I stood there, staring at Kurosaki Ichigo. Blinking, my heart thumped against my chest, as though pleading to be set free. No...I shook my head, I didn't want what was flashing before my mind's eye.

But it was a beautiful lie, a wonderful lie that only I knew of.

Yes, things that I dreamt of at night. With his arms wrapped around me, dammit...and his peach lips against my deathly pale. I am disgusted with these twisted desires...pleasurable dreams. I didn't want them, I didn't want to be in love, yes love, with my best friend. Why did this happen to me? I'm a freak.

That's what I am...

...a freak.

He looked over at me with his caramel colored orbs, a warm smile on his lips as he strolled over to me. Simply sitting under a tree with half-lidded eyes.

"Hey, Shiro, come on...Chad's got this song that I'm sure you'll like," he spoke. Yes, I'm the one who mostly got those heart-warming smiles. Which is what lowers my restraint on my sanity, what held me back from doing what I dreamt each and every single agony-filled night, only to wake all alone. "You coming?"

I shook my head, my fingernails digging into the grass blades under my palms. I didn't want this, I didn't expect it to happen.

"I don't feel good," I muttered, voice low as I tilted my head to the side, "I'll check it out later."

My childhood friend lifted his right hand and placed it atop my forehead, a shocked gasp slipping past my lips as he quirked a brow.

"Well...I'll take you home," he decided, slipping his arms under me as I cried out in shock. A blush painting itself over my features, blinking and wrapping my arms around his warm neck, burying my face into the heated flesh. It was embarrassing...and comforting. "Chad, I'm taking Ogichi home, I won't be back until tomorrow."

"I-Ichigo!" I protested, lifting my face with a defient look on my face, the one that always made him chuckle, calling it a pout. "You don't need to take care of me, I'm fine!!"

"That's what you said with your last fever, and cursed Byakuya out...that was funny, I have to admit," he spoke. There...it was there again...that goddamned smile.

I quickly shoved my face back into the crook of his neck. "Was not..." I mumbled, my breath blowing against Ichigo's tanned flesh, causing him to shiver.

"That tickles," he sighed, "Shiro...you..."

"What?"

"You've been distracted lately, what's wrong?"

"Nothing..." I breathed, lifting my face until my chin was resting on my bright haired desire's shoulder. I wanted him...more than anything. But I knew the painful truth.

I couldn't have him.

He was what was distracting me.

"Nothing at all," Was the last thing I said before I let my eyes slide shut. This was better than nothing...this is how close I'll get to him anyway...

And, yet, the raising desire will not vanish...

A/N: I got tired...and I get inspired by anything when I'm bored. I was listening to: Older I Get by Skillet, and my life's kinda like this...random inspiration! Let's say that! Please review...and there isn't going to be a squel, unless I feel up to it, I might make Ichigo's side of this one-shot, or not.

A/N (2): Ichigo's POV of this has been posted, but as a separate part: Untouchable.