A/N: OKAY! I got my five reviews (I'm so evil) so here's the next chapter. Well, no one asked for requests, so it's pretty much the same as I had drafted it. Here you will learn more about Lucy! And how the situation was not really how it seemed… By the way, I have an OC here, so please be kind! (AND SORRY I'M LATE THIS WAS DELETED SO I HAD TO RE-WRITE THE WHOLE DAMN THING OVER AGAIN.)


Under the golden sun, outside in the fresh air, Lucy had never felt better. She wanted to paint so bad—even more so when she saw a perfect image of a butterfly resting on a large lily. Squinting her eyes, she took a mental picture and saved it.

Erza, her scarlet-haired friend, tapped her on the shoulder. "You alright, Lucy? You look kinda…scrunched up," she asked, referring to the moment when Lucy had squinted. The blonde laughed and said that yes, she was perfectly fine and that she was only thinking about something.

Her cousin, Wendy, opened up her bento. "Um… senpai, would any of you like some of these sandwiches? Mother made them and sent it to me today." The other girls murmured appreciatively and each took a sandwich. Levy, Lucy's best friend, took a bite out of hers and spit it out right away. "Bleagh, this one tastes weird, Wendy-chan!" she complained. Wendy visibly paled and snatched the bitten sandwich out of her hands and quickly threw it across the field, where it landed on a patch of daisies and disappeared.

"Um…what was that about, Wendy?" asked Lucy. It was totally weird and suspicious but she found it highly amusing. The middle schooler was panting and shaking as if she'd just disarmed a bomb. "Um—let's just say I'm really glad you only took one bite and you spat it out immediately," she replied. Levy's eyes were wide.

"What was it, Wendy-chan? Am I going to die now?" asked Levy frantically. "Was there something in it? Am I going to be sick? Am I gonna hurl? Do I have to hurl? What? What was it?"
Lisanna and her sister, Mirajane, were looking scared. Lucy was trying to keep from laughing lest she be labeled insensitive. So instead, she went back to surveying the area around her in search of inspiration.

The younger girl sighed. "Alright. It's just, right now I feel stupid for even offering you those sandwiches. Mother's really careless—more than one time she's put something in by accident in her cooking that wasn't supposed to be added. I'm just hoping it wasn't laxative or detergent or something."

Levy continued to panic for a time while the rest left their own sandwiches untouched. Erza had taken one but had ignored it, opting instead to continue eating her cake.

Suddenly, Lisanna nudged Lucy. "Ne, Lucy, isn't that your brother over there?" she said, pointing across the field. The blonde looked in the direction in which she was pointing. "Ah, right! Oh, and Natsu-san and Zeref-san are with him…" she murmured, having met her brother's longtime friends before. "Wait—who's that other guy with black hair?"

"Zeref-kun?" suggested Mirajane, biting into one of the sandwiches—luckily getting a normal one—and pronouncing it delicious. Lucy shook her head. "No, it's another guy."

Levy assumed a thoughtful expression. Wendy abruptly exclaimed, "Oh! Remember, Lucy-neesan? Loke-niisan said that one of his roommates hadn't moved in yet, right? Maybe that guy's their other roommate, and he just moved in recently!"

Everybody nodded in understanding and agreed that this could be the explanation. They sat in silence and ate a bit more of their food, until Mirajane slyly insinuated:

"Ne, guys, I think Lucy digs that new guy!"

"Wh-wh-what?" Lucy spluttered, turning sharply towards her.

The girls immediately took her defensiveness as an opening and began teasing her.

"Ah~ Lucy-chama is growing up!"

"Lucy and that guy, sitting in a tree—"

"What do you like about him, ne?"

"Oh, but you're much too young!"

"—k-i-s-s-i-n-g—"

"Lucy, you naughty girl!"

"I never though this was possible for you!"

"—first comes love, then comes marriage—"

"OH—MY—GAWD—"

"—then comes a baby in a baby carriage!"

"SHUT UP!"

They tittered. "Aw, did we strike a nervsies?" teased Levy. "Well, then, if you really don't have a crush on him—"

"Which I highly doubt," interjected Mirajane.

"—then prove it by asking him out on a date."

Lucy frowned. "Um, how is that supposed to prove that I don't have a crush on him, exactly?"

"Because, silly," giggled Lisanna. "If you did have a crush on him, asking him out would be a total no-no. Judging from your personality, you'd be the type that if you had a crush on a guy, personal contact would definitely not be on your list. But, if you didn't like him that way, asking him out would be a piece of cake, because you feel nothing towards him."

The blonde half-raised her hand. "Um, but…"

Erza rolled her eyes. "Oh, just go. Tell him your brother owes you money or something and just chat him up! This should be easy, considering who you are."

"Who I am? Why? Who am I?"

The girls—including Wendy—sighed and pushed her away.

Honestly, it wasn't so bad, Lucy reflected later on. The guy was pretty nice, and he didn't seem at all snobbish or stuck-up, which Lucy thought was surprising after learning he was a model. He'd been looking at one or her paintings on his phone (He must have good taste, thought Lucy) so it had been quite easy to start up a conversation. The guy quite quickly and easily believed her made-up tale of Loke owing her money, making things a whole lot simpler. She was quite grateful that Loke and his friends were asleep (come to think of it, Zeref-san was with them too, but—where was he now?). It would have been really hard to explain this or ask to speak with Gray-san in private without causing misunderstandings. She asked for his number at the end of the conversation and hurried away, waving back at him after a while. Later on, she got embarrassed after realizing she had never formally asked for his name.

Back at the picnic blanket, only Levy still had a sly smirk on her face. The rest were quite serious and looking rather impressed (although Levy's smirk offset this and nonetheless gave Lucy a bad feeling.) The blonde sat down, apprehensive.

Levy tittered. "Well done, Lucy! You've successfully convinced us!" She clapped Lucy on the back. The surprised girl looked around, and got annoyed as she realized she'd misread the looks on their faces. They were not impressed at all—rather, they looked as though they were trying to suppress laughter.

Lucy tactfully and primly decided to ignore this. "Thank you, although this was something I'd rather not be doing ever again. And thanks to some lies I had to make up, I have to hang out with him for the next six days!" The last thought got her rather disgruntled and made her think back to just earlier this morning—things had surely escalated quickly.

"Well, where are you going for your dates?"

"Huh?"

"Don't 'huh' me, Lucy! You know you can't just spend a week hanging out at the school!" chided Mirajane.

"Huh? I can't? Why not?"

Everyone—including Wendy—sighed at the clueless girl. "Well, how about you two hang out at that new mall? I think it was called Akihabara or something—I hear that recently it's become quite the hotspot for new couples!"

"Ooh, what should she wear? Ah, I saw this darling new outfit in her wardrobe the other day."

"Akihabara is really cool! I was there just the other day, they've got this totally smashing new restaurant."

"Ne, Lucy, would you let us curl your hair for this?"

"W-wait, Lucy-neesan, be sure not to eat at the family restaurant there, I think Mother got a part-time job there!"

The blonde looked at the scene with growing annoyance. Not only had her friends forced her into a bet that got her into dates she never wanted, they were now taking advantage of it and for the love of God, she could not take any more of this stupid situation.

"Um, guys, I don't think I feel so good," she interjected.

The others turned to her immediately, and for once had real concern plastered on their faces. "Oh, I'm sure I'm just fine. But do you mind if I go up to our room now? I don't need anyone to come with me," she added, as Wendy half-rose. "I'm fine. Just enjoy your lunch, I'll see you later."

The girls looked at her just a bit more before deciding to let her leave. The moment she turned around, she heard, much to her irritation, that they resumed the topic of what she should do on her date.


Once in their room, Lucy stomped towards her own personal desk and sat down. She drew her sketchpad towards her, flipped to an empty page, grabbed a pencil, and started to draw.

Yes, this is really soothing. I should have done this earlier—

Grab.

Throw.

And FLIP went the table.

"GRAAAAHH! THIS SITUATION IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING! DAMN CUTESY FRIENDS! MAKING ME GO ON DAMN DATES WITH DAMN PRETTY BOYS! FUCKING CLICHÉ SITUATION!"

There are many Lucy's. One was the calm, elegant painter. Another was the cheerful, helpful soon-to-be college girl. But neither was the real Lucy. The real Lucy was—

"FUCKING DAMN SHITTY LIFE!"

A hardcore delinquent.

And FLIP went a lot of other things.

This split personality had been born God knows how. As far as anyone, including herself, knew, Lucy had never been exposed to anything that could turn her this way. No pressure from high-expecting parents, no demanding limits, just a pretty much normal life save of course for her high skill in painting.

She didn't even know any sports and in fact was one of the weakest and least-coordinated students during P.E.

But none of that mattered when she was in her, so to speak, Yankee mode. She became the most terrifying, the most physically fit female you could ever imagine.

Right after she flipped over a helpless stuffed bunny she flopped heavily down on her bed, panting. A modicum of coolness calmed her rage. This situation wasn't so bad. She could've gotten a lot worst than a model. She could've gotten a total creep. And her friends were the best she could ever ask for, except when they put her through embarrassing incidents such as this one.

"Did you have another rage again?"

Lucy snorted. "You know you're not allowed in here," she said impatiently to the intruder.

It was Loke. He walked over to her bed and sat down on it, beside her lying form. "You sure broke your record for most number of things flipped in one sitting."

"Shut up."

Her elder brother was the only one who even knew this personality of hers existed. And to his credit, he tried his best to help her with it.

"You gotta be careful with this, Lucy. You never know when you might break out again," Loke cautioned.

"That phrased sounded wrong. You make it sound like I'm a prisoner or someone with a bad case of unpredictable acne," complained Lucy. Loke raised an eyebrow. "Nice comparisons. How'd you come up with them?"

"Oh, shut up," she said again.

They sat in silence for a while. Finally, Loke said, "So, where are you going with Gray tomorrow?"

"You heard that, huh? I knew you weren't asleep."

"Please. My sister-radar was buzzing so hard I couldn't have dozed off if I tried."

"I'm not sure if I'm appreciative or creeped out by that."

"Heh."

Another silence.

"You might wanna go to Akihabara," suggested Loke.

His sister turned around to face him. "That's what the girls said, too. Why would I want to go there?" she asked.

"Plenty of reasons. One, Gray doesn't have a clue about it."

"And how is that supposed to help me?"

"Picture him getting lost."

Lucy did, and burst out laughing. "You're right, I would wanna go there just for that."

"Thus proving that you are a sadist and that I was right about you. Man, I wish Laxus was here! I could finally prove to him that you aren't the great little sister he thinks you are."

"Oh, please. Just because Laxus-oniisama likes me more than you doesn't mean you get to ruin that."

"Hey, how come I don't get to be called oniisama?" Laxus was Lucy and Loke's elder brother whom both loved extremely and who's affections both fought over as children.

She playfully punched me. "You know, I'm ready to hear it."

Loke stared at her. "Hear what? Laxus' confession that he does like me more than you?"

"No," she said, all seriousness. "You're letting me go on a date with a guy you and I just met. Never mind that he's a model. What's your catch?"

They sat in another silence, longer than the others. At last, Loke simply remarked, "You know me too well."

Lucy stuck out her tongue.

"Well then, here's my condition. You ask Gray out, and you meet at Akihabara tomorrow…preferably at an early time. And—you don't show up."

His sister frowned. "Not show up? Alright, but—how is that going to benefit you or me?"

Loke shook his head. "Trust me on this one. You don't show up, and you send someone else."

"Someone else? Who?"

Loke stared at her. "I think it's time to call her again."


Hours later, at nine o' clock, Gray received a text message, which he felt was long overdue.

From: Lucy Heartfilia

To: Gray Fullbuster

Subject: Date tom

Hey there! ^_^ I was thinking that tomorrow we can meet up at Akihabara. 8 am good for you? Oh, and wear casual clothes :D we ARE going outside the school.

Reply quick ~

Sent: May 12, 20XX 21:12

Received: May 12, 20XX 21:14

Gray punched in a quick answer.

From: Gray Fullbuster

To: Lucy Heartfilia

Subject: Re: Date tom

Sure :) meet you there tomorrow, 8 am sharp! Can't wait—bye. Good night!

Sent: May 12, 20XX 21:17

Received: May 12, 20XX 21:20

He felt like doing a loud "YES!" but instead settled for a silent one, not wanting the other guys to think—they would be right, though—that he was very hung-up on this Lucy. To tell the truth, he was pretty sure he had a crush on her.

He went to bed before the rest of the guys, setting his alarm clock at 6:30 am, quite forgetting that in doing so he was bound to piss off the other guys by waking them up so early.


At twelve midnight, Loke got up from his bed and walked over to Gray's end table. He quietly changed the alarm clock setting to 7:30, knowing full well what he was doing.


He didn't even know how in hell he did this.

The alarm was buzzing and Gray faintly registered that the hour number was one higher than he'd meant it to be last night—HOLY SHIT, he'd woken up an hour later than he meant to, meaning—

He had less than thirty minutes to somehow change, brush his teeth, ask for directions to Akihabara, get to Akihabara, and look for Lucy there. After he was done freaking out.

He was never gonna remember this exact moment, but for Loke, who was the only guy then present at the incident, the memory was permanently branded into his mind. To put it in layman's terms, well—

Gray.

Fullbuster.

Spazzed.

He somehow got his clothes on (correctly, natch) and tumbled to the bathroom to get his teeth minty fresh.

He ran down the stairs as if he was in a Spongebob cartoon—and yes, that means he ran in a totally unflattering way, mercifully without the incessant and annoying laughter.

He hailed a taxi cab whose driver thankfully knew Akihabara (don't think that that's rare knowledge—Gray is the sole exception who doesn't know about it) and fifteen minutes since he'd woken up he was on his way.

He got there with about five minutes to spare.

After thanking the nice taxi driver who somehow knew that he was in a hurry, Gray started scanning the surprisingly large crowd. Almost instantly, he found the face he was looking for—sitting at a table outside of a coffee shop.

He walked over to her. "Hey, Lucy, sorry I'm—?"

The face looked up and Gray froze.

He could not of the life of him understand how he had mistaken this face for Lucy's. Yes, some features looked vaguely familiar—to his credit, though, the stranger's nose and Lucy's nose were exactly the same—but the rest was much too different. For one thing, the girl's hair was dark brown and longer than the blonde's—it fell almost to her waist. This girl's eyes were purple, and slightly wider. Her lips were devoid of any pink hue and was as pale as her skin. And she wore jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt, something Gray assumed Lucy would never wear.

The girl smiled sadly. "Did you think I was Lucy Heartfilia?"

"Ah—yeah," stammered Gray, surprised by the strange question yet nonetheless accepting it was appropriate.

"I get that a lot. I'm not though—but, I'm actually her cousin. My name is Evangeline. What's yours?"

"Oh, I'm Gray." He didn't include his surname as she had not as well, and she didn't seem bothered by this.

"Well, Mister-Probably-Completely-Mortified-Right-Now," smiled Evangeline, making Gray blush. "How'd you like to make it up to me by taking me out?"

"Um, sorry, but I kinda had plans—"

He stopped midsentence when his cell buzzed. He checked it and saw he had a new message from Lucy.

From: Lucy Heartfilia

To: Gray Fullbuster

Omg :( Sorry, Gray. Wendy ate something bad and threw up like a LOT. We have to take her to the hospital. Sorry for blowing you off. I PROMISE we'll hit Akihabara tomorrow.

Sent: May 13, 20XX 8:07

Received: May 13, 20XX 8:09

Gray turned to Evangeline. "You know what? That's not a bad idea at all."


"So, speaking in terms of if-I-had-a-quarter-for-every-time-it-happened, how often do you get mistaken for Lucy?"

Evangeline laughed. "You ask strange questions. Well, judging from that perspective…I'd probably have at least a cool fifty bucks."

Gray rapidly multiplied by four. "Two hundred? Geez, how could they? I mean for one thing, your hair color is totally different."

The brunette shrugged. "Lotsa talented artist are deemed insane. Lucy's been an uptight goody-two-shoes her whole painting career—they prolly figured it was only a matter of time before she did something crazy like dye her hair. Plus, I do look kinda like her."

Gray looked at her a bit more, then agreed. Indeed, if he had spotted her from afar, and had not noticed her hair color, she was quite the spitting image of Lucy.

"So, where do you wanna go?" he asked her. Evangeline continued to look inside the windows a bit, before spotting something. "Oh, look! They've gotten a new arcade! And holy shit, that shooter game looks awesome!"

That was another thing that Evangeline differed from Lucy—while the blonde was a polite and dignified persona, the brunette was completely loose with her language and none too careful about what she said. Although Gray would never have said this to anyone out loud, damn he preferred this loose personality.

As he half-ran, half-jogged along with her to the arcade, Evangeline asked Gray, "Hey, so why were you looking for Lucy, anyway? Did you know her?"

He pondered a minute what exactly their relationship was.

"Well, I'm just her sempai. She said that she wasn't comfortable around males, so I guess she just asked me out to get over that."

Gray didn't see the look on Evangeline's face, and if he had, he probably wouldn't have interpreted in correctly. "Really? From what I know according to the times we've spent together, Lucy seems pretty much relaxed around guys," replied Evangeline.

He neither considered nor registered the fact that the brunette was implying that Lucy had lied—he simply continued to run along with her in silence.

Once there, Evangeline wasted no time in getting a ton of tokens. (From the amount of money she had on her, Gray wondered if she did get a quarter every time she was mistaken for Lucy) She targeted the shooter game she had seen earlier immediately, and waved Gray over, indicating that he join her. He was very confident, and was silently smug, for it seemed that Evangeline did not know that shooter games were his specialty.

He was quickly proven wrong though, when she picked up the gun and started shooting every target in sight, not missing a single one and still somehow avoiding enemy fire. Gray would've probably just stood there and gaped at her if she had not stepped on his foot by mistake instead of the reload pedal. He shook his head briefly and picked up his gun.

Thirty minutes and ten rounds later, they walked away, Gray defeated, with the score (though it wasn't exactly a competition) ten-nothing. Needless to say, Evangeline had won.

In an attempt to reclaim some of his dignity, Gray pointed over to a new game. "Let's try that racing one," he suggested. She good-naturedly agreed, and although this was not part of the plan, he got creamed. Again.

He was not one to give up, however, though it seems he should've just accepted that she was better at this than he was than allow himself to get continuously embarrassed at each and every game they tried.

"That was fun!" said Evangeline hours later as they exited the arcade. She was carrying an enormous stuffed plushie—it looked like a green sock but she insisted it was a green snake—and Gray felt that in all his life he had never felt so beaten, even having to put up with his sister's annoyingly bigger-than-his fame.

He was fool to think, though, that Evangeline would not notice this. On the contrary, she was already thinking of a way to tactfully cheer him up. While she was bashing him at air hockey, he had let slip that he loved ice cream almost to a fault—so when she spotted an ice cream shop, she pointed at it. "Hey, Gray, do you feel like getting an ice cream? I hear that the owner gives free ice cream cones to couples!"

Gray blushed, but it had the intended effect on him. "Sure. But for the record, just because we hung out does not mean we are a couple."

Evangeline playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Dummy. I meant that we look like one."

They took a table outside of the shop and sat down, each holding an ice cream cone. Evangeline carefully put her plushie down on the table before licking hers.

They sat in silence for a while. Gray seemed to be thinking.

Suddenly, a guy with spiky blonde hair tripped right beside them. Gray stood up quickly to help him up. "Hey man, you okay?"

The blonde guy nodded. "Thanks."

Another guy appeared on the scene, and it seemed that the blonde dude knew him. This new guy had dark blue hair. "Sting-sama, how many times have I told you to be careful?" the bluenette chided him. The blonde shot him an angry look. "Too many times, Jean. Anyway, let's just go."

He looked back at Gray one more time and smiled. "Thanks again, man." The ravenhead nodded back at him and watched as they left. Once they were gone, Gray looked at Evangeline, eyebrow raised. "Weird guys," he said.

She didn't seem to be interested in it. "Mm."

An awkward silence pervaded the air. For the first time since this date started, Gray had nothing to say.

"Hey, Gray, do you like me?" asked Evangeline suddenly, and all too seriously.

He blushed deeply but answered quickly, "I do, but—but, um—"

"You do, but even though Lucy blew you off, you still like her, but everything is kinda complicated and you can't really answer."

"Um—yeah, but, um—"

"It's not that you don't like me or anything, it's just there's the situation with Lucy and even though you'd never admit it, you liked her first."

"Well—I suppose so, but—"

"You did have a lot of fun with me, more than you thought you might have with Lucy, but you'd feel guilty if you started liking me when you still have to hand out with her. Oh, and this is getting awkward, and can I please stop asking you these questions and basically reading your mind?"

To that, Gray had nothing to add. Instead he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Alright, I'm feeling that you have a point here, but I'm not sure I see it yet."

Suddenly, Evangeline burst out laughing. "Damn, Gray, you're too much fun to mess with. Loke was so right about this."

"What?" Suddenly Gray felt angry. "What did Loke have to do with this?"

She smiled at him. "I'll get to that later. Anyway, here's what I have to say—Lucy never blew you off. Wendy never threw up, they never had to take her to the hospital, and you never hung out with any real person called Evangeline."

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?"

In response, Evangeline pulled off from her head what was apparently a wig. She beamed.

"I'm Lucy, you dummy."

There were many things he could have said, from, "HOLY SHIT," to, "HOLY SHIT," and even "Holy. Shit."

Instead, he settled for saying nothing.

Evangeline—no, Lucy—seemed fully aware that he was angry yet did nothing to rectify it.

Then, he exploded with questions.

"But, your hair!"

"You saw the wig, didn't you?"

"Your eyes! Your skin?"

"Contacts, and makeup."

"The clothes!"

"Honestly, what do you think of me? That I wouldn't wear such casual clothes like this one?"

"The personality! The curse words!"

"I'm a pretty good actress, if I do say so myself. At the very least, good enough to keep you fooled for an entire day. And before you ask, yes, this was all planned by Loke."

"But why?"

Lucy leaned toward him. It gave him vertigo, the image of her having blonde hair and purple eyes, for she had not taken off her contacts yet.

"See, we never would've known what kind of a person you really were if you just hung out with me. If you'd hung out with me or Loke, you would've put up a façade or something just to make sure we think highly of you. We had to know how you'd treat a complete stranger, to see what you were really like. And for the record, I like you too, Gray."

He was too dumbfounded to say anything at the moment. Before he could even think of anything to say, though, Lucy suddenly fell forward onto the table.

"Lucy?" exclaimed Gray. "What's wrong?"

She looked up at him, smiling, although it was plain on her face that she was struggling with something. "W-well, this is the final test then, Gray. If you c-can accept this, then you'll prove that you are definitely a guy that can handle me."

"W-what? Why, what's h-happening?"

"It's okay, Gray." She was hyperventilating now. "No one will react when I do this. Loke cleared it with the owners of the mall and even the shoppers. I won't get in trouble."

"In trouble for what?"

In response, Lucy suddenly stood up and grabbed the table they were sitting it. She flung it upwards, and the unfortunate table flew high into the air.

"Fucking table! Just standing in the way!"

She grabbed her chair as well, and likewise threw it to who-knows-where. Like she had implied earllier, no one even gave them a second look.

Then she seemed to click back into normality. She turned to Gray and smiled, sadly. "This is who I really am, Gray. I'm a delinquent. And I can't date anyone who won't accept me for that."

She registered the shocked look on his face and started to cry. "I understand. This is too much for you to handle. I thought I'd found someone I liked, but—I-I'm sorry for putting you through this."

She ran away, leaving Gray behind.

He waited only a nanosecond before crying out, "Wait!"


Well that's done! And thank you for putting up with my lateness and for giving you this horribly short chapter. I'd like to take this opportunity to reply to my reviewers (EMGEE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT EFFECT YOU HAD ON ME)

Rockin' Angels- Thank you! Yeah, I agree, I don't normally like the obsessive character they give Juvia. You were right, except, well, lawl, Loke knows about it. I'm not sure yet if Zeref knows about it too. It's not a long review at all! And I'm glad that you did review.

Redbear108- Really? Haha, why is it funny? (Though I suppose I might have had the same reaction) Thanks!

The Blue Snow Bunny-Thanks! Here it is, then! (by the way, I love your username)

fairytaillover416-THANK YOU! And no, I don't plan to let her be arrested, haha. But thanks. (By the way, the number in your username is actually my birthday, April 16-4/16. WHEE!)

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YOU ARE ALL UNDENIABLY SEXY OMFG THANKS FOR WAITING THIRD CHAPTER COMING NEXT WEEK I THINK