A/N: I've been stumped with what to write for my other NaLu story, A Promise To Keep, currently as I've had a horrible case of writer's block and I started this to try to get ideas to flow again. This chapter isn't that long. Some may be long, some may not. I'm drawing on my past for this story a bit, so I apologize to anyone if this seems like something they've read before or if anyone thinks I'm copying someone else's idea. I may post another chapter or two by the end of the week as I'm on break, but I won't promise anything. And I apologize if the characters seem a little ooc; it is an alternate universe after all. I hope you enjoy!

I am not Mashima Hiro, therfore I do not own FT. I wish I did though.

Chapter 1

She stood in front of him, a few inches shorter, looking nervously at the ground. "I….."

"What is it?"

"I think…. I…. I love you." She glanced up at him quickly, before staring back at the ground.

"Heh…" She heard his hand rustle his hair, through the silence as he looked at her. "I… I like you, too..."

Her stomach fluttered for a moment, before her heart slowly sank, killing off the butterflies. "But as a friend," she finished his sentence. "And you're with Lisanna." She turned quickly, not able to look at him in the face. Her pace quickened before she began to run, leaving him behind her.

"Wait! Lucy!"

She woke with a sudden jolt of energy through her whole body. Opening her eyes, she realized her head lay on the notebook in the middle of her desk, her pen still in her hand. She pulled herself up looking down at the open page. She sighed softly before sitting the pen down and closing the notebook.

Rubbing her eyes, she stood up and walked away from her desk. Loke would most likely be asleep by now as she wandered down the hall to the bedroom. The two had been living together for a year and a half and dating since their second year at university.

He lay sprawled across the bed, taking up half of her side along with his as she slowly opened the bedroom door. His golden brown hair shone in the moonlight streaming in through the open window. A white sheet lay across his back, covering up to his shoulder blades.

Lucy quietly moved into the room, changed into a tank top and shorts, then climbed into bed next to him. His arm felt warm against her cool skin. She covered herself up with the sheet, pulling a blanket up from the foot of the bed also before closing her eyes.

Her mind wandered through her day from the meeting with her editor to the dinner Loke had prepared for her, before resting on him, the boy she had been attempting to forget since high school. His unnaturally pink hair, along with his giant smile, ran on display behind her eyelids. She turned onto her right side, grabbing ahold of Loke's arm, attempting to send the image away.

Loke groaned slightly at her pull. He turned his head to face hers. "You okay?" He asked, opening his eyes, full of concern.

It's only him again. She nodded. "You didn't wake me…"

"You looked peaceful sleeping on your novel, as if you were dreaming about it." He turned over onto his side to face her, propping his head up in his left hand. I know it's him.

She looked up at him. "Maybe I wanted to be woken up." He's in my dreams again, and won't leave, she wanted to add, but that would only rile Loke up more. He had been a present factor in her life during their high school years and had been there for her when she had been indirectly rejected.

"Oh," he responded. He moved his right arm out of her grasp and caressed her side. I'm sorry. "Well, I'm awake now."

Now make me forget him completely. She moved her head next to his and kissed him as if in response, pulling him in towards her. His right hand moves deftly up towards her face, holding it for a moment to deepen their kiss. They both pulled back briefly for a moment, before continuing.

She moved her left hand up his arm, across his back, finally resting on his hip. His free hand moved behind her head, pressing her lips and his together. He pulled back for a moment to re-position his body directly over hers. She wiggled a little bit to position herself so she would be a bit more comfortable, her mind unraveling and only on one thing, Loke.

He lay in bed alone. The back of his head rested on his arms as his mind drifted towards her. Lately, she had been on his mind and he couldn't figure out why. He moved on, he had thought originally, but every single time her blonde hair and big brown eyes popped into his head, he began to doubt himself.

"Maybe…" Her warm smile filled his mind as he sighed.

"Maybe, what?" He looked towards the door to the master suite where his platinum blonde beauty stood, wearing her bathrobe. Her blue eyes looked on at him with curiosity. "You're going to tell me what you're thinking right?"

All thoughts of his childhood friend drifted away as Lisanna moved closer towards him, shedding the bathrobe to reveal a blue and white silk nightgown. "Maybe we won't be going to sleep as soon as we thought." He reached towards her, pulling her in. He kissed her, while her hands ruffled his pink hair.

She smiled. "How'd I know you'd say that?"