight up with a rather girly scream, trying to process what was going on. But then his eyes settled on Peyton and he ran to greet her.
"YAY! IT'S MY FAVORITE FUTURE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW! WHAT A WONDERFUL - IF NOT EXTREMELY LOUD AND TERRIFYING - SURPRISE!"
Everyone watched with either temple throbs (Ichigo), sweatdrops (Rukia and Seth), and question marks DING-DING-DINGING over her dad's head as he hugged Peyton, picking her off the floor as usual.
"Are you spending the night, Peyton? Oh, that would just make my night! Please say yes. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEASE!"
Peyton looked at her dad, who sighed heavily before nodding. "Sure, why not? I guess I owe ya for trying to shoot your son."
Isshin turned, still hugging Peyton, to look at him. "...You did WHAT?" He made a thinking face, then suddenly gasped like a little kid who just saw Santa Clause. He started bouncing in place excitedly, making Peyton's head REALLY hurt.
"...I-Ichigo...Did you...PEYTON, ARE YOU WITH CHILD?"
"What the- NO!" She exclaimed.
"Did your dad at least catch you in the act or something? Oh please please PLEASE tell me that's what it was, so you could still be with child!"
Isshin dropped her just in time for Ichigo to kick him in the face. "IN YOUR DREAMS, OLD MAN! STOP BEING SUCH A PERVERT!"
Mark nodded with satisfaction at Ichigo's actions. "...I change my mind. I like you, Kurosaki."
"Thanks!" Ichigo and Isshin replied in unison, making Ichigo simply step on his father's gut with a temple throb.
"Not YOU!"
"WHY ARE YOU SO CRUEL?"
"BECAUSE I ALMOST GOT SHOT!"
Peyton's temple throbbed, and she sighed before opening the front door. "I'd leave now while you have the chance. It's only gonna go downhill from here."
Seth, who had been hiding behind the couch once Ichigo started moving around, jumped out and ran for the door, dragging dad with him.
"Dad, we need to make like Michael Jackson and just BEAT IT!"
"Son, calm the hell down! I forgot Old Winona!"
"Old Winona can just sit there and rest for a while, Peyton can bring it home tomorrow! Let's GOOOOO!"
"AHHH, SLOW DOWN, I'M SKIDDING DOWN THE STREET, YOU DUMBASS!"
"THAT'S BAD FOR MY EMOTIONAL GROWTH, DAD! I'M NOT A DUMBASS!"
Peyton just sighed, shook her head, and slammed the door shut. She turned to Rukia, who was watching Ichigo and Isshin battle it out as usual.
"Well, THAT was a close one."
Rukia nodded, violet eyes wide. "Too close. I was ready to draw my zanpakuto..."
Peyton's temple throbbed yet again as Ichigo and Isshin started rolling across the floor, wrestling each other, only to crash into the wall with the bullet hole in it.
Somehow, Isshin banged his toe against the bullet, and he yowled like a rabid coyote. "HOLY CRAP, THAT HURT LIKE HELL! IT'S STILL HOT!"
"GUYS!" Peyton barked, making them both freeze mid-fight; Isshin had been about to kick Ichigo in the gut, while he had been aiming for his face.
They stared up at her before smiling innocently, their teeth sparkling and everything.
She simply used her infamous big brown eyes, widening them innocently. "You GUYS, it's almost midnight! Do you REALLY wanna wake up Karin and Yuzu? You'll never get 'em back to sleep, and I'm sure Karin'll beat the crap out of you both."
"True, true," they said slowly, standing up.
"Besides, I'm tired anyways."
"That explains why you SUCKED just now, son," Isshin replied cheerfully. Peyton sighed and held Ichigo back by his shirt as he tried to attack his father, who leaped as far away as possible.
"Thank you, my wonderful futu- ...Screw it, you might as well just be my daughter!" He exclaimed in mid-air, spreading his arms out dramatically like a graceful swan or something.
Everyone sweatdropped, and Peyton smacked Ichigo upside the head before grinning at Isshin. "...Thank you?"
"NOT A PROBLEM, BELOVED NEW DAUGTHER!" He replied, moving to hug her, but Ichigo's growling made him think better of it and he ran to his room instead.
Peyton sweatdropped and looked at Ichigo questioningly. "What, are you my guard dog now?"
Rukia snorted a laugh, probably getting the same mental image Peyton was, and Ichigo huffed. "He's annoyed me enough today. Now I just wanna sleep."
Peyton smirked and bounded up the stairs. "That's a shame. I had so much energy, and I was SO hoping you could stay up just a little longer so we could have some...fun."
Rukia did a Spazzy Wet Noodle Dance while Ichigo's jaw hit the floor. "R-R-REALLY?" They shouted at once.
"Nope."
"DAMMIT!" Ichigo shouted, running after her. She tried to dive into Yuzu's room, only to be grabbed around the waist and carried into his instead. "No no no, down boy! Heel! Release!"
"Not a chance! You want fun? Let's have some fun!"
She started giggling like crazy, and Rukia watched the whole thing in awe, temple throbbing as she heard the door lock.
"...Brats."
AN HOUR LATER...
"That...Was the best...EVER," Ichigo said between pants.
Peyton nodded tiredly, wiping the sweat off her brow. "I can't feel...my toes..."
"Oh, I know...My thighs hurt like crazy..."
"We shouldn't have made so much noise, I'm sure the whole house heard us."
"Can't help it that we're so good at it, can we?"
"You're right, you're so right. Y'know, that was my first time."
"...Really?"
"Yep. Never done it before."
"I didn't know that! I would've shown off a whole lot more if I had..."
She attempted to pat his shoulder, but she just kind of ended up hitting him pathetically with the back of her hand. "No, you were great. I'm just so EXHAUSTED now..."
They looked at each other and started laughing, knowing how perverted this all sounded. "Wanna do it again?"
"Nah, too tired."
"Aw, c'mon!"
"...Fine. But ONLY one more time," she amended as Ichigo bounded up. Peyton reluctantly sat up as he powered up Karin's Wii they had stolen.
"I never knew Wii Fit could be THAT damn fun," she said slowly in disbelief.
Ichigo grinned. "Hey Peyton, honestly, was this what you had in mind about an hour ago?"
"Nope, I was thinking of sex."
"W-WHAT? SERIOUSLY?"
"Yep."
"YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME!"
"But you looked like you wanted to do this a lot more!" She said innocently.
His temple throbbed, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Half the people in the world. Half the people in the world are women. Why does it have to be YOU that stirs me?"
Peyton beamed. "You HAVE seen McLintock!"
"Damn straight. John Wayne's a genius."
"What makes you say that?"
"'Cause his line just helped me earn a makeout session from Peyton."
"...Oh, you're right! He IS pretty epic."
"Though Peyton totally owes Ichigo for letting him miss out on the activity SHE had in mind."
"That she does."