Bad4Me

Between us?

Laughter fill the air over their heads as they journey the roads of the past. Belle having gaze into the bottom of the glass, the russet color liquid halfway consumed before she realize that she is feeling a slight buzz. Averting her green eyes back to eyes of liquid gold, already staring back at her, "You remember that silly crush I had on you?" She smiled.

Arching a bright orange eyebrow, he scoffs, "Was it truly that silly?"

"I mean yeah, every girl, some guys even, in school had a crush on thee Ichigo," Belle shrugs, catching on to the noise he let escape his nose.

Peering over the glass, chugging the rest of the substance quick, Ichigo looked back to her after a small belch, "None of that mattered," rolling his eyes.

The woman of fair skin mimic his posture, leaning back into her chair, with her legs crossed, "Of course none of it matter. We were all young then. Now we're adults with careers, married, working on building a life together with the people we chose, bills. Ugh, what I would give to be a teen again, when it was all simple,"

Quitely he laugh to himself, side eyeing the woman, "Yeah, same," It came as no surprise that his heart fluttered to the sight of her. He didn't plan on stopping by, he didn't want to accept her invitation on hearing the new song she wrote for Grimmjow. And here he was. As always, she wore her hair out and unruly, curls flying everywhere in their natural state and he wondered if she would allow him to tug one just like old times. The same as he did so many years ago when they were close. Black is always her color. Elegant in her crop long sleeve and high waisted leggings that attached to her like a second skin. Wondering did she sneak away from Grimmjow to dress like that? Or did Grimmjow truly trust her to handle herself against these pervs who notice her proportion?

.....wait.

He chuckles to him self, eyes falling to her black thigh high riding boots before turning before him. Ichigo knew Cleo and Belle often went to the gun range being that Starrk wouldn't leave his lady unprotected and Grimmjow following suit, brought her a blue custom for her birthday back in June. Smart man.

"What's so funny Berry?"

Lightly he shake his head, "Nothing,"

Belle bump his shoulder with her own and the cursed wind carrying her perfume to his nose shook his being. Ah, he shouldn't have sat too close

"Come on, tell me," she pry, cooing next to his face playfully before he pointed a finger to her forehead gently mushing her back into her seat. "Ouch!" She rubbed, plopping down on the rolling chair.

"Anyway," a exasperated sigh escape him, rolling his shoulder, calming his inner thoughts. "Song sound amazing. Your voice lovely as always. How are you and...the brute?"

"Hmm?" She hummed, her bright green eyes looking from the glass tugged in her fingers as she tap her nails nervously against it, "we're...okay I guess,"

Curiously tilting his head to the side, "You guess?"

"Mhm," she hums. Considering whether to continue, to confide in the man who she once wanted to give her everything too.

"Belle?"

Her eyes jumped from cranberry wood floor, to look to him. His bright hair longer, falling just at his shoulders. And God he always looked good in a crew-neck sweater. It wasn't too tight but the black cashmere sweater fit his form perfectly to a modest display of shapely muscles subtly notice underneath. He match the combination with light washed jeans and black boots. Nothing too extravagant and yet in his simplicity, he is undeniably attractive.

"Sorry," she laughs, shaking her head.

Ichigo smirk, "I thought I lost you,"

"Almost did," she laughs to herself now, "but yeah, we're getting by,"