Author's Notes: I've decided to try writing a Gruvion fic, because I love the complexity of their relationship. This is just a teaser and I don't know if I will continue or not, since I have a lot of stuff going on. I wanted to post it and see peoples thoughts. If people like it I will continue writing, I'd really appreciate it.
Sometimes, the best way to stay close to someone you love
Is being just a friend
Nothing more, nothing less.
The icy winds blew relentlessly between the tall skyscrapers, picking up speed upon reaching the large open land of Central Park. People rushed along the sidewalks hands stuffed in pockets and heads hidden in the tops of their heavy coats like a turtle trying to retreat into its shell. All except one young man who walked along the park in nothing but a blue sweater and dark jeans, feet clad in grey boots to ward off frost covering the streets. Despite his light dress the cold didn't seem to affect him at all. He walked leisurely towards the train station, taking the long way around a giant puddle of grey slush that was built up around the curb. In no rush he seemed to shrug it off when his train left as soon as he reached the platform, while those around him muttered curses at the missed train.
After a packed train ride to Queens he finally got off at the stop he knew so well; knowing just the right train car to take that would bring him to the exit fastest. He picked up speed, taking the steps two at a time eager to reach his destination. The five-minute walk from the station to the ten-story apartment building felt like hours. Running past the green awning he went straight for the elevator, it was quite an old one still have a metal gate and big black buttons bulging out next to the numbers. Pressing the button for the fourth floor a couple times before the elevator creaked into motion giving him an uneasy feeling. Finally reaching door 413, he notices a quick not scribbled out by the door saying, "door bell broken", before he loudly knocks and waits for a response. A minute passes and no answer, he tries again but is stopped half way through when he hears the most heavenly voice coming from the other side of the door.
"One second, Juvia's coming"
He blushes, her voice always managed to put a smile on his face. He hears the lock slide and the door open. Juvia stands there, wavy hair wet and clinging to her neck and shoulders, dressed in only a tank top and short pajama pants; she smiles at him.
"Oh Lyon, Juvia didn't expect you to get here so quickly. Come in, come in. Just give Juvia a second to finish getting dressed," she says, leading him into the living room before walking into her room and closing the door. He blushes again as the thought of Juvia in the shower fills his mind. Shaking his head he quickly looks around the room trying to find something to distract himself with.
Upon noticing a picture on the end table by the couch he picks it up. This wasn't here before. He looks at it only to see a bikini clad Juvia smiling brightly while holding onto Gray although Gray didn't seem too pleased about the moment.
"Do you like it? Erza took it for Juvia during our trip to Miami,"
"Uh yeah, its nice. You look beautiful as always Juvia,"
"Oh stop Lyon. You're making Juvia blush," she says while playfully slapping him on the shoulder.
"How was the trip?"
"It was great. Juvia got to ride on the jet skis with Gray-sama," her voice is full of love and she has the most loving caring smile gracing her face. And with that one sentence he is reminded that she is not his, that her heart belongs to another man and he's destined to spend the rest of his days in the friend zone.
"Next time you should come too Lyon,"
She's hidden her hands in the sleeves of her white hoodie that seems a bit big for her; her sweat pants seems on the large size too, the bottom having to be rolled up so she doesn't drown in it. The red writing of Killington makes it clear where she got it from. She took these clothes from Gray, or worse he gave them to her willingly.
"Have you been there?" he asks, pointing to her hoodie; hoping that Gray never managed to sweep her away for a romantic weekend at our family cabin there.
"Oh no, Gray-sama gave it to Juvia while we were in Miami. Juvia forgot to bring warm clothes and it was chilly one night so Gray-sama let Juvia wear it. Isn't Gray-sama such a gentleman?" she smiles; burying her head in the hoodie lost in the essence that is Gray Fullbuster.
"I would've given you my hoodie," he mutters, but it falls upon deaf ears as Juvia is lost in another daydream about her precious Gray-sama. Hoping to one up Gray, Lyon blurts out, "Why don't we go there this weekend?" He hopes by whisking her away on a romantic winter getaway the love-struck girl might move his affections towards him.
"Really? Will Gray-sama be there?" He knew it would be no easy task to sway Juvia's affections but he was determined.
The black pickup truck looked out of place driving through the New York City streets. The grey skies gives an ominous feeling of what to expect of the coming weekend. All chances of a romantic weekend are ruined with the three extra guests that came along on the trip.
The excited chattering of Meredy can be heard from the front as Ultear only half listens, focusing on the icy road ahead. In the backseat the final three are squished into the little room it offers. Juvia is sat in the middle trying to get closer to Gray eagerly talks about all the fun they will have. Gray frowns looking out the window, annoyed with her enamored behavior again. Lastly there's Lyon jealously staring at the actions of his two companions.
Gray wasn't supposed to come on the trip, but as soon as Lyon asked Ur if he could use the cabin she insisted she wanted to see both her boys again. Halfway through the week Ur called him again telling him that Ultear would drive them to the cabin and of course wherever Ultear went Meredy followed. That was how a romantic weekend for two turned into a full family affair.
The car quiets down as most of the passengers fall asleep due to the early morning departure. Lyon wakes up to the fresh smell of passing rain, a scent uniquely Juvia. Her head rested on his shoulder and wavy blue locks falling onto her face.