A/N: hey, this is a three shot based on two songs. The song for this chapter is I'm getting over you by the click five. It's a really beautiful song if you want to check it out. As always read review and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail

She clung to his arm, her long white hair framing red cheeks as he leaned down to plant a once chaste kiss upon her lips. He lingered, pressing his lips against hers once again.

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Laxus flicked through his contact list, flicking past Cana's name as quickly as possible to settle on the name Mira Jane Strauss. He glanced over his shoulder quickly, hoping none of his overly supportive friends had made an unwanted comeback to attempt to comfort him. Once he was satisfied he was alone in the all too familiar bar he pressed the sms button, the small text box making its appearance on his screen. He paused not quite sure what to write, what do you say to someone you haven't spoken to in over a year?

After much deliberation he settled on the typical question-

Do you wanna catch a movie sometime?- Laxus

Despite his better judgement he pressed the recently underused 'send' button, secretly hoping she wouldn't reply.

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Her hand slid up his arm, tangling her fingers in his coarse blonde hair, his lips harsh against hers. Laxus wrapped his arms around her waist, his body moving on its own though he couldn't fight the rising feeling that something was wrong.

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"Hey," Mira said quietly, her large bright blue eyes beaming up at him as they joined the line for a ticket.

"Hey yourself," he said, giving her what Cana had told him was his winning smile. He turned away briefly, grimacing as the flood of memories he'd been trying to supress once again rose to the surface. He turned back to his date but he no longer saw her, more so a past Cana, their first date playing out before his eyes.

"So what do you wanna see big guy?" she asked with a teasing grin, only here because a friend had convinced her to give it a shot once in a while. His irritation at the brunette's cocky attitude combined with her empty hip flask, leaving little to the imagination, grew steadily the more time he spent with her.

"How about…. Third wheel fever?" he asked, picking the most obvious chick flick off the title list. However, much to further his frustration Cana began to laugh, as if he'd offered the funniest joke she'd heard all year.

"Do you seriously wanna watch that crap?" she asked between bouts of laughter, "And here I had you pegged as an action man." She said, ignoring him as he rolled his eyes.

"I figured it was a safe choice seeing as you are a woman right? I don't want to have to deal with that mistake again." His unpredicted joke making her laugh even harder. It took her a few moments to catch her breath, her cheeks turning red with the effort.

"How about Cowboys verses Aliens?" she asked, "It's gotta have something going for it." She said, taking out her wallet from her back pocket as they approached the counter. The bright eyed young woman behind the counter gave a trademark smile, her voice similar to those on a commercial.

"What would you like today?" she asked, he eyes lingering on Laxus.

"Two tickets to Cowboys verses Aliens, a box of popcorn and two medium cokes, please." He said, glancing at Cana who was still checking out the confectionary behind the counter.

"Could we also get a big bag of Malteasers, please." She asked, pulling out a twenty and five dollar note, placing it on the counter to Laxus' surprise. Was she one of those new age feminists, what were they called again? He frowned considering the conundrum until it practically hit in the face- lipstick feminists. Either way, it was quite strange to have the woman pay half, even if she was an infuriating enigma to begin with. She clutched the food, walking off in the direction of the cinema their film was playing. She turned to give him a cheeky smile. "Coming?"

After the movie they walked out into the street, neither of them said a word, Laxus unsure of how she took the movie glanced over at her to see her clutching the bridge of her nose.

"That's gotta be the worst movie I've seen in a long time, I mean why did the aliens even want the cowboys gold? It didn't even make sense!" She said running a hand through her hair, a mannerism they apparently shared.

"That's the first thing you've said that makes sense all night." He said with a grin, chuckling as she poked her tongue out at him. They continued to bicker as they walked down the street, both chuckling at the others expense and their own. That was when Laxus felt it, the spark, the one thing he was never able to let go once he'd found it.

"Hey, do you wanna go out again? Maybe not a movie next time." She asked, her bus pulling up the depot. He paused for a moment before replying with more confidence than he'd been able to muster in a long time.

"Sure, call me."

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She pulled away briefly, panting for breath before pushing her lips roughly against his. Laxus stood, huddled with her against the cold, though he felt as if the coldness within him was more of a danger than that without. He stepped back but she moved with him, her heat burning him.

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"Laxus?" she asked, bringing him back from his daydream.

"Yeah?" he asked, still dazed.

"What would you like to see?" she asked, glancing up at the board, titles beaming in white light hanging high above them.

"Ah, you pick." He said, hiding his balled fists deep within his pockets. Mira paused, pursing her lips as she tossed up between the wide array of films.

"How about 27 dresses?" she asked, taking the obvious option, but Laxus found himself wanting the unpredictable, the unadulterated, and for the second time too many her name washed over him like an infectious disease – Cana.

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He broke away, his hands grasping her delicate shoulders. He couldn't stop his brows knotting together as he fought back the revulsion attempting to overtake him. He stepped backwards into the darkness which to his relief shrouded him from her confused stare. He took a deep breath, watching her carefully so as to make sure she didn't pursue him.

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He hid a frown behind a playful smirk, hoping she thought the movie was boring and ridiculously cliché, but as he stole a glance at her he saw the same wistful romantic expression Cana got whenever he sang to her after they'd had a fight. Why couldn't she see through the two dimensional film, the predictable plot and shallow characters? Why was she so much not like Cana? Why did he want her to be?

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"I'll see you around Mira," he said briefly, before strolling down the street, ignoring her soft voice calling out to him from the safety of her patio. There's another difference between the two- Cana would have barrelled down the street after him and given him what for. He didn't bother asking himself the question this time, because the answer was obvious.

He wanted her back.

He needed her back.

He needed his Cana.