right, my new fairy tail natsu X Gray story! you exited? you better be! I've started this because I've finished the life of Gray (go read that if you havent already... after you read this and everything...) and I think I would get really bored if I wasn't constiontly thinking of what I could put in the next chapter of a story with this pairing, so, yeah.
later chapters shall be M rated. ugh, and a warning, this isn't a 'love at first sight' story. Since Grays straight (at first ;) ) in this and Natsu... ugh... isn't... well, it's a story about oppisites falling for eatch other I guess, enjoy! (it is multichaptered, just so you know...)
I don't own fairy tail.
Every day on my way to collage I saw him. In the same place, same clothes, same smile. And every day I acknowledged his presence with a nod and a few pounds, he became part of my daily life. The homeless guy I didn't even know the name of.
Today was Saturday, I was sprawling on the couch, blocking the bright yellow glare that was piercing the glass of the window from my eyes, and waiting for Annabelle's call. She's my girlfriend. Ugh, at the moment she is anyway, and I don't mean that as in 'I'm getting sick of the bitch,' man-whorish, sexist jerk way, more in a 'I'm getting tired of her being a bitch' way.
Just yesterday she was calling other girls 'ugly sluts' and 'fat bitches' for NO reason at all. The girls she was calling were all quite pretty in my opinion as well. Maybe that's why she said it? Jealousy? Ah, whatever her reason is I'm getting sick of it. Okay, I get it, breaking up with her would be jerky, yeah, she is a child hood friend, and I am aware I could never re-gain her friendship. But I just cannot stand bullies.
My crappy phone starts rattling across the table (you would think with my money I would buy a new one, but that would be too easy my friends). Caller Id- Anna, a small picture of her in a pink Lolita dress is displayed on the screen, with her making a heart shape with her fingers.
"Hey," I say after answering the box shape monstrosity of the glass table. It was almost too much work, y'know? Stimulating that tiny bit of energy needed to pick the light object up.
"GRAY-GRAY!" she yells, making me wince and distance the phone from my ear so I don't go deaf "how is my Gray-ee-kins today?!"
"I'm fine, Annabelle," I sigh, reaching for the remote to the TV and starting to flick through the channels at a slow speed.
"you don't sound it," she mumbles, sounding rejected for some reason.
"I'm just bored Anna, no big deal," I yawn.
"wanna go on a date with Anna then?" she says. You can almost guarantee she cocked her head to the side like a puppy when she said that.
"Mh, I need to talk to you, but not so much in a date way, if you understand what I mean..." I trail off, deciding on a rock music channel and then throwing the remote back in its place.
"OKAY!" she yells once again "Anna will see you at the park outside her house!" she says in a rush, making a slobbery kissy sound she hangs up. I guess the chance of me having the planned Don't-do-anything-important day has gone up in flames, while planes fly over carrying banners saying 'happiness hates Gray' and singing a jolly little tune.
Oh god I hate moving. As in, moving an arm, left leg, right leg, left leg, walk, breath. It's just too much effort! Weekends are supposed to be my time off!
I end up pulling my body off the couch, over to the coat rack, sliding my leather jacket on and making my way over to relationship central, departure. Oh, haha, I feel like a jerk, a bastard, I shouldn't though should I? Ah it doesn't matter, shouldn't consider this stuff twice.
After the short walk- I would usually go on my motorbike but a mates borrowing- I spot a familiar bounce of blonde curls. All I have to do to find her is follow the noise of heels clicking the floor and a really weird, girly mainstream song I despise.
"Gray-Gray! You're here!" she squeals
"Yeah... I am... Ugh, listen, I kinda need to talk to you, like I said on the phone, y'know?" I say awkwardly.
She grabs my arm and snuggles against it and purrs "what is it?"
"I think it's time for us to take a break,"
"what?" should've known she wouldn't get it if I said it like that. Guess I'll have to be blunt about it.
"I'm breaking up with you," I say monotonously.
"W-what!? Why!?"
"because you treat everybody like shit," I sigh, turning to the direction of my house.
"GRAY!" she shouts and I turn my face to look at her, then her tiny tanned clad hand greets my face with some force. She slapped me. And it stings... ever been stung by a wasp or a bee? Well, Imagen that feeling covering your cheek.
"so you gonna treat me like another one of your whores?" she spits as I nurse my cheek, can you break a cheek bone?
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" I ask pissed off at the comment.
"how many girlfriends- or one night stands- have you had before me?" she asks, I shrug "exactly,"
"well, that isn't my fault, It's not my fault most of the girls I like don't feel like dating, I have never disrespected a girl," I say honestly. Who said it's the guys job to organise dates? I give them my number, it's their job to call it. Huh, wonder what it would be like to date a feminist...
"what-the-fuck-ever Gray," she yells "I'm going home!" and she barges past me is a temper. Smooth moves Fullbuster, you got slapped, huzza!
After five minutes of standing still, doing nothing (except for breathing), I remove myself from the park, though in the entrance I recognise a familiar face. Pink scruffy hair, dirty clothes and a broken back pack slung over his shoulder. Ah! It's that homeless guy from outside collage... I should buy him a coffee! Justify your jerkish actions Gray.
"Hey!" I shout over to catch his attention, he looks over so I wave to clarify I was talking to him.
"Hello?" he says after barging his way through the crowd and looking a little bemused.
"ugh, hi! Sp, I was wondering if you would like a coffee or something? It looks like it's going to rain and-"
"sure," he cuts me off "hey, you go to fairy tail collage don't you?" He asks. I nod and make my way over to the café with him following close behind.
"yup, why do you always sit out there anyway? There's no shelter or anything..."
"ugh... I don't even know..."
It was a short walk to the café and we made it just before it started raining. We both sat at a white table, but we did receive some... nasty looks to say the least. Which, if you haven't gathered, it's because my friend is homeless, so I returned the looks with extra 'fuck off'.
"so, been slapped or something?" He asks my hand self consciously raises to my bruised cheek. Geez, I didn't know girls could have such power in those flimsy arms, not being sexiest I just didn't... except for body builders. They are obviously strong. But I think my respect for girls has just gone up a notch (I do respect girls, by the way.)
"Yeah, just broke up with my girlfriend," I reply, taking my coffee off the waitress and smiling at her.
"Oh, really?" he sighs "and she slapped you? You must be the definition if unlucky... ugh.."
"Gray,"
"Well, I'm Natsu, pleased to meet you... well, talk to you, we technically met already," He grins and holds his hand out, so I acsept and shake it "I hope it isn't thunder today..."
"yeah... that would suck for you.." I take a sip of my drink. He pauses and then nods awkwardly "oh, I have an idea, do you want to stay at mine for a while? I have a guest room,"
"wouldn't your parents mind?" I see hope in his eyes. Aww. Thats almost cute. Almost, though, I don't find guys cute.
I shake my head "I live alone,"