Hello my fellow readers~! Hope all is well :) Well, here is a continuation to the last drabble. I think I might continue it with just one more. Hope you enjoy! R&R please! (And sorry for the lack of updates... -cough-)

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo own Bleach.

Birds sang announcing the arrival of the rising of the sun. Orihime turned over in her bed and breathed in deeply. Her eyes slowly opened, squinting at the light entering through her window. Yawning, she stretched and fell limp against her bed again. The bed is mighty warm, isn't it? She groggily thought to herself. Glancing over to her clock with half-closed eyes, she saw that it was nine in the morning. And then it hit her. I'm meeting Kurosaki-kun for lunch today… Just the thought sent butterflies to her stomach. Slightly giggling, she finally got up and started to prepare herself for the day.

Placing her hair up in a tall ponytail, she headed to the bathroom but then saw her cluttered house. Her eyes widened at the mess of the boxes everywhere and sighed, deciding that she should clean before she took a shower. Tightening her ponytail, she walked to the first box and started to unpack.

An hour and a half later, Orihime was placing a mirror up on the wall when her phone started to ring. Jogging towards it, she answered with a chirpy hello.

"Hey Inoue, it's Ichigo."

"Oh! Kurosaki-kun! What's up?" She plopped down on her sofa and brought her knees up, her heart slightly beating faster.

"I was just wondering if you'd be ready in like half an hour? I'm just about to get home in a few minutes."

HALF AN HOUR?! I STILL NEED TO TAKE A SHOWER! I SMELL LIKE DUST AND NOT PRETTY AT ALL! "Of course, it's just the right amount of time I need." Why did I say that. WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT.

"Perfect, I'll see you soon then."

"Yeah, see you soon!"

They hung up and Orihime ran to the bathroom to take a shower. She ran out fifteen minutes later, her wet hair whipping behind her. She ravaged through her closet, not really knowing what to wear. She finally decided upon jean shorts with a blue shirt that had a hood attached to it. She grabbed her black boots that had a small heel on them and from her drawer, snatched out her white thigh-high socks. She ran out of her room in just a bra and underwear to her kitchen to grab her iron that was hanging behind the wooden pantry door. Running back, she glanced at the clock and saw she only had seven minutes left. Ironing like a maniac, she then put her clothes on even if they were still warm, almost falling over during the process. Stuffing her feet at last into the boots, she jogged over to her vanity and took out her make-up bag. She decided to just go natural, after all, she didn't want to look like she was trying too hard. Dumping the contents out of the small bag, she separated her mascara, blush, and lip gloss. Then just as she was about to put them on, she glanced at her hair which was all over the place and still wet. Growling in frustration, she grabbed her hair dryer along with a comb out of the one drawer under her vanity and plugged it in putting it on at full power. Once her hair was dry and combed through, she almost groaned again when she saw herself.

"I NEED MOOSE!" She yelled to no one. Running to the bathroom, she grabbed the bottle of moose and ran back to her room, while squirting the content into her hand.

Once in front of the mirror, she started running the moose through her hair, bringing small curls back in place and calming the frizz down. Content with her hair, she then applied her make-up, bringing her face closer to the mirror. The mascara brought out her already large eyes, her cheeks looked slightly rosy and her lips were, well, shiny. Finally she put her hairpins in place on the side of her hair. Stepping back, she smiled, slightly proud at herself by being able to do all that she did in just 30 minutes. At that moment, her doorbell rang and she jumped.

"Coming!" She yelled out. Grabbing her favorite perfume, she spritzed some on her wrist and neck, and walked quickly out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

She opened the front door and there he stood.

Oh gosh, he looks so cute…

She smiled at him, her cheeks becoming slightly rosier, and he just smiled back.

"Ready?" He asked. She nodded, quickly grabbing her small black bag and keys off the table behind her and stepped outside, locking the door.

It was a beautiful day once again with clear skies and just a breeze every now and then. The auburn began to fiddle with her fingers behind her back out of nervousness. Ichigo cleared his throat, not really knowing what to say.

"So, uh, how was it seeing Tatsuki yesterday?" He finally decided. It was better to ask about someone else than to draw attention to himself.

"It was great! I missed her so much. Sure, we called each other all the time, but it isn't the same as talking with someone in person. I really did miss her, and I guess I didn't know just how much until I saw her. I actually started crying!" She then laughed at herself and continued. "I can be so sensitive sometimes." She then smirked, recalling last night's events.

Her doorbell rang and Orihime ran, knowing just who was behind it. Quickly opening it, there was her best friend who she hasn't seen in seven years. And that was when the waterworks began.

"TATSUKI-CHAN!" Orihime gave her a big hug, in which was returned.

"Oh, Orihime, don't cry!" Tatsuki laughed and started to wipe away the tears.

"I-it's just I-I missed y-you so-o much!" She explained.

"I missed you a lot too, you crazy girl." She smiled and stepped inside, the take-out food at hand. "Ready for an amazing dinner?" Orihime nodded furiously, tears forgotten.

"Sounds like you had a fun night."

"Yeah, a lot. I'm happy that I came back." She stated with a small smile on her face. There was a slight pause and Orihime finally asked, "So, where are we going to eat?"

"Oh, there's a new sushi place around here and I heard that it's really good and I always wanted to check it out, but never really had the time."

"Sounds great!"

They had finally arrived, and it was a small place, but comfortable nonetheless. They sat down, menus at hand, smiling nervously at one another. Orihime glanced at the option before her and her eyes dazzled. Everything sounded so good; she didn't know what to choose.

"Have an idea on what you want?" Ichigo asked, still looking at the menu with a small scowl etched on his face.

Orihime just looked at him and smiled, remembering how much she loved to see that scowl all through high school. He really hasn't changed that much, has he?

"Orihime?" He raised his head quizzically, wondering if she heard him.

"Eh? Oh! I'm sorry, guess I was daydreaming. Hehe," she nervously laughed and cleared her throat. Ichigo's eyes softened. She really hasn't changed much, has she? "Well, I actually don't know, it all looks so delicious!"

"Well… do you mind if I choose then?"

"Oh, by all means! I trust whatever Kurosaki-kun chooses." She then grinned and in that moment, Ichigo felt his mind go blank. "Ne, Kurosaki-kun… are you alright?" He blinked a few times and nodded, looking back down at the menu before him as his face reddened.

"Uh, so I thought that these sounded good…"

Fifteen minutes later, Ichigo and Orihime fell into the rhythm of casually talking with one another, half-empty plates before them. The auburn placed another piece of sushi into her mouth while Ichigo was retelling a rather funny story, and she almost choked on it while laughing. They talked about their past, both in high school and the recent years. Once they finished eating, Ichigo paid for the bill even though Orihime begged to at least pay for her half. She lost the argument, of course.

They left the intimate setting and back outside. The sun was high in the sky and they both breathed in deeply at the same time.

"It's so nice today, isn't it?" Orihime commented.

"Yeah, it is… Uh, do you want to go home or do you mind staying with me for a bit longer?" The young orange head couldn't directly look into her grey eyes and instead observed the scenery behind her.

"Of course I wouldn't mind! I love being around Kurosaki-kun." Orihime's eyes slightly widened, realizing that she had just blabbed out her thoughts, and what if what she said was a little bit too far? Is she sounding clingy? What -?

Instead, Ichigo smiled at her and took the initiative of taking her hand. "Since you've been for awhile, there's been a few changes around here. There's a park that looks great around this time and weather and a small ice cream parlor nearby. I think you'll like it." He lead her, slightly walking faster than usual and she tried to keep pace with him, excitement written across her face.

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