Hello Otakus fans around the world of Anime and Manga. Good Morning, Afternoon or Nights, the time you are watching this.
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Hi, I hope you're fine. Well welcome to my Second Fanfic, Well I have read many stories about dbz and Fairy Tale, so i decided to write one.
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I Introduce, myself is SatZ, as a user I am SatZBoom, I hope to work very well and that every mistake I make, will correct it,.. Something else I do not have good spelling, but I hope readers understand what I mean, I'm not a professional,If nothing else to say, let's start with the story.
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RIGHTS DISCLAIMERS:- I AM NOT THE OWNER OF THE DRAGON BALL Z SERIES AND FAIRY TALE, THE CHARACTERS ARE BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS.
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The Boy Next Door
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"I kissed a boy on a cheek and it got me grounded for a whole summer! Can you imagine?"
A messily , meaningless cheek kiss, it's not like I kissed on lips!...Dad freaked and SatZ bolted without saying goodbye. Dad yelled for an eternity and then stormed back inside leaving me fully clothed, bra unhooked, feet dangling in the pool. It sucks that he come home from work an hour earlier than usual., But at least he wasn't two hours earlier when SatZ and I were in the pool doing more than cheek kissing. I know he's the one for me, but he doesn't see it that way.
He freaks out about the stupidest things sometimes, but he always says I've lost her so, my bad. It wasn't the kiss that pissed him off. It's probably the fact that he banned SatZ from our house two months ago when he was thrown into juvi for selling weed. I never smoked it with him so it's not a really big deal. And then last weak he banned me from seeing him when he caught us skipping school together, in my bed. Any how the details don't matter anymore because he finally had enough of my being a normal teenager and he's decided to take away my life. I mean my cell phone! Can you imagine?
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Atleast it's Friday. My flat iron hisses as I take it through my hair until I hear dad's bedroom TV turn off around 10:30 as it always does. I finish my hair, thrown on some makeup with sparkly eyeliner and call Erza. She isn't my first friend of choice but she has a car and is a total pushover.
"I need a ride to the senior's party," I say. "And I'm thinking you could totally use a passenger."
"Lucy," She groans. It's obvious she's annoyed with me, but she'll get over it because without me, she wouldn't be invited to a party this big. "Your house is twenty minutes out of the way, if I take you home too I'll have too leave forty minutes before my curfew."
"Just get me. Please?" My knuckles are white on the clear plastic corded phone. I haven't used this phone in forever. No one uses house phones anymore. I hear silence on the other end. "I'm sorry," I say with sincerity. "Just please come and get me. I'll find another ride home."
"Fine," she says ending the call. An unearthly wave of heat rests over the town as I wait on the front porch for her to arrive. The humidity will ruin my hair if she makes me wait another five minutes. Two minutes later she pulls into the driveway, headlights on. What. An. Idiot.
I run to her car and swing open the passenger door. "Turn off the lights," I hiss. She fumbles on the dashboard feeling for the switch. She's only been driving two months and she's not nearly as skilled as I am in the art of being stealthy and sneaking out. Erza's just not the kind of person who sneaks out. She's not like me. I should forgive her few slip-ups and not scream since she did go out of her way to give me a ride.
But then the front door swings open with a violent swoosh and I know I won't ever forgive her because I've just been caught.
Ninety days of no cell phone. Ninety days of no SatZ. Ninety days of grounded.
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I'am not going to stand for this. I live one block away from my high school. It's Monday morning, the second to last day of school before summer break. SatZ hasn't heard from me all day and he's probably going crazy, thinking I'm lying in a ditch somewhere. No one does work in History class because we took finals two days ago and there's nothing left to do. I ask to go to the nurse. Mr. Chalk shoos me out the second I say the word cramps and then I walk home instead of nurse's office.
Dad's dresser drawers come up empty. So does his nightstand, closet, and under his bed. Under his mattress. Behind all his jars of anti-wrinkle cream and under the stack of bills he hasn't paid yet. I can't think of any other places to look for my cell phone. I try calling it but it goes straight to voice mail which makes sense because my battery has a sucky lifespan. Defeated, I go to my room hoping that a bag of peanut M&Ms is still on my nightstand. My phone is on the middle of my bed, a note on top of it.
"Please be good. …Love, Dad" ...Oh hell yes. Dad will get an amazing Father's Day gift this year. I try calling SatZ but he doesn't answer which is odd because he goes to work at movie theater at three, so he should be awake by now. I try leaving him a cute, sexy voicemail but it probably comes out kind of lame. Oh well, that's how I am and he likes it.
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I walk back to school because ditching the rest of the day would surely get my phone taken away again. I sleep through the next three classes until sixth period. Sign language. My five-year-old cousin Leslie is deaf. Besides her parents, I am the only one who can talk to her because I've put forth the effort to learn the language. Plus my teacher is hands down, the best teacher in this entire school.
Erza and Natsu perform a sign language version of the Metallica song Ride the Lightning. Even in sign language it's obvious that Erza is in love with Natsu. I feel bad for making out with him freshman year. She says she didn't like him back then, but the wistful look on her face when she sees him tells me that her crush didn't develop overnight.
"Babe it's hard hanging out with you when your dad's a physco."
" WTF? ..." I write back, phone hidden in the sleeve of my hoodie. SatZ and I have a flip-flop relationship. It's not even a real relationship since he refuses to call me his girlfriend. Sometimes he claims to love me more than life itself. Other times he flips and wants nothing to do with me. I'm sad but, not really. He'll come back to me.
"You coming to my party tomorrow?" I stare at the screen, forced to think about what I haven't wanted to think about. SatZ 's huge end-of-school bash. Just about everyone is invited and it is vital that I be there. But Dad didn't let me go to a much smaller party last weekend and he wasn't too thrilled when he caught me sneaking out. I write back Yes, despite knowing there's a better chance of me being valedictorian than going to that party. Tuesday night I go to bed defeated, Dad having turned down every bit of begging I did. Bargaining, groveling, crying, guilt-tripping. Nothing worked.
SatZ didn't reply to any of my texts last night. And so far, he hasn't replied to any of my morning texts either. If we were officially dating, I'd threaten to break up with him. My phone is set on super loud and vibrate mode but I check it again, just in case. Nothing. I shove it back on the nightstand grinding my teeth. The I wriggle back under my covers. It's a beautiful Saturday morning , the first day of summer break and I have nothing to do but lay in bed all day because I am grounded. And they say we have it better than our grandparents did. Right. I groan, pull the pillow over my head, think seriously about suffocating myself bit I know that would never work.
I wish there was some kind of over-the counter-coma pill. A pretty blue pill that would knock me into a a three month coma, ending on the first day of my sophomore year. School sucks, but at least I'd get to see SatZ because he promised me he would come back to school for his senior year.
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Dad calls for my little sister and me to come to breakfast. Michelle's socked feet run and slide down the hallway. Hardwood floors are fun like that. Run, slide, run, slide. Ugh. Ten year olds have life way better than I do. I crawl out of my bed, grab my phone and trudge to the kitchen. My hands feel sweaty. The morning after fighting with Dad is always awkward. Chances are, he won't mention it away. He always yells at me and then on the next day pretends that nothing happened. Maybe that is some kind of psychological parenting ploy. Or maybe its all he knows how to do - my father is the nurturing type. I don't have a real father to inflict punishments, so nothing happens when I get in trouble. I smile. I love being the "bastard" child of a deceased mother. No punishments - just yelling. And then he starts yelling at me from the kitchen and I change my mind.
"Lucy!" His voice carries down the hallway. I cringe, but at least he didn't use my middle name too.
"Yeah? I mean, Sir?" I say. Michelle's sitting at the bar playing her Nintendo 3DS with the volume way too loud.
"You left the TV and the hall light on all night." Dad rips into me almost like it was rehearsed. "Unless you want to start paying the light bill, you better turn everything off, dammit."
"Okay," I say. He flips a pancake with unnecessary spatula force. "And you haven't fed Patch all week and you know that's your job."I sigh.
"Yes sir," ...He sets a plate of food in front of Michelle and she digs in, somehow still managing to play her video game. He's not going to make a plate for me so I get up and get my own. Between layering pancakes and syrup, my phone vibrates from the counter. I leap around Dad, slamming into his shoulder as I lurch for my phone. It's a text from SatZ.
"Jesus, Lucy." Dad's coffee splashes out of his cup. "You almost knocked me over trying to read a text message? Seriously?" Dad is moody today. I open the message.
"It's important," I say, looking at my phone.
"HEY"
My heart warms. It's only one word, but it's a word from SatZ. I type a reply read it over, decide it sucks and type a new message. I press send. When I come back to reality, Dad is still gripping his coffee. His lips are pursed into a frown. He's been watching me.
"What?" I ask.
He reaches out to me with the hand that isn't dripping with coffee. "Give me your phone,"
"What ? No." I pull the handset to my chest, press the lock key just in case he forces it out of my grasp. He can't read my messages without the password.
"You're grounded. That means no parties, no boys, and now it means no cellphone. I tried to give it back to you, but this just won't work." His palm up waits for me to surrender my phone, It seems hopeless to try now, but I do what I do best. I cry
"Please, Dad. Please please don't take my phone." I grab him , hold him tight. He hugs me back, showing the weakness in his parental armor. "I'll be good, I promise." He sighs, and pulls me back. His face is more wrinkly this close. My hand vibrates and I want to read SatZ 's reply so bad, but I know now is not the time. The last tear rolls down my cheek. The lines on her forehead soften.
"Fine," he says, retracting his hand. I almost start jumping up and down. "Thanks, Dad." I hug him again. He freaks because the bacon is burning and rushes over to it.
"You're still grounded," He says as he rescues the bacon, his back facing me,
"Okay." I smile. It's not like I can't find a way to see SatZ when he's at work.
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Afterbreakfast, Dad and Michelle go shopping for new baseball gear for her summer league. I retreat to my room and play on Facebook. SatZ 's profile had been updated with fifty-six new photos from last night's party. I have been tagged in exactly zero photos. Because I didn't get to go. My blood boils the moment I click on the first photo. Forty of the photos were added by some girl named Bulla who looks like she could be a Victoria's Secret model. She definitely doesn't go to our school. One thing is for sure - I've never seen her before. What the hell kind of name is that anyway? I click on her profile. It's private. Fuck.
I go back to his photos and sink into a depression hole that gets deeper with every click. Bulla's captions bother me: 'TWO HOTTIES.' It's a self-taken close-up of her and SatZ. I scrutinize every detail, every pixel. At least her hand is around him, not the other way around. The next several photos chronicle their game of beer pong. The last one has SatZ looking tipsy yet adorable. I save it to my desktop. He's holding a Styrofoam cup in one hand, two ping pong balls in the other.
" I LOVE HIS BALLS! XOXO' is the caption. That's it. I text Erza.
"Who the fuck is this Bulla girl?"
"My phone rings, Erza's smiling face showing up on the screen.(kind of like face time) "Who is she?" I say instead of hello
"I dunno, I didn't even know her name till I saw the photos online."
"Was she flirting with him all night?"
"Umm," She thinks for a moment. She's stalling to save my feelings.
"I knew it," I say. "What a bitch."
"She was all over every guy last night, Lucy. I don't think you should worry." ...I go back to Bulla's page and stare at the Facebook warning telling me I have to be her friend to view her full profile.
"Are you online right now?" I ask her.
"You know I am."
"Add her as a friend, and then let me know if SatZ 's posted any comments on her page." She whines. It takes a few more minutes to coerce her into doing it, and I even have to pull the "You know I would do the same for you," card, but she finally agrees.
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Now I have two things on the agenda for today: wait for SatZ 's next text message and wait for Erza to call me back with details on Bulla's page. I watch an episode of Supernatural, paint my nails, brush my teeth and stare at the ceiling for a million hours until he finally writes back. His texts are so sporadic, but getting them totally makes my day.
"want to see you."
I write back, "I wish. Dad will be home soon."
I refresh my homepage. No new comments. My phone vibrates.
"Send me a pic."
"That's not the same as seeing me..." I know it's totally against the rules to double text a guy you're crushing on, but I do it anyway.
"Speaking of photos, I just saw a ton of you and some girl? on your profile..."Fifteen minutes later, no reply. Shit, that was a mistake. I triple text.
"Where'd ya go?"...He replies immediately,
"Waiting on your pic" . Ugh. I send him a photo from my phone's storage of images. It's of me and a kitten. He replies, "Sexy... anymore?"
Who was that girl? My thumbs ache from pressing the screen so hard.
No one, pic "please? I miss you"
I don't know why he needs so many photos of me when there are hundreds online. I turn my phone's camera on myself, stick out my tongue and cross my eyes and snap a photo. I send it to him.
"Come on, you can do sexier than that."
Sexier? What does that mean? I'm not a Sports Illustrated model.
"Shirtless."
My heart races. "No. Freaking. Way."
Twenty five persuasive texts later and I'm standing in the bathroom in my bra, phone camera ready. I so can not do this. The neighbor's dog starts barking and soon our dog Patch joins him. I know all guys care about sex but why does he want this photo so badly?
"I bet Bulla would send him a photo. I wonder if she already has."I shift my leg, tilt may hips and shoulder like a model. Purse my lips. I look silly. I switch out my bra for a padded one. Better. I still don't want to do this.I don't feel sexy at all. I feel stupid. But maybe this will get him to stop saying he doesn't want a relationship. I hold out my phone, using a mirror to check my pose. The dogs are still barking. The back door slams shut. Shit, Dad's home. He calls for me for me to come help him with the groceries.
"I'm in the bathroom, just a minute," I say through the door. Knowing it's over I snap the photo, send it to SatZ and throw my shirt back on. I open the door. Dad is standing there. "Why did your camera sound just go off?" It didn't sound like a question. His jaw is set and he appears to already know the answer.
"Umm," I stammer a lie about dropping my phone and the accidental camera clickage that resulted. I muster a weak laugh. My phone beeps and Dad snatches it from my hand.
" Damn girl, you're sexy "
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Myface flushes so fast I get dizzy. Breakfast threatens to resurface. I stare at the floor, waiting for an earful. But he doesn't yell. He starts to cry. This is worse than yelling. I would rather him punch me in the face with spiky, flaming brass knuckles covered in flesh-rotting acid. He removes the battery and puts it and the phone into his pocket. I can't speak or else I would try to apologize. "I just don't know what to do with you, Lucy," he says as he walks away and I am left feeling like the worst daughter in the world.
Dad went to work the next morning without saying a word to me. My job every summer is to baby-sit my sister, make sure she doesn't get hurt, feed her a proper breakfast and lunch. Usually he gives me a lecture on how to discipline her, which neighborhood kids she can play with and can't play with and which kids she can't see because he's having a feud with their parents, and what to make for lunch. Today- nothing. When he yells at me I don't want anything to do with him, yet oddly now that he's silent I would kill for a hug or cold and distant thing doesn't work at all for me.
Michelle is remarkably easy to watch now that she's ten. Last year she was annoying as hell and this year she's glued to video games and doesn't bother me at all. Thank God for technology and here I am without it. Although I wasn't wasn't born with a cell phone in my hand, I truly can't remember life without one. I can't even call anyone other than Erza on our Land line because I don't have anyone's number memorized.
My stomach pulls into itself. I haven't spoken to SatZ's he replied to the photo message I sent him. Was he worried about me? He's probably texted me a million times.
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There's a knock at the door and Michelle rushes to answer it. It's Tyler, the boy next door. His mom is currently friends with our mom so he's on the good list. They settle in front of the TV like little child zombies and play a game that's sole purpose is to shoot and kill foreign soldiers. Hardly seems appropriate, but whatever. Tyler ask if I'm eighteen yet.
"No," I say.
"My brother just turned eighteen and he got a job at the movies and it's cool," He says. He yells profanity into his headset and then murders a dozen virtual soldiers. "He gets to see all the movies for free. You should work there, too"
"My boyfriend works there," I say. SatZ 's not really my boyfriend but what are technicalities when it comes to conversation with a ten-year-old? Tyler shoots a few more people and says, "I bet they're friends,"
I grew up living next to Tyler and his brother Sting. Sting is one of the biggest stoners at our school; of course he's friends with SatZ. I get an incredible idea.
"Hey Tyler, if I give you a letter can you give it to your brother and tell him to give it to my boyfriend?"
He shrugs. "Yeah,"
I rummage through my room, the kitchen and finally the study to find a note book and a pen. In a two-paged note I tell SatZ everything that happened with Dad, how she took my phone and computer away. How much I like him and how I hope he will wait for me to find a way to see him. And the I ramble on about pointless things until my hand hurts from writing. I fold it and seal it inside of an envelope hoping to deter Sting from reading it.
I write SatZ on both sides of it and give it to Tyler. He tosses it by his shoes at the front door and I cringe, hoping my heartfelt words make it from my hands to Tyler's to Sting's to SatZ 's. It is my only hope.
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Dad comes home from work with pizza. Michelle and I dig in, eating a lot more than usual to make up for my sub par sandwiches we had for lunch. Something is different about Dad today. He's rigid and cold. When I had taken the pizza from her hands, I tried giving him a hug and he brushed it off. And now, one and a half slices of pizza later, he is eagerly listening to Michelle's stories and not even acknowledging me.
"Dad, are you ok?" I ask. It feels so foreign to talk to him now. Like he knows that dirty secret about me photo texting and now we can't look at each other.
"Yes, I'm fine," he says. "But we need to talk later."
"Later? How about now?" God, the last thing I want is to fret about this all night.
He squeezes Michelle's shoulder; she's shoving pepperonis into her mouth. "I guess it's better for everyone to hear it. Lucy, I've been thinking about how to handle your grounding this summer," He says it like it's a business proposition. I think he's done a damn fine job of handling my grounding- I have no connection with the outside world thanks to him. What else does he want to do, put me behind bars?
"What do you mean?" I prepare myself for whatever he's about to say. I bet it sucks.
He looks at his cuticles. "I can't control you here. You're going to spend the summer with your grandparents. And you're still grounded while you're there" Oh my freaking God I am not prepared for this.
"When?"
Dad's lips are straight. He doesn't look me in the eye when he says it. "Tomorrow." I freaked out. Grandma lives in a creepy, presumably haunted house in the middle of nowhere. Even if I had a cellphone I wouldn't get any reception. Why oh! why is he doing this to me?
"Please don't try to fight this. I believe it's for your own good," He says. The pizza turns rancid in my stomach.
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