HEY. Its been a while. For those who have read my other story Golden. I'm kinda stuck in a hole but I think I've found a way out oof it. I just don't have the will power to get out and start writing. ._.
So This story's first chapter. I tried to put some humor. hence. TRIED.
I'd appreciate feedback :)
Like lots. I want to improve.
It'll give me a reason to write more.
I even added some Jerza in the first chapter. :D:D
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He lay silently in his bed wrapped in his cloud, white sheets. His eyes were half lidded and his unruly, ocean blue locks had been roughly swatted to the right of his face.
The slightest of a sigh escaped his perfectly sculpted lips before he groggily stumbled out of his queen sized bed.
His eyes quickly adjusted to the dark room.
The same feet that had barely supported him had shuffled a few steps towards his mahogany coloured closet, though his eyes had only been centered on the frames hanging on the wall.
He glanced at the digital clock that sat on the counter to the left of his bed.
'3:21'
Oh, good lord.
What was he doing up at such an ungodly hour?
Oh, yes.
Today was special.
Without emotion he placed his fingers against the one of the many glass frames that occupied most of the wall space.
'Sachi, a piano born prodigy'
He stood with now, stable legs. Simply staring at the framed certificate.
He slowly adverted the hand he placed on the glass towards a gold plated frame, that looked much more superior to the previous one.
'Jellal Fernandés, a piano prodigy, the second to bring the Fernandés Honor'
A familiar pang of jealousy reached his chest.
Second.
He was simply the ghost following in her steps.
Not like It mattered now.
He ran his slender fingers through his hair in attempt to smoothen the tangles.
Jellal brought his hands towards his line of vision.
Studying every intricate detail with regret before turning his hands over scanning them once more. Finally placing his hands back at his sides he brushed past the dozens of frames,
Exiting the room that mocked him without words.
The piano centered in the middle of living room made his heart cringe in his chest.
He smiled in sorrow at the grand stack of piano books and notes stacked ontop one another at the foot of the piano.
"Jellal?"
He spun around at the sound of his name. Making direct eye contact with a pair of green eyes that resembled his own.
"Why are you up so early?" The person opposing him groaned in annoyance.
"I could be asking you the same thing, Meredy." He shot back with just as much tone.
"Do you want to make breakfast? Oh, and did I mention how pretty you look this fine morning?" He questioned crossing the borderline of pleading.
"Buttering me up will get you nowhere Jellal. But, thank you. I do take pride in my looks." Meredy teased puffing out her cheeks in what she thought to be cute.
"Stop trying to act cute." He groaned rolling his eyes leading her towards the kitchen as he knew his desperation was pointless as could be.
"Oh, no Jellal, I don't act cute! I am cute!" She screeched with what Jellal would define as 'self confidence'
I mean, don't all teenagers go through this 'self confidence' phase?
"Since were on our way to the kitchen why-"
He cut short of his words as he realized she had completley dissapeared.
He cussed quietly before roughly yanking open the fridge.\
"Mustard, Ketchup, Ketchup...Is that a cheese stick?" He questioned out loud. He silently prayed it was a cheese stick.
Then he saw the 'cheese stick' move.
His face contorted into one of disguist as his stomach lurched, growling in anger.
He silently thanked whomever created 24 hour restaurants.
"A small coffee and two blueberry muffins please. Oh, with butter."
"..Will that be all sir?"
"Yes."
He picked out the closest table yanked out the single chair scratching the legs of it roughly against the floor before plopping into it, lazily.
He arched his head sideways staring back at the woman who had took his order.
he'd give her an 8/10
taking note of the magnificent shade of red her hair was. Though it was in a ponytail the beauty of the color was still very evident.
She had pretty eyes too.
He stared openly at her breasts.
Not to mention her shapely features.
He chuckled at the cute little Orange uniform that undoubtedly suited her.
"Small coffee, Blueberry Muffins...and butter. " She called making direct eye contact with him.
He grinned brightly before walking over to fetch his meal.
"Thank you." He smiled before reaching out and grabbing for his meal.
"Your Welcome."
She nodded before narrowing her eyes.
"Say, you do look quite familiar.." She pondered.
He stiffened.
Was it possible this women recognized him as..
he quickly regained his composure.
"I think I would've remembered a beauty like you." He shot a handsome grin her way and too his surprise she blew it off.
She rolled her eyes which he found rather cute before chuckling.
"Yea, yea just enjoy your buttered muffins." She retorted.
"I'd enjoy buttering your muffin." He winked in a way most girls would've found sexy. MOST.
He watched as she paused awkwardly just awaiting for her cheeks to sprout roses.
"I'm actually not a big fan of muffins and butter." She finished blandly.
His jaw dropped.
AND HE THOUGHT HIS COUSIN NATSU WAS DENSE.
"Uh do you really..? you don't get it?" He questioned in utter surprise.
The corner of her mouth twitched before she burst into full on laughter.
It was absolutely the most adorable thing he had ever seen. He found himself sprouting roses.
"The look on your face!" She teased clutching her stomach.
It took him a moment but as he realized he grumbled and sat at his table munching on his muffin.
"Your quite the funny one." She stated a small smile etching itself onto her face before walking into the back of the restaurant.
He tried his best not to stare as she left.
Today's special day was definitely not going as planned
So how was it?
I hope it was okay. Considering I haven't wrote in a while.
So feedback? :D