1: Airplanes Rides…Aren't They Great?

"Urghh…this is just so annoying!" I said in frustration. I lied my head down on my desk, as I tapped my pencil trying to find some sort of rhythm in life.

"Hey…Lucy…are you sure you're okay?" Levy asked me suddenly, distracting me from my moment of finding the meaning of life. I wanted to grit my teeth in annoyance and tell everyone to shut the hell up, but no…that's really mean, and it wouldn't be fair to them to have to deal with my sudden angry mood swings.

I plastered a fake smile on my face, and just said,

"Yeah! I'm fine, really. It's just you know…this job is stressful for me, and I just want a vacation, you know?"

Levy nodded, and returned back to her book, effectively ending the conversation.

I put my head back down on my desk and shut my eyes.

I really hate this job.

I hated it even more, because I wasn't sure why!

The thought just made me more pissed off.

I sighed, and right before I could feel myself drifting off to sleep, there was a light tap on my shoulder. I lifted my head to see Mira standing there with a big grin on her face.

"Say…Lucy. Did I just hear you say you wanted to go on a vacation?"

Uh-oh…where was this going? I gulped.

"Err…yeah. Why?" I asked, trying to look anywhere else rather than the wicked gleam in her eyes. Her grin quickly turned to some weird sweet smirk.

"Oh oh nothing really…it's just that I just got three tickets to this really fancy hotel resort in a place that you probably wouldn't mind going," she said.

Wait. Huh?

"Whadda mean?" I asked.

"Well…I'm inviting you along if you really want to go, but you don't have to I suppose…"

"What about work?" I asked, tilting my head slightly in confusion.

"Oh you mean Sting? Ehh…he's coming along, so I mean, if the boss is coming then I'm sure he won't mind, really. Plus, I've already told him you're coming along so it's all actually already settled!"

With that, Mira bounded off, leaving me there to gape at her.

However, even is she didn't exactly ask me…it did sound like fun. A vacation to a fancy resort might be good for me…to relive the…ermm…stress.

I giggled to myself and Levy looked up at me from her book, with a small smirk. I guess she knows my mood swings to well, eh? That just made me giggle even more.

Oh…to be twenty-two and free.

…...

After Mira told me when we we're leaving, which was originally in a week, but now it's tomorrow, almost immediately I started to pack.

I went shopping, got ripped off, continued to shop, and got a sale just before getting ripped off again.

It was the supreme shopping experience that…

I spent almost all of my money on.

I looked down at the ninth receipt that day with a dreadful sigh.

Damnit! I'm too careless! I need to be more organized…but it's not like these sunglasses will go to waste, per say…I sighed again at my poor lack of reasoning skills and started home, towards my apartment.

When I got home, I started to pack everything up after I took a bath (and shaving…I was going swimming, after all…).

After those things had been done, I sat down at my desk and stared at my manuscript as what seemed like my ideas clearing out, leaving nothing but a blatant stare at the page.

This…was utterly useless. I groaned in annoyance and lied my head down on the desk, closing my eyes to try and find some sort of idea on what to write, but nothing…seemed…to come…to mind.

…...

I woke with a start, effectively slamming my arm against my desk causing me to groan loudly. I sat up, dazed and looked around, confused for a moment on where I was.

Oh shit!

I stood up, and looked around, and then looked at my clock.

Shit, shit, shit! I. Was. Late!

I scurried around; throwing my last minute things together and hastily getting dressed, all the while battling a ferocious knot in my disorganized blonde hair.

Damnit!

I called Mira, and put her on speaker as I continued to freak out. She answered on the fourth ring.

"Lucy? Where are you? The plane leaves in an hour. Are you almost here?" Her tone was hopeful, but still doubtful. I responded through clenched teeth as I threw my toothbrush in my carry-on.

"Ermm…not really, no. Actually, you see…I'm still at home, so I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?"

"You're still at home?!" she exclaimed softly.

"Uh huh," I said.

"Oh dear…um, well I'll tell Sting we may have to take a later flight, okay?"

I sighed. I already knew that stubborn boss of ours was probably going to insist that they just leave, leaving me here.

"Er, okay, I guess?" I said.

"Good. Well get here quickly Lucy. See you," she said.

"Bye," I said.

She hung up, and I put my phone in my purse. I looked around the room with another sigh and started once again.

…...

My phone rang loudly causing me to jump. I was in a taxi on the way to the airport, with my two bags in the trunk. I opened my purse and grabbed my phone, hesitantly. I looked down at it and saw that it was Mira.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Lucy! Good news!"

"What is it?"

"The plane's been delayed, so you actually have about two hours now!"

All that worrying…

"Well that's good, but I bet Sting's pretty pissed, right?" I asked, holding back a laugh.

"Yeah…he's not too happy," she said.

I laughed, and she giggled.

"Are you almost here?" Mira asked.

"Yeah. I'm in a taxi headed towards you guys right now. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay," she said.

"Bye," I said, as I ended the call. I leaned back against the chair and groaned. I was really tired…maybe I'll just take a little nap…

…...

"Miss? You need to wake up. We're here."

My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the bright light streaming through the windows.

"Eh?" I asked, looking around.

When I saw the airport, I sat up abruptly and looked apologetically at the man. He seemed a little amused. Hmpf.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Here, how much do I owe you?" I asked, taking out my purse.

"It will be twenty-four dollars, please," he said.

I handed him the money and got out. After grabbing my luggage, I headed towards the airport, ready to go through way too much security. I just sighed again, for the fifth time that day.

…...

When I finally got through security, I headed out to find Mira and Sting. I looked down at my boarding pass in a daze.

"Gate D4. Okay then," I muttered. I looked up at a gate sign and saw that I was at gate B9. I groaned. Great. I have to walk.

After walking for about seven minutes, I got there, and right away I noticed Mira's long, white hair and Sting's spiky, blonde hair. I let out a breath of relief, that I wasn't aware I had been holding and skipped towards them, making loud noises with my luggage. They both turned (more like everybody) immediately at the sound, and when they saw it was me, they honestly looked relieved. I smiled and bounded up to them.

"I'm finally here!" I said, overly happy.

Sting was the first to say something, although it really wasn't directed at me.

"Finally, the blonde princess is here…" he muttered.

"I can hear you, you know," I snapped at him, already annoyed. He just smirked and turned away. I huffed loudly, and turned towards Mira.

"When are we departing?"

"In about ten minutes," she said.

I nodded, and sat down. I was about to put in some earphones, but I noticed people around us whispering not-to-quietly.

"Is that really him?"

"Oh! He's so much cuter in real life!"

"Wait…isn't he…he is!"

I put down my earphones, confused. Who were they talking about? Sting? I glanced at him and huffed again. No way. He's not that rich or famous. I turned to face where the whispers were coming from and saw a group of ladies staring at something. I faced their objective. I almost gaped at him. The reason was quite obvious.

"Y-you have PINK hair!" I suddenly yelled loudly. I clamped a hand over my mouth as everyone turned to face me, again. The pink-haired man also turned to look at me with amused eyes. Oh wow…he's pretty handsome.

That's when I realized my dire situation…of complete and utter embarrassment! I looked down sheepishly, and the pink-haired man just gave me another amused look before saying,

"And you have blonde hair."

Then he turned around and headed somewhere else, leaving me there to blush like a maniac. Suddenly, my arm was grabbed, and I saw that it was Sting.

"What the hell was that, Blondie?"

"You're blonde too…" I murmured, still highly embarrassed.

"Psh. Whatever. What. Was. That?" he asked me again.

"IdunnoIjustthoughtitwasstrangethathehadpinkhair.. .wait! Why do you care, Mr. Boss Man?" I snapped, returning to my old self.

"Well, you are my employee, who is currently with me at the moment to board a plane, so I don't really mind when you embarrass yourself, but don't embarrass me as well! People know me here," he said.

"Yeah right. Huge ego much? No one here even recognizes you. You do realize you're not really all that, right?" I asked, pissed off again, with just the matter of him. He pulled me closer to him so that we were almost touching noses.

"Watch what you say smart mouth. I could fire you in an instant," he growled at me. I pulled away in annoyance.

"Like I care about—" Mira instantly cut in.

"Okay, okay. Calm down guys. We're boarding now, and oh just so you know Lucy…we have first class tickets!"

Those words instantly made me feel better. First class? I haven't had first class since I was a baby, when I was living with my dad…I shrugged the thought away and focused on boarding. I glanced down at my tickets again. I was seat 4B…

When I boarded, I noticed no one was in the companion seat yet, so it was much easier getting settle in the window seat. I loved the window seats, so just my luck. I also noticed the rows were organized in only two seats, unlike most three seated planes.

Oh…I hope I don't get some old pedophile.

Please don't be a pedophile, please don't be a pedophile, please don't be a pedophile!

I continued this mantra for a while, with eyes closed and crossed fingers, so when I felt and heard someone take a seat beside me, my eyes opened immediately.

At least he's not a pedophile…but I still groaned.

It was him. The pink-haired man, who was currently giving me a knowing smirk. I blushed from embarrassment at the memory that happened not too long ago, and at the fact that he was very handsome. Geez. This guy was a walking hazard with those looks.

I huffed slightly at my unwelcome thoughts and turned to face the window.

Only eight more hours Lucy, only eight more hours. You can handle this.

I felt the guy shift beside me, but I didn't look his way.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the plane to lift off. I felt the guy shift again, and this time he shifted where our legs touched. I resisted the urge to shiver.

What the hell?

I just kept my eyes firmly closed, trying to find some peace, but the man shifted again.

"Are you comfortable yet?" I snapped at him suddenly, as my eyes flew open. He stilled and looked at me with onyx eyes. That amused look from before appeared on his face, and I resisted the urge to hit him.

What is it with this guy?

"No, not yet," he said, with an amused tone. He raised an eyebrow as if daring me to continue, but I just huffed again and turned back towards my window. I felt him chuckle softly, as he shifted once again.

This was going to be a long trip.

I just groaned in my head and leaned my head against the window smashing my nose up against the glass. I closed my eyes, yet again with the purpose of trying to find peace. I breathed slowly, in and out, and before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep.

…...

I felt hot. Like overwhelmingly hot. Yet…I felt comfortable, and I sighed sleepily. When did I get a pillow? I sighed again, and shifted my head towards the left. I felt something hard. Wait…were these…abs? My eyes instantly opened, and I found myself buried in a black shirt.

What… the… fuck?!

I lifted my head immediately and hit my head with the head before me.

"Ow!" I said in unison…with…the pink-haired guy?

Oh no…I fell asleep on him, didn't I? Wait! Maybe not…ahh! I pushed myself against the window seat creating the biggest gap between us two.

"Y-you…you are a pedophile! Wait no…wrong term…pervert!" I screamed, not-to-softly. My eyes were wide with horror, as were his, and he put up his hands.

"N-no! Don't touch me! We're…ermm… I call the police!" I exclaimed. He opened his mouth to say something, it looked like, but at that moment, the flight attendant said,

"Miss, if I could please ask you to keep your voice down and—"

"B-but this man! He's a pervert!"

The pink-haired guy opened his mouth once more, but the flight attendant turned towards him now.

"Is this true, young man?" She seemed very displeased with him…the perverted, pink-haired man.

"No!" he exclaimed. Before I could add something, he continued on.

"She just fell asleep on my shoulder, and completely overreacted, and started calling me a pervert, and ughh…I don't fell good at all. Could I have some more of that medicine, please?" he said.

The flight attendant smiled kindly and went off to get his medicine, I guess…wait, what?! One minute, she's displeased with him, the next minute she's acting like his maid!

Damnit all.

The pink-haired guy turned again to face me with a pained look on his face. He looked as if he was about to throw up. I shook my head.

"Uh-uh Pinky, you are not barfing on me," I said. I continued on.

"So… did I really fall asleep on you?" I asked, hesitantly, already knowing the dreaded answer. He nodded, groaning loudly. I just kept speaking.

"Well…ermm…sorry, I guess. For calling you a pedophile and a pervert, you know…" I trailed off, unsure of where I was headed with this. I saw him smile weakly, as he groaned again.

"Are you okay?" I asked, a little freaked out that he was going to throw up. He nodded weakly, and managed to say,

"M-motion sickness…" before going into another groaning fit yet again. I stifled my laugh, and looked away.

When the flight attendant returned, he quickly shoved his medicine down his throat and leaned back against the chair with closed eyes. I felt a huge urge to apologize some more, or do anything, so I said,

"So, erm…I'm Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia."

He opened one eye, and a small smile tugged at his lips.

"I'm Natsu Dragneel," he said.

Hm. Natsu Dragneel? Why does that sound kind of familiar? I pursed my lips and frowned, as I looked out of the window again. All I saw were clouds, but I didn't pay any attention to them. I was still trying to figure out where I've heard that name before.

Natsu Dragneel, Dragneel, Dragneel, Natsu, Natsu, Dragneel, Natsu Dragneel, Dragneel…

"Oh!" I said. I glanced at Natsu and poked him in the ribs. Both of his eyes opened slowly to meet mine.

"Are you a part of Dragneel Enterprises?!" I asked, remembering where I've heard his name. Natsu smiled, and just nodded, before closing his eyes again.

That explains those girls…and why he's in first class. Wait! Why is he in first class?! With the amount of money that he has, he probably has like four private jets!

I stared at him, as if the answer to my unasked question was hidden in his face. He did have a handsome face. Nice features and such…I bet his parents are both gorgeous as well and—

"Need something?" Natsu's voice cut into my thoughts. I blinked and found myself staring at a set of deep, onyx colored eyes. Crap! He caught me staring at him! Well…I mean…I only had a question, so it's not really a big deal, now is it?

"So, if you're a Dragneel, then why are you taking a plane? Don't you guys have like a private jet or something?" I asked.

His lips quirked up in a grin.

"Yeah. We do, but I didn't really want to use it this time…" he said.

"Oh? Why not?" I asked.

He frowned ever-so-slightly, and said,

"I just didn't."

That's when I frowned. Of course. Rich bastard.

"Oh…hmm," I said, a little irritated.

He noticed.

"What?" he asked.

"Well…if I had enough money to afford a private jet, then I wouldn't waste money on unnecessary things, like planes. I mean, if you have the money, then don't just waste it! If you're not going to use it, then put it towards something good! Such as, orphanages or to the homeless! Not towards a plane, when you own a private jet!" I was mad. This is why…rich people…it's just…why?!

How come the people who actually have the money never use it but for unnecessary things, and their selves? What about those who have no money?! Natsu's eyes slightly widened in surprise, but I guess he found it not a moment to talk so he just stared at me for a second before looking away.

Yeah. Look away bastard. I just looked away as well, and thought about apologizing, but decided against it. If he didn't know that, then now he does. Now he knows that he can't just throw around money like it's nothing.

"You're right," he said, surprising me. I faced him again with raised eyebrows. He looked at me and grimaced slightly. I didn't say anything, but he kept speaking anyways.

"I know I'm a selfish, rich ass, but I'm trying to change that. Actually, I'm headed to my resort where I'm actually donating a large orphanage to the city. Then, after that, I'm headed towards other places to help those in need. Even though, I recently just started…I'm trying my best to do what needs to be done. However, you're right on the plane subject. That was just me being a stubborn idiot."

I gaped at him. Great…now I feel guilty.

"Sorry," I muttered, looking down sheepishly. He laughed, and shook his head at my response.

"Isn't that what I should be saying, dummy?"

"I am not a dummy!" I defended, crossing arms and jutting out my pout. He laughed again, not noticing the irritated glares other people were giving us. I smiled, and soon I was laughing too.

So there we were, a pair of laughing idiots, who were also the receiver of glares.

It was nice.

Yeah.

Nice.

Maybe the next two hours wouldn't be all that bad, after all.

I shrugged, while still laughing widely.

I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

*Ohmygurrrrdddd…I'M SORRY! I know I'm the worst updater of all time, but this story was in the way when I was trying to write in Completely Oblivious and Hate/Love! Sorry, sorry, if you're readers of those stories! Well, I started this story a while back and finally finished the first chapter! Ugh…well now I must ask if you guys would kindly take my poll on my profile page on which kind of story this and Fairy Café, should be- NaLu or StiCy? :3 Well thanks for reading this, and please leave a lovely review! BTW, StiCy is currently winning by one, so if you're NaLu, then change that! But, StiCy you might want to make sure they don't completely overcome you! Well BAIIIII!