Hey guys! My name is SunandStars2, but call me Skylar.
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail does not belong to me in any way shape or form. The true owner of this anime is Hiro Mashima, a true genius and amazing artist. If Fairy Tail did belong to me, then Gajevy/GaLe would already be canon!
3rd POV
It was a gloomy, rainy day in the town of Magnolia. Outside, fat raindrops splashed against the ground, creating large puddles. It was a good day to stay inside with a hot drink. The streets were nearly empty, and the people who weren't in their homes were rushing to find shelter, huddled underneath their umbrellas.
Inside a small, cozy bookstore, a small bluenette girl was having some trouble. She had attempted, several times, to place a book up on a shelf where it belonged; however, the shelf was up above her head, and she could not reach it. If only there had been a customer inside; she could have asked them to put the book away for her. However, she didn't think the odds of anyone wandering in right then were very good. The weather was depressing - no one in their right mind would go out for a walk or to visit her little bookshop.
"Damn these height issues!" she said to herself fiercely. "If I was just... a couple inches... taller!" She tried once again to place the novel in its spot, but to no avail. Oh, forget this. I'll just get the stepstool... She shook her head, a bit frustrated with herself, and went in search of the stepstool. It was humiliating to need the stool in order to shelve the books, but at least no one was around to witness it!
The bluenette finally emerged from a dusty storage room, holding the stool victoriously. She marched over to the shelf and climbed up, sliding the slim novel right where it needed to go. Just then, she heard a light dinggg! and realized that someone must have entered her store. She quickly started to descend from the stepstool before she could be spotted, but her foot slipped. She fell backwards, crying out in shock and panic. Oh shit, this is really going to hurt, she thought desperately. When she landed, her head hit the smooth, polished floorboards hard.
The last thing the young girl saw was a large pair of black combat boots running towards her. Her eyes groggily traveled up, allowing her a glimpse of the boot's owner. He had long, shaggy black hair, multiple piercings, and... wow, she must have already been losing it! She imagined, just for a second, that a small black cat was flying in the air by the stranger. Then, a dark fog descended over her mind and she lost consciousness.
Thanks so much for reading! This is my first fanfic, so any reviews/feedback/comments/suggestions would be appreciated! I'll have the next chapter done by the end of the weekend, I promise.
=^._.^= "Could you explain why she imagined me? I'm real, aren't I?"
Me: *sigh* Yes, you are. But she doesn't know you yet, so she thinks you're imaginary.
=^._.^= "Ah, I see. Thank you."
Me: No problem..