Sugar!

Part 1

ÿþSugar!

This is honestly just fluff, sexy Grimm and oblivious Ichigo (Like always). It's Ichigo's Senior year, he has everything a perfect GPA, schedule, an awesome apartment he shares with his older brother, he doesn't need anything... or so he thinks. But what happens when Shiro, Ichigo's older brother crashes the prom?!

Ichigo stood off to the side watching all of his friends dancing, laughing and just plain having a good time. It pissed him off, he was here all alone because his brother bailed out two days before. He almost didn't come, but after his Anatomy teacher Urahara, "asked" him to come and take pictures for an extra credit assignment he had to come.

Speak of the devil. Urahara comes skipping to where Ichigo was standing on the Isle of Loneliness. He had on a black tuxedo, with a single red rose on the lapel but at the top of his shaggy blonde hair was his stupid signature striped hat. "Ichigo-kun! Are you taking pictures like I asked you too?" Urahara whipped out his fan to hide the mischievous smile now plastered to his face.

Ichigo rolled his eyes, the scowl on his face growing deeper. "You didn't ask, you threatened to shred my final term paper if I didn't come!"

Urahara tsked while fanning his face. "Details, details Ichigo-kun. Well don't disappoint me, don't forget to take pictures of the entertainment, although you might a little help... Well ciao for now!" Urahara walked away, as Ichigo called out for him to wait. Why would he need help with taking pictures? He blew it off, Urahara was straight up crazy and he did not want to even begin to figure out the method to that pervert's madness.

The hotel room that the school had rented out, had white and black streamers strung across the ceiling, the dance floor was a huge wooden square in the middle of the room. Which was currently flooded with sweaty teenagers, twerking or jerking or whatever to the music pouring out of the speakers that were pounding out notes, which will probably cause splitting headaches, damaged eardrums and broken toes. There was a huge stage behind the dance floor, where the live band was performing. Supposedly they were really awesome, Szayel the Student Council President wouldn't shut up about them.

The strobe lights changed colors every few seconds and they were starting to give him a headache. Groaning he closed his eyes attempting to will away everything. But unfortunately he pissed of very important people in a past life.

He felt the insistent tapping on his shoulder, and opened his eyes to stare at his best friend Shinji. Shinji was the extreme stereotypical gay boy from New York. He dressed in drag, wore glitter on all of his outfits and had a sicker runway walk than any model could pay for. He wore a slate grey coat, with a neon pink vest, a neon yellow tie, with white washed skinny jeans with checkerboard doc martins. On his face were his thick, black square glasses, which he needed, the boy was as blind as a bat. He had his short blonde hair with black tips. He was smiling something fierce which could only mean trouble for him.

Shinji didn't say a word and Ichigo didn't even think about putting up a fight, he just followed the prancing Shinji to the already jam-packed dance floor. Kesha's Timber poured out of the speakers and Shinji grabbed his arm and started, twisting and grinding his hips against his hips. Ichigo just closed his eyes and let the music and Shinji take him away. But he did wish there was something that actually made this piss poor night worth something.

His crush of a lifetime Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez graduated two years ago. He was the Captain of the football team, the hottest guy in the Northern hemisphere and named Prom King two years in a row, even though he was only a junior the first year. Grimmjow was a playboy and Ichigo had fallen hard when his older brother Shiro, Grimmjow's best friend brought the whole football team to their apartment. Their dad and sisters were still in Japan and would probably remain there even after they graduated except for Karin because she wanted to train in Spain for soccer.