Hello all! I'm at 700+ reads with this fanfic and it hasn't even got to the good stuff (in my opinon) Thank you to all the silent readers who just support the book and thank you to the guys that review! Let's get back to the story and Grimmy bursting in on them :)
BE CAREFUL – THERE IS A SECOND CHAPTER SO DON'T JUST GO THINKING THIS IS A ONE CHAPTER UPDATE – READ THE NEXT AS WELL!
Shit, shit shit! How long has that blue-haired bastard been there for!? Shiro hissed in his mind as he stared at the wide 'shit-eating' grin Grimmjow wore on his face as he trotted towards them. Ichigo was stood behind the albino frozen to the spot, and mouth wide open as the devil crossed his arms over his chest and pulled out a cigarette calmly. "Told ya, you liked him," he laughed, lighting the end of the cancer stick and bringing it to his mouth.
Shiro's lips curled into a snarl and he stepped forward protectively as Ichigo tried to form a coherent phrase. "W-wh are – T-this i-is . . ."
Grimmjow chuckled at the berry's sudden downfall in confidence and blew out a poof of smoke, the same smirk plastered to his face. "Who said I like 'im?" Shiro blurted, choosing to ignore the small flash of anger in those brown orbs as they glanced towards him.
"Shiro," he cooed, "Are you really going to pull that on me?"
"I don't know what ya talkin' 'bout," he replied, a fake grin stuck to his face as he tried to fool the blunette.
"So that wasn't you sucking his face off then, eh?"
Shiro's smug smirk dropped a little at the thought of how long he had been there for and cursed. "So tell me Shiro," he said, flicking the lighter between his hands. "Is he a one-night stand or just a prolonged booty call?"
Ichigo glared at the albino and the blunette, his face flushing in both anger and the way they were talking about their 'relationship' so openly. Although by the end of this he wasn't sure if there was going to be a relationship. Shiro remained on the spot his fists clenched and his mind working overtime as he tried to decide what to do. "Well?" Grimmjow asked. "Is that why you want him on your team - easier access anytime ya like?"
Ichigo flinched and turned to stare daggers into the back of the albino as he gave Grimmjow a look that could kill. If it weren't for him being in the workplace he would have punched the living day lights out off him. "What 'bout the connection we had during his audition?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest.
Grimmjow shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall. "Sure there was a stronger connection than the others contestants but that could have just meant ya wanted him more – Who was the one who was sulking beforehand because you didn't get that good-lucking chick Hallibal,"
Shiro growled lowly, warning his past best-friend to be quiet and leave but the blunette apparently wasn't having any of it. The albino watched as Grimmjows eyes darted to behind him, staring at the fuming berry who looked ready to kill; who he did not know. "I'm off – You're welcome to come and get a small rehearsal in before we go on stage," he offered, genuinely seeming to care for a moment.
"I'll be there in a sec," came his almost instant reply making the blunette smirk at the prospect of having his desires come true.
"Alright then – don't be long, Ichi,"
They both watched as he left chuckling to himself and soon the room fell into the silence as the door slammed shut behind him. Shiro slowly turned around and held his head low, preparing to explain to Ichigo before a hand collided with his face. "W-what-!?"
"Are you serious!" he shouted, his face flushed a bright crimson out of fury. "A prolonged booty call? I thought you were different but maybe serenading people with songs is just a trick you use to get people in your bed!"
"Ya're seriously listenin' ta that jerk!"
"He's the only one that's making sense so yes!" he screamed back, his orange bangs falling in front of his eyes covering the tears that were gathering in the corners.
"Ichi . . .," he whispered, attempting to calm him down.
Shiro watched as his lifted his head, tears now showing before snarling at the man, his finger jabbing into the albino's chest. "Don't you dare call me that!"
Shiro watched in shock, his eyes the size of saucers, as he stormed passed him, the door slammed with so much force the room shook. The albino exhaled loudly and pressed himself into the wall wishing it would just swallow him up. "Shit," he cursed.
Ichigo fiddled with his guitar strap, his teeth biting through his bottom lip at the song they had changed to last minute. He was sure Grimmjow had done it on purpose but for once he was actually grateful – it would sum up his feelings perfectly. The only problem was that he was afraid he would see those gold eyes again and melt and just . . . give in. Ichigo shook his head at his own thoughts and clenched his teeth. He should have known it was too good to be true. Why would a rock star like him, who could attract all the men and woman in the world choose him; he should have known he would only want him for sex! He jumped slightly when a firm hand clamped down on his shoulder but relaxed when he saw it was only Grimmjow. "What do you want?" he asked, not in the mood to deal with anymore shit.
"I'm sorry 'bout having to say that," he whispered, shrugging his shoulders minutely.
"Its fine – It was better to find out sooner rather than later," he admitted.
Grimmjow nodded and gave him an almost reassuring squeeze before walking off, throwing back a comment as he walked off. "We're on in 5 – Good luck,"
Ichigo sighed and stood up before following him into the lights. I'm so not looking forward to this. . .