Sorry it took so long to update! At first I was having trouble on what to write and then I started school and, ugh, you know how it goes. Oh, and I added a little to the first chapter so I advise you to read that chapter again. Anyway, on with the story.

Disclaimer- I don't own the plot, the music, or Fairy Tail.


Celestia Speaking

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While walking through the school entrance, I heard everyone talking about yesterday's broadcast. What surprised me was that only, like five students were smart enough to realize that I gave away what school I go to. I'm wondering if they'll tell everyone else, or do me a solid and keep it a secret.

Then I saw the Imperial Class loitering by the gates. I also noticed Natsu had headphones in his ears and was... smiling and blushing? What is he listening to?

All of these assumptions were running through my head. But then I heard it, their converssation.

"Nastu-nii, are you listening to another recording of Celestia Speaking?" Wendy asked her elder brother.

I'm guessing Fullbuster heard Wendy's question because he said, "Oh, is Flame Brain having dirty thoughts about Celestia? Is that why you look like a tomato?"

If possible, Natsu's blush deepened. "Sh-shut up!" The most ignorant person I've encountered stuttered.

"Alright, but seriously, dude. You've been blushing even more lately. Do you really like Celestia that much?" Gray proceeded in asking his best friend slash rival.

"I know I like her, I just don't how much I like her. I mean, she sounds pretty nice... Her voice is beautiful, too, but that's probably just a voice modifier. Lately, I've been wondering if she could be that cute blonde I bumped into a while ba-"

I would have kept eavesdropping, if the bell didn't ring.


"Do I have to wash your car, Mr. Sergeant? Can't you give me a referral or something?" I tried to get myself out of this little problem while I followed my douche-nugget of a science teacher to his car in the parking lot, car-washing supplies in hand.

I mean, it's not like I can't wash a car. I just don't really want to do it, unless I get paid. Maybe I could ask Sergeant to pay me at least five bucks and give that to Ren in return for the help! Yes, I am a gen-

"No, Heartfilia. You won't be able to wiggle your way out of this, today." He stopped in front of a black Nissan Maxima. It looked like a decent vehicle, but it was too low to the ground. "You are to wash this car and then you will clean all of my test tubes and beakers by 5:30."

"Fi- Wait. Washing beakers and test tubes was never in the deal. You only said I'd be washing your car, and that's all I'm going to do." Because there ain't no way that I'm gonna spend my time washing damn test tubes and beakers. I have stuff to take care of, like visiting my parents' graves and my 4:30 broadcast. Oh, I should text Ren now.

Retrieving my phone from my back pocket, I continued in texting Ren my school's location.

It's after school. I'll wash the car, but I refuse to clean test tubes and beakers, so you best hurry. Look for the big building full of annoying teens down on Terracina.

And... message sent!

"Heartfilia! Stop slacking off and wash my car!" Mr. Douche-Nugget commanded.

I sighed and started preparing for the washing of the car. Once everything was set, I was about to rinse off the vehicle when I heard a shout from behind me.

"Hey, Heartfilia! You givin' us a show," an annoying voice stopped mid-sentence to click his tounge. "Or nah?" His asinine question was followed by laughter.

I turned to see the majority of people who leave school from the front watching me, now. I also saw Dragneel eyeing me, a smug look on his face.

Then, a random student approach Dragneel. "Natsu," he began. "Have you heard?"

"Heard what?" He replied.

"Remember yesterday's broadcast of Celestia Speaking? How Celestia played Sadie Hawkins Dance for the guys who go here?"

"Yeah." Natsu hesitated, "What about it?"

"Well, some of us replayed it and caught something. She said the song was for the guys who attend Fiore High. Question is: How does she know we're having a Sadie Hawking Dance?" The student stopped to see if Nastu caught on.

He didn't.

The boy sighed, "We came to the conclusion that the only way Celestia could know that we have the Sadie Hawkins coming up is that she goes to this school, too."

"Holy shit," Natsu was shocked, but I was even more shocked.

Shhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...

"Heartfilia!" Mr. Sergeant raised his voice.

"Going!" I shouted back, making my way towards the car. I moved my bag under a large tree and ditched the sweater vest, I also unbuttoned my shirt since I always wore an undershirt.

A few whistles and catcalls emerged from a crowd of males, but they were easily ignored. I approached Mr. Sergeant and asked for his car keys and succeeded in blasting my iPod on his radio and moving the car over the grass, when he finally gave up the keys.


"I never realized how much work it took to wash a car." I concluded as Ren drove us to the station.

"I never realized how hard it is to find such a huge high school." Ren said.

"I guess I wasn't very specific." I sighed, massaging the back of my neck.

"That was quite a show you gave the guys..." Ren trailed.

"Figured I may as well have fun with it," I explained as I shrugged. "They may call me The Loner, but that won't stop me from having fun."

Today was good. I aced my math test and washed a car, plus nobody knows about... Celestia's.. whereabouts...

"Fuck!" I cursed as Ren jerked to a stop in the parking lot.

"What?!"The blonde asked me, a little surprised at my sudden outburst.

I sighed and told him about how my idiocy got the best of me and I indirectly released my location, most likely leading the more obsessed fans at school to start investigating my identity. Maybe even some paparazzi, too. We can only hope they don't get very far in finding my identity.

After properly parking the car and walking up to my den, Ren and I started setting up, for the clock would read four-thirty in about three minutes.

"Dude! We should so try to get an interview with The Ready Set and NeverShoutNever!, that would be the absolute best." I blurted out randomly. But it was true, I really wanted to do an interview with The Ready Set and NeverShoutNever!

Ren just stared and sighed, then continued in counting down from five to introduce me yet again.

"That doesn't sound like a no~" I sang, happliy.

"Hello to all you good people out there! Ren here, and I am pleased to tell it is four-thirty, which means it's time for Celestia Speaking!"

I giggled lightly and spoke with my voice modifier, " Hey, everyone! I was just talking to Ren about setting up an interview with The Ready Set, and NeverShoutNever! if we're lucky. We're still deciding, but I'm pretty sure it'll happen. Maybe not. Speaking of, I've been wanting to play this track for you guys for a while. So, before we start anything, here is More Than Alive by The Ready Set."

As the music played, I stood from my seat and began walking around my den. When I noticed the song was coming to an end, I made my way back to my seat, ready to answer some calls.


I am so very sorry for such a late update. It's just, between my writers' block, my classes, yearbook, and my mom's meetings at church (which both my brother and I really hate, considering we can NEVER do anything as a family or have friends over), I tried my best to juggle everything the best I could. I vowed to not watch anime, read other fanfics, or work on an upcoming fic until I update this fic.

Anyways! Please read and review, leave your opinion for me to read, comment what you liked, what you didn't like, what I can do to help make this fic better, maybe some song suggestions for Celestia's broadcasts, but I WILL NOT USE MAINSTREAM MUSIC/ARTISTS!

'Til next time!