~Lucy's POV~

I threw myself under the covers to hide from the outside world. #Relatable. I never would have thought that asking a simple question would be so difficult. I lay my aching head against Natsu's pillow, praying that someone would give me the courage to ask.

I hated myself for the hesitation I was experiencing. Even though Natsu and I haven't known each other for that long, he's already pretty special to me. He helped me through one of the most tragic things that could ever happen to a child.

I know he doesn't owe me an explanation, but I really am curious as to what he thought. What if Natsu interpreted the kiss differently than me? I thought the kiss was passionate, containing a feeling deeper than friendship. What if he was only trying to distract me from the real issue at hand?

All of these questions were making my stomach uneasy. Curiosity can be extremely bitter sweet. I took a deep breathe and closed my eyes. Air circulated through my lungs, easing my nerves. I focused on tuning out the multiple questions begging to be answered.

At first, they worked pretty well, then I heard the door open. My eyes shot open, sweating at the sudden intrusion. I slowly peeked my eyes up from the covers, daring to be brave.

"What are you doing?" Natsu asked giving me a questionable look. He stared at my odd behavior, which ultimately made me hide back under the covers.

"I-I just wanted to make sure you were decent," I lied making up an excuse. Sweat was beginning to form at my temples as I nervously uncovered my head. Natsu's wet hair was draped over the sides of face. He picked up a brush from the dresser and started combing through his knotty hair.

I couldn't help but laugh at his actions. Usually boys don't have to brush their hair.

"What?" He asked coldly, turning towards me. He held the hair brush in a  hilarious way.

"I didn't know you cared so much about your hair," I said through a laugh. Laughing didn't help my throbbing head, but it lightened the mood in the room.

"Pft. Whatever," Natsu said with a tone of annoyance in his voice. I saw a small smile tugging at his lips, which made my questions burn with curiosity.

"Natsu," I blurted out unexpectedly. I sat up and prepared myself for this terrifying time.

"What is it now Lucy?" He asked smiling at my curiosity. He continued to brush his semi-dry hair.

"U-um w-why don't you have any pictures from your childhood laying around?" I kept making excuses from exposing the questions I really wanted to ask. As soon as I mentioned it, he stopped brushing his hair.

"Why do you want to know?" He questioned back, kind of like reverse commentary. The guilt started to build up in my brain. From the way his cold eyes looked, to his tired posture, I shouldn't have brought up this topic.

"I-I j-just noticed, but y-you don't have to tell me." I said turning away from his image, it was depressing me. I brought my hands up to my cheeks, hiding my embarrassed face.

"They make me weak." Natsu replied bluntly, surprising me. Natsu was still grieving over his parents death. As if nothing happened, he continued running the brush through his silky hair.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." I said trying to cover up the mess I had created. The light mood had now turned cold and thick with tension. I was now seriously contemplating whether I should ask him my real question. I didn't want to kill the mood even more.

"Natsu?" I asked, confidence starting to build in my heart and brain.

"You ask a lot of questions you know that?" He said, a sad smile approaching his lips.

"I-I uh," I paused briefly. My hands were shaking uncontrollably and my heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to die. "What did you think about our kiss last night?" I said proudly, confidence and courage surging through my veins. I couldn't continue being this shy girl that never stands up for herself.

Natsu looked even more shocked that I had asked him that. He set down his brush and turned towards me. All of the confidence that I had earlier seeped out of my body in a matter of seconds. He walked towards me, making me shrink in size and power.

"D-Did you only kiss me to calm me down, or-" I mumbled quickly, cutting myself off in the process. I couldn't read his facial expression, so I started freaking out. He sat down on the bed next to me, my nerves increasing. His onyx eyes gave me no intention to what he was thinking.

"I mean it's okay if you don't know, I was just wondering!" I said quickly, using my hands to gesture my nerves.

"What do you think my answer is?" I was impressed that he could easily look people in the eyes. I'll admit that I had trouble keeping my gaze. His answer? I honestly didn't know.

"I-I d-don't k-know," I stuttered. My eyes shifted to anywhere in the room, but him. I felt so embarrassed for asking such a risky question. I gave a bashful smile, my hopes high. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

I heard Natsu sigh heavily. I felt his fingers gently graze the bottom of my chin. He knew exactly how to catch my attention. I turned towards him, finding that he had moved closer to me. He gently grabbed the back of my head, and closed the inches between us.

His lips made immediate contact with mine. My wounded mind couldn't process what was happening, even if it was obvious that he was going to kiss me. I closed my eyes and let my lips do the talking. His other hand found the crook of my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, almost crying with joy.

He did mean it, it wasn't just a distraction. I never thought that I would be found kissing a boy within the first week at a new school. I ran my fingers through his semi-dry hair while our lips moved in sync. His lips were soft, warm, and special.

It was amazing how actions could cause more meaning than words. He pulled away slightly and rested his forehead against mine. He was blushing, but so was I, so it was okay.

"Does that answer your question?" He said softly, looking at the ground. His eyes were full of happiness, compassion. Our breathing filled the silence in between

"Yes," I said planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Thank you for everything," I said as I hugged Natsu. I leaned my head on his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.

"Of course Luce," he said as he kissed the of my head. We stayed there for a while, just staring at each other. Both of us thought the other was so special, we didn't want to let go.

"Go on a date with me," Natsu asked nervously. He looked away from me, not used to these types of conversations.

"Hmmmm," I pondered mockingly. "I'll have to think about it," I said through a giggle. Natsu smirked at me and poked my side. It resulted in an all out tickle war.

"Fine," I said in-between laughs. "I accept." I said as I kissed his cheek lightly. A tint of pink sprang to his cheeks.

"First, you have to help me deal with my dad."