You sat with your 'friends' at lunch, listening to them laugh about a girl that just walked by. You couldn't help but glance over at him. There he sat with his friends across the cafeteria, laughing... he ran a hand through his spiky orange hair. You admired him for a few moments, asking yourself. Why can't I just sit there with him? Why can't I have nice friends? You sighed and looked down at your strawberry milk.You liked Ichigo. Alot... but never had the guts to tell him.