A/N: I actually started this on Microsoft Word.. So there's at least four chapters that are good to go. Also, excuse my messy summary.

SUMMARY: Nobody feels quite the same after meeting Lucy Heartfilia. Sometimes she will stay for eternity, and sometimes she won't. Most people want to hold onto her forever, and somehow, Sting happened to be one of them. Sting Eucliffe, daring, flirtatious, clever, and down-right enamored of Lucy. Then again, it seemed everyone felt that way towards her. So maybe it wasn't them, maybe it was her.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fairy Tail, all besides the plot and OCS is rightly owned by Mashima Hiro

Typed On: August 2014

Words: 1,835

May, 2021

He quit looking at other girls, they were never her.

He quit drinking, knowing it's because she hated it but he would never tell anyone that.

And this introduction sounds like it's because he is so in love, and that's because he is. But it sounds like it's the good kind.

It's not.

It's the kind that broke him, way before May came. The second time around too.

September, 2019

"You don't drink?"

Lucy looked up in the dim room, and shook her head. "No-no."

The blonde guy in front of her shrugged, took a sip of his drink, and then sat down at the other end of the couch.

"Why?"

"Huh? Sorry," Lucy wasn't exactly how she was suppose to address him. He seemed very young.

"Sting. My name is Sting." This time, he took gulps of the bottle in his hand.

Lucy wasn't sure if he was drunk or not, he seemed leveled though.

"So, why don't you drink?"

He was expecting the answer like: "It could kill you," "I'm the designated driver," "Drinking is so bad!"

But instead, Lucy shrugged. "Not sure, just never felt the whole drinking idea."

Now, Sting wasn't going to tell her the good things about drinking. So he didn't say anything at all.

The two simply sat there with the music blaring in the dim room on the couch.

Right when he was about to get up and do something else, she began speaking.

"Well, actually, there's an actual reason," she started.

Sting nodded his head, staring at her.

She looked pretty in the light.

"And it sounds like I'm just being a daddy's issue girl, but that's dumb too. Like why are you harassing and joking on someone who had actual problems with someone who usually has a major impact on their life? It's mean. "

He was shocked, from how much she could talk sober. However, he was listening. It's been a while since he talked to someone like this.

"But that's not what I was saying!" A sheepish smile appeared on her face.

Sting chuckled. "What's your name?"

"Lucy Heartfilia." Sounded familiar to Sting, but he didn't think about it.

With the nod he gave, it signaled her to continue. She seemed hesitant at first, though it didn't take long for her to open her mouth.

"Papa was a huge alcoholic, and I'm not saying don't drink." Lucy waved her hands around. "Don't get the wrong idea, if you enjoy it, enjoy it. Just don't let it kill you. Y'know?"

"Yeah…" Sting was really thinking. "Yeah."

However, his tone didn't sound too interested.

"God, I'm sorry. I just ramble on and on!" Her cheeks were tinted pink.

Honestly, Sting wasn't too good with this type of times. Most times, they're drunk and would accept anything. No worries, he made sure they were okay with it first.

"Nah, it's cool." Was the only thing he could manage.

"Really?"

Sting nodded, "You're pretty cool."

Lucy was still blushing.

"Where are you from?"

"Just moved here a week ago, living with my friend for now." Sting replied, scratching his head. He felt a little embarrassed about his situation.

"Oh, I live with my two friends. The house I bought was too big, and theirs were two small. So we live with each other now,"

"The more the merrier, right?"

She smiled and leaned closer to him.

He did the same.

"Is your name just Sting?" Lucy questioned.

The music seemed to get lower.

Sting shook is head. "Last name is Eucliffe. Sting Eucliffe, or some people call me Stingy."

"Stingy? Making me a bit cautious, but really cool, people just call me Lucy. Best friend calls me Luce, and Mama called me Lucky."

"Lucy is a nice name, it's short. It's sweet, tastes like vanilla on my tongue,"

She wasn't sure how she was feeling, still, she didn't mind the feeling.

"Lu-cy. It's a honey name. My name is so overrated."

The lightening in the room also looked to have gotten brighter.

Luc raised her eyebrows. "Overrated?"

"Everyone's always like, 'Ow that stings.' And all. So overrated,"

"So dramatic."

Sting took that it was implying that on him, and opened his mouth.

Just then, a red head came over and tapped on Lucy's shoulder. She was obviously drunk.

"Erza! Where is Levy?" Lucy asked, standing up.

"Uh, she said something about Gajeel and gettin' it."

Lucy rolled her eyes, knowing that meant it's just Erza and her tonight.

"You're going home now. Enough for you, you have to work tomorrow." And Lucy took Erza's arm and placed it over her shoulders.

At first, it looked like she was going to leave without saying anything to Sting, but she smiled and gave a small wave with the hand slightly holding Erza's.

"Please to meet you, Sting. I'll, um, see you some time soon, hopefully. Bye, Stingy!" With that, Lucy dragged the drunk Erza out.

When they were out, Sting looked around the crowded room. He didn't feel like talking to anyone anymore, hell, he never had in a while. Not until tonight.

It was a hot day for September, yet Lucy still went out for a jog.

It was a nice thing, jog then jump into their pool. Erza had to work, and Levy didn't come home.

Of course Lucy was worried, but woke up to Levy's groggy voice reassuring her on the phone.

"Morning, Lucy!" A neighbor greeted.

"Morning!"

The whole jog was filled with warm greetings. Despite her sweaty and struggled face.

After the jog and pool, she had to keep herself busy. If not, she was sure she would die of boredom. And she reached a good stop in her novel.

Erza owned a café, near their home. It was quite popular, and busy on a Monday.

"Everyone needs coffee and a sweet treat on Mondays!" Lucy said cheerfully, sitting at the bar. Those around her laughed and agreed.

Erza was known for being tough, but her shop wasn't.

"Usual?" Mirajane inquired, grabbing Lucy's accustomed size cup.

"Yes, please. And oh my god, I have so much to tell you!"

Mirajane got her a strawberry milkshake before returning curiously. She raised an eyebrow.

"Yesterday, I met a guy. He had really nice blue eyes and blonde hair like mine. Plus, he enjoyed my talkative self."

"Everyone enjoys your talkative self." Mirajane told her.

Lucy was going to say something, but someone called Mirajane and she left.

"Oh, Lucy, you're here. No writing today?" Erza asked, while carrying a plate of strawberry cheesecake ice cream. It was a funny scene, tough Erza in a fluffy pastel uniform.

Tough girls can also be the cutest, sometimes.

Lucy snorted, at the scene and the question. "I will later. I need to pick up some things first." She recalled.

It was a small town anyways; she had a lot of time.

"Ah, okay. Well I have a terrible headache."

"That's what you get for drinking so much,"

"Three drinks."

"That's enough for you, ha ha!"

Erza shook her head, "Whatever, hurry up and go do your errands. I have to work to do."

Even when she said that, Erza stood there eating her cake while Lucy said goodbye and walked out.

There actually wasn't much to get. She just knew that if she didn't have errands, she would be helping at the café. Lucy liked it there; she just hated working on busy days.

First place she went to was the bookstore. Bought two books, and got a third one for free.

Second place was the fruit stand. Got some fresh fruits and a yogurt popsicle.

Third, and also last was her best friend's house.

Lucy loved Erza and Levy like a sisters. They couldn't compare to her best friend though.

It took a few knocks before the door was opened.

"Hi, Luce." A tired person said.

Lucy entered the room, and still was disgusted by the mess. Even though she witnessed it more than a handful of times.

"Guessing you took too many shots yesterday." It wasn't actually a question, the answer was obvious.

When she turned on the light, he groaned and dropped on to the couch.

"Luce, I love you and all,"

"But?"

"I have too much of a hangover to deal with your sass."

"Natsu, you're smart when sick."

He looked up to glare at her, and threw his head back.

Lucy took off her shoes and sat next to him. And leaned her head on his shoulders.

"I met someone yesterday. He was pretty cool."

"Sting, yeah, I know." He was bitter, although it could've been the headache.

Lucy blinked twice, "how do you know?"

"He started the same way too. With the same words. We were in the same taxi."

An 'O' formed on her lips, and she lifted her head.

"You're so pretty, he told me about you. He doesn't do that, it's because you're pretty."

A blush formed on her face and she laughed. "What else did he say?"

"I met someone yesterday. She was cool, talked a lot. I liked it, hehehe, I have a crush on her, hehehe." He mocked.

Lucy laughed and lightly smacked him.

"He so did not say that last part."

"Okay, yeah he didn't. But he wouldn't shut up!"

"That's… Flattering."

Natsu glanced at her, before sighing.

"Hey, I have to get my rest. Mind?"

"Not one bit, I'll come by later tonight. Sleep well!" And quickly rushed out.

Once she was gone, Natsu fell face down onto the couch cushions.

His cat, Happy, meowed and jumped onto his back, and kneaded like bread. It was similar to a massage.

Sometimes, he felt like Happy was the only thing that got his back.

A/N: Let me just say. . A lot could happen in the next few chapters hehe..

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