I've been reading too many comics and this came up.

This is written in Ichigo's POV

Romeo and Juliet were of two rival royalties. because of that, they were not allowed to be together. And so, they were dramatic enough to kill each other in a REALLY stupid string of misunderstandings.

Sigh.

But I took literature as my class, so I'll just have to shut the hell up and listen.

Professor Ukitake is going on and on about the snowball of feelings the viewer gets when watching the scene unfold and come to its bloody end. I keep tapping away on my keyboard as I try to summarize his words.

While suddenly, I heard a knock on the window of the classroom. I ignore it, keeping my mind busy with typing. The knocking just increases, I feel my brow tick. Professor Ukitake stopped talking and everyone went quiet. I looked up as I finished the last line of my summery when I see everyone facing the window.

I turn my head to see what's got everyone so quiet.

What...the HELL?

Through the window, there is a guy with BLUE HAIR, he must be some sort of punk guy. He was wearing a leather jacket with TONS of zippers and safety pins attached, underneath was a shredded olive green undershirt that was way to big for him, it had a black breast pocket with a skull on it, on his neck were two dog tags dangling on his muscled chest.

It looked like he was about to do something insane when he finally got our attention. He Reached for something but then his head snapped to look at his side, his expression turned surprised and a security guy TACKLED him to the ground.

We honestly didn't know what to do as we sat, glued to our seats.

The blue haired guy got up and started cackling as he kicked the security man that was still on the ground and ran off.

The security man got up, holding the small of his back as he shook his fist at the running man. Before finally sighing harshly and walking away with an angry face.

"ahem..." we all looked at professor Ukitake as he cleared his throat "now that that's over, how about we end it for today?" he gave us an uneasy smile and we all went out.

I was walking home finally. It's evening now. After Ukitakes class I had five others. My mind is mush from all the information I've crammed in it today.

God I hate Tuesdays.

Somehow everything is horribly wrong on this day, and everything is dragging on forever. Like my classes for instance.

But the walk to my apartment is nice at least. It's fall, so the weather is nice and chilly and there aren't many people around so that's a plus.

I am SO horribly unsocial I'm surprised I have any friends. I REALLY like my alone time. Sometimes it's the only thing that keeps me sane.

Sigh, it's like I'm an old man.

I'm twenty three for GODSSAKE! I'm about to finish my studies of a subject I give zero shit's about, and I'm not doing anything in my life.

What the hell was I thinking? Literature? What kind of hopeless romantic WAS I?

I could slap my face every single day and still it won't make me feel any better. I let a person dictate my life and now when that person is long gone, because I'm not fucking GOOD enough. I'm stuck with said persons decisions.

I feel like punching something.

"whoa! Hey orange!" I hear someone shout as I take a detour through an abandoned parking lot that seems to be filled with some freaky people and loud music.

Perfect.

"Oi orange, the fuck's your problem? I'm talking to ya!" the voice comes nearer.

Double perfect.

I stop in the middle of the freak-fest that is going around and turn to said voice. The source seems to be a tall bald man holding a cigarette in his hand, with the most smug face I have ever seen.

I ball my hands in the pockets of my jacket and wear a bored expression.

He walks up to me and leers "what's yer name?" he says as he blows smoke into my face.

I back off and scrunch my nose to the scent that is forced into it.

He saw my expression and chuckled "heh, sorry about that." he narrowed his eyes at me hungrily. Did I say that this was perfect? Cause this is fantastic.

I open my mouth for the first time today it seems "I'm going to punch you in the face" I say blankly.

He raised his eyebrow at me "wha?" he blew more smoke out.

"I, That means me. Am going to punch you, that means the prick with his smoke in my face. In the face." I talked as if I'm trying to communicate with a retarded human being.

He pulled his eyebrows together as I put my bag down "aww c'mon, don't be lik-"

You can imagine in your head the sound of a nose crushing.

"FUG! you bwoke my fuging NODE!" he bent down from the pain and held his 'node' with both hands, cupping it.

I put my bag back on, and look at him. "have a good one." I said as I turned my back to him, heading home again.

"y'little..." I felt a hand clasp my shoulder harshly.

Well I DID say I was going to punch him, it's his fault for not dodging or leaving me alone really.

I let his hand turn my body to him and as I used his strength and mine to face him, using the momentum, I kicked the side of his legs, throwing him off balance. He fell to the ground with his raised fist still balled up.

"I think yer friend dosen't wanna play." I hear a gruff voice from behind me, I turn and see that it's that blue haired punk guy again.

Whoa, weirdo-fest all over the place.

Bald guy looked at him angrily and got up. he spit at my feet and groweld "I bet you're fucking loose anyway." he turned and began walking away.

"actually, I'm pretty fucking tight." I said after him shrugging casually. Considering I hadn't had any sex for the past three months, it's the truth.

I heard a deep chuckle next to me and turned to the blue haired weirdo. I noticed that his pants are holding at least three chains on them, two on the side and one across the back.

"you're fucking funny." he gave me a crazy shark grin as he kept chuckling.

"so I've heard." I nod in appreciation.

He stuck out his hand "I'm Grimmjow." he purred at me.

I took a second to look him up and down, noticing his dirty combat steel toe boots.

"I'm going to punch you in the face" I said as if I've finally decided.

He tilted his head "well usually you just sa-"

Unfortunaltely, there was no crunching noise accompanying this right hook.

Grimmjow let out a "whoa!" as he caught my fist in his hand. Now you'd think that he could just stop there, but no. He used my fist to pull me closer to him, bumping our chests together and circled his other hand around my back. And of course, leaning me backwards. It looked like we were in the finishing pose of some sort of dance.

He grinned as I gaped at him in shock "uh, can I go now?" I said awkwardly as I see people starting to stare.

Grimmjow-blue-hair pulled me up to a standing position (thank god almighty) but did not let go of my body.

"how 'bout you stay for a beer? You're pretty interesting." he smirked and tilted his head to see my face more clearly.

I glanced at the people staring at our close proximity and looked back at him "will you let me go then?"

He seemed to notice my uncomfortableness as he glanced cheekily around "two beers." he held me closer.

He's taller than me so I feel suffocated, and I don't like to be held. It reminds me of another person that liked to hold me, and frankly I don't want to be any more bitter than I am now.

"whatever just let me go." I scowl.

His face seemed to brighten up as he let go of my back, leaving me feeling a little bit more cold and upset for different reasons. I sighed as I followed him to one of the groups that was a part of the weird-fest.

On the back of his jacket was a huge white number six attached. Hum. Numbers.

When we got closer I heard one of the group call "Oi Grimm! did the redhead fall for ya?" it was a tall guy, like, REALLY tall. He wore a bandana on his eye and he had inky black hair flowing down his shoulders.

"shut it Nnoi." 'Grimm' barked at him playfully "I bearly got him to talk to me, dont make him think I'm as obnoxious as you." as on cue, the freakishly tall man let out an obnoxious loud laugh.

Figures.

Grimmjow sat down on a bench and Motioned for me to sit with him. He handed me a beer bottle after opening it with his teeth.

I scowled "you know you're gonna brake your teeth like that right?"

He looked at me dumbly and then let out a laugh. I scowled deeper.

"what are you? An old man?" he chuckled at me, opening the other bottle in the same way.

"no, I'm twenty three asshole." but alas, apperantley I'm an old man at heart.

He spat the bottle cap and tipped up his beer in a 'cheers' motion "I'm nine-teen." he took a swig.

"WHAT?"

WHAT? My thoughts and mouth synced for a second as a result of the shock.

The guy is RIPPED. He has broad shoulders and is built like a mountain! And he's fucking taller than me by a whole head!

He swallowed his beer and looked back at me, putting his arm on the back of the bench "yeah, I don't look like it." he grinned.

I was sitting like a statue, not moving an inch as I gaped holes in his face. He leaned in, tilting his head again like a cat "you there?" he bored his eyes into mine. His eyes are also blue, but they are the bluest I have ever seen.

I am gaping at a man who I have met today that humiliated me in front of people I do not know and do not want to know. I blink at the realization.

He chuckled "did I win you over?" he did not stop grinning for a second.

I looked as if thinking really hard about this "nope. Not at all." I finally said, giving him a fake happy face.

"dammit!" he swung his fist, looking upset and playing along with me and I chuckled.

"whoa! You can laugh!" he smiled big and his blue eyes doubled in size.

I rolled my eyes "well I AM a human being, so, you know..." I smiled at him.

We both drank a LOT more than two beers as we talked for a long time. Apperantley, Grimmjow was dared to spray paint a huge dick on the window in the process of a lesson in the class without being caught but failed. I was laughing so much my checks hurt. Grimmjow was pretty entertaining.

"I don't think I laughed this much in a pretty long time." I wipe a tear from the corner of my eye, giggling.

"you can come anytime. I'll keep you entertained" he winked at me with promise.

"hmmm... Will you?" I leer at him and take a swig from my beer. He looked at me intensely.

Do I really wanna fuck someone now?

I-I, don't feel right. I felt a pang in my chest.

Grimmjow was leaning closer to me and I quickly took out my phone.

It's three fucking am. I have work tomorrow morning.

"shit" I curse under my breath.

"what's wrong?" Grimmjow breathed out. I blocked him there.

"I have work in five hours." I face palm and dragged the hand down my face.

"I'll walk you home" I heard him offer.

I stand up and wobble for a second, I turn to him "don't worry kid, I'll be fine." I grin at him.

He raised an eyebrow at my insult and got up "wouldn't want you to brake a hip on your way, geezer" he towered over me, I'm sorry I lied folks, THIS is the smugest face I have ever seen.

"oh fuck you." I punch his arm playfully.

"all you gotta do is ask." he held my chin with his fingers and leaned in for a kiss.

I have that pang in my chest again. So I turned my face away just as our lips were supposed to touch and laughed "then please fuck off."

"ouch." he held his hands on his chest as if nursing his heart.

I rolled my eyes at him and started walking. Grimmjow caught up with me and we left the loud parking lot.

He leaned to look at my face "what are you afraid of?" he narrowed his eyes.

I glance at him "afraid?" I raise my eyebrow.

He nodded "yeah. You seem to not like interaction at all."

I sigh "you can say I'm pretty antisocial." drop it. Drop it. drop it.

He let out a "pfft! Didn't seem that way to me when we talked. Don't take this wrong, I'm no creep but I meant that you don't like touching." he looked forward.

I kept quiet.

"you're right, I don't." I admit angrily. What the fuck is this? An interrogation?

He noticed my angry tone "you had a bad breakup?" he tilted his head again.

I stopped my walking and he stopped two steps after me looking back at me. I narrowed my eyes at him, hands balled in my jacket pockets.

"that is none of your fucking business." I snap.

Grimmjow was unfazed by my attitude and walked closer to me "hey look, I like you. I'm pretty sure you've noticed that already by moving away when I tried to kiss you." he said while shruging "I just wanna get close to ya." he added, he moved closer to me and my back hit the wall.

I don't really know what to say to that casual conffession. So I keep my mouth shut.

Grimmjow put his palm next to my head as he leaned on it "by the way you never told me your name." I felt like he was analyzing me.

I sigh "it's Ichigo." I looked back at him.

He tilted his head and moved closer "hmmm... Ichigo." he said as if testing my name out. "thats pretty fucking cute." he smirked.

I scowled "it does not mean strawberry."

He chuckled "coulda fool me." he smiled apologetically.

"nice." I say sarcastically. "whats a nineteen year old doing out at these hours anyway? shouldnt you go home to your parents?" I seethed out.

Grimmjow scowled at that and narrowed his eyes.

Oh please don't tell me it's a touchy subject.

"that's fucking low Ichigo, you don't know what fuckin-" he stopped himself from snapping at me, composing himself, he continued "ya know what? Never mind." he leaned away and turned to leave.

Oh shit, I move away from the wall and and run after him. I grabbed his arm to stop him "Grimmjow wait! I'm sorry I-" Grimmjow turned around and caught my lips, he cupped my face so I wouldn't run away and again circled his arm around my back.

He coaxed my lips to move with his own and pried them open with his tongue, rubbing against my own.

My hands were laying on his shoulders to try and reach him cause he's too fucking tall. He squeezed my body into him.

We broke the kiss and he smiled at me cheekily "actually I live alone because I moved out when I was sixteen on my own."

My eyes grew as I glared at him in shock "you lying piece of shit!" I pownded on his chest with my fist angrily "I thought your parents were dead or something! Agh! I can't believe you!"

Grimmjow couldn't stop laughing "worth it." he then said.

I noticed he was still holding me "being a hopeless romantic wouldn't get you anywhere." I said as I released myself from him.

Grimmjow puffed out his chest and he kneeled on one leg "ah, but it gave me... Your lips." he said in a dramatic voice while moving his hands.

I sucked on my teeth, I got Grimmjow's taste in my mouth. I don't know if that makes me happy or embarrassed. Or both.

Grimmjow rose from the ground "you liked it." he leered at me.

I smiled at him "I did" I said to his face.

He looked surprised because he didn't think I'd admit that.

I turned away and kept walking in to rest of the way to my apartment with Grimmjow.

Um yeah this is a thing, it has words in it.

And stuff.

Shut up.