Hey guys. I had this completed last night, and I'm sorry I didn't post it sooner. I just got back from Disney World this past Saturday...or was it Friday...Thursday? Fuck if I know.

But anyway. I, um...I'm gonna post the cakes and stuff with Ichigo and Rukia and all later, but for now, I'm just getting this up because I'll feel terrible if I postpone it any longer after going so long without updating this.

But right now I got off my bus around 2:50 today to find out my grandmomma's in the ICU on a breathing machine when I just talked to her last night and she sounded fine, if not a little tired, so...yeah, cakes are the last thing on my mind right now.

But just to clarify, and you probably already know this, but I really do like those cakes and treats and stuff. It's just...y'know, I'm worried out of my mind and I'm at her house watching the two younger kids (8 and 7, too young to understand and all that. They just think she went to get her shoulder checked since she just had surgery on it yesterday. They're not sure if that has a part in why she has trouble breathing or not, they're still running tests and stuff), so yeah.

Me and my grandmomma are really, really, REALLY close...and I usually don't ask for stuff like this...but please just keep her in her thoughts. Please. I think I might rip my hair out if one more person calls me for information.

I've gotten back-to-back calls asking what's going on since I got to her house, and do you have ANY idea how hard it is to talk about it when the kids are in the kitchen, the room RIGHT next to you?

Yeah.

Sorry, ranting.

So...read, enjoy. I'll address the cakes and some other subjects (mainly something you probably already know, judging from all the PMs i've been getting about her) in the next chapp. I dunno when I'll be writing really, I dunno if I'll feel like it. Right now my stomach's in knots, but who knows, maybe it'll calm me down. Until next time?

Enjoy.

Peyton trudged up the stairs, eyes half-lidded, completely exhausted. It was dark out, and she was just now getting home.

Thank GOD Nanaw was asleep already, that's all she had to say. Miya and Dad decided to extend their honeymoon, because apparently, that one phone call from the school "threw off the rest of it". Cyeah right.

More like they wanted more alone time. Horny adults with sappy sides were NOT a good combination.

She pushed her door halfheartedly, and as it swung open, she saw Lindsay sitting on her bed.

"THERE you are, P!" She exclaimed with relief. If Peyton hadn't been so dead tired, she'd be screaming in surprise at the moment.

Instead, she just blinked. "...You scared me."

Lindsay sweatdropped. "Why the hell are you so tired, huh?" Peyton sighed and dropped her schoolbag, having gone straight to the cemetary after faking sick. "Let's just say Yuzu was totally right. More than once. I'm surprised I can still stand at the moment. Stupid Ichigo." Her older sister quirked an eyebrow. "Oooo...kay...I guess I probably don't wanna know."

Peyton shook her head. "No, you really don't."

"So where did you go? Obviously it had something to do with Ichigo and Yuzu?"

"The cemetary."

Lindsay nodded. "Ohhh, right! Masaki died today, like, seven years ago!" Peyton's temple throbbed. "...NO COMMENT on how even you knew that before me."

"I pay attention."

"I'm ignoring that, because I very clearly and loudly said 'NO COMMENT'," her younger sister grumbled as she shrugged off her dissheveled school uniform.

As she turned around to find some pajamas in her drawer, Peyton noticed Lindsay's expression change into one of curiosity.

"Linds, you've seen me in my bra and underwear before, what's so interesting?" Peyton asked distractedly while sliding her drawer open.

"Peyton, is that a bite mark on you?" Lindsay asked with a hint of a laugh. A perverted laugh at that.

Turning dangerously red, she grabbed the first item of clothing she could get her hands on and slipped it on, covering her exposed shoulder.

"N-No!"

"It LOOKED like one. A very HUMAN one!"

"IT WASN'T."

Seth suddenly popped his head in, looking at them. "Did I hear something about a bite mark?"

"NO!" Peyton squeaked rather pathetically, making her siblings smirk. "THAT'S a yes," he replied pleasantly before smirking even bigger at how red his little sister was.

"Jeez, Peyton, who knew you were so kiiinnnkkyyy?"

"GET THE HELL OUT!" She shrieked, throwing her shoe at him. Seth started laughing his ass off after she missed by a whole three feet, and just shut the door and continued about his business.

Lindsay was giggling, and giggled even harder as Nanaw suddenly trudged in. "Peyton, dear, I mean this in the nicest way...I would appreciate it if I didn't have to hear about you and your Hunk Muffin's sex life while I'm trying to sleep!"

"Blame my siblings! Nanaw, I would LOVE to not talk about it!"

Nanaw grinned rather mischievously. "Only a few weeks until summer. I'M SO EXCITED!" With that said, she left without another word to them.

Although, she left the door cracked open, so they heard her humming some random song with a lot of "Hunk Muffin" mentioned in the lyrics.

Peyton shivered rather violently with horror, and Lindsay pretty much collapsed onto her bed with laughter.

Ironically, Peyton realized she had unknowingly grabbed Ichigo's t-shirt of all things.

AN HOUR LATER...

"We should really be asleep right now."

"Yep."

With that lengthy dialogue, Lindsay and Peyton continued to devour their huge bucket of Ben & Jerry's Half-Baked; their favorite.

Well, Lindsay also had a soft spot for Phish Food. But her preferences didn't count. Peyton chose the ice cream, Linds chose the movie, that was good enough for them.

And of course she chose The Notebook. The one movie that could make Peyton cry every time she saw it, even when she knew what would happen and kept telling herself the ending.

Lindsay rolled her eyes as Peyton shouted to Allie not to leave. "DON'T LET YOUR PARENTS PUSH YA AROUND LIKE THAT, STAY WITH NOAH SO THAT WHOLE ENGAGEMENT THANG NEVER HASTA HAPPEN!"

She sweatdropped at the thickening of Peyton's accent; a telltale sign of when she was upset or extremely annoyed or angry.

"...You...DO know it's just a movie, right?"

She sighed at her older sister like explaining something simple to a two-year-old. "It's real to THEM, isn't it? What if OUR problems are just part of a movie? Or a video game? Or a story? Just something for other people to watch and comment on or control? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL THEN, HUH?"

"...Are you on your period? What is that, your third one this month?"

"I'M NOT ON MY PERIOD, THANKS VERY MUCH!"

Rukia sweatdropped by the front door. "Am I interrupting?" They turned their heads to look at her. "What if you are? You gonna wait outside until we're done?" Peyton asked.

Lindsay crossed her arms thoughtfully. "You must really be worn out if you're being THIS much of a smartass. You wouldn't be cracking so many of 'em if you weren't."

Peyton's temple throbbed. "I am tired, actually. I'm just not sleepy."

Rukia eyed her suspiciously before shutting the door behind her. "What exactly did you and Ichigo do after getting back from the cemetary?"

"We just screwed around," She said innocently.

Lindsay snickered. "Double meaning, anyone?" Rukia rolled her eyes and slipped off her shoes; Akuma bounded over and dragged one of them back to his lair, tail wagging like crazy.

"What're we watching?"

Peyton grew somber all over again, and actually sniffled a little. "...The Notebook."

"Something tells me Linds picked this one out," Rukia said slowly as she watched the younger Cullen stab her spoon into the Ben & Jerry's bucket before eating it slowly, eyes glued to the movie.

Lindsay sweatdropped. "Gee, what gave it away."

"The emotional wreck over there."

"I AM NOT EMOTIONAL! RAGING EMOTIONS ARE FOR PERIODS, AND PERIODS ONLY!"

"Then why're you SO DAMN EMOTIONAL?"

Peyton pointed at the tv. "I...It's...It's THE NOTEBOOK, for crying out loud!" She said exasperatedly as if that explained everything.

Rukia slowly shook her head. "...Well...anyway. I came over here to make sure at least ONE of you was studying."

"Studying for what?"

She threw a book at her, and Peyton caught it spastically, making her spoon fly out of her hand and hit Lindsay in the face.

"GAH!"

"That's karma for picking THE NOTEBOOK, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! ...Wait, what is this, anyways? A book on driving, it looks like...? ...Oh crap. Oh no. I can get my license now! I forgot about that!"

Instead of being ecstatic like any other 16-year-old, Peyton groaned and banged her head repeatedly against the rim of the Ben & Jerry's tub. "Noooo!"

"What the hell?" Rukia wondered. Lindsay sighed. "Peyton doesn't even know how to work a brake properly."

She shrugged, waving the sisters off. "Ehhh, how bad could she be?"

FIVE WEEKS LATER...

"You remember everything?"

"Yep."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"You're absolutely sure?"

"YES, Ichigo, I'm sure."

"Is this your dad's car?"

"Nope, it's Seth's."

Ichigo sighed with relief and handed her the keys. "Oh, good. That means Old Winona's out of the question."

"I wouldn't go thaaat faaar," she replied in a sing-song voice.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, blinking up at him innocently. Peyton glanced back at Rukia and Nel in the back seat. "Ummm...are you sure they should be here...to witness this...IN the car with us? While I'm driving?"

He grinned. "I thought you said you remember everything?"

"I do!" She replied indignantly.

"Well then, think of 'em as...incentive to not forget?"

"Ichigo, just shut up while I try to find the little slot you stick the keys in."

"The ignition?"

"Yeah, that! I just kinda...forgot the name...stop laughing!" Right as she was sticking the keys in the ignition, something hit the top of the car with a BANG, making everyone jump.

Peyton shrieked and shielded her head reflexively after having it banged against a wall so many times back in that solitary cell with the Iga Clan.

"HANDS ALWAYS ON THE WHEEL!" Ichigo and Rukia shouted, making her jump. "Sorry, jeez!"

Renji slid in through Nel's window, which she had rolled down and was currently using to shout "WHEEE!" even though they weren't moving yet.

Matsumoto, Toshiro, Lindsay, Orihime, Tatsuki, Kon, and Seth were at a safe distance on the overgrown grass of the abandoned mall parking lot in lawn chairs with popcorn.

Ichigo had drove them over there like the expert he was ("If you hotwire cars for a pastime for part of 8th grade, driving skills are kinda required, Peyton."), and now he was making her do the rest.

Stupid Ichigo, knowing how to drive and having to teach her. Now it was as if he had automatically won, dammit!

"Okay, check your mirror. No, the other one. No, that's MY mirror. I meant the rearview mirror." Peyton huffed. "Why didn't you say so? ...Okay, looking...oh, EW, SETH, WHY IS THIS POINTED SO I CAN SEE RIGHT UP RUKIA'S SKIRT?"

Seth turned bright red, Tatsuki turned red with fury, and Orihime sighed and shook her head. Ichigo made a thoughtful noise. "Huh...That's actually a really good idea."

Her temple throbbed. "Considering I won't be anywhere but in the passenger seat when you're driving, you better rethink that statement."

"...CHECK YOUR MIRROR."

"I did! What am I even checking for? The invisible cars to run me over?"

"Nooo, but you always check to make sure your path is clear."

Peyton sweatdropped as a tumbleweed rolled past, as if to prove how abandoned this place was. Toshiro sweatdropped, too. "...Rangiku, you did the research on Karakura Town. Do they even HAVE tumbleweeds here? Oh, wait, THAT'S RIGHT...it's underneath all the damn paperwork you still haven't done!"

Peyton looked at Ichigo, "sarcasm" written all over her face. "Gee, I really just don't know. I'm scared I'll hit someone, this area's always the most congested around this time of year."

His temple throbbed. "Okay, fine, DON'T check your mirror, and we'll see who crashes first, me or you. Alright, start the car."

"Started," she confirmed after revving the engine to life. Rukia sank low in her seat. "Oh SHIT, we're gonna die."

Seth had sank low in his lawn chair, too. "My poor car...PEYTON, DON'T REV IT SO HARD!"

"HEY, ICHIGO'S TEACHING ME, NOT YOU!"

"Peyton, don't rev it so hard," Ichigo agreed.

She huffed. "...Fine." Then she looked down spastically. "Alright, which one's the gas...?"

"NOT THAT ONE!" Everyone inside the car screeched, minus Nel, who was still saying "WHEEE!".

Peyton laughed nervously. "Heh...uhhh...KIDDING! Jeez." Ichigo sighed and shook his head. "Great, we really are gonna die."

"Hey, you're teaching me, aren't you?" She said sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

"I'm no miracle-worker." Her temple throbbed, and she elbowed him sharply in the gut. "OW, DAMMIT!"

"There's more where that came from if you don't tell me what to do next!"

"Put the gear in drive. That'd be the tiny little 'D' on there."

"I know what it stands for," she informed him as she put the gear in drive.

"Now press LIGHTLY on the gas."

Everyone waited for about three minutes, and Peyton looked around. "...Seth, I think your car's broken."

"Maybe it's the operator."

"Someone hit my brother for me!"

Three SMACK!'s echoed throughout the parking lot, followed by Seth whining "Owwwwwiiiieeee!".

Ichigo sweatdropped. "...Peyton, push a little harder, would ya?" She huffed. "Light, hard, make up your mind!"

The car sped up to about forty in three seconds, and everyone screamed bloody murder. "OHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIT!"

"TURN LEFT!"

SCCRRREEECCCHH!

"TURNING!"

"DO IT AGAIN!"

SCCRRREEECCCHH!

"DONE!"

"Gah! Brake, brake, brake, BRAKE, BRAAAKE!"

RRRRRRRRKK!

Everyone screamed even louder as she came inches away from running over Toshiro. Matsumoto adjusted her 3D glasses Yuzu let her borrow, bouncing excitedly. "Wow, it's like they're close enough to touch!"

Her Captain promptly keeled over, flipping out of his lawn chair with a groan.

"...Wrong way," Ichigo said weakly, halfway out of the seat, his arms and legs sprawled all over the place rather comically.

"You just said 'BRAKE' fifty times, how was I supposed to know?" She said defensively.

"Typically, when driving, we don't aim for PEOPLE!"

Everyone was panting heavily, Peyton included. Nel was screaming "WHEEE! Itsygo, make her do that AGAIN!", and finally, Peyton grinned. "...That...was AWESOME! C'mon, let's do that again!"

"NO!" Everyone shouted.

THREE HOURS LATER...

"AAAAAnd put it in park."

"Parked."

"And you're done."

"...What?" She asked with a yawn.

"You're. Done."

"No, I heard you, but...what?"

"I...didn't know the phrase 'You're done' had multiple meanings," Ichigo said with a sweatdrop. Peyton smacked him upside the head lightly. "Alright, smartass, watch it."

"What, no thank you?"

Peyton opened her mouth to reply, but glanced at the abandoned parking lot instead. It was dark except for maybe two street lamps that weren't broken in the area (one of which were flickering), and everyone else had left, leaving three lawn chairs and some random trash bits behind.

She grinned and rolled up her window, unbuckling her seat belt slowly and deliberately. "Oh, you'll get a thank you."