The Cell Phone Swap


Lucy Heartfilia's day had, again, started horribly wrong.

She'd always thought that working in her something she enjoyed would bring her bright days, with nice workmates and boss, where she could put all of her into it. Being a journalist, she'd thought problems wouldn't be a problem.

Oh how wrong she was.

Of course a place where gossip was all that mattered would be a web of lies and conflict.

And of course her boss would be a dick, too.

"Lucy," her coworker, Yukino, popped her head behind the door with a sad smile. At least she was someone nice. "Mr. Jiemma wants to see you."

Lucy cursed under her breath, putting everything she owned back into her purse, already knowing what would happen. She kicked the wall with all her strength before leaving her small office, heading to her final destination.

The pity, false looks the others gave her were the last straw to her sanity.

A younger girl opened the door when she arrived, and Lucy grumply made her way over Jiemma's desk. The horrible man, owner of Sabertooth Magazine, looked at her hardly, his enormous figure too big for the small table.

She'd never liked this man, and she would never do.

"So, Miss Heartfilia," he started, his hard voice sending shiver through hers as she sat, and not the good shivers. "Lately our company has been having some… little difficulties,"

"Yes." Lucy said through gritted teeth. She wasn't in the mood for stupid formalities.

"That's why, I'm so sorry to say this," Jiemma continued, not sounding sorry at all. "You are fired."

Lucy did her best not to flip the table over and shout, "Oh… okay."

"We hope you can carry on with your life, and we wish you the best."

Before she jumped over and strangled him with her tiny hands, she stood up and left, ignoring all the glances and giggled behind her. To top of it all, her high heels were killing her. She heard Yukino calling her in the distance, but Lucy wasn't in the mood of kindness, either.

All she wanted was to curl up in her bed and take a long nap. Probably until next year, if possible.

Storming out of the large building, Lucy glared at everyone on her way in the streets, mentally cursing the bad weather and the gray clouds and everyone who was truly happy.

Why her? Why did everyone have to be against her? Damned world.

Lucy turned around to Vermillion Street with all her anger pushing her, until she collided with someone and she fell butt-first into the hard sidewalk.

The pain shot through her, making her groan. With fear, she heard her purse fall, and everything inside it scattered in the ground. Her phone made a heartbreaking noise.

"Shit," someone murmured in front of her, and Lucy angrily death-glared at him.

It was a young man dressed up in a suit, the upper buttons of his shirt opened, as if he was in some rush. He had pink hair, with was rather amusing, but even that wasn't enough to lift up her spirits.

"What the heck?" Lucy yelled at him, kneeling in the ground and picking up her stuff.

It seemed his bag had been thrown at the floor too, all of his papers and weird things mixing with hers. She had to be careful.

"I'm so sorry, pretty lady," the boy winked at her, handing out her red lipstick.

Lucy rolled her eyes and took it, throwing it inside her little purse. "Ass," she mumbled.

He chuckled beside her, "I know the day's a little sad, but don't you have to be!"

"Shut up." Lucy grunted, avoiding looking at him. She did not need any free lame advices from a stranger. As if he knew. What a bastard.

"My, my" he laughed again, shaking his head. "A shame someone like you has a bad day,"

Clenching her fists, Lucy hurriedly put everything in her bag, picking up her phone without looking, and she stood up. The man gave her a mischievous smirk before returning to gather all of his papers.

"Watch where you go next time," Lucy snapped, turning in her heels.

But before she could walk away, she heard him say, "I will, darling."

Rolling her eyes, she continued her way to her own, little apartment. It seemed that a long day was waiting for her.

Well, she thought so, until her phone vibrated inside her pocket and hell happened.

She took it out to see who was calling, but her heart stopped midway.

This was wrong.

Absolutely wrong.

Her phone was white, with a pretty pink and golden cover, and definitely smaller. It was cute and rather cheap, but a good one nonetheless. And she'd bought it with her own earned money, which meant a lot to her.

This big, black, definitely not-cute phone was not hers.

But the number calling it was.

Panicked, she threw her bag into her comfy couch and pressed the green button on the screen. This sure was the last straw to this horrible day.

"Hello?" she said, biting her nail.

"Hey," a cheered voice echoed, "I think you have my phone."

"And you have mine!" Lucy yelled, frustrated. "Who the heck are you?"

"Still having a bad day, uh, pretty lady?" the man asked.

Oh no. Anyone but him.

"You took my phone!" Lucy shouted, making sure he received her voice at maximum volume."You thief!"

"Hey, hey," he tried to calm her down. "Look… Lucy? Well, it was you who run away without looking, so you are the thief one here."

"How do you know my name?" Lucy said. "Are you a stalker too? Ugh, I hate you!"

"I am not a stalker!" he said. "Your name is in your phone, y'know,"

"Don't look through my phone!" Lucy yelled, panicking. "I'll call the police if you do!"

"Fine, fine," he said, and she bet he was rolling his eyes. "You're weird."

"I'll hang up." Lucy threatened.

"Don't you want your phone back?" he asked.

It hit her how stupid her menace was. "Well, yes."

"Great," he sighed, relaxing. "'Cause I want mine back."

"Well then." Lucy said, running a hand through her blonde hair. "When can I see you?"

"For a date?" he said, but more than flirty, he sounded very amused. "Whenever you want, actually."

"Stop playing around-" she left her phrase unfinished, not knowing his name.

"Natsu Dragneel," he said. "At your service."

"Great, Natsu." she rolled her eyes, "When are you going to give me my phone back?"

As he made thinking noises, she took the time to free her feet from the killer heels, and her whole body thanking her. Soon after, she slid her tight skirt down her long legs, until it fell to the floor with a louder sound than it should've done.

"What was that?" Natsu asked curiously. "Wait -are you undressing? I didn't know you were a perv, Lucy!"

Even though she was all alone in her house and that she couldn't stand him, she blushed furiously. "W-What are you saying? You perv. What doesn't it amaze me that you know the sound of clothes falling to the floor?"

"Touché," he said, and she swore she heard him grinning in the other side of the line. "So I was right after all,"

"Uh?"

"You're undressing," he said playfully.

"Shut up!" Lucy shouted.

Why was she even having this kind of conversation? It was nowhere near her plans. She should be taking her nap already.

"Back to the topic," she said, "When are you giving me your phone back?"

"Why do you even want this thing?" Natsu asked. "It's gonna break at any time,"

"Shut up!" Lucy shouted angrily. She would not take insults on her precious phone. "Rich bastard."

He laughed, "Okay, sorry, sorry,"

"Can you stop going off the matter at hand?" Lucy asked, almost begging.

"Fine," Natsu said. "Put a time and a place and I'll be there,"

Lucy sighed, "What about… where we met? Vermillion Street and Zeref Avenue, at 10 a.m.?"

"Great," Natsu said. "See you there then. Be sure to bring my phone, weirdo."

"Shut up," Lucy said, for the tenth time that day. It was exhausting.

She hung up, and stared at the screen of the unfamiliar object in her hands. Its wallpaper was a photo of him and what she guessed were his friends, all of them dressed in suits.

The thought of looking through his stuff tempted her, but since she told him not to do that with hers -even if she wasn't sure he would keep his promise- she may as well do the same.

Finally placing it on her coffee table next to her couch, she stripped off her shirt and put on a oversized pink shirt with a bunny face on it before laying on the sofa again with a blanket over her to keep her warm.

It had been a long, full of events day, but her encounter with the man called Natsu Dragneel was rather interesting. Even if he was a jerk -probably some kind of player- he didn't seem all that bad. After all, he'd called to return her phone to her. That said something, right?

The black phone vibrated again, and as curiosity took the best of her, she grabbed it. The sign of a message showed up, and she clicked on it.

Yo Lucy, wanna chat? Work sucks today.

Lucy let out a bitter chuckle. At least he had one.

No. See you tomorrow.

The answer was quick to arrive, Aww you're no fun! Okay then. Can't wait for it ;)

Lucy rolled her eyes and placed it back on the table next to her. She slowly fell asleep, hopelessly waiting for another text that may cheered her up a bit more, but the phone did nothing.


Hope you like it! It's only a three chapter story, though. Thanks for reading!