03
Meetings in the Morning
"Lucy..."
"Lucy~"
"LUCY!"
My eyes managed to shoot open only to shut closed once more at the harsh light directed into them. I shrieked in absolute pain, withering in my bed as I clawed at my eye sockets.
I opened my mouth to cry out about my situation, only to find my throat was starch dry.
Which meant only one thing.
It was the morning.
Gross.
I. hate. mornings.
They're horrible. You're tired, throat's dry, eyes are heavy, mind is cloudy, 'everything' is cold in the winter and hot in the summer, life just sucks from 5 to 10 am. Every single day.
That's why I try to wake up at 12 in the afternoon. Though I still have the terrible symptoms.
"WAKE UP WAKE UP~!" Someone began pounding roughly on my cosy comforter, making my bed bouncy slightly. I groaned in reply, wanting to beat the person's head in.
"Well I guess I'll just have to try plan B then." The person sighed, and I turned around, trying to suffocate myself into the pillow. If I died then I wouldn't have to wake up, right?
Bad Lucy, suicide is not the answer!
Right as that thought left my brain, I felt myself being picked up. My eyes instantly opened and my mind quickly became alert as I tried to process my surroundings.
"W-Whaat!" I screamed, my hands slamming into the person as they threw me over their shoulder. I screamed once more when their HAND landed on my ASS as they began carrying me.
"Ow ow owowowww!―" They cried as I violently punched them in the shoulder and back of the neck, jerking around wildly, my face ex-tremely hot.
"Don't touch me there!~" I wept, never before exposed to such...embarrassing acts. Not every morning was I woken up to be held like a sack of potatoes then inappropriately touched.
And I'm pretty such my mother is not the one holding me right now...
So...
"Who the hell ARE you?" I finally calmed down, and the person let me go, making me flail in midair until I managed to fall into my comfortable beanbag chair, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as I was left unharmed.
"Don't tell me you forget me that easily!" The voice whined, and I looked up sharply to see my suspicions correct.
A lump formed in my throat as I stared up, guilt gnawing at my stomach. I averted my gaze when he shot an accusing glare my way, knowing why he was ticked off.
"Hey...Natsu..." I greeted weakly, my eyes raking my room to avoid eye contact. He huffed in response, and my eyes finally landed on my alarm clock.
!
Oh...my god.
Oh my god.
Oh. My. God.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? IT'S FIVE IN THE MORNING YOU ASSHOLE!" I screamed bloody murder, not feeling so tired anymore as I skyrocketed up to punch him in the cheek. He 'oof'd' in reply, falling over and crash landing into my dresser, knocking over many of my precious items.
This can't be happening. Why me. Why now. Why at five in the morning?!
"What is your problem?" He growled, picking himself up and dusting his weird shirt off. He sent me a harsher glare, his onyx orbs filled with irritation.
"What's my problem? Don't you know you should NEVER wake a girl up at five in the morning!" I yelled in reply, not understanding why he was so angry at me. I should be the one angry, not him!
"Don't you know you should never ditch people who need you!" He sneered, distrust flashing through his eyes. I stood straight and shut my mouth in surprise, not expecting that answer from him.
"Yeah didn't think so. Like what the hell?! I fall from the freaking sky and obviously need your help, and all you do is run away when I'm not looking!" He suddenly accused, walking towards me with disbelief clouding around him.
"Sorry," I mumbled under my breath, hanging my head in shame. I could hear his footsteps growing closer and closer, my body sinking slowly into itself as fear clouded my mind.
"Yeah you better be! I'm lucky I was able to track you from this!" Suddenly I felt something being dropped into my hands. I looked up, staring in surprise at my lunch box.
"I left this?" I asked quietly, staring at it closely. Natsu nodded gruffly, eying me carefully.
"And wait―what do you mean you tracked me from it?" I looked back up to him sharply, fear trying to enter my mind once more.
"My nose," He stated simply, pointing towards his nose like it was obvious. "I just took a whiff of your bag and then tracked the scent back here. Though it took a really long time, so many people are up at two in the morning!" The pinkette complained loudly, crossing his arms once more as his eyebrows furrowed.
"Two in the morning?!" My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Did you get any sleep?" I asked, concern filling me. If he didn't sleep at all in the past twenty four hours...he could pass out any moment from over exhaustion.
"Nope," he answered truthfully, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He looked towards me, his eyebrow arching. "Why are you so...worried about it? I'm fine." He asked, his tone suspicious. I put a hand on his arm, staring him straight in the eye.
"Because it's unhealthy and will affect your state of mind! You need to get to bed―right now!" I commanded, shooing him towards the very small futon in the corner of my room. He instantly resisted, his heels digging into the carpeted floor.
"Wait wait wait. If I get to sleep, why can't I sleep in your bed?" He turned towards me, his eyes gleaming with yearn. I felt my face turn slightly pink, a scowl coming onto my features.
"No way am I letting a boy sleep in my bed!" I refused, shaking my head fervently. "This is the first time a boy has been in my room alone!" I squeaked, my face rushing with color once again at the thought.
"Wow I'm having a lot of your firsts, aren't I?" He suddenly looked at me with an immature smirk, his eyebrows wiggling up and down suggestively. "Haha that sounded wrong!" He laughed boisterously, irritating and embarrassing me.
"Yes it did, so please kindly refrain from saying it again!" I bonked him on the head, huffing. Honestly, he's wasting my time on his stupid jokes, and I have to get ready for scho―
SCHOOL!
"Oh crap!" I rushed over towards my dresser, quickly opening most of the drawers. I scanned through the limited selection of clothing in them, pulling out my Fairy Tail Academy uniform, containing the dreadful yellow sweater top and ugly dull gray pants.
I almost began undressing right then and there, though thank the gods I remembered that a male was standing right in front of me. I blushed, looking up to see his back towards me, the tips of his ears red.
"I'm decent...sorry about that." I apologized, though it touched me that he had instantly turned away and scored him some much needed points.
"O-Okay..." He mumbled, turning back towards me, red still dashed across his cheeks. I couldn't muffle my giggle at how embarrassed he became, amusement filling me.
He looked away grouchily, his pink cheeks puffing out.
"I...guess you can get some sleep in my bed while I go change and go to school..." I mumbled uncertainly, staring down at the ground. Natsu sharply looked at me, hope shining in his eyes.
"Really?" He asked in excitement, fist pumping the air. "Thanks Luce!" He said gratefully, jumping and landing on my bed. I felt my eyebrow twitch in annoyance, an urge to kick him growing intensely.
"Shut up, jeez.." I huffed, turning on my heel and storming out of the room. I walked down the corridor towards the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind me as I stared at my tired face in the mirror.
I sighed at the bags under my eyes, rubbing at my eyes. I picked up the brush sitting on the counter, raking it through my rat's nest of hair. I winced at the harsh tugging, rubbing at my scalp before finally changing into my uniform.
I picked up my pyjama pants and tank top, throwing them into the small frog hamper in the corner of the room. I smiled at how quickly I managed to complete everything, reaching for my toothbrush.
I brushed quickly, making a few silly faces in the mirror for good measures. I giggled at myself, spitting the paste out and washing out my mouth.
I walked back out and peered into my room to see Natsu's back facing me, the covers rising and falling slowly with his sleepy breaths. I smiled softly, closing my door and walking out down the stairs.
I realize that maybe this isn't such a good idea...keeping a complete stranger in my house. Where he could possibly...murder me. But Natsu didn't honestly seem like a killer, and when I got home from school we would definitely talk about his...circumstances. Because no way is he staying here if I don't get an explanation for why he fell from the sky.
"Good morning Lucy,"
"Morning Mom,"
...
Oh crap.
When I saw Natsu's face I completely forgot about my mother.
Oh crap...
I can't leave my mother here with NATSU in my room sleeping in my BED. She might take it the wrong way!
My face burned at that embarrassing thought. I would never be able to look my mother in the eye if she thought...that I...
"Lucy?"
Thank the lord she caught me before I could think of the...unspeakable... I shot my head up, looking at her with a weak smile.
"I was just about to come up there and wake you, I'm surprised you're up this early." She said, her brown eyes turning suspicious. I let out a weak laugh, digging into my cereal before she could question me further.
"I feel like...everything's changed starting today, you know?" I said simply, though I seriously felt that...but in a different, not so happy way.
What if Natsu burns my kitchen down?
Or what if he burns my MOM?!
"Hey mom?"
"Yes honey?
"Why don't you go out today? Just...do some shopping or whatever?" I smiled, urging her telepathically to say yes.
Her eyes clouded in thought, her index finger pausing on her chin. "Hmm...well, I guess going out wouldn't be so bad." She gave me a slight smile, her brown eyes filling with happiness. I smiled genuinely, happy to see my mom so happy.
"Gotta go, bye!" I called, picking up my lunchbox and dumping some goods into it before racing out of my house, fingers crossed, praying Natsu would do as told and not stray from my room.
Better yet, I hope he stays asleep for the whole time.
That'd be much better.
{No one else can break my heart like you;
Yay, I'm surprised this only took a day to write..it came so easily owo when I write in first person I am absolutely horrible at humor...and I find the lamest things funny so if it isn't funny I'm sorry ;-;
but it was my friends birthday and she was like 'Look at my presents! I'm so excited to open them!~"
And her dad was like 'they might not even be presents.'
me: yeah, they might be...a sack of potatoes.
her dad: yeah or―
(at the same time)
him: dead puppies.
me: children.
her: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: YOU GUUUUUUYSSSS
I couldn't stop laughing bwahaha xD
Please review if you enjoyed, and any guesses on who the person was last chappy? hoho~
