Summary: "Imagine your OTP meeting for the first time because Person A shot a firework into Person B's window by accident."

Rating: T+

Pairing: Beginnings of NaLu, maybe?


Don't own Fairy Tail!


"Oh, my fucking g-"

"Look, lady, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it, I swear-"

"My kitchen, you little son of a bitch-"

"It was an accident!"

"How do you shoot a firework through someone's window by accident?!"

The pink-haired buffoon has nothing to say to that because he finally just shuts up, and Lucy has a few seconds to assess the situation.

Her night had been going great.

Amazingly. Swimmingly, if you want to be cliché- after being in town for only two weeks, she received a call earlier in the evening that she has gotten a job at Hargeon's most popular establishment, Fairy Tail. Not only is the pay fantastic, but she's already made friends with a couple of the waitresses and regulars from her late-night noveling adventures over there. It's a guaranteed good-time, feel-good job.

So, she had treated herself. She had a big glass of wine, took a nice warm bubble bath, ate that chocolate cake sitting on top of her fridge all by herself, and had settled down for some light reading when a fucking firework dive bombed through her window and rocketed her kitchen.

"O-Oi- Your lip is twitching." The perpetrator takes a step back, scratching his neck. Stupid him and his stupid face and his stupid financial situation. No money, her ass! "I don't think that's good."

Lucy shoots him a deadpan look, yielding only when she is jostled out of the way by the firemen checking the damage. The police left about an hour ago, after they questioned the moron as to how he managed to fuck up so bad. Homemade fireworks, which the idiot claimed they had been, could get someone in trouble big time. Apparently, though, pinkie has a friend in the force- a big, black-haired guy with a bunch of piercings- and he found the situation amusing enough, so he let him off the hook.

Damn bastard.

"It's doing it again." He says, and his face is suddenly very close to hers. He prods at her lip, and she swats his hand away in annoyance, scowling.

"Well, of course it is!" She bursts, throwing her hands up in a gesture to absolutely nothing. "I'm pissed! You destroyed my kit-"

"It was an accident-!"

"Oh, I'm sure it was, Pixie Stick, but that doesn't change the fact that now I have nowhere to cook or eat or anything for who knows how long!"

Now the guy looks both mildly offended, and a bit more sorry. His lips are screwed up in a thoughtful pout, and he spends a few moments in silence, his face lighting up and then dropping sporadically as ideas come and go. Not that she's interested in what he comes up with, anyway- she just wants compensation, and then she never has to see this freaky pyrotechnic again.

Finally, his expression brightens and stays like that. With a silly grin and sure nod, he says, "Well, Luigi, if you really need a place to eat, just come on over to Fairy Tail, and tell Mirajane that it's on Natsu's tab, okay?"

"My name is Lucy." She stresses bitterly. This guy is wearing down on her already thin patience. Usually she'd be much more forgiving, but when things boil down to her apartment and rent, she just doesn't have the reserves of kindness. She just knows that old landlady is going to hike up the rates-

Then, everything just freezes for a few seconds, and suddenly she sees this stupid guy and his stupid face in plenty of other situations, because her new boss had mentioned a few things about someone working the same shift as her. Her hands flying to her face, she starts muttering to herself, "Oh, no no no no no no-"

"Are you okay?"

And the idiot asks it as if he hasn't just ruined everything.


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What can I say? I'm a sucker for shitty first meetings.