A/N: It's past my freaking bedtime but do I care? I do, actually, I don't like disobeying, but hey, my mom's out of town and I'm with my relatives in a room where no one comes in to check on me—I'm gonna abuse that fact and stay up until dawn. [Edit: I did stay up until dawn]
Another GrayLu AU, and once again, character OOC-ness level exceeds 9000! By the way, I hope you don't mind, but I used Juvia as Gray's older sister again. But to Gruvia fans who might be reading this (why would you read this, in fact?) you may like that Juvia's name here is Juvia Fullbuster—just so you know. I wrote this piece of crap because I felt like pairing Gray and Lucy together—like, meh. But, but, even though most people feel that the real pairings should be NaLu and Gruvia, don't you think that Gray and Lucy won't mind too much if someone were to pair them together? Right? Right?
I'm not used to staying up past midnight so excuse me if the storyline's jagged. Is it? I never re-read it. I'm just trying to stay up long enough to type an author's note—and there will be another one at the end of this absurdly long oneshot. Well, all this typing is just making me sleepier… I should just shut up and let you read the story I wasted a night's good sleep on.
Summary: What happens if you're a model who falls in love with a delinquent? Do you reform them or yourself? In this case, you might not be able to choose.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. However, it is debatable whether I ever will. For now, I own this story. Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.
"Right, just lean across the wall right—over—there—perfect, now hold that pose and just tilt your head slightly to the left—no, to the right—perfect! Now don't move, keep totally still!"
A blinding flash that carried all around the studio signaled the conclusion of the photoshoot. The model that was currently being photographed leaned away from the wall he was resting on and shook his head, raven locks bouncing as he did so. He ran his fingers through them, brushing his hair away from his eyes. Gray Fullbuster sighed—looking absolutely damn good as he did so.
"Oi, Director-san, are we finished up here?" called Gray. "My sister's picking me up, and she hates me being late."
The director—and everyone who had heard—perked up. "Your sister?" said the director incredulously. "You mean—Juvia Fullbuster? The Juvia Fullbuster?"
A vein pulsed in Gray's temple and he got highly irritated with the reaction of the crew. It served to remind him that his sister was famous, more famous than he is and more famous than he might ever be. Honestly, though! It wasn't his fault he wasn't there with her when she got scouted by one of the country's top modeling agencies! It wasn't his fault he wasn't simply at the right place at that time! However, the circumstances were quite enough to irk him and remind him quite painfully that again, his sister was currently—yes, currently—more well-known than he was. Gray always swore that someday, he'd knock Juvia off the top and claim the spot for his own.
"Yes, the Juvia Fullbuster. My sister," deadpanned Gray in an effort to save face but his crew was no longer listening to him. Instead, they were excitedly conversing among themselves and wondering whether the great Juvia Fullbuster would be willing to take a few shots for their upcoming magazine.
"Well, since I'm obviously not wanted here…" remarked Gray scathingly. "I'm leaving." He grabbed his bag and stalked out of the door, leaving the people behind. It took a few moments for them to realize he was gone; and when they did they called it a day and began to pack up. Gray stood outside the room, listening. He had irritably noted that it took considerable time for them to notice he was gone—whereas if it had been Juvia they would have known at once and would have probably tried to stop her from going.
Shaking his head, he walked through the studio's fairly expansive hallways until he was at the exit. His hand rested on the door's handle, and he allowed himself a moment to acknowledge that it was wrong to hate his sister then pushed the door open.
Juvia was right outside. Looking positively beautiful, she was leaning against a wall and checking her phone, not noticing him yet. Gray's eyes narrowed and he thought that it was quite odd his sister was in a public place without paparazzi swarming around her. He was proven wrong by a quick scan around the area, noticing a camera crew twenty yards away.
He sighed briefly, then walked over to her. She seemed to be wrapping up whatever digital conversation she was having, and just as Gray was right next to her, she looked up.
It wasn't like Gray didn't see why she was popular—her facial features were flawless, and her body proportions were perfect; Gray couldn't name her three sizes, and he probably wouldn't have been able to tell if they were good proportions or bad, but he agreed that his sister had one of the best bodies he had seen. This was not a case of incest—he was merely stating the truth that everyone agreed upon. Her blue eyes matched the color of her hair perfectly, and there was a perpetual blush on her white cheeks—whether someone had applied makeup on her or not, it was always there. She was tall, maybe a couple inches shorter than Gray, but taller than an average girl. Juvia's movements were graceful, and she took excellent photos with ease; as if it was a daily thing you did, like eating or sleeping or breathing.
Gray couldn't have been more pissed off.
Juvia saw him and put her phone away. "Gray-chan," she smiled. She looked at him with genuine affection and held out her arms, signaling for him to allow her to hug him.
This was one of the reasons Gray felt bad about hating his sister. She didn't hate him. Quite the opposite in fact. It kept reminding him that his sister was a wonderful person and that her good fortune was not really her fault and that it made it all the worse for him to bear dislike for her. But it was so hard not to keep seeing the fact that he was a somewhat nationally-known model, while she was on international levels and doing advertisements for Victoria's Secret.
Sighing, he reluctantly allowed himself to be squeezed and gave a half-hearted smile to his loving neesan. He was glad, however, that she was home and that she took the time to pick him up. Juvia smiled, took his hand in hers, and led him away to the parking lot. Gray was uncomfortably aware of the camera crew he had previously spotted but was slightly comforted by the fact that anyone who knew Juvia Fullbuster also knew that she had a younger brother named Gray who was also a model, and not a new unknown lover caught on tape with her in the parking lot of a suspicious studio.
They stopped in front of Juvia's Ferrari. This, surprisingly, did not make Gray resent her more—on the contrary, having a sister with a cool car was like having the car and not having to learn how to drive. He was different that way from other guys; he wanted the car but didn't want to drive it.
"Gray-chan, where are you going to study when you're in college?" asked Juvia lightly, once they were in the car and driving away at a nice speed. Gray fiddled absently with the car door lock and gave an indifferent, "Mm." His sister pouted and asked for a serious answer. "Father already decided on Tenroujima Academy. He's sent the forms and applications and everything already. He told me he's just waiting for the formal affirmation but says I'm already pretty much enrolled there."
"Honestly, you're letting Father decide? Don't you have any school you'd prefer?" remarked Juvia, stepping on the brake in front of a red stoplight. Gray twisted his seatbelt and replied, "Well, since what I want to do is modeling, me going to college is just somewhat of a formality, don't you think? Oh, by the way, the term starts next week—will you be there?" he added.
Juvia looked disapproving but held her tongue about his reasoning. She stepped on the gas pedal once the light was green again and she rounded a corner. "Well, I don't know about your philosophy, but yes, I'll be here when you start college—by the way, aren't they being awfully informal? The term starts in a week, but you still don't formally know whether you're enrolled or not.
He merely shrugged at this, and Juvia slowed to another stop in front of another stoplight. Conveniently, her phone chose to ring at that moment, and Gray listened in casually to the bits of conversation he could hear. "Hm? Oh…now? Well, it's lucky that we're still driving right now…Alright, then. Bye."
She closed her phone and resumed driving once the stoplight was green. Gray closed his eyes and asked unconcernedly who the caller was. Juvia didn't reply, which was highly uncharacteristic of her but he let it slide. He was starting to doze off, when he suddenly realized his sister hadn't taken the turn that would lead into the street where their house was. He turned in his seat and watched the corner fade away.
"Hey, neesan, you didn't take that turn back there," he said to her, pointing at the now-gone turn. Juvia stepped on the gas pedal and sped up a bit before she answered him. "Oh, well, that's because we're not going home yet. Well, I'm not going home yet. Father called and told me that I was to bring you to your new dormitory."
Gray turned around so quickly his neck cricked. Rubbing the sore spot he looked at his sister incredulously. "What? Seriously? You mean, like, right now?" he asked. Juvia nodded slightly. "Um, but what about my things and stuff? Who's going to bring them?" asked Gray, desperately looking for something he could talk about until the situation made sense. "Your trunk and everything are already at your dorm room," said his sister soothingly. "Father told me that he already had Lyon bring them over." Lyon. At the mention of the hated name he flinched and remembered the horrible times when his sister brought her boyfriend over. You'd think being a world-class actor would make someone pretty nice, but no, Lyon wasn't at all—alright, fine, he was fairly sunny, and he was a really cool person. But ever since Lyon had spilled his drink into Gray's aquarium—Gray really did love his pet fish—accidentally, he'd said, but Gray had hated him since—and he'd only been thirteen at the time.
Now he was nineteen and the grudge had held, and so had Juvia and Lyon's relationship, much to Gray's chagrin, who truly wanted to be shot of the guy.
Going back to the current situation, Juvia pulled into another parking lot, this time the one overlooked by the ginormous Tenroujima Academy—where Gray would be studying starting next week. He was still spluttering about it when he and Juvia got out of the car.
"But why do I have to stay at the dormitories this early? I didn't even know this school had a dorm!" Gray complained, almost whining. Juvia looked at him, amused, but mostly concerned about how badly her brother was taking to the news.
"Well, from what I know about this academy, you're already moving in quite late—most students here settle in their dormitories about two weeks or so before term starts."
"But why?"
She ruffled his hair and asked directions from the nearest guard, who surprisingly did not realize he was talking to an internationally-known model. Once the finished talking, Juvia took the still-sulking Gray along with her and walked in the direction of the dormitories. She stopped in front of a large, blue building, which was right across a similar structure which, however, was red. "Well, Gray, this is your new home," Juvia joked, but Gray was hardly in the mood to laugh. He still thought the whole thing terribly unfair and had a completely ridiculous suspicion that this whole thing was just a scheme devised by his father to get him out of the house.
"Come on Gray, are you going to go there or am I going to have to accompany you all the way to your room just because you're acting like a big baby?" chided Juvia. Gray said a half-hearted, "Okay," and Juvia just felt sorry for him. She hugged him and cradled his head, said that she'd drop by soon, and walked away to her car, Gray looking after her. Then he turned to the blue building he would be calling home for some time. Father said your room was Room 503, Juvia had said. He walked in feeling rather sorry for himself.
The building had five floors. Room 503, as he had correctly guessed, was the third room in a line of about thirty on the fifth floor. He shuffled unenthusiastically into the room.
His first thought was that the room wasn't half-bad—instead of double bunkers he'd been expecting, there were four separate double beds in the room. They were quite spacious, and in the middle of the room was a space that was sort of like a living room. Two couches were placed together in front of a TV. The large windows let in a lot of light, and altogether the room really wasn't bad.
His next thought came when he saw his three new roommates. One was a wild-looking guy with strangely pink, spiky hair—the second was a rather dashing sort of guy with stylish brown hair—and the other was a kinda all-by-his-self-ish type of dude with black hair and an emo bang covering one eye. The thought that came with the image was, Dear God, I probably will never get any studying done with this lot.
"Um…hi?"
"You're the other guy?" said the pinkette, nodding towards the trunk on the only other bed that seemed undisturbed. "Yeah," replied Gray, shrugging. "Oh, man, we've been waiting for you like, forever," groaned the brunette, although Gray sensed that it was in a friendly way.
The pinkette stood up and grinned, showing pointed teeth. He held out his hand for Gray to shake. "My name is Natsu Dragneel," he said. "Yours?"
"Gray Fullbuster," he grinned, taking Natsu's hand and shaking it.
The two heard an audible intake of breath and saw that the brunette was the source. The other guy was still sitting in a corner, seemingly not knowing what was happening around him.
"Hn? What's the matter?" asked Gray, cocking his head. The brunette pointed a shaking finger at him. "You're…Gray Fullbuster? The Gray Fullbuster?"
Gray had no idea what the hell was going on but it pleased him surprisingly to be referred to the way his sister always was. "Well, yeah, the last time I checked, I am 'the' Gray Fullbuster," he replied, sketching air quotes around the word. "What about it?"
Natsu looked at the brunette questioningly. "Come out with it Loke, what the hell is your problem?"
Loke turned immediately to Natsu. "What is my problem? What is your problem? Don't you realize that that's Gray Fullbuster? The model? Juvia Fullbuster's brother?" Ah. So it was still because of his sister that he was well-known. Well, he silently thanked her anyway, because right now, he was enormously amused at the attention he was getting, whether it was because of his sister or not.
Natsu put his hands behind his head. "Model shmodel. Whatever he is, he's just our roommate." Half of Gray admired Natsu's nonchalance while the other half was annoyed that that was all he was in the other guy's eyes.
Loke turned back to Gray, new respect in his eyes. "I'm Loke. Loke Heartfilia. If you ever need a partner when you're modeling please know that I am always available."
"Glad to know that," said Gray suppressing a smile. He was in serious danger now of laughter, but it seemed rude, especially since he still didn't know who the other guy was.
The other guy had been sitting in one of those office chairs that could spin. For the most part of the conversation he had sat there and stared at the wall like it was some really interesting TV show. Apparently aware that all three guys were now looking at him, he spun around slowly to face them. "I'm Zeref," he whispered, then turned around to face the wall again.
Gray, Natsu and Loke looked at Zeref as he continued to survey seemingly nothing. Finally Gray spoke, and he was grinning. "I have no idea what that was about, but I'm pretty sure it'll be really funny once you explain it to me."
Loke scratched his head. "Yeah, well… Zeref's kinda…special."
Gray smirked. "That much I can tell for myself. But special, how?"
Natsu flopped down onto one of the couches and turned on the TV, flipping in between different channels. "Oh, he can read minds and stuff," he said casually, answering Gray's question.
Gray raised an eyebrow. He turned to Zeref. "I'm thinking of a number between one and seven billion," he said, in a slightly singsong voice. Without turning away from his corner in the wall, Zeref quietly replied, "Two-million-five-hundred-thousand-three-hundred-t wenty-four-point-fifty-five."
Loke and Natsu heard this without even batting an eye, while Gray struggled against letting his jaw drop. He shook his head and reasoned that soon enough, this amazing display of psychic ability would become commonplace with them.
He walked over to his bed and dropped unceremoniously onto it. He opened his trunk beside him and a couple of books fell out. He soon realized that those couple of books were the only books in his trunk. Gray looked them over; one was entitled The Fine Arts, while the other was Talent Deep Within.
"Um, guys?" called Gray, sitting up. "Are these our only books? And they're not even related to math or anything." "Ah, you don't know much about this school, do you?" smirked Loke. "Our school is an arts school—nobody can enter this school unless they have a special talent."
"Oh, really? What's yours?" questioned Gray. He guessed that his own was modeling.
"Photography," said Loke.
"Martial arts," said Natsu.
"…"
Yeah, Gray didn't really need Zeref—or anyone else for that matter—to tell him what the psychic's ability was.
He lay back down on his bed and contemplated the day so far. The pillow was feeling very comfortable, and the bed seemed to be drawing him in… he fell asleep to the thought of piranhas eating Lyon up…
Gray didn't wake up later when Loke shook him, nor when the trio came back from dinner, or when finally, the other three decided to call it a day and turn the lights off.
"…So, basically, if you just stick to this paved path, you won't get lost at all."
It was now Wednesday, the next day. Loke, Natsu, and Zeref, having been here for about a week already, knew the campus pretty well and were showing Gray around. There was a main road that snaked all along the campus—it was paved with red cobblestone and was pretty easy to follow. However, it branched off in other directions, but most of these paths were dirt paths that Loke claimed lead to places no one wanted to go; although Natsu quickly offset this ominous pronouncement by saying they'd been through every road and came back just fine.
They took a break near the cafeteria ("Large enough to contain basically the entire student population of about seven thousand!" Loke had said). Gray treated them to some sandwiches which they ate under the shade of a tree—with Zeref refusing to sit beside them and instead insisting on sitting by himself atop the tree to stare at the branches while he ate.
After finishing his ham and cheese sandwich, Gray allowed himself to doze off contentedly. It was nice to have a fancy school with nice grounds to wander in, without the feeling of being worried about being late for class. Gray almost dreaded the moment that the term would start. Six days left, he thought, idly counting out the number on his two hands.
Loke let out a soft whistle. "What?" said Gray. He looked beside him and saw Natsu was asleep. "What are you whistling at?" asked Gray again.
Loke pointed a finger in the direction in front of him. Gray looked. Some girls were eating their lunch in the shade of another tree, except they had a picnic blanket.
From the bright light of the sun, Gray could just barely make out the figures. There were six girls. One had long, red hair—not the typical red, but real, honest-to-goodness red. Two had hair so pale blond it looked white—wait, their hair was white, weird—and one had short hair while the other had long. Another two had blue hair, but one had short, lighter blue hair held back by a headband, and the other had longer, darker hair. The one with longer hair seemed small—too small for a college student—she looked like she was in elementary. Oh, right, remembered Gray. This school goes through elementary up to college.
The last one…here, he looked at her more closely, finally interested.
The last girl had long, golden hair, and it shimmered slightly in the sun. Gray had always had a weakness for beautiful blondes, and in this case the girl was no exception. He could faintly make out her brown irises, and her flushed face from sitting in a hot place. Despite having lived with a beautiful sister all his life, Gray couldn't help but swallow as he took in this new girl's equally radiant looks. He sat still for some time, wrapped up in a reverie.
Until Loke tapped him on the shoulder, grinning mischievously. The brunette nodded in the direction of the girls. "Nice, huh?" Gray rolled his eyes and pretended the exact opposite of what he was feeling, that he was highly uninterested in what those girls were doing.
"I think they're all pretty hot. Oh, except for that middle school student, of course," said Loke, still ogling the ladies. Between him and Gray, Natsu shuffled slightly and continued to snore. Gray looked up above him and saw Zeref slumped ungracefully on a branch, his mouth slightly open. Ah, so that small girl is actually in middle school.
"Mm, yeah, I'm in favor of the blonde," said Gray casually.
He was surprised to see Loke's firm hand in front of his face.
"Uh-uh. She's a big no-no for you, buster," said Loke firmly. "Why, is she your girlfriend?" asked Gray curiously. He was feeling slightly disappointed. The brunette shook his head.
"She's my sister."
"Haaaaahh?"
Gray quickly turned back toward the girls and looked at the blonde, the whipped his head back to look at Loke.
"She's your sister?" he said, openmouthed. Loke nodded and leaned back against the tree. "She's still in high school right now, but next year, she'll start college. She's a year and a half younger than me," he said casually. Gray was still looking at him, incredulous, then in an attempt to start conversation asked, "Oh yeah? Well, what's her talent then?" Loke closed his eyes. "Well, you might not have heard of her yet, but she's actually an internationally known artist. Her paintings are hung in art galleries around the world. London, America, Paris, you name it. You brought a laptop, right?" Gray nodded. "Well, look up 'Lucy Heartfilia,' later and a bunch of stuff'll come up."
Loke by now was dozing off. "So, her name's Lucy, then?" asked Gray. The brunette gave an almost inaudible "Mm," before he fell asleep.
Now the only one of the four that was not yet asleep, Gray leaned back against the tree as well and looked at the sky. He whipped out his phone and switched his internet on. He didn't need a laptop to surf the internet. He typed in Lucy Heartfilia in Google Search and waited for results. The number of references were overwhelming. In fact, Gray was both amused and impressed to learn the Loke's sister had her own Wikipedia page. He tapped on the link and waited a bit for it to load.
Lucy Heartfilia-Born on April 16, 1995, in New York City.
Huh. So she had been born overseas.
Heartfilia is known worldwide for her talent in painting. She has painted several masterpieces, including her world-famous piece, entitled Lights.
A picture was underneath the paragraph, and it fairly took Gray's breath away. A girl stood in the center. She had long, pale blonde hair and white skin. She wore a white dress. The background and her surroundings were black, darkening her features, but hundreds of tiny fireflies flew around her—that must have taken ages to paint by hand. They lit up her face and you could faintly see the angelic smile she had. You start to notice her features and could see how realistically her pale blue eyes shimmered in the dim light. It did not look like a painting at all. It looked like a photograph, and right there and then Gray felt like he was in that scenario right in front of the girl.
He quickly scrolled down the page and found more pictures of her paintings. They were all spectacular, but Gray was already quite taken with Lights. He kept returning to it as he scrolled through the page and eventually he just stopped at it and tapped it to enlarge it.
"Why are you looking at my painting?"
He looked up and saw the blonde girl standing behind him, peering curiously at the phone in his hands. He quickly assumed a casual attitude. "Ah, so you're Lucy Heartfilia?" The girl smiled at him and nodded. "Loke's little sister?"
Her smile vanished as soon as he said that and instead her face assumed a grimace. "Ugh, could you please not call me 'Loke's little sister'? I'm the world-renowned artist and he's a photographer, but wherever I go I'll always be known as his little sister. When he goes out to town and introduces himself, he always gets called Loke Heartfilia, plain Loke Heartfilia! But with me? No, I'm Lucy Heartfilia, world-class painter, A.K.A. Loke's little sister."
It was so evidently a sore spot for her that Gray couldn't help but laugh. "Trust me, I know how you feel," he chuckled. Lucy tilted your head and gave him a questioning look. "You do? How?"
"Well, have you ever tried to model while your elder sister's the Juvia Fullbuster? Trust me, it's not fun. At least Loke only gets called plain 'Loke Heartfilia,' but in my case I have to go around all the time hearing, 'You're the little brother of the Juvia Fullbuster?'"
The blonde's eyes widened. "Juvia Fullbuster is your sister? Oh my gosh! I totally love her!" she gushed. Gray snickered. "There, you see? That's exactly what I have to put up with every time I try to pick up a modeling gig."
"Well, I'm sorry, but you have to admit though, your sister is pretty famous and all that," Lucy giggled. She then turned her gaze toward Natsu and Loke who were still sleeping. Gray was silently grateful that she had not looked up and seen the ungainly position Zeref was currently in.
"So, you guys are roommates?" asked Lucy after a somewhat awkward pause. "Why d'you think that?" inquired Gray.
"Roommates hang out," she answered simply.
"So I guess you guys are roommates too, then? Well, at least most of you I guess," he asked, pointing across the small field to where she'd previously been eating with her friends.
"Uh-huh. All of us are, except for Wendy. The rooms in the girls' dormitory are much bigger than the ones for the boys."
"Who's Wendy?"
"Oh, she's that one with the long blue hair," answered Lucy. Gray looked again at the girl he'd assumed earlier to be in elementary. "She's in middle school, but since she's my cousin, she hangs out a lot with me and my friends. Oh, but yeah, except for Wendy, we're all roommates."
Gray briefly wondered what it would be like to be in that room filled with five beautiful girls—then shook himself out of the thought, as he remembered that the one out of the five he was most interested in was talking to him right now and that it would do no good to be greedy.
Lucy suddenly surprised him by sitting right next to him. He could see faintly from the corner of his eye that the action had caught the attention of her friends, not to mention about twenty other jealous guys. "So, why did you come here anyway? Did you need something from your brother?" asked Gray casually, striving to keep things cool. "Mm. He owes me money," she replied simply.
He almost laughed at that. "I've only known the guy since yesterday, but somehow I'm not surprised." Lucy giggled then fell silent. After a few nice minutes of sitting still she asked him, "Did Loke-niisan give any of you the my-sister-is-off-limits-so-don't-even-think-about- dating-her speech?"
He gave a snort of laughter, finally unable to hold it in. "Yeah. Does he do that with all of his guy friends?" She brought up her knees to her chest and held them. "Mm-hmm. That's my pretty much all my life I've only really had female friends. No interaction with the opposite sex."
"Until now," clarified Gray.
"Until now," agreed Lucy. "But it isn't so terrible as Loke-niisan makes it out to be."
She got quiet again, but Gray's brain was racing at a hundred thoughts a minute. Holy crap, I think she might like me. There's definitely a chance. No—crap—what am I thinking?
"Would you be willing to do me a favor?" asked Lucy suddenly. He turned to look at her. "Hm? What favor?"
"Well, as I've said earlier, I haven't really had much contact with males… and we still have six days before term starts. Do you think you could hang out with me till then? Just to get used to the situation of actually being in close proximity with guys?"
This was basically her asking him to go on dates with her for the next six days and there was no freaking way in hell that he was going to refuse this.
"Sure," he replied nonchalantly. "Um, but what will your brother say?" Lucy smiled at him. "Oh, don't worry, I'll deal with him. Thank you! Oh, but I have to go back to my friends now." She stood up and made to leave but suddenly turned back to him. "Oh, before I forget, do you mind if we exchanged email addresses? So I could contact you any time."
Gray couldn't have been more happy to oblige. He watched her leave and waved back slightly when she turned around again to wave at him.
He was feeling real good. Really good about himself right now. Nothing could ever spoil this moment—
"You know… I heard everything."
Gray looked behind him and saw the upside down face of Zeref. He looked up briefly and saw that Zeref was suspended by his belt, one end tied to a branch and the other end tied to his foot. "What did you hear?" asked Gray defensively, outwardly ignoring Zeref's position but inwardly, he was high unnerved.
"Oh…just watch your back…" murmured Zeref, and slowly, as if by magic, he withdrew back into his secluded spot away from Gray's sight.
Scratch what he had just said, the magic of the moment was completely gone now.
A/N: Yeah, I lied. It's not a oneshot. It's a five part story, and the next chapter is already in its draft stage (it's fully written out but needs editing—whether to the plot or the grammar). However, I am holding it hostage, until I receive at least five reviews. I am evil. Yes, I've known for a very long time now. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Anyway, whether it's to tell me that my story is decent and/or to tell me that I am an evil person and I should never write again, leave a review!
Also, I am taking requests to develop the plot of the story. The second chapter is pretty much finished, but I'm perfectly willing to revise it. But please bear in mind that the story's pairing is GrayLu, and as much as I'd love to please you all I cannot deviate from that plot.
By the way, are you confused that in the summary, it says that a model falls in love with a delinquent? You've all pretty much worked out that Gray is the model, and he's supposed to fall in love with Lucy here, but since Lucy's an artist have you been scratching your heads why I labeled her as a delinquent? Well, just wait until about, oh, halfway through the second chapter or so. Hee hee.
I love you guys! I'm already working on updates on both "I Found You," and "A Bet To Fall In Love." Just be patient. Thanks! I love you all so, so, so, so, much. Your support keeps me alive and partly not pathetic. Yeah. No matter what, I'll always be somewhat pathetic.
By the way, I'm thinking that you guys were starting to realize this might not be a oneshot near the end, when Lucy was just asking Gray out, since that seemed like a really lame ending if it ended right there. Maybe? No? Ok. Or maybe you just knew it wasn't a oneshot since I haven't clicked the "Complete" button yet.
Last thing, I promise. I'm currently trying to draw Lucy's Lights, as I described it in the story. Bear with me, as Paint Tool Sai is refusing point-blank to cooperate and i'm having a hard time. But I promise I'll have it up soon and will post a link so you can see. That's it! I promise. Bye.
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