Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or The Kissing Booth.

It was the last day of summer, and Lucy was spending by the pool at her best friend, Sting's, house. Her summer was mostly spent with Sting, messing around and dancing at the pier but now her freedom was coming to an end and she would have to be back at school very soon.

Her phone buzzed, signifying that she had a new message. It was from Loke - the biggest player ever - of course it was the perviest message ever.

"They say a kiss is the language of love, Wanna have a conversation?"

Lucy chucked to herself, what a dork.

"Hey Sting! Guess what Loke texted me this time?" She shouted, hoping he could hear her from wherever he was. There was no reply.

"Sting? Where are you?"

Out of nowhere, Sting jumped off the top of the roof and into the pool.

"Geronimo!" He screamed as he dropped into the water. Lucy shook with laughter. That was a classic Sting thing to do.

"Nice one, buddy." She praised him. He grinned back at her.

"What can I say? I'm a legend." Lucy shook her head and patted the seat next to her, gesturing for him to come sit. Sting climbed out of the pool. water dripping off him, and sat down next to her.

"Hey! Don't touch me, you'll get me wet!" She scolded. Sting cackled at her.

"That sounds so wrong."

"Shut up, perv." He glared at her playfully and she returned the favour. To tease her, he put his cold, wet hand on her shoulder. The blonde female shrieked and slapped it away.

"I hate you so much, Sting!"

"You know you love me." He winked. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Anyway," she began, "tomorrow, first day of school." He nodded. "We need school fundraiser ideas." Sting groaned.

"Fine." He pouted.

Lucy looked up to see Laxus Dreyar, strutting outside to the pool. He was a god. Literally the hottest guy on earth. But, she could never have him.

Rule number nine: relatives of your best friend are totally off-limits.

Her and Sting had a list of friendship rules that they'd followed since they were like eight. It was sort of a thing for them. They've always stuck to those rules. Number nine was created because Sting lived in the shadow of a high-school legend.

"Hey, loser," Laxus' deep voice sound out, "Hey, Luce." He smirked at her. Laxus knew she hated being called Luce.

"Hi, Laxus." She smirked right back at him. She knew he hated being called Laxus, most people called by his last name: Dreyar.

His smirk intensified, "When'd you get the boobs?" He snorted at her blush. Lucy covered herself up with her towel. It was true, she'd had a major glow up through summer, her boobs had miraculously gotten bigger and she had gained some wicked curves.

Sting chuckled too, "It's almost like she was on human growth hormones or something!"

"STING!" Lucy shouted at him. "Rule number two, please!" Rule number two: never share our secrets with anyone else.

"Sorry!" He wasn't sorry.

"Mom and Dad are out of town tonight, so I'm having a party. Don't invite any assholes." He pointed at him with a stern expression.

"Does that mean I can't invite you?" Sting laughed at his own joke and Lucy joined in. Laxus threw his ball at Sting, and it managed to shove him into the pool. Lucy laughed even harder as Sting swam back up to the surface.

"What an ass." He muttered. Lucy's eyes were on Laxus' backside at that moment, and she was so dazed that she replied with,

"I know."

"Hey! Rule number nine, young lady!"

"What?" As if!"

He shook his head at her, "I think you've got a little bit of drool there." He pointed at her chin.

"Oh, right here?" She mocked

"Yeah, right there."

Lucy chucked the ball at him, and he fell in once again.

She laughed again.

It sucked that summer wasn't going to last forever.

Hey, so this whole thing is basically going to be the kissing booth but it's fairy tail characters. (Credits to Hiro Mashima and Netflix) This plot is not mine and neither are the characters, and nothing will be completely accurate.