Levy thought there was never, ever a book she disliked. Even if they were boring, a little weird for her liking, or in some headache-giving language, they were fun. Sometimes thinking about their characters and trying to understand them was even better than in usual stories.

So, she was completely and utterly shocked that THIS book was so bad she couldn't actually read it. It was confusing, cheap, Mary-sue and sparkly.

"Oi, bookworm." And to make it even worse, Gajeel came. Script mage didn't really talked to him that much, concentrating on her friends- Lucy, Jet and Droy, and Mira. She rarely started conversation with him. Chances small, he started with her, and it was mostly teasing. He seemed to like so much to make her angry.

Levy looked up at him from the terrible book with a pout. "What do you want?" The dragonslayer looked surprised for a split second, but shrugged it off.

"Wanted to ask a question."

"About what?"

"That book."

"What? Why?" She asked, confused. Gajeel rolled his eyes.

"I wanted to ask what kind of an idiot calls a story 'Twilight', that's all. Don't even think I got interested in the contents, or something. That book seems like some girly shit."

Levy suddenly laughed. It was a cold, cruel laugh that made him shiver. Now he couldn't do anything to hide his emotions – It was like she wrote a huge 'surprise' across his face.

From the look that Salamander on the other side of the guild gave him, he would have to deal with it later…

But who the fuck cared anyway.

Gajeel turned back to the short script mage when she finished her laughing.

"That's great, because it's the worst, Worst, WORST book I have ever read in my whole lifetime. It was written by a crazy and uncreative woman, and even if you don't care, It's about freaking SPARKLING WAMPIRES." Assuming she couldn't take it anymore, she grabbed the book by the edge and ran to the library like it burned, intent on putting it back where it belonged, and never, never opening it again.

Was the road to the library always that short?

She didn't knew he was watching her with wide eyes, a grin slowly spreading across his face. It was first time he saw her so angry because of a book, not because of him, or other guildmembers.

And assuming how pretty she looked when she was angry… The iron dragon decided to go after her. Maybe he'll say how shitty vampires are and how, for god's sake, is name 'Twilight' for a book so pathetic.

And maybe they'll ramble about this stupid writer. Finally a subject for a proper talk.

Okay, this is a story that popped up in my head yesterday, and i decided to write it here for your enjoyment. Sorry if it's crappy, but i tired, and you've gotta know i'm below fourteen and English isn't my first language xD;;;;

I'd like your opinion about this story

~HeartGold12

R&R