Christmas waves a magic wand over this world and behold, everything is softer a more beautiful.
The annoying, blaring sound of my alarm clock wakes me up out of my fitful sleep as I stare at the red, almost piercing numbers that read 7:25 a.m. I groan as motivation to move out of my shitty bed is at 0% and still currently flat lining. I can feel it. Today will not be my day and I can feel it just as much as I can feel the emptiness of the spot next to me, the reminder jogging my memory of who I'm supposed to be meeting. I get up with a groan from my bed, and stretch with a crack from my bones with the springs of my bed wheezing as they expanded from my earlier weight.
Later today I'm supposed to go to my parent's cabin with my boyfriend, my older brother, and my younger sister for Christmas for a full week. All hell is going to rain down. I know it. It always sucks this time of year to the black sheep of the family which is why you'll barely see me at family events. I already have everything packed even all those ugly as fuck dresses my dad thinks looks good for a 'respectable lady'. I snorted at that one. If he really gave a damn on how 'respectable' I am then maybe I wouldn't be living in this rundown apartment. But hey, he didn't leave me with much of a choice. It was either this or the mansion, and believe me the latter is worse than it sounds.
I run a hand through my messed up hair as I shuffle to the bathroom, trying to plan ahead on my day. My boyfriend, whom I've only been dating for 6 months is my saving grace in this whole situation. Dad set me up with him in hopes I would be interested in son of the President of a law firm. And he, himself, just so happens to have a seat in the board as Vice President. Surprise, surprise.
My phone starts ringing and I moan out loud when I see the caller ID. Mom. Goddammit. Don't get me wrong I love my for god-sainted-mother it's just the memory of her and our last conversation-aka her my dad's sex life- has literally left a mental scar in my mind. After 15 minutes of endless nagging and non-subtle jabs from my dad to wear that hideous pink dress, I was able to hang up on them and finish getting ready for work. Only to realize that I was already 5 minutes late. Fuck.
I rush to my refrigerator to grab my left over Chinese takeout and try to heat it up using the stove, only for it to not only not turn on, but the attempt in general to blow our all the lights in my flat. Go figure, I forgot to pay my gas bill but at least I don't have to worry about turning the lights out when I leave.
I leave my apartment complex, with my keys in hand and start my shitty bright yellow Pontiac Aztec. I'm not even complaining now, the only thing this car is good for, is for sale. Ha! First time I laughed today! Baby steps Lucy, baby.
I walked through the back door of my job at the café, Fairy Tail. Don't even ask about the name. Apparently the original owner had a thing for fairies or something because she stopped growing or whatever. According to the manger at least. All I know is the pay is decent, and my co workers are nice.
And the name doesn't deter customers from coming if the bustling room of people is anything is to go by. I sigh, grab my workers apron and get to work. Not much later, Dan walked in the room. Now, Dan wasn't unattractive in any way, he just had a wandering eye. It always made me feel a bit insecure.
He catches my eye and motions me to walk over to him. "What's wrong?" I ask curiously "Can we talk privately?" Dan asks as he avoids my eyes. I look at him weirdly, "Is there something wrong, Dan?" I ask with growing suspension making an edge to my voice. Dan takes a shaky breath, "I can't go with you." "What do you mean?" I ask with a confused look on my face. Dan closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance, "I mean I can't go with you to your parent's cabin." You've got to be fucking kidding me. "Why?" I say monotonously "Because have better things to do than to go with you to your stupid little cabin with your stupid little family." I reel back in shock like he just slapped me. He might as well of because damn that stung. Talk about total mood change.
I swear I just felt the weight just add to my shoulders of worry. No for his mental state no- could give less of a damn about the asshole- but instead mine. The man had the audacity to look at me in sympathy and try to say something comforting, "I mean you've had to seen this coming. Me and you didn't even have sex yet." Yeah, comforting. I hope you fuck a cactus Dan. "You know what, Dan? I don't give a single fuck with all the utter bullshit that is coming out of your mouth. Get the hell out of here and away from me. You weren't even worth a single moment of my time asshole. See you in hell." With that I flicked him off with my middle finger and practically kicked his ass out the door. I turned around and I saw the whole café staring at me. Oh, fuck was I screaming? Fuck my life.
My friend Levy slowly walked up to me like was going to attack. That's right be afraid. Be very afraid "You okay there Lucy? You're kind of frothing at the mouth there." I stare blankly at her. "Yeah." "Can I get you a water or something?" "Nah." Levy breaks into a cold sweat. Now she sees it. The serial killer behavior starting to form out of desperation.
Suddenly a man walks in. Pink hair, olive green eyes, tan skin, nice build, approximately 5'10 and wearing a simple white shirt and brown leather jacket. Oh and a fine ass. Fucking perfect. I have a plan forming in my head and I'm not sure my mother would approve. Or the law.
He looks around the room in confusion and notices everybody's attention is on me and we make eye contact. He literally takes my breath away and made me wish that I was so stunning in return. I faintly see a hand running back and forth in front of my eyes in a daze until I was brought back to reality. I look at Levy's disapproving face, "Seriously Lucy? You just broke up with your last boyfriend and you're already checking out another guy?" I shrug. "You gotta admit, he's hot." "Fucking sizzling, but that still doesn't mean it's a good idea." "Levy please, hot men make everything a good idea." She looks at me exasperated, "Isn't that how you got into this situation in the first place!?" Levy all but mentions, but her words were for nay. I was too far gone.
I walk over to his table to take his order all in the while, hearing the ending tid bits of his conversation on his phone.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Of course I am you stupid stripper!"
"Watch it you little flame retard. Good luck."
"Thanks, bye."
Strippers? What kind of relationship does this man have with strippers? The sound of someone clearing their thought makes me snap back. The hansom man is looking at me strangely and I flush a bit and plaster on a fake smile. "Can I take your order?" He grins at me and says, "No I'm just waiting for my fiancée."
Seven simple words. Seven simple words that painfully reminds me of my hopeless situation. Why the hell are the good ones taken?
No I'm waiting for my fiancée.
No I'm waiting for my fiancée?
Seems like those words are branded into my memory as well, and won't be coming out anytime soon. I repeat in a sickly sweet voice, "Your fiancée?" He nods his head, "Her name is Lisanna Strauss. She has short white hair and blue eyes. She said we would meet here at 11:30. Can you tell me when you see her?"
I could care less about the description he gave me though as a devious plan was forming in my head, "You know, I think I saw someone fitting that description outside. Follow me." I led him outside, silently grabbing the frying pan on the sill of the kitchen.
"So," I heard him say "Where is she?"
Unfortunately he never got a chance a to turn around because I already hit him on the head with the frying pan.
The things you do when you're desperate .
I re-read my first chapter and it was extremely short and crappy it's still kind of crappy, but it's better than before. Yeah so for taking so long on my fourth chapter I gave you guys a treat by fixing up the first chapter. I'll make the second chapter longer maybe later in the week and post chapter five but only if I get a couple of reviews.;)
Before anyone asks Lisanna will never be the evil bitchy character. Sorry for people who wanted that, but I love Lisanna and she's just as sweet as Lucy or Levy. She doesn't deserve to be dissed.
So anyone who read the third chapter already I was just being over dramatic. No worries Lisanna lovers this is a safe haven ;)
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NeonTiger101
Guys what has it been a year? I can't believe I've let it wait this long and on my first day back I… edit a old chapter. No not publish new chapter, edit. And honestly it needed it. I think I could have done a better job, but I wish I didn't cut too close to Christmas to start. I've had a whole year to improve my writing so lets see where's this gets us.
From the new and improved NeonTiger101,
~Mrs. Sarcasm