Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The String ❯ Getting to the Party ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Ok, I started writing this like the second I got done with chapter one so I had to keep it on my desktop for a while. I'm glad I finally get to post it. This was one of my favorite chapters to write because Uryu is my favorite character and it was fun for me to imagine what he would act like at home and in the privacy of his own room and what might go through his head when he was grumpy and stuff. It was really fun to write… and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do…

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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. I simply gagged and bound the directors and producers of it and sto- borrowed the characters and politely forc- asked them if they would be interested in carrying out my somewhat annoying fan-girlish notions…

(Lucy: Don't believe a word she says…)

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Three: Getting to the Party

 

Uryu opened his eyes and squinted at his clock. Lifting his head off the pillow, he saw a few blurry numbers, which he assumed, were supposed to read 2:41. He groaned and rolled over trying to get back to sleep. The party didn't start for another two hours and fifteen minutes. Why did he keep waking up? He had stayed up all night fighting Hollows and doing schoolwork. Why couldn't he just stay asleep for more than an hour? He wasn't hungry, he'd gotten up that morning and had some breakfast and there was absolutely no way he was uncomfortable. This bed was the most comfortable thing in the world right now. Maybe he was just excited… No that wasn't the word… he was nervous… No that didn't quite describe it either… He was uneasy? Yes that was it… This whole thing made him just a little uncertain. He lacked self-confidence anyway.

 

Why did they decide to have a party? Why were teenagers so stupid? Or was this stupid? Was it stupid to have a birthday party at 5:00 on a Saturday afternoon? No, he decided. It was just stupid of him to agree to go to one for a girl that he liked at that girl's house where she would probably be wearing the dress he made her in which she looked like the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and where there would probably be games that would potentially embarrass him in front of all his friends and they would be the ones embarrassing him because they would know exactly what to say to make him act weird in front of the girl he liked because everybody except that girl knew that he liked that girl.

 

This was possibly one of the most problematic things that had happened in his life. Or so he would think. He suddenly knew why he had never been interested in girls before now: THEY WERE TOO MUCH TROUBLE!!!!!!! Was this how popular people felt all the time??? No wonder they all put on an act. Maybe they all acted that way because they wanted to get away from their problems.

 

Uryu suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be trying to get back to sleep. Well there was another ten minutes he'd lost thinking about things he didn't want to think about instead of sleeping. 'Or maybe you do want to think about them. Otherwise why would they keep popping into your head?' Damn that snobby little voice! Why did it always have to be right? Oh no! Here he went again, rambling on inside of his own mind and- “Ok, fine! I'll get up!” he said aloud to himself.

 

Uryu sat up and looked around the room, then irritably snatched his glasses off the nightstand next to his bed and hastily slid them onto his face. He crossed his legs, putting his elbows to his knees and rested his head in his hands. After a few seconds of sitting there like that, Uryu tossed the blanket off of himself and stood up, then realized he was in the exact same clothes he had worn yesterday.

 

Now it was all coming back to him; he'd been doing his homework when he had to go fight off a few Hollows. That took a few hours. When he had gotten back home he saw that his homework wasn't done and (for some odd reason) finished it, and then stayed up reading a book until he could no longer keep his eyes open.

 

Reverting his attention back to the present he noticed exactly how uncomfortable he really was. His jeans were scrunched up behind his knees and his shirt was very wrinkled. He walked over to his mirror to see just how ruffled he was and saw that his hair was sticking up at odd angles. He entangled his fingers into his hair and shook his hands, effectively tangling his hair everywhere. He then walked over to his dresser and sifted through various articles of clothing until he found the combination he was looking for.

 

It was a pair of khaki pants and a light blue cotton button up shirt over a darker blue long-sleeve T-shirt. This was his loose and laid back style of dress. He would have worn this every day if his school hadn't required student uniforms. He walked back over to the mirror and observed his reflection. His hair was still very messy and it had settled down due to gravity and the smashing of the shirt over it.

 

As he looked upon his reflection, he soon realized one thing, and as he realized that one thing he said it aloud to himself only to further etch it into his own mind. So, standing in front of his mirror on that cloudy Saturday afternoon, Uryu Ishida could be heard saying to himself in a slightly saddened demeanor “I'm such a nerd…”

 

He sighed and made his way over to his desk to find a comb. As he was rummaging through messy drawers he heard his stomach growl and thought to himself “Well I guess I am hungry after all…” Upon finding the comb he closed the drawer, walked back across the room to the mirror, jammed the comb into his hair at the part and slid it down until it wouldn't go anymore. Great. Why had he tangled his hair so much when he got up? What was the point of that? Now his hair would be frizzy and annoying all day… He would probably have a lot more split ends now than he already did on the one day he actually cared about how he looked.

 

He got to work straightening out his hair and finished a few minutes later without causing any serious damage to it. He tossed the comb back into the desk drawer and slid it shut, then looked back at the clock, which read 3:12. Going back to his dresser, he fished out a pair of socks and slid them on, then dropped to his hands and knees to find and yank the shoes he was going to wear out from under it. As he sat back up, his head came in contact with something very hard and heavy. Of course, he hadn't shut the drawer. Here came the pain… he groaned, partly at his discomfort and partly at his own stupidity, rubbing his aching head. He stood up (without hitting his head this time), slammed the drawer shut as hard as he could without breaking anything and stomped out of the room with his shoes in hand, grumbling about lunch.

 

Once in the kitchen, Uryu searched the cabinets for a bowl, found one set it on the table, poured about three inches of his favorite cereal into it and got out a spoon. After placing it in the bowl, he spun around and opened the fridge, looking for some milk. He groaned again upon realizing that there was no milk. Grrr!!! This was not his day. He would just have to make something else… He looked at the clock again even though he already knew what time it was. The clock on the stove said 3:16. He had an hour and forty-five minutes. Really, since he had to walk there and he wanted to be just a few minutes early, he had only an hour and a half. He decided, since he couldn't really cook, to have some Ramen. It was easy, fast and good.

 

Uryu poured the cereal back in the box, put the spoon back in the drawer, and made a package of Ramen. This was somewhat annoying because every time he had to get near the pot (to stir it, turn the stove off or get the noodles into his bowl), the steam made his glasses fog up. He absolutely hated that feeling. That was the thing he hated the most about opening the dishwasher to put away the clean dishes. All the steam rose up and hit him in the face at the same time making it impossible to see. That was very annoying…

 

When he had eaten pretty much the whole pot, he glanced at the clock for what seemed to be the millionth time that day and saw that it read 3:42. He still had about an hour left, so he decided to just hang around for a while. Going back to his bedroom, he logged onto the laptop sitting on his desk, and read fanfiction for his favorite book series. A while later, as he was stuck in a particularly boring part of the story, Uryu couldn't help but look at the clock in the corner of the screen. It was now 4:30. He saved the story to his favorites and started up a game of Tetris. He had just lost his millionth game when he looked back at the clock. Now it was 4:49.

 

After putting his dishes in the sink, slipping on his sneakers and dropping his house key into the right pocket of his pants, he left the house and headed for Orihime's. He'd never been to her house before but he knew the address. He'd been in that part of town enough to know where to go. There was a park about two blocks away from where she said her house was. When he was a little kid, Uryu had loved to play in that park. He and his mother would go for walks around town when there was good weather over the summer and since he played in that park so often they would usually go walking around that neighborhood. He was sure he'd seen Orihime's house before. He just hadn't known it yet. He closed and locked the front door behind him and set off down the street.

 

After walking for a few minutes, he arrived on the street Orihime lived on. He hadn't walked very far down it when he saw the house number he was supposed to be on the lookout for. As he was walking up to the house, he observed it. It wasn't all that big but it couldn't exactly be called small either. It was maybe a few square feet larger than his house. He was on the porch in only a few steps. Before he even thought about ringing the doorbell, Uryu looked over himself and made sure his clothes looked how he wanted them to and his hair didn't look too bad (this was accomplished by using the glass door like a mirror).

 

He checked his watch, yet again, and saw that it was now 4:56. He rang the doorbell and jammed his hands into his pockets, trying to create the image that he was relaxed and maybe even cooler than he looked. He knew that he probably wouldn't be able to pull it off but he could try.

 

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A/N: Ok, I don't know if that's such a good ending to this chapter but I didn't have any other ideas for it. I'll probably revise it later but until then we'll just have to deal with this… I'm also sorry it's so short…