Disclaimer: I don't own fairytail, that honor is reserved for the amazing Sensei Hiro Mashima.
Chapter One: The best scenery
'The cicada sings in summer, muted laughter acts as the chorus and the bright sunlight cheerily seeps inside the seemingly serene library.'
Sighing, I put down my pen and pensively looked out the window. I have always wanted to be a writer and a successful businesswoman like my mother. I can say I prefer Fiore to Alvarez with my whole heart. Ever since I transferred to Fairy Tail High I've had more time to write and study in peace. Ever since I've been here I got to have more female and even male friends. My parents have come to ease up on the family business ever since we got here and we could all be together more often. My sister Michelle has been acting more actively and not so stately too. We have come to act more like a closely knit loving family as the days pass here in Fiore. Truly the best high school years I could ask for.
Sighing deeply, I lay my head on my now closed notebook and stared harder out of the window at the salmon haired boy playing soccer under the bright summer sun. I could feel my heart beat faster and I squeeze my hands together trying to regain my composure. It was a year ago that I happily discovered the huge two-storyed school library thanks to Levy. It was facing the sports field and just beside the school gymnasium. Later on I learned from Levy there was actually a basement underground that served as an archive. I was truly impressed with Fairy Tail High for collecting all these books and giving it a warm loving home. They said the first headmistress Mavis was an avid fan of books and her best friend Zera convinced the other school founders to make a separate building just for the library. All the books are systematically arranged from the oldest magic books to the most modern teen fiction.
It was 6 months ago I came to claim the farthest table on the second floor as my favorite and came to love the view out of the window for a whole different reason other than the scenery. I never thought I would ever grow to be possessive of a table just because of a boy. Three months ago I came to give up on my self denial with regards to loving the scenery and not the boy in my view. I blush and cover my face over folded arms, but in less than a minute I quickly lift my head to continue on looking down to that cheery boy pink haired boy. Feeling my emotions get the better of me I quickly open up my notebook and quickly wrote down on a clean page.
'Looking out the window, I wonder what love is. Is it the exhilarating feeling I get everytime I see you? Is it the heaviness in my heart when I see you around another girl? Or is it this complicated urge I have of wanting to keep you smiling even if it means losing you?'
Now slamming down on the notebook and earning a glare from Evergreen who was at the library counter, I quickly stand up and make my way out. I might have admitted I was in love with you but I still don't know what to do with this emotion and you.