To say Grimmjow was confused was an understatement, he had no idea what the hell was going on or what Ichigo was talking about. A girlfriend? Grimmjow sighed and shook his head, attempting and failing to reach Ichigo as the automated message played again, asking him to leave a message.
"Hey Ichi it's me again... Look, I don't know why you think I have a girlfriend but I promise you I don't. Just... call me back when you get this, please." Ending the call, Grimmjow sighed and rubbed his head with a frown. "Why the hell would he think that?"
"So what did he want?" Grimmjow turned to see Tier had come back and was looking at him questioningly. "That guy, Ichigo? He seemed pretty pissed off."
"He's my boyfriend... or was, no he is... I don't know. He's got it in his head I'm cheating on him." He frowned and looked at her. "You didn't say anything like that to him did you?"
"No, you don't have a girlfriend as far as I'm aware. I didn't even know you had a boyfriend." She shrugged and walked over to him, placing a hand on his arm and smiled. "Obviously he has trust issues, you're better of without him."
Grimmjow frowned and looked down at her hand before brushing it off and stepping away. It was too similar to Ichigo's gesture to be comfortable. "That's not Ichigo, he wouldn't just assume that. Not unless he had reason too." Pulling out his phone again, Grimmjow tried to reach Ichigo, the call going to answer phone immediately. Sighing heavily, he frowned and looked at Tier again. "What did he say to you?"
"Just that he wanted to talk to you." She sniffed, looking away. "He yelled at me when I asked why, he's rude if you ask me." Looking back at Grimmjow, she smiled softly. "Maybe he thought we were together?"
Grimmjow snorted. "That's ridiculous, I've never even mentioned you to him. Tonight was the first time he'd found out about you." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Look, I'm going home, we can finish off the project tomorrow, it's not due in until next week."
"Do you want me drive you back?" She asked hopefully, following him to the door.
"No, I'm fine." He turned and smiled at her before opening the door. "See you at school in the morning."
"Ok." She watched him walk down the path and sighed, smiling to herself. "You're one step closer to being mine Grimmjow. It won't take long now."
Grimmjow slipped back into the house quietly, stealthily making his way up the stairs to his room. Sitting down on the bed, he pulled his phone out again and stared at it.
"C'mon Ichigo, you really believe I'd do that to you?" He looked up when someone knocked on his door, sighing when his mother came in. "Yeah?"
She frowned, moving to stand in front of him with a disapproving expression. "Is that really the way to talk to me?"
Grimmjow sighed heavily, forcing himself not to roll his eyes. "Sorry mother, what is it?"
"You're home early aren't you? I thought you would be at Tier's for a few more hours yet. She sighed when Grimmjow looked away. "What happened?"
"Nothing you care about."
"Grimmjow?" She sat down next to him and placed a hand on his knee. "I'm your mother, so I want to know."
"You really want to know?" Grimmjow looked at her again and snorted, a bitter smile forming on his lips. "Ichigo got pissed at me. He thinks I'm cheating on him, that I've got a girlfriend. Now he won't answer my calls."
She raised an eyebrow, glancing at the phone in his hands. "You've been talking to him?"
"Is that all you can say?" He asked in disbelief, standing up and gave her an incredulous look. "You don't care about how I feel?" He shook his head and laughed. "I bet you're glad this happened. All you care about is the fact that I was talking to him!" He looked down at his phone and frowned, dropping it in her lap. "Well there you go, that's my only means of communication with him. Not that he wants to talk to me so it doesn't even matter anymore."
He left before she could respond, ignoring his father at the door and brushed past him to leave the house again. Sighing heavily, he started walking. Giving up his phone was a stupid thing to do, berating himself for doing it because now, if Ichigo did call back, he couldn't answer. That would so help his position with the teen. He kicked out at a stone, watching it bounce across the road and shook his head.
It doesn't matter anyway, Ichigo doesn't want to talk to me so why would he call. Why does he think I've got a girlfriend? Who put that idea in his head? I was texting him five minutes before hand and he was fine, so what happened? Does he really hate me?
He sat down on a bench and groaned, resting his head in his hands. He still had another two months until his birthday and in that time, Ichigo could move on if he wanted to. The man had enough charm to get whoever he wanted and if he was mad, it wouldn't take him long to find someone new.
He scowled at the thought. Someone else dating Ichigo, kissing him, touching him. Someone else Ichigo could fall in love with. He stood up abruptly and balled his hands into fists before going back to his parent's quickly. He found them sat in the dining room, obviously talking about him by the looks on their faces.
"I need my phone." When they didn't say anything, he sighed in frustration. "Please, I need to call him again."
"What's the point when he won't answer?" His father asked calmly, leaning back in his chair to observe his son. "I think it's evident to say this charade of a relationship is in pieces. Just give it up Grimmjow."
"Charade?" Grimmjow glared and him, slamming his hands on the table. "Like hell it's fake, just ask Nel! I love him!" He looked at his mother. "Please, I need to get through to him. I won't let someone else take him." She hesitated and Grimmjow jumped at it, she rarely conceded, let alone went against his father. "Please, I'll do whatever you want. Just let me call him."
For a moment, he believe she was going to give him the phone. Then her face hardened and she shook her head. "It's for the best Grimmjow. You'll see soon enough, you don't need him."
Grimmjow sighed and glanced at his father, knowing there was no way to dissuade him. "Tch, fine." He left the room, going back into his own and laid down on the bed with a groan. "Fucking idiot, why did you give them the phone?" Running a hand through his hair, he sat up and opened his draw, pulling out a photo.
He'd managed to find a picture of Ichigo in his things, not realising he'd packed it. Smoothing out the corners, he sighed heavily and looked down at it with a soft smile. Ichigo didn't know about the photo, he'd taken it when he was asleep and never told him.
In the photo, Ichigo's face was smoothed free of lines, his hair sticking up in several directions and his mouth open partially as he breathed. Grimmjow frowned, tracing his finger over his cheekbone.
"I'll come back Ichi, I'll make you see the truth." He carefully hid the photo behind him with the door opened, frowning at his mother when she came in. "What? Haven't you said enough?" She closed the door quietly and sat down next to him, looking at him expectantly. "What?"
"For someone who wants their phone so badly, you're not really trying are you?"
He stiffened and looked at her with a frown. "What's the point. You and dad already said no so I can't say or do anything to change that." His eyes widened in surprise when she held out his phone and took it, looking at her confusedly. "Why?"
"You have five minutes, make it quick and don't tell your father. He doesn't know."
Grimmjow looked at her speechlessly, she never went again his father. She never chose him. "I... Thanks." She nodded and stood up, leaving the room quietly. Grimmjow looked down at the phone and sighed heavily before trying again to call Ichigo.
"Hello?" Grimmjow sat stunned for a moment when Ichigo answered, he really wasn't expecting him to. He heard Ichigo sigh heavily and sit up. "Who is it?" He murmured, slurring his words slightly and indicating to Grimmjow he'd been asleep.
He heard him suck in a breathe and hesitate. "What?" He asked sharply, making Grimmjow flinch.
"Just hear me out yeah?"
"Wait, don't hang up!" Grimmjow clutched the phone tightly, willing Ichigo to just hold on. He sighed in relief when Ichigo snorted and sighed in defeat.
"Ichi I'm not cheating on you, I swear. Please you gotta believe me."
Ichigo sniffed, and sighed heavily, Grimmjow could hear him shift around slightly. "Why should I?" He whispered quietly, barely loud enough for him to hear.
"Because you love me?" Grimmjow hesitated before answering, cursing for the questioning at the end.
He chuckled shakily. "Why does that sound more like a question than a statement?" He sighed heavily and paused before slowly responding. "Just... for now give me some space."
"Wait, Ichigo-" He sighed when Ichigo ended the call, dropping his phone on the bed with a groan. "Fuck..."
"So it didn't go well then?"
He looked up to see his mother had come back and looked away. "No, it didn't." He held out his phone and she took it, turning to leave. She paused at the door and looked back at him. "I'm sure he'll come around."
Grimmjow looked at her perplexed as she left. Why did she even care? His parents both hated Ichigo and their relationship. But maybe, his mother didn't as much as he thought. Laying down, he ran a hand through his hair and pulled his photo out from under him.
Ichigo would admit it, he felt bad about cutting the call short, and he hated himself for it. He shivered and curled up under his covers, holding his phone tightly to his chest.
After crying himself exhausted on the street curb, Ichigo had picked himself up and gone home. Thankfully, when he got back the house was dark and quiet, the perfect environment for him to sneak in without being stopped. He fell asleep quickly, to exhausted to even take his shoes off.
His dream had been nice, his pain forgotten in it. He was happy, he was with Grimmjow. They were, ironically, in his bed. They weren't speaking, Grimmjow was kissing the back of his neck, down his shoulder, over his spine. Ichigo shivered, letting out a soft moan and he smiled when Grimmjow chuckled and kissed his cheek.
"I love you Ichigo."
He woke up with a start and frowned when his phone rang, cursing it for waking him up and without thinking, he'd answered it. Needless to say, it was Grimmjow. He almost hung up, almost, but he couldn't. Something in Grimmjow's voice wouldn't let him, pleading. He almost believed him when he said he didn't have a girlfriend, but Ichigo couldn't bring himself to take that. He couldn't have that hope, only to crushed again, he knew he wouldn't live through that.
He wanted to believe Grimmjow so badly that it hurt. But his hesitation scared him out of listening. Ichigo was still angry, still hurt and definitely still drunk. Not a good combination to sit down and have a chat with. He let out a shuddering sigh and gripped his phone tightly, his thoughts drifting back to his dream.