Welcome to my drabble series! Hope you enjoy these.

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~"My friend thought you were cute so she tried to take a picture of you for snapchat and her flash went off but when you looked our way she shoved her phone in my hands and nOW YOU THINK ITS ME AND OH GOD PLS DONT BE MAD"~

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-Prompt by homohighness onTumblr-

"I mean I'm not comparing anyone here, because if we were he'd be out like that, but I'm just saying Lucy, he's pretty cute."

Lucy sighed, her cheek in her palm and her eyes in a daze. She had a point, it wasn't like he was a Calvin Klein model or anything, but he did have this cute, goofy ambiance about him that made him seem pretty damn adorable. He wasn't doing anything special, he was just lounging by the breakfast bar casually, an arm resting on the counter and his ankles crossed with a bored look on his face. His hair was pink, out of all colors the almighty one could have chosen from, yet it complemented his tan skin well, might she say herself.

"Nothing compared to Gajeel though."

Lucy glanced to her friend, raising an eyebrow with more sass than she intended, yet said nothing about that.

"I guess you're right Lev, he is pretty cute," She admitted.

The breakfast diner they both suggested turned out to be the good choice, with a good view. It was still a little early for Lucy, she had stayed up all night trying to get her research paper done for her Psych class that was due on Monday. It was Saturday now, but she liked to get things like that out of the way so she could actually enjoy her weekend. Levy was a beam of sunshine, as always. She was always a morning person, and a night owl at the same time. Lucy wondered if her friend ever actually slept sometimes.

Not since her boyfriend liked to make nightly visits in the girls dorm, Lucy thought with a smirk.

Levy wasn't her roommate, but she did live across the hall from her, and Lucy could tell one personally, it was obvious when Gajeel made his appearance.

"He doesn't really seem like my type though, you know?" Lucy said a moment later. "I kinda like classy guys."

Levy let out a mix of a snort and groan, "You haven't even met him yet Luce, and not all guys are gonna be your knight in shining armor. Especially not here and in this age."

Lucy groaned along with her and rolled her eyes, letting her head fall to the table, "But Levy! There has to be some guy out there, I just need one! One good one!"

"And he might be it!" Levy prodded, "He already has the attractive factor down, that's already one out of three."

Lucy grumbled some inaudible words against her forearm, at which Levy glared and looked back to the guy at the counter. He really did have that attractive factor down all right.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to go find out his life story right now, but at least try and talk to him if you see him again alright?" Levy insisted, "I still think you're making a mistake by not doing it now though."

Lucy sat up again, "It's not like he's dying off, I'm just waiting for a sign alright? That he's the one. I'll probably end up forgetting about him anyways."

"Well we can take care of that," Levy snorted smugly, pulling out her purse.

Lucy eyed her carefully, glancing between her and the man, "Levy, what are you doing, what are you-"

"Shh, relax, nothing," She giggled, holding up her phone in front of her face.

"Don't Levy!" Lucy whispered-shouted, gritting her teeth.

Levy flipped her camera and zoomed in on the guy at the counter, ignoring Lucy.

"Oh my God..." Lucy sighed, pressing her fingertips to her temples.

"What? He won't even know. And this can be your new background or something," She shrugged, waiting till he looked somewhere else to get a clear shot of his face.

Lucy waited impatiently as Levy fixated her shot, rolling her eyes, "Can you take it alr-"

*FLASH*

A beam of light caused the guy to jump, his eyes whipping towards the two girls. Lucy froze, her jaw unhinged and heard a the screech of a chair feet against the tile of the floor. She finally blinked, after what seemed like an hour of eye contact with the guy and glanced down to her hands...where Levy's phone was currently held, and Levy herself absolutely nowhere to be seen.

Are you fucking kidding me Levy, Lucy would have yelled, that is if she could speak at the moment. Her eyes raised back up to the man, his own still staring her down like an eagle and she was a petty little mouse.

He looked confused at first, then curious, and then a crooked, awkward smile made an attempt at the corners of his lips.

"Did you just...take a picture of me..?" He asked, nodding towards the phone in her hands.

Lucy hadn't closed her mouth since the flash, and she honestly didn't plan to for a good while. Like, until she was in her grave, or something reasonable like that.

"Um.." She licked her lips, letting her mouth fall open again.

She was a straight A student in one of Fiore's most prestigious colleges, and on the top 10 of the Dean's List, yet this was the hardest thing she's ever been challenged with. Getting the word no out of her mouth.

"I...I don't, um..." She started shaking her head, very slowly and forced her mouth shut before she spouted anymore nonsense.

He cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets, and began to stroll towards her table. Lucy felt her heart in her throat and her stomach in her chest. She quickly dropped the phone on the table, as if doing that now would matter in the least and scooted back in her chair as he approached her, biting her lip harshly. It was way too early for this shit.

He came up to her, his knees just barley brushing hers and opened up his mouth.

"Accident."

He rose an eyebrow.

Good work Lucy, just like that, small and simple words, good girl. You're doing great.

"I mean, um," She tried again, licking her pink lips, "I was just taking a selfie and...the uh...I forgot to turn off the flash. You know how that can be."

"Right, right." He nodded, "A selfie?"

"Yeah." She said softly, averting her eyes everywhere but his stupid, adorable face.

"Wow, you look a lot like me then." He noted, his eyes to the table beside her.

Lucy glanced over and saw Levy's phone...still opened up to the picture of him that she took. It was actually a decent picture she took, considering she threw it at me and fucking bolted.

"We could be twins almost."

Lucy closed her eyes and exhaled very deeply, and very slowly. She rested her elbow on the table and held her head by her fist, "Alright, you know what? Yeah, it wasn't a selfie, it was a picture of you, but-"

She stopped herself at the knowing look he suddenly gave her and held up a finger, "But, I didn't do it."

He looked enlightened, "Really? Who did then?"

Lucy opened her mouth again and looked across the table, to the empty chair that was supposed to hold her supposedly best friend. She glanced up and saw Levy peeking out from the bathroom door, but quickly recede upon her look.

Nothing. She had nothing. Nothing left to say, no excuses, and not enough heart or gut to even speak again at all.

"A ghost?" She heard him speak up again, his voice thick in amusement.

Lucy let out a weary sigh, burying her face in her hands. He didn't say anything else for a while, yet she still refused to even look at him again. The one guy. The one guy that could have been him, and this is how they met.

"You know I heard that this place is haunted. Something about a mass murder shooting back in the 80's and weird stuff happening since."

She dragged her hand away from her face, looking up to him with large, mortified eyes. He rocked back and forth on his heels, giving her a sympathetic grin. A crooked one.

"You mind telling your ghost friend that if they wanted to come talk to me, they're free too? I'm actually pretty cool to talk too." He said, his smile widening.

Lucy felt her mouth open up again.

"I live in the West wing, room 412. Tell 'em to stop by when they get a chance."

He gave her a tilt of his head and a nod, before turning on his heel to head towards the door.

"Uh," Lucy began, trying to swallow her fear and get the lump out of her throat.

He stopped and looked back to her, his dark eyes gleaming in the light.

"Who should I say gave the message?" She asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

He scrunched up his nose and shrugged, leaning up against the door, before he opened it and left.

"Tell her to come find out."

Lucy fell back against her seat with a smirk on her lips and a shake of her head. She heard the all familiar sound of chair legs against the tile flooring.

"Wow! That went great!" Levy cheered, clapping her hands.

Lucy gazed back to her friend, her expression dropping to a murderous aura.

"I'm going to kill you."

That was the last thing said, before said table and chairs were knocked over and a restraining order was placed on them both.

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