The Duet
-Never Shout Never
StingxLucy
I know that you think of me sometimes
'Cuz all I do is think of you at night
Sting rolled over on his bed, accidentally a little too far. He hit the floor hard, but it took him a few seconds to realize what had even happened. Last night, like many nights before, he'd been up all night thinking of the girl next door to him. It was exhausting. Lucy Heartfilia, they'd spoked a few times and each time his interest in her only grew.
Of course, he planned to ask her out eventually. Sting Eucliffe never had trouble with girls before, and even though she was different he would get around to it, sometime. He had constantly told Rogue, who had been currently run off to the library only leaving a note he'd found on the nightstand, "he was just waiting for the right time", then he'd ask "when was the right time" and he'd only be able to say "when I say it is". For short, their conversations about her never went well.
I know it may take a little time
For you to see you are the love of my life
Though he was 100% sure she was head over heels for him, Sting had always told himself to wait a little while. Make sure she actually was, just to confirm what he already knew, of course. If in the case, which was clearly impossible, she wasn't, it would only take a while for her to see it, though what he feared was having to do something himself for that to happen.
And I just sing
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
He walked into the living room, not in the mood to eat, and turned on his music, forgetting to plug in headphones or keep the music down in anyway. In truth, he wasn't playing much attention to the songs themselves, just trying to get his mind off her for a while. It wasn't working well, as Sting constantly found his mind wandering back to her.
While doing so, he'd lightly hum or quietly sing along to the loud music, often getting the lyrics wrong or mumbling utter nonsense as he hardly even cared. It was out of habit, as his music wasn't often this loud and he was used to being yelled at by Rogue to keep the noise down, he was always trying to read.
And I just sing
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
After about a half hour, he began to finally get a bit hungry. Pulling himself off of the couch, he got up to make cereal. A bowl, milk, and lucky charms. His music was still loud enough to hear from where he stood, so he sang the words under his breath as he poured the music. Unfortunately, he got carried away while pouring the milk and spilled it everywhere. Sting grabbed some towels and began wiping down the counter when he heard a knock on the door.
You walked up to my porch and you said hi
I looked into those beautiful brown eyes
All you said was "can we go inside?"
And I said "yes"
And so we did
He tossed the napkins into the trash can and walked over to the door. Sting opened it, expected it to be Rogue he almost walked away right after if not for glancing a glimpse of blonde hair right before he did.
Lucy Heartfilia? He thought to himself as she stood there, smiling at him. What was the girl of his dreams-Lucy-doing at his house? Was she lost? She didn't seem to be, her smile seemed perfectly content, but he hardly noticed. Sting couldn't stopped staring into her brown eyes, as they lit up with delight.
"Can we go inside?" She asked simply. It come him back for a moment. Now she was asking to go inside? She had to be lost, or confused. He should probably direct her to a hospital or something. These thoughts raced through his head until it finally clicked. He was Sting Fucking Eucliffe, and she was here to see him, not a map to the nearest hospital.
"Yes. I mean, uh, sure, if you want." He started good, but mumbled and awkwardly finished at the end. It was incredibly unlike him, and he was bit ashamed for it. No matter what he said, he figured it was always going to come out like that.
And we just sing
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
And we just sing
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do
He walked over and sat on the couch and she sat on the single person couch next to him. Almost as soon as they did, the last song ended and his favorite one began to play. At first, he was a little quiet while he whispered the words along to it, but she spoke up.
"I love this song!" She exclaimed and he stared at her in disbelief. For some reason, he hadn't expected the blonde to like his favorite kind of music. She began to sing along, perfectly might he add, and eventually he joined in, their voices raised louder than earlier.
"Definitely one of my favorites." She sighed.
"Oh hey, want a drink?" He asked suddenly, and she shrugged.
"Sure, why not." That "sure, why not" change a drink or so later. As the songs went on, and the drinks continued, they're singing-along-to-the-lyrics-correctly skills fading and eventually they were random parts to different songs and pretending it was right. She was lying across the top part of the couch, if had never been intended for sitting on, and he was upside down.
In reality, they weren't even that drunk and they were just using it as an excuse to have a little fun, but neither of them would say that. If the thought ever occurred to them, they'd just laugh and continue trying to sing to the songs.
Not to either of their likings, an hour or two later the door opened and a terrified, and slightly angered, Rogue burst through the door. It was a rare sight, as he usually never lose control of his emotions, but Sting could clearly see the blaze in his eye as he glared at the two of them.
"Who is she and why is she here? Why are you two shouting like dying kittens? I could hear you half way down on the block." He asked quickly. Both of them shrugged, silenced by his furiated friend, who after their reaction, hit the back of his head against the wall, marched down to his room and locked the door.
"I think we made him mad." Lucy giggled out and Sting sat up, and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
"A ever hard thing to do." He added, agreeing with her statement. She slid off the couch, almost landing on the floor as he had earlier while climbing out of bed. Luckily, she managed to balance herself out and stand up, uninjured, and awkwardly smile at Sting.
"I'd better go now, Levy will be worried if i'm not back soon. But, i'd like to go this again sometime. Well, I mean, not this exactly but, something like this except not…" She trailed off, not really knowing what to do or say in that instant. She blushed lightly at her terrible wording but he just smirked.
"It's a date." He announced with an arrogant smirk.
Now we're in love
This was my first songfic, to the song of The Duet by Never Shout Never. I really hope you enjoyed and please feel free to express your opinions. I hope to do more of these and of course, they're up for suggestions. If there is a song you might want, or a ship you'd like to see, you're welcomed to mention it and i'll look into it, and if I like it or I get an idea for it, I won't hesitate to write it! Check out my profile for more and remember to meow.
-Raindrop
