Natsu's POV:

I'm not quite sure how it happened, but Gray Fullbuster is in my bed. I don't remember how he got here, nor do I remember why he's here. All I know, is that I'm glad I don't remember last night.

Gray was sprawled out on his back, only half covered by the blankets. His Fairy Tail symbol was clearly visible on the front of his chest, softly heaving up and down with his breathing. I was almost scared to see what was under the blanket -- the chance of him having clothes on was pretty low. I mean, I barely have clothes on. Meaning all I had on was my boxers. Well, half on. On enough to classify them as "on", but not on enough to leave anything to the imagination. I wanted to pull them up, but my entire body felt heavy. Like if I were to try and move I'd just stay in place -- frozen like a statue.

"Mmh..." Gray suddenly shifted in bed, and sat up, "Morning," he said casually, "Sleep well, hon?"

Hon?! Sleep well?! What the fuck happened?!

"I, uh..." my voice cracked slightly as I tried to sputter out an answer, "If you don't mind my asking... what... happened last night?"

"Last night?" Gray suddenly looked concerned, "Jesus.. don't tell me you don't remember..."

I shrugged.

"Fuck," Gray put his head in his hands, "You told me you were sober, I-I believed you, you weren't acting very drunk.. fuck, I should've known you were wasted when you said yes--"

"Yes to what?!"

Gray lifted his gaze to meet mine, "Do you really want to know?"

I'm pretty sure I had figured the answer out already, and I didn't really want to hear it out loud, so I decided to just get some breakfast. I know that there's a crisis at hand, but I'm starving...

Mustering all my strength, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I sat myself up and started to stand up.

"Nng!" I made a noise of discomfort as a sudden pain resonated throughout my whole lower half. I immediately dropped to my hands and knees.

"Natsu!" Gray stood up quickly after that and knelt down next to me. He was wearing something by the way. He was wearing overly-tight briefs. It was disgusting, "Are you alright?" Gray put one arm under my knees, and the other around my back. With ease, he lifted me off the ground. I hate that he can carry me so easily.

"No!! What the hell was that?!" I yelled right in his face, making Gray grimace slightly, "That was so painful!"

"I'm... I'm sorry," Gray frowned as he uttered an apology, "I never should have taken advantage of your drunken state. I'll go if you want me too..."

"Fuck no," I said as soon as he finished talking.

"Eh?" Gray's expression lit up, "I can stay?"

"Yeah," I answered, "But not because I like you or whatever... I'm hungry, and I can't walk. So, until I can walk again I expect you to take responsibility."

"...I-I understand completely," Gray said after a bit of hesitation, "I'll make you breakfast now," he started walking into the kitchen, "What do you want?"

"I don't know," I said crossing my arms, "You're the one making it... figure it out."

"Alright," Gray layed me down on the couch and walked into the kitchen. I heard a few banging sounds from pots and pans hitting the ground. It sounds like he's never cooked a meal in his life. This should be a blast.