Happy Birthday to sethadmirer! I know you didnt ask for this, sweetie but I really appreciated the drawing you did for me. I'm sorry this is late but i've been so busy! But it's here now, so enjoy! :D xxx

Anyone Else But You – The Mouldy Peaches ~ Check it out on youtube! It's such a lovely song and it was my inspiration for this story.

AU - Grimmjow and Ichigo are childhood friends who started getting 'touchy-feely' with each other from a young age. No feelings, no nothing; just screwing around. Then shit gets complicated.

From Ichigo's POV and this is un-beta'd. Also it's supposd to be quite short, haha. I'm lazy.

Review and enjoy! :)

Anyone Else But You – The Mouldy Peaches

You're a part-time lover and a full-time friend
The monkey on your back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

I'll kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train
I'll kiss you all starry-eyed, my body swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

Pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive
So why can't you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

I will find my niche in your car
With my MP3, DVD, rumble pack, guitar
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

Don Quixote was a steel-driving man
My name is Adam, I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you

Squinched up your face and did a dance
Shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you
But you

My alarm clock beeps unrelentingly.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck." I groan into my pillow. I stick my arm out from under my warm covers and swipe blindly at the bedside table. When I hit everything onto the floor with a crash I pull the covers from my head angrily.

"Fucking, asshole!" I swear loudly, hoping my dad will hear me, wherever he is.

He does this from time to time. It's the simplest and most annoying thing in the whole fucking world.

He's moved my alarm clock to my desk on the opposite side of the room, knowing I will have to get up and fucking walk over there to turn it off.

And Father-Dearest knows that once I'm out of bed, there's no going back. I just can't go back to sleep once I've begun to move around.

I growl emphatically and hear deep chuckling from downstairs. Stupid old man.

With tired movements I throw the covers off my bed and onto the floor; deliberately leaving them there. If he wants my room tidy, he can do it himself.

I storm across my room and rip the batteries from the back of the clock and throw them at the wall opposite me where they bounce onto the floor.

Finally, quiet!

I grab a clean school shirt and towel and make as much noise as I can as I stomp towards the bathroom; all the while I can hear my dad laughing at me from downstairs.

As you might be able to guess, I am not a morning person.

I am smothering some cold toast with butter when there's a sudden banging on the front door.

"Ichigo~!" Yuzu calls from the hallway. "Grimmjow's here! Time to go!" I stuff the 20%Toast 80%butter breakfast into my mouth and grab my schoolbag, swinging it over my shoulder and heading for the door.

"Hey." He greets me with a grin and a careless wave of his hand.

"Alright?" I respond, pulling my shoes on and taking a second longer to observe him.

He looks especially nice today.

His hair is slicked back haphazardly, although, that's the normal style for Grimm. His shirt is open exposing a black wife beater and his wrists are covered in leather straps and little wooden beads. He only wears so much jewellery to hide his Celtic tattoo that circles his wrist. Instead of wearing the required trousers for school he's thrown on some tatty, black, tight fitting jeans. Holding them up is a big ornamental belt with a picture of a rooster on it.

"It's because I'm so cocky!" Grimmjow once said, raising an eyebrow and winking at a teacher when she asked why he wore such a thing to school. When she tried to expel him for sexual harassment he simply stated he liked farm animals a lot, and could the school faculty please get their minds out of the gutter?

Needless to say the whole thing was pretty amusing.

"So how did you and that Rukia chick get along last night? You left early, so I presume you sealed the deal?" Grimm asks with a shit eating grin, punching me in the shoulder. I feel myself grin back at him, suddenly feeling elated.

"Yeah. Twice."

We walk the familiar route to school. Grimmjow lives a few streets away from me so he comes to pick me up in the mornings and usually stays round mine for tea or to play on the Xbox.

"Hoho! Look who's finally become a man then!" Grimm teases, trying to get me in a headlock.

"What do you mean finally? I'm not a virgin." I cry in disbelief, offended.

"Yeah well you always take so freaking long to sleep with a chick. I mean, its been what? About 6 months since you last got a decent shag in, right?" Grimmjow picks at a nail and flicks the dirt at me.

"Yeah well." I feel myself going red. "I think its weird fucking someone you don't even like, so I took my time."

"Pfft. Pussio." He snorts and shakes his head as if he will never understand me.

Basically, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques and myself have an agreement. Or rather we have a 'way of doing things', because this agreement was never agreed, we just did it.

Basically we touch each other. This entails all sorts of things: blowjobs, hand jobs, fucking, rimming, phone sex, voyeurism – you name it.

Then an irritating weed called 'feelings' began to grow.

At least in my case.

I've lived with these 'feelings' for years and now they are now so deeply embedded into my soul I can actually ignore them, if that makes sense?

It's like when someone you love dies.

There's nothing you can do, you just have to deal with it. Then you deal with it for so long that, yes it still hurts, but dealing with it becomes normal.

This is where the people in denial say, "Time heals all wounds."

No it fucking doesn't.

It should be "Time lets you deal with shit until the shit is so dealt with, you don't even know its shit anymore."

This is my theory, anyway.

Do you like it? If so, let me know and the next chapter may be up quicker than you think ;) xxx