Lucy's journey began across the Fiore, searching and encountering (Knee slapping jokers, Intimidating secret plot holders, Jerkwads pushers, etc.) reviewers and authors alike. She could never imagine how much advice she was given by them; it soothed her heart happily to know what could be done to help her with her novel. Also along the way she had made very great friends, it was fascinating the way they describe their tale and how it connected with their lives more than anything.

Another one of the big honors she faced was helping out the authors books too. Lucy was always kind of nervous, wondering if she might make a mistake. Although the people assured she was doing splendidly, she was commented by on how she was gonna be a great author some day.

Lucy connected through so much emotions that it made her laugh, cry, and countless escapes of other feelings drawn within the words that made her wonder how they do it. With ideas colliding together, she experienced different levels of writing. Lucy had to take lessons of writing that was painful for her, but it was worth while in the end to see a beginner become a successor within time.

There was one thing that they didn't explain to her though, in Lucy's version they didn't show her what she was missing in her novel. This made Lucy's aroma circling around with grumpiness, and the writers could help but to laugh at her poutiness.

All had said that if Lucy was going to be a great writer some day, she'd have to experience some skills to learn on her own. It wouldn't have been special if it wasn't from the author's heart, and copying the situation of others would be downright dull. It was like a cupcake losing its taste of flavor. There wouldn't of been no pleasure, or no spicy to it to make the eater finish eating it.

Twirling around a quill had hand, Lucy grumbled softly as she put her other hand on the side of her head for support. This is unbelievable! How could they not have told her just a single clue on how to see her misery faults. Out of so much, This! This kind of question that no one will answer, this ONE theory couldn't be answered to her.

Lucy closed her lashes and took in a big whiff of the scent that waffled her nose. Relieve tingled through her veins, sending positive vibrations to her brain. Yet... she felt some strangeness of hurt. It seemed to have embedded within her through months past, never had she suffered this much isolation in her world. Visions blurred to arise in her thoughts, that sniff she took always brought it up no matter where she dally off too.

"Here, keep this"

"What?! But this is special to you isn't?"

"ya, of course it is!"

"..."

"What?"

"Ughhh, your making me feel guilty for taking this. This is yours! I can't have it. It's given for someone special".

"Who?"

"Quit making yourself look so stupid. Dragneel obviously handed this over to you. So stop stalling and let me get going".

(The girl studied the boy, and saw him thinking on something. It wasn't until he looked up at her with an evil smirk on his face. Dang it, mischief always seemed around this girl. Before the girl could protest, the boy took the item that he was holding and put it around a certain area around her. Then gave a powerful tug causing the girl to squeak as she fell forward. The only thing that stopped her was the boy's forehead connecting with hers, hard.)

"OUCH! What the heck was that for!?"

(Chuckles)"Oops sorry, at least it doesn't match your kicks"

(The girl tried slapped his arm, but the boy quickly deflected it as he snatched her hand. This made the girl feel completely trapped)

"Don't make me make an improvement on it"

(More chuckles were heard) "Ok ok fine, but make sure you keep this safe"

"I've already told you I can't h-"

"This made you feel guilty didn't it? Then return it... once you get back to me".

(The girl gawked at him, this freak was absurd!)

"What if I lose it?"

"Not as long as your lost with it. It's a bit easier to track if your scent was however different"

"I don't know, this is... you sure Natsu?"

"All I want is just for you to come back Lucy. That scarf is just a reminder, just in case you forget about Fairy Tail"

Lucy's fingers then trailed along a scaly scarf, she was so worried about it getting lost that she had to have always worn it. Except for the days that it had to be washed, the weirdest part though was the smell of it. No matter how many times she washed that scruffy thing, it still smell... like him. Did Natsu enchanted it or something?! It had almost matched his warmth when she placed it on her neck, but it can never substitute his touch.

She found herself longing for that touch, it's sad to say for her that its probably now invaded by another person. It's been about 6 months so far since she had last had been in Magnolia. Time fly's incredibly fast when a brush of paths that needed to be walked through, had to be done to the hearts true desire. Lucy Heartfilia followed one of her dreams, yet it still somehow felt incomplete.

Wiggling uncomfortable, she got up from her chair and walked about her room with her arms swinging at her side. Lucy's mind wondered to one of the last conversations with a group of authors she had spent her time with.

"Oh my dear, there is still so much for you to learn. There are challenges in life we must face".

"I know that, but it's just that...why is it when ever I'm trying to figure it out. It's just doesn't appear!"

"Hmmm... the only explanation I have is that you've been avoiding it".

"Eh? Why would I be avoiding something I need?"

"I don't know that much about your situation child, but explain to us. What do you miss the most?".

"Miss as in...a person?"

"I guess if that what your heart says".

(Lucy could feel her face heat up, the elderly authors couldn't help but to roar with laughter.)

"I think our young author is in love! I knew there was something you were hiding. Tell us more about your boyfriend"

"Well to put in in prospective, he's not and I think he's married by now"

"Oh deary I'm very sorry for your loss, but weren't you two close when you told us about you?"

"Breaking into my home, eating the food from my shelves, and even sleeping on my bed, yep I guess you can call it pretty close".

"HE SLEPT ON YOUR BED?! What is this generation coming too? Anyways it sounded like you guys were already a married couple" (Lucy almost spit out her tea, choking at bizarre outbursts)

"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK! Besides he the one to blame, it's just h-him!"

"It sounds like he loves you Lucy. Why on earth anyone with such behavior do that thing around anyone else?"

"It's in his nature I guess. He's also dense as ever to even realize it".

"Then why do you suggest he wants to marry?"

"Well... he could have possibly developed feelings over time for another. I've seen and read about 'deep interests' in a person's movements of desire. Natsu clearly shows it when he's with her".

"Sounds like you studied. I understand you respect his wishes. Yet you still haven't told me what they are Lucy".

"I know him pretty much well to know his motives. But I would do anything for our friendship, just as long as it doesn't fall apart".

(Lucy notices all the woman in the room glance at each other before looking at her)

"Can't you imagine being without him in you life Lucy?"

"No not really, just at certain times where he gets me annoyed"

"Then there's your answer you have avoided...in other words, missing"

"Eh?"

What could they mean by that? Avoiding Natsu yes for Lisanna, but what a life without Natsu... I just can't see that. Lucy stroked at a hair stain thoughtfully, what does this answer have to do with Natsu? Is her life actually Natsu's? Coming to think of it, who was so much of a wisdom gypsy now? Suddenly Lucy gasped and instantly swarmed around her guest room packing her stuff. She then wrote a small note to the authors before dashing out of the house to the train station.

About a half an hour later the authors came up stairs to check on Lucy, and cautiously approached her door. Disturbance was the last word to exist in an author's dictionary...combined with the word "attack" for explaining purposes. When they knocked on the door and received no answer, they slowly opened the door with their shields held high (They had shields ... and yet attacking weapons in their rooms, I guess it's necessary).

They then lowered them when they realized no one was in the room, and then saw the note on the desk.

"Oh she find out! I hope she invites us for the 'special occasion' soon"One of the authors screamed as the rest of the authors sped out the doors of the house; hurried for a shopping spree.

I Thank you guys for reading these so far! Hmmm... it's been awhile hasn't it. Technically I had to take summer classes, especially English, so I hope this is an improvement. I apologize though if some of the stuff sounds cheesy. Seriously I HATE cheesy stuff... as long as it's not to common. I think I'll continue this story instead of my other ones for now since, my mind jumps around a lot. Sticking to one place sounds...gravely.

Sincerely the new lazy bum nickname, DreamZzzz1