It was one of those days again. Well, by 'one of those days' she meant the usual: Go on mission, destroy everything, not get reward, and go home with a stomach almost as empty as her pockets. The reason why? Natsu.
Natsu always had a way to annoy Lucy. He would pop in her house at random times, blow up things on missions, and eat the food in her refrigerator. To add to that, his constant obliviousness added even more to his irritating personality. How could he not see that—
That—
Ugh, why was it so hard to just say it?
—That she loved him?
Lucy groaned and rolled over on her bed, burying her head in her pillow. She was glad that her team wasn't there to see her in such a pitiful state.
The fire dragon slayer had somehow managed to capture her heart, and showed no signs of letting it go. Lucy just couldn't understand him. He was just about everything she wasn't looking for in a guy! Almost. Almost.
Lucy had wanted someone with wavy brown hair and sparkling green eyes (because blonde hair and blue eyes were cliché), and yet he turned up with spiky pink hair and onyx eyes and somehow, somehow he gained her affections. She always thought that her lover would enjoy books. She always thought he would be sweet and gentlemanly, and ever smiling a gorgeous, kind smile.
But Natsu? Lucy wasn't even sure if he knew how to read. He was also the opposite of gentlemanly, always a little rough and careless. And by little, she meant alot. He never smiled. He grinned. Whenever he grinned it was just a tiny bit lopsided, a tiny bit crooked. Yet it never failed to warm her heart and make her grin like an idiot too.
Despite all of Lucy's unmet expectations, he had qualities that she valued much more than sparkling green eyes or a gentlemanly demeanor. He was loyal. He was brave. And he never failed to make her smile. He was Natsu. Irritating, childish, oblivious, daring, reckless Natsu.
So, she'd deal with his annoyingness. If it meant that she could stay by his side. She'd put up with the bruises on her pale skin after a long day of destruction. If it meant that she could see him grin every day.
Simply because she loved him.
Rolling over once more, Lucy got off of her bed, jammed her slippers on her feet, and headed to kitchen where she knew he'd be, stuffing his face. And then she'd scold him, like she always did, and kick him out of her apartment, knowing fully that he would just jump in through the window later.
Love is strange.
Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first story (one Fanfiction of course) so please be gentle. XD I know it's pretty sucky, but I'm a little tired and I wasn't sure what to write about. I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!