I was his friend, and he was mine. We both were inseparable.

These were the biggest lies anyone could ever possibly suggest me to feed him! I and Gray? Friends?

Bullshit.

But my little sister's boyfriend was waiting to meet the great, sensational, and –his words, not mine –the best and hottest personality in Magnolia of our times.

Yeah.

"Heartfilia?" His voice was still oozing arrogance –as it always had, by the way –and I could practically see him smirking in my head.

I cleared my throat, and loosened my clutch on the phone, trying my hardest not to break it, and said, "Fullbuster, I… I need to meet you."

There was a deep, incredulous chuckle on the other end, "And what makes you think I'll meet you after the humiliation I went through, courtesy of the great Lucy Heartfilia?"

I bit my tongue, stopping it to go and throw all the curses filling up the little bucket called my heart, and tried to respond calmly, "I apologized, Fullbuster."

"And that makes it all okay?"

"It was a joke, for God's sake! You really wanted me to fall for it? You? In love with me? Just because I spilled water on your plan, you're gonna torment me?"

There was another bitter chuckle, "It was genuine, Heartfilia. I don't understand why you still can't see that!"

I sighed, letting my other hand run through my bangs. Clenching my eyes shut, I tried to block all the memories flooding my head. Trust... had been snatched away from me a long ago.

"Gray..." I gulped, holding back the sudden sadness -but it probably did seep, 'cause he seemed to finally understand my situation, "Gray, I didn't know you meant it. But I couldn't -can't blindly trust you. I still don't believe you much."

A pause. "Is it because of what Jellal did with you?"

I preferred avoiding the subject concerning that particular boy.

I returned to the main topic, "See, this is… this is really important. My sister's boyfriend, who's just eleven, by the way, is a big fan of you, and it would not only be nice of you but would also show how respectful-

"Spare the speech, Heartfilia," He chuckled, "I'll meet you. On one condition, though."

My eyes narrowed, and I almost ended the call but damn the big, captivating eyes of Wendy, who sat right in front of me expectantly, because I just sighed and asked, "What?"

Evil, evil sister.

Ever experienced those moments where you feel like the demons have attacked your bed with an army of ducks and plan to hold you hostage until your best friend gives up the television set in ransom? No?

Good. 'Cause it was worse.

He smugly laid down the deal, "You'll be wearing a pink –baby pink gown, the one I gave you all those years ago."

"It was just seven months ago, Fullbuster." I deadpanned.

"Oh, was it? Because to me, every day felt like a decade."

I rolled my eyes, suppressing the urge to cuss him out and his ridiculous lines, which did nothing but aggravate me further.

I gritted out, failing miserably at mixing honey in my voice, "Thanks, sweetheart."

The evening sky was hued with pink, and it was all breathtakingly beautiful.

Only I hated the good-looking things at the moment. Or people, better said. So, I sat in one of the most expensive hotels of Magnolia, looking like a freaking Barbie with my blonde hair curled and the horrifying baby pink gown I was carrying. According to others, said horrifying attire was 'cute'.

Well, I certainly couldn't call it scarier than the light make-up I was wearing. C'mon, I was Lucy Heartfilia –hell, I am Lucy Heartfilia! Only all these light things clashing with my usual preferences were making me doubt whether I really was Lucy Heartfilia or some, you know, one of the dressed up dolls Wendy owned.

Only if I could use these shiny forks on the table to stab him in the eyes.

"You do realize that glaring at me won't do you any good, right?" Gray chuckled, his oh-so mesmerizing cobalt blue eyes glinting with mirth and amusement.

I smiled forcedly, "Really? At least it would be better than sitting with one of the most conceited-

"You still need me, Heartfilia." He reminded with as much arrogance as a giant could muster.

Trust me; arrogance was his default setting. He could do it eeee-sily.

"Fine." I grumbled, rolling my eyes. Pouting, I continued attacking my food, succeeding in ruining the 'sweet, sophisticated' image this attire had created of me.

I let out a shriek as I felt his hand clasping mine. He just smirked, tightening his hold.

I really wanted to be angry. Like, really. The blushing was probably the side-effect of the huge amount of food I had eaten. I really should start controlling how much I eat.

"So, Heartfilia, what exactly do you need me to do?"

I filled my mouth with another delicious piece of this dish –the name of which I couldn't even pronounce properly –and said, even though I probably looked like some baboon, "Come to my place. Meet him. Pretend we get along. And we're best friends."

I waited for him to respond, but was instead gifted with a long, deep look by the singer.

"Hello?" I waved my hand in front of his face, startling him, and he shook his head. "I was- I was just…"

"Ogling me?" I smirked.

He rolled his cobalt blue eyes, "Beat it, Heartfilia. So," He changed the topic, "if I got it correct, I have to pretend to be the best friend?"

I nodded, still eating like a hungry animal.

"Wouldn't it be better if I acted as your boyfriend?"

And thus started my choking. Trust me; these exotic, delicious dishes were only good if you swallowed them properly.

Gray offered me a glass of water, his panic quite evident by the way he was in an instant rubbing my back. I raised my hand, telling him I was fine.

After I was completely okay, he had a sigh of relief. Clicking my tongue, I rolled my eyes, trying to appear nonchalant about his behavior, "Stop acting as if you care, Fullbuster."

He remained silent for a moment, and then said, "It's not acting, Lucy."

I took a sharp breath in as he used my first name. Lucy. Lu-cy.

And then the awkwardness hung in the air and the pink in the sky didn't make it any better because it just reminded me of what it used to be like, what we used to be like.

God knew how he made me turn so different in just one date, and I don't think even God knows how I'm gonna manage to pull this game on.

A/N: So, after a loooong time, I've posted something like this... instead of continuing the stories which deserve some looking after. Ain't I a procrastinator of some really great degree?

Hope you liked whatever it was... since I actually don't know what it is. Please review.