Things you said when you thought I was asleep
"Lucy?" Natsu called, storming into the girl's bedroom.
"I know you're in-" Noticing the Lucy sized lump under the sheets he paused. Listening he heard her even breathing. She was asleep.
Dammit.
He thought to himself, he'd missed his chance to ask if he could read her stuff.
He peered around the room, unsure of what to do next. Levy had told him about Lucy's new book, she claimed that this was the best of Lucy's writing. Considering he'd never read any of her writing, this intrigued Natsu. He wanted nothing more than to support his friends passions, but he couldn't do that if she never gave him a chance to read it. He paced quietly across the room, taking a seat at her cluttered desk. It was overflowing with papers, he eyed them lazily, half reading the neat writing scrawled along the tops, until his eyes landed on a large pack of parchment.
Dragon's Egg
The title read. He picked up the packet quizzically. Could this be? The writing Levy had told him about? Eyes wide he flipped the first page and began to read.
Lucy stared at the wall, palms sweating, heart racing. Natsu was reading her story. When she'd first woken up to his muttering and hushed gasps, Lucy could've sworn she was being robbed, but after identifying the source to be Natsu, and hearing him cry; "Not the time, you blasted egg!" she was convinced he was reading her story. Frozen in place, she hadn't dared move to signal him of her awakening. She listened shyly as he chuckled, and cried in outrage at the various plot twists and After significantly long stretch of silence, Lucy began to panic. Natsu hadn't made any audible commentary on the story for a while now, was he bored? She debated turning to look at him but then she heard it. Lucy sucked in a sharp breath, could that really be what she had heard. She listened harder, concentrating. There it was again, a small sniffle. Natsu was crying?! It couldn't be! He wasn't one to be so easily moved. Could her writing really have moved him so deeply? His chair creaked as he stood up. He'd caught her, Lucy stiffened, bracing herself. His quiet footsteps growing closer. She felt the mattress bounce, was he sitting on the bed? "Luce…"
He started softly, sniffling once more.
"You're the best damned writer out there! And if anyone says otherwise they can fight me!"
Lucy's face flushed a dark crimson. She was touched beyond words, and as she heard him quietly retreat from the room, she couldn't help but smile.
A/N: I don't even know anymore, someone needs to stop me from writing.