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LUCY HEARTFILIA

The next morning when I woke up, I felt like absolute shit.

And that set the tone for the rest of the day. I mean, I don't really know yet, because I haven't had my day, but I heard from someone that if your morning starts off bad, the whole rest of the day will be just as shitty. So my hopes aren't really that high right now.

"Good morning!" Levy chirped happily as she used all her strength to wrench the covers off me. I immediately groaned and turned over onto my stomach, sore from being in one position for so long.

"What's so good about it?" I asked grumpily, burrowing myself under my blankets.

"The sun's a-shining! The birds are a-chirpin!" Levy cried ecstatically.

"Levy, shut up." Cana muttered from her bed. Levy ignored her.

"We're all alive, healthy, and very well! Which is a happy fact! Be happy with me, Lucy! HAPPINESS!" She warbled, jumping on my bed. I groaned louder and burrowed myself deeper, hoping that she would get the hint and go away.

Why, oh why, did Mavis have to infest this earth with disgustingly cheerful morning folks? People like her shouldn't be unleashed on the human population in the wee hours of the day. It should be made illegal to be that fucking happy at this ungodly hour.

"GO AWAY!" I finally yelled, yanking my covers up so that Levy landed on the ground with a loud 'THUMP!'.

"Jeez, Lucy. No need to be raining on my happy morning parade." With an irritated sniff, she started to the door, then turned around and jumped on Cana's bed, who screamed bloody murder.

"Cana still loves me, right Cana?" Levy asked joyfully, bouncing up and down.

"LEVY, I SWEAR TO MAVIS I WILL CASTRATE YOU IF YOU DON'T GET OFF MY BED THIS FUCKING INSTANT! EVEN IF IT'S NOT ANATOMICALLY POSSIBLE! I WILL FIND A WAY TO INFLICT THAT KIND OF PAIN ON YOU! " Cana shrieked, her voice stifled by her blankets.

I'm just a little frightened right now.

"Well, then. I hate you all!" With a dramatic gesture, Levy swept out of the room, and muttering angrily to herself, Cana punched her pillow a couple of times and then flopped, face first, onto it. I heard a pillow-muffled sentence that sounded vaguely like 'fucking insane woman', and grinned sleepily.

"By the way," Levy stuck her head in again. "You have fifteen minutes to get ready for class."

"FUCK!"

And that, my friends, proves that life sucks and shitty morning will most definitely turn into even shittier days.

I'm not amused. Neither is Cana.

Gajeel, stop laughing. Levy, shut up. This is not funny.

So, after our lovely friend Levy dropped the bomb on us and announce that we had all of fifteen minutes to make ourselves presentable to the general public, Cana and I naturally started running around like two chickens with their heads cut off.

Cana was frantically pulling on her skirt, peeing her guts out, and attempting to put eyeliner on at the same time, while I was taking a shower, brushing my teeth, and also applying eyeliner.

After hasty check-overs in the car to make sure we had all the vital pieces of clothing on (shirts, bras, skirts...) we had sprinted into the school, me barefoot with socks in my hands, my jacket flung over my sopping wet hair (rendering me basically incapable of sight), tie tied around my waist, both Cana and I with shirts buttoned wrong, her shoes on the wrong feet, bag in her mouth, and socks tucked into the waistband of her skirt.

And that was when we had skidded right in front of Gajeel and Levy, who were laughing like two inebriated hyenas. Why? Because Cana and I are gullible fools.

Because we don't have morning classes today.

The jacket slid off my head and onto the floor in a heap, leaving my hair as a rumpled mess. Cana was seething quietly, about two minutes away from exploding in rage.

And now would be a good time to back away very slowly from the dangerous human...

Careful, now...

"So, Cana, I'm loving that look on you." Levy smirked, taking in her partly unbuttoned/buttoned wrong shirt. Her gaze seemed to linger on her all-too-exposed chest a little longer than necessary.

"Perv," Cana muttered, dropping her things and attempting to fix her shirt without unbuttoning it all the way.

Of course, her being Cana, she would have trouble with something as simple as buttoning a shirt. Of course this everyday human function would be a challenge for her.

Levy cleared her throat. "Uhm, Lucy? You might want to–" She made a little hand motion, gesturing wildly at the air in front of her.

I stared. "What?"

She looked at me, like she was trying to tell me something really obvious. "You know." She said with emphasis, her eyes flicking all over the place like she had a nervous twitch of some sort.

I sighed patiently. "Levy, sweetie, despite what you may think, I really don't speak twitch."

"Lucy," Levy said exasperatedly, rolling her eyes. "I'm trying to tell you to–" She leaned forward and mumbled incoherently in my ear.

"Was that even English?!" I asked as she pulled back.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" She yelled. "Button up your sh–"

"Nice bra, Heartfilia." Dragoneel said, smirking as he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

Fuck.

I blushed a bright red and shot Levy a look, to which she shrugged and melted away. Then I looked down and swore loudly.

Of course, the day that my shirt decides to hang open from the top, I just had to be wearing a bra with little dancing snowmen on it.

Of course.

"Stop looking!" I said angrily as I fumbled hastily with the buttons, trying to get myself – and my embarrassing bra – covered up as fast as possible.

But then again, this is me, so it's only inevitable that karma get back at me right away for making fun of Cana and her inability to dress herself properly.

WHY WON'T THESE FUCKING BUTTONS STAY CLOSED?!

Dragoneel sighed loudly through his nose. "You can't even button your shirt properly?! What, do you get Levy to do them for you every morning?"

"Shut up." I defended brilliantly.

"Come here."

And, to my extreme and utter shock, Dragoneel gently pushed my hands away and – get this – started buttoning the shirt up himself.

Let me repeat that, just in case you're in shock and refuse to believe it.

Dragoneel. Is. Buttoning. Up. My. Shirt. For. Me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed, pushing him away after I had regained control of my brain.

"Buttoning up your shirt for you. You seem to be having a bit of trouble with it, sweetie." He shot me a charming, innocent grin, and I immediately became wary.

Dragoneel is not charming. And he is far, far away from innocent.

So I glanced around discreetly, and noticed that Jason Weekly was staring at the two of us, his mouth hanging wide open.

Oh.

I giggled helplessly, looking down. "Yeah, well..." I shrugged, then looked up at him through my lashes, pleased when he winked at me to show that I was doing okay.

"Here, let me help." He grabbed my waist and pulled me gently towards him; I stumbled slightly but his hands were there, steadying me. They left my hips and went back to buttoning up the shirt.

"So," His eyes were slightly wary as he looked at me. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." I said quietly, looking away. His fingers brushed gently against my collarbone as he finished the last button and I let out an involuntary shiver at the tingles that the graze caused.

"What about you?" I asked after a moment's silence, looking back at him. He shrugged and untied the tie from around my waist.

"I'm okay."

"That's good." I said absently, looking around sneakily and noticing that Jason was still staring at us. I quickly turned around and fastened a bright smile on my face.

"It looks fake." Dragoneel whispered, looking amused, as he began tying the tie for me. I scowled at him and stuck my tongue out – yes, I am very mature, thank you very much – making him smirk.

"Listen," He said haltingly, his fingers tying my tie. I watched, mesmerized by the deft way that they moved. "I'm really sorry about...last –" He cleared his throat. "Uh, last night."

I looked down. "Yeah, me too."

His hand quickly left the necktie, and I looked up in surprise, noticing the irritation in his eyes. "Why would you be sorry? I was the one that kissed you! And just for practice –what was I thinking?!" He raked a hand through his hair, then bent down and picked up my jacket. I just stood there, frozen, my shoes and socks still clutched tightly in my hands.

"Uh, Dragoneel? I kissed you back." I said, looking at him like he was missing the obvious. "I kissed you back and enjoyed every minute of it! It's not just your fault, it's mine, too. Don't – don't beat yourself up over it."

"You don't regret it?" He asked, surprised.

"Do you?" I countered.

He grinned. "I asked you first."

I sighed. "Well, I wish it didn't happen, but I don't...exactly...regret it, per se."

"Me neither." He said, and his green eyes were clear and truthful.

I'm happy you don't regret anything with me..." I snorted, "Bet that's a first haven't you gotten to do the dirty with half a hundred girls in that same scenario?"

I think that may have been a bit too blunt.

Anger flashed across his face. "No, I haven't." He said through gritted teeth.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Dragoneel, I just –"

"For your information, I don't go around thinking of different ways to get into girls pants, okay? What do you think I am anyway, some sort of womanizer?" He demanded, taking a step forward. I mirrored his move, except in the opposite way.

"N-no," I shook my head frantically. "No, I don't, I'm sorry, that just sort of slipped out –"

"I have never had sex before. Surprise you?" He snarled.

"Not really, no." I said airily, shrugging.

"WELL, THAT JUST GOES TO SHOW THAT – what?" He asked, disconcerted.

"That doesn't surprise me." I repeated. "Because despite all the things that I say, I know that you respect women and that you wouldn't just fuck someone for funsies."

"Really?"

"I grew up with you, Dragoneel. Obviously, some of my amazing manners and good morals rubbed off on you at least a little." I flipped my hair back and hitched a large, cocky grin on my face.

He laughed. "Right."

"More like, it was Jellal." I said. "The man's too fucking perfect."

"I know." Natsu agreed. "It's like he's a robot or something."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "A robot."

"Dancing snowmen." He smirked and raised an eyebrow.

I scowled. "Shut up, okay? It was a present from Virgo. She thought it was cute and I really couldn't find anything else this morning, so I just threw it on and ran down the stairs. Seriously, you should be glad that I'm not wearing my 'Key' one, it's pretty random, cows and maids and shit, Or my 'celestial' one; there's this huge picture of the Spirit King on the left boob, and everyone else squished onto the right one...OH! And there's that one with the family portrait, I think even you're on it..."

Wow. I have weird bras.

An odd look crossed Dragoneels's face. "Uh, yeah." He said awkwardly. "Me. On your bra. That's not weird at all."

I shrugged. "It's not! Aunt Ultear gives me one every year; it's sort of a tradition. And they all have to be weird, otherwise it's not right."

"Okay." He looked as though he dearly wished to talk about something else.

"Don't worry, though, I have normal bras, too. I mean, how awkward would that be if someone threw me in the pool and I came out and everyone could see my 'Fairies Pwn' bra?!"

"Extremely." He said, sounding deeply traumatized.

"Anyway, what about you?" I asked him.

He looked at me, eyes wide. "I don't wear bras!"

"Duh." I rolled my eyes. "Do you have any weird clothes?"

NATSU DRAGONEEL

"Duh," She rolled her pretty brown eyes. "Do you have any weird clothes?"

My mind flashed to the pair of boxers that Bisca had gotten me for my birthday one year, as a sick joke. They had the words 'Property of Lucy Heartfilia' etched all over them.

Yeah, I was definitely going to tell her about those.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'. She looked slightly crestfallen.

"Well, that's no fun." She said. "We have to get you some weird boxers!"

Lucy Heartfillia might possibly be the weirdest person to ever grace this planet.

Mavis, I love her.

I glanced around again, wondering why on earth she was still standing there talking to me about bras – in a very friendly manner, mind you – and I saw that Jason Weekly was still standing right where he had been, his jaw still hanging dangerously low to the ground.

So I grinned at her hopeful expression. "How about I take you shopping this weekend and we go shopping for some?"

She bit her lip, then let her eyes flash around. "Like... like sort of a date?" She asked hesitantly.

I shrugged. "Yeah, sort of."

"So does that mean you're sort of asking me out?" She cocked her head to the side a little.

"I guess I sort of am." I grinned.

"Well, then sure. Sort of." She smiled a half-smile at me, then, glancing over to see that Jason Weekly was still standing there, leaned forward to kiss me shyly on the cheek.

"You didn't have to do that." I mouthed at her, looking amused as she pulled back, blushing profusely.

"I know." She mouthed back.

"Cool. It's time for breakfast." I offered her my arm. "Shall we?"

She took it, grinning. "We shall."

We marched into the caf, and I grabbed Gadget by the collar along the way. He let out a sound of protest and indignation as his face got ripped off of Levy's, and she laughed at him flailing around and cursing as she walked behind us, buttoning her shirt.

...hold on. Why was her shirt unbuttoned?!

Oh dear Mavis, please don't tell me they were attempting to get it on in the quad! Not cool, man! NOT COOL!

"No! You're supposed to wave your wrist like this." I grabbed Levy's wrist and guided it in the right way. Her eyebrows furrowed in the middle as she concentrated, Gajeel smiled.

It's sort of weird, how much he loves her. And to think she thought he was an insufferable ass until last year...

What can I say? I am an amazing matchmaker. It should be, like, my job or something: Natsu Dragoneel, Fairy High's Matchmaker.

Wow, that sounds stupid.

"Um, no. You do it like this." Lucy grabbed Levy's wrist and directed it another way. The frown deepened on Levy's face.

"No, Lucy, I recall the teacher telling us that it was like this." I took hold of Levy's wrist, my hand on top of Lucy's, and moved it across the canvas adding a new streak of red as I went.

"Uh, no, it was like this. Natsu." She spat out, yanking Levy's arm the other way.

Levy's eyes grew wider. "Um...guys? That's sort of my wrist that you're –"

"You do it like this." I pulled it the right way.

Levy let out a small noise of pain. "Guys? That's kind of starting to –"

"It's like this." She jerked it her way.

Levy whimpered, eyes wide.

"Like this, Heartfilia." I tugged it the right way.

Levy whimpered louder.

"It's like THIS, Dragoneel!" Levy nearly went flying as Lucy dragged on her arm.

"You're going to hurt her!" I hauled her towards me, and Levy stumbled, terror still etched on her face.

"You're hurting her!" Lucy yelled, lugging Levy towards her. Levy tripped over her own foot and went sprawling; luckily, Gajeel caught her. He pulled her safely out of Lucy's grip, glaring at the two of us.

"You're both hurting her." He said angrily. "And you're both doing it wrong."

Lucy ignored him, marching up to me so that she was right up in my face. "I was doing it right!" She said defiantly.

"No, you were doing it wrong!" I shot back.

She stepped, hard, on my foot and I growled angrily and grabbed the tops of her arms.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled, trying to kick me; but I safely moved out of the way.

After years of dodging her physical abuse, I've gotten quite good at it. Call it a talent, if you will.

"Stop physically abusing me!" I countered, still holding on to her as I moved around two more kicks.

"I can physically abuse you as much as I want!" She yelled.

"Then, fine! I can touch you as much as I want!" I shot back.

...whoa, that came out wrong.

Gajeel smirked. "That's what she said."

With an exasperated scream, she wrenched away from me. "I hate you!" She yelled, her face bright red. "I hate you!"

"GOOD! I FEEL THE SAME WAY ABOUT YOU!" I roared back at her.

"Oh, hey Jason." Levy said nervously.

Shit. Noticing that Jason Weekly was wearing a rather smug look on his face as he gazed happily at us, I wracked my brain to come up with a way to fix this, quick, inwardly enjoying the red flush on her face as she screamed at me.

Ah, hate. It's such a passionate emotion. Not that much different from lurve.

"You're the most insufferable, annoying, conceited, arrogant, person that I have ever had the misfortune to meet!" She shrilled. "I hate you so much, sometimes I wonder what I must have done in my past life to deserve having to put up with you! It's – just – ARGH! I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING – MMPH!"

Really, the only way to fix this was to kiss her.

Well, there could have been better ways, but this was the easiest.

(And the most enjoyable for me.)

In two quick strides, I had crossed over to her, grabbed her face, and slammed my mouth roughly onto hers, cutting off whatever she was screaming at me.

LUCY HEARTFILIA

What the fuck?! So, here I am, freaking out at Dragoneel, then all of a sudden this weird look comes across his face. Then, the next thing I know, he's kissing me.

Who the fuck does that?!

His lips moved roughly over mine, and his hands grabbed tightly at my waist, making an odd, low hum erupt from the back of my throat. He hummed back in response, and I found myself gripping his shoulders and pulling him towards me as his lips stayed glued to mine, pushing against them more and more. I felt his tooth knock slightly against mine, and my hands found their way into his hair.

I hate him. I hate that he kisses me so well. I hate that his hair is soft, that his lips are warm and firm, that he tastes so fucking good, that wherever he touches me, I feel fire.

I hate that I enjoy when he touches me. I hate that I enjoy when he kisses me.

I hate that I like it. A lot.

I hate that his warm breath fills my mouth with a sweet taste, that his tongue doesn't feel gross and slimy as it moves over mine.

I hate that he makes me moan in pleasure with the way he kisses me, with everything he's got.

I fucking hate him.

I distinctly heard the sound of something slamming against something else, and (reluctantly) tore myself away from Dragoneel to see. I was breathing heavily as I gazed blankly at Jason Weekly – what the hell is he doing here? – who looked murderous.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Jason, arms still around Dragoneel's neck, fingers still in his hair.

"I heard noises. Thought you were fighting." Jason said shortly.

"We were." I rolled my eyes. "We always are."

"I guess that's what makes us so...explosive." With a smirk at Jason, Dragoneel then proceeded to bury his face in my hair, his lips lightly touching my neck.

"Explosive?" I asked, gasping slightly at the feel of his tongue.

"Mmm. Very." His voice was low and husky, and I shuddered lightly.

"It seemed like a pretty serious fight." Jason Weekly said, eyes narrowed as he looked at us suspiciously.

"You're so sexy when you're mad." Dragoneel murmured in my ear, ignoring Jason Weekly completely. My face blossomed red.

"And when you do that." He touched a finger to my burning cheek. I smiled sheepishly, looking down.

Fuck, he's a good actor.

I gasped again as Dragoneel buried his face in my neck once more.

"This. Is. A. Joke." Jason Weekly said in a low, angry voice. "There's no way in hell this is for real."

I laughed, the sound still slightly breathless. "I beg to differ, Weekly."

"Prove it." I looked over to see that Levy and Gajeel had somehow sneaked away (jerks) and Jason was standing there, arms crossed.

Dragoneel – er, Natsu pulled his head out of my hair and whipped around to glare at Jason. "We don't need to prove anything to you."

"Fine, then." Jason Weekly shrugged. "I know it's not for real. And Lucy...you will fall in love with me."

"No, I won't." I snapped at him in a dangerous voice. "I. WILL. NOT. Okay, Jason? Get that through your incredibly thick skull: I. LIKE. NATSU. DRAGONEEL. I will not, EVER, EVER fall for you."

After rolling his eyes, he turned to Natsu, eyebrow raised. Natsu shrugged. "I've been in love with her since I was three."

I'm feeling slightly nauseous all of a sudden. It feels like a gajillion butterflies are flapping around in my stomach right now – it's slightly uncomfortable, yet oddly pleasant.

Jason Weekly snorted. "Yeah, okay."

"I'm a really good actor." He said, perfectly serious, still looking at Jason Weekly in a menacing way. "And–" Here he gently disengaged himself from me and walked up to Jason, towering over him. " – I've waited years for her to fall for me. No one, especially not you, is going to take that away from me. Understood?"

"I'm not backing down." Jason Weekly stood up to his full, five-four glory (snort) and glowered right back at Natsu.

Whoa, this is intense. I sort of wish I brought some popcorn.

"You're hardly going to be a challenge." Dragoneel scoffed.

"I'll make your time with her pure hell." Jason scoffed. "Just you wait and see."

With that, he smiled gently at me, glowered once more at Natsu, and swept out of the room. Natsu's hands were curled into fists and he was literally shaking in rage as he turned towards me, eyes dark and angry.

"Whoa there" I said, walking up to him and putting a hand on his head. "Calm. Down, boy."

"He. Will. Fucking. Die." Dragoneel growled, still staring at the door.

I looked at him in amusement for a moment.

"You're cute." I decided.

Dragoneel's eyes snapped back onto mine and then widened. "Um, excuse me? Cute?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Cute."

"No." He shook his head.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Well, I think you're cute. So there." With that, I walked to the door. "Coming to lunch, Natsu?"

"I'm NOT cute." He argued as he followed me out.

"Um, yes you are."

"Come on! Cute is a little baby. Cute is a puppy. I'm not cute!"

"Fine." I said resignedly. "You're cute in a sexy sort of way, DON'T –" I spun around and pointed a finger at him. " – let that get to your head."

"Wouldn't dream of it, darling." Wearing a self-satisfied smirk, he took my hand and walked the rest the way to the down the hallway, looking as though he had definitely let that get to his head.

Fucking idiot.

"Oh! Do the roar again!"

Natsu screwed up his face, and let out an ear shattering roar. I burst out laughing again.

Natsu. Is. A. Riot!

"Jeez, Luce, it's not that funny." Levy said in a bemused voice.

"He – he looks like – like, bahaha – like a-!" I gasped out, then collapsed in hysterics again, slumping forward onto the table.

"Ah," I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye. "Brings back memories, that does."

"Pranking memories." Natsu reminisced, and we stared off into space for a little while.

I came back to reality, and then looked at Natsu for a moment. "Why are you afraid of everything staying the same'?" I asked him.

"Because it..." He took a deep breath and looked down at the table. "I don't know."

"I think you do."

He continued looking at everything but me.

"But you don't have to tell me. It's not my business." I leaned back and spooned some more soup in my mouth. Natsu blinked at me, completely shocked.

"You're not going to make me tell you?" He asked blankly.

"Nope. We're not even really, you know..." I looked around and leaned across to whisper. "Friends."

"We need to fix that." Natsu said seriously.

I just shrugged. "You're right, I guess."

"Because, you know what Lucy Heartfilia?" His eyes were bright as they looked at me.

"What, Natsu Dragoneel?" I asked, pulling the soup spoon out of my mouth with a loud smack! and dipping it in for some more.

"You're not actually that bad." He grinned at me.

Apparently, that was supposed to be some sort of a compliment. We need to give him some compliment lessons.

A slow half-smile spread across my face as I looked at him. "You're not so bad yourself."

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