When I woke up again, it was barely getting light outside. I repressed a groan, seeing as I didn't get more than about three hours, more or less, of sleep. I turned my head to see Ichigo was already awake, and was just laying his head back, staring at the ceiling. I suddenly yawned, and he turned his head to look at me.

"Morning." He said.

I smirked. "Morning."

"It seems we didn't get more than about three hours of sleep." He snorted.

"Yeah, I know." I sighed, irritated. I really wanted more sleep.

Before he could say anything else, he yawned, rather loudly. I very nearly started laughing, although I wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe I was just losing my mind. I couldn't say it was from lack of sleep, I was pretty sure I had gotten plenty of it. Ichigo looked like he was about to fall asleep again, with the way his eyelids drooped. I could easily tell he was trying to stay awake, for me probably, but I didn't want him to be tired all day; he'd be grumpy if he was. I just watched his face; it was a little amusing how he was fighting to stay awake. Which was ironic, I just woke up, he's been up for a while, and he is the one struggling to stay awake. I watched as his eyes did eventually slip closed and his head dropped back onto the arm of the couch, and he was sleeping again. I lay my head back down on his outstretched arm that I had already been using for a pillow, and just stared at the far wall. I didn't have anything better to do, as I couldn't get up with Ichigo's arm still around me.

I wasn't sure when I could get up, but I didn't care. I liked lying here with Ichigo, although who knows what his family thinks. But it didn't matter to me right now, I was warm and safe, and I hadn't left my body in days, which made me wonder what would happen if I did. I repressed that thought; I was taking a break from all of that, which meant I didn't need to sit here and think about it while I was waiting for Ichigo to wake back up. I should've gone back to sleep, that would prevent me from having any negative thoughts. But now I was completely awake, which wasn't surprising considering I was always an early bird before. Then I realized that we hadn't gone to school in a while…when were we planning on going back? I had to wait for him to wake up to ask.

It was at least nine when any activity in the house started, and it was Isshin, so I pretended I was still sleeping, and I heard him thump out into the kitchen. I didn't open my eyes back up because I heard thumping of footsteps down the stairs and going into the kitchen. It had to be Ichigo's sisters. Then I heard another thump of footsteps.

"Ichigo, you gotta get up, dad got a call from the school about your lack of attendance." It was Karin.

I let my eyes open and I heard Ichigo groan. "Alright I'm getting up."

"They mentioned hers too, by the way, since they weren't sure who they were supposed to tell."

"I got it Karin. I'll be in the kitchen in a second."

Karin stomped away and I slowly sat up. I stretched my arms and looked at Ichigo. "What day is it?"

"Saturday, I think." He said and then yawned.

"I need to get a change of clothes. And a shower." I frowned.

"We'll get that figured out, but for now, we may have to have you stay at Urahara's again. I know he's got clothes for you…" He trailed off, biting his lip.

"Why on earth does he have girls clothes?" I asked, creeped out.

He shrugged. "He's Urahara so who knows."

I snorted. "That figures."

Ichigo stood up, stretched, and walked out to the kitchen. I wasn't entirely sure what else to do, so I followed him. His dad was leaning against one of the counters, with his arms crossed. He didn't look mad, but it was hard to tell what he was feeling. For once his face was unreadable. I had forgotten the existence of school after injuries the first time. I was supposed to go back after that, but for some reason, we just never had. I guess in the face of these events, school wasn't important and had gotten pushed into the back of my mind. I didn't want to go.

Ichigo started talking to his dad in a low voice about the school thing, I assume, and he gestured to me a few times. I still just stood there, feeling kind of awkward I started to back out of the kitchen but stopped when Isshin looked at me. I didn't say anything, but I stopped moving, as if he had verbally told me to stop. He looked at me for a few extra seconds, then his eyes drifted to Ichigo. They continued talking and I backed out of the room without them noticing and wandered back to the couch and sat down. Yuzu and Karin went upstairs and back down several times and then went into the kitchen and stayed there. I didn't move from my spot. I didn't want to move, I just wanted to get cleaned up, and get this whole school thing cleared up. I already knew that I had to go back, no matter how much I really didn't want to.

Ichigo came back out to the living room a few minutes later and sat down next to me, and seemed to be controlling his expression on purpose.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Well, my dad was a little annoyed, but not too annoyed, that I've been skipping out on so much school. He didn't know why the school told him this, but he said you're welcome to stay here because we have a spare bedroom, luckily. The only issue now is clothes." He said it flat toned.

"Okay?"

"Maybe Orihime is back, she could take you shopping." He stood up. "I'll go call."

"Okay." I said and he walked out.

I buried my face in a pillow to hide a stupid smile off of my face. I got to stay with Ichigo. That was probably one of the best things that happened to me yet.