I guess I owe an explanation. I am not happy with the manga right now, and I have lost all motivation to work on my stories (Sorry, Little Drop of Poison fans. I will get back to it as soon as possible). I figure that I should never force myself to write, it feels like I am cheating and I don't want you guys to suffer inadvertantly for it.

For some reason, I love writing from Natsu's point of view. Also, I read this true story online (I think on Cosmo) a while ago and decided I would alter it and make it a sweet little NaLu.

Pepperoni

Rated: K

"Natsu, we have another request for you," Cana calls from the side room. Cana is in charge of the online orders.

I walk in and pick up the piece of paper that she points to with a sly grin.

"Lucy ordered two medium pepperoni pizzas," Cana chuckles. She continued, "asking for cutest pizza boy to tell her that she is pretty."

I return her chuckle, knowing that she is just teasing me.

It isn't uncommon for requests like the one from Lucy to fall into my lap. This pizza shop opened up about three months ago and gained a reputation for going to great lengths to fulfill whatever people ask for in the specifications. Some of the other deliveryboys and I even took acting lessons and Reedus took drawing lessons.

I look down at the page, sure enough "Have your cutest pizza delivery boy tell me I am pretty" typed clearly in the Comments box.

The back door rang indicating someone came in for their shift. Cana called, "Gray, you have another one from Juvia!"

I hear a bang in the back, probably him running into the wall out of surprise, "For the last time, I will not present the pizza sexually to anyone, let alone that woman! I was not trained for that!"

Gray was still resisting the system.

Though I guess it didn't help that the girl essentially stalked him at school would always ask for him.

I chat with the other two delivery boys, Loke and Reedus while the order is being made. Quite a few people have come in to pick up pizzas on their way home from work or school.

"Lucy's order right here," Mira said and slid two boxes across the metal tray between the kitchen and the front.

"Thanks Mira, Lisanna," I grabbed them and put them in a hot bag. "Be back in a bit."

I pulled up to the large apartment complex about a mile from the college campus. This area is where a lot of students live because of the cheap location and is close to their classes. I find the building that I need to deliver to and get out of my car.

I spot a neon pink balloon tied to the bottom of the stairs.

Great, it's a birthday or bachelorette party.

Loke would have loved this, he was always the one that relished in the chance to charm ladies, even as a pizza boy.

I liked going to the normal houses, the ones where the mom would be holding back a dog or a toddler from running out the door. I liked the ones where I would deliver to the dorm rooms where people would just be sitting around in their lazy clothes watching TV or playing video games. Those were my favorites.

Parties were my least favorite, it would always take so much time to get the attention of the people on the inside. When I did get their attention, I was always meticulously flirted with or buttered in attempts to let them get out of a tip. And that was when the customer was even sober enough to form words.

I don't like delivering to parties.

I trudge up the stairs, contemplating the different ways of turning down the girls and getting back to the shop as quickly as possible.

I got to the fifth floor (I will never be out of shape with this job) and found the door with another neon pink balloon tied to the railing beside it.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the next few minutes.

Knock, knock.

I expected that I would knock on the door and be met with a house full of buzzed females that wanted nothing more than to flirt with me.

I did not expect the door to open timidly.

I didn't hear the squeal from inside the apartment that I expected.

I catch her large brown-eyed gaze, it looks like she just put contacts in or something, they were really red.

"Hiya, Luce. You are very pretty," I said with the most full-hearted smile I could.

I still didn't hear the symphony of girly noises that normally came after that.

"Ordering the pizzas ahead of time for your party?" I ask, pulling the pizzas out of the hot bag and handing them to her.

She blinked a few times before looking towards the pizzas in her hands.

"It was supposed to start three hours ago." She mumbled towards the boxes. She set the boxes down on the table next to the door and grabbed the money next to them, "It is my birthday and none of my friends showed up to my party."

How could anyone ditch this beautiful, sweet girl?

Before I could even think, my mouth started moving. "Sorry I was late, I needed to pick up some food, I hope you don't mind."

The smile she gave me while she opened the door more made me forget that I we were strangers. Helping her eat some pizza made me forget that I was supposed to go back to work. Talking to her for hours made me forget that she was in tears when I got there. The friendship sprouted with her after makes me remember that being nice to someone in their moment of need will never be something I will regret.

That and I am no longer allowed to deliver pizzas.