Gavi Fic! :) This is a spur of the moment kind of story. I've been frustrated myself for a little bit. Mainly cuz of school and siblings. So Anyways, I felt like I needed to write out my feelings. Cheesy, Yes. But Whatever. You could call it a Vent Fic I guess. Anyways, I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

-I Do not Own Fairy Tail or the characters!


Frustration. It was the cause of her foul mood. She was angry. Why? In all honesty, she didn't know. Was it because of her teammates, who breathe down her neck 24/7? Or because her best friend was too busy half the time to hang out with her? She couldn't decide which of the two it was, or if it was even one of those reasons as to why she was so mad.

Whatever the reason, it made her even angrier, that she was angry in the first place.

"Squirt? What's with the scowl?" A rough voice questioned from next to her.

She turned her head just enough to catch a glimpse of the man. Deciding she really didn't want to speak to him, or anyone, she turned her attention back to the wall in front of her.

The action was like a punch to the stomach to the man. He hated being ignored, more than he hated the flame brain and the stripper's constant fighting.

With a clear of the throat, he decided to ask again, telling himself that she simply hadn't heard him the first time.

"I said, Squirt, what's with the scowl?" His voice was louder this time. It wasn't loud enough to catch attention from the people around them, but loud enough for her to hear him for sure.

No answer came from the females lips. She sat still, focusing only on the wall in front of her. She didn't feel like talking, or explaining why she did what she did.

"Damnit! Would you answer me!" The words were cold and irritated. He wasn't in the mood for this.

"I did answer you! Silence means I don't want to talk to you!" The small female rose from her seat, feeling that it would make her look fierce. Of course, against him, she always lost.

"What?" He asked baffled. Not once had he ever seen her act so furious. Her eyes, though were a beautiful green when she was happy, were now cold and clouded. Her emotions were a jumble, and He could easily read that.

"What's wrong?" He asked more calmly.

Anger boiled inside of her stomach. Why did that question always come up?

"Nothing is wrong; I just want to be left alone!" Her voice also lowered, but rage coated her words like candy.

With a chuckle the man leaned forward and pulled the tiny girl into a hug. Protests came quickly, but ended just as fast.

"What are you doing?" She mumbled.

"Making you feel better. I don't like to see you mad or upset. I don't really care why you were, but I do care if you're not happy." He said into her hair.

The two stood quietly in their hug position for several minutes. The noise that broke the quietness was the movement of the small girl bringing her arms around the waist of the larger man.

Clutching the fabric of his shirt, she pulled him closer to her.

A smile played on the man's lips. He succeeded in making her happy.