OMG I have to say, this is the fastest update I have done that is a long chapter. And yes, fangirls, this is the chapter where NATSU COMES IN! XD But he's not really in this one much but in the later chapters, he will be. I promise you on that one!

And just as a warning, there will be NaLu and JeRza, maybe GaLe but I don't know on that one. So don't worry! They will end up together!

Oh! And one more thing: there is a mention of a song in here, so if you want to listen to it, the song's Crash world by Hilary Duff. The same song in the actual movie btw ^^!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail or A Cinderella Story. Just my two OC's.


Note: Thoughts

Chapter Three

.:The in's and out's of Fairy High:.

After the lecture from Annabelle, Lucy walked out of the pool patio, desperately wanting to get out of the heavy, snooty atmosphere. Her father never raised her to be rude or bossy, his morals were much similar to his wife, Layla, who died in the process of giving birth to the bubbly blonde. Jude was the kind of man that would be proud of Lucy, even if she embarrassed the family; there would always be a smile on his face no matter what. After all, in Lucy's eyes, Jude was the best dad in the entire world, no doubt.

Taking the lawn as a shortcut, Lucy jogged across to reach the front door of the house, the sprinklers hitting her, water spraying everywhere. A shriek emitted from the blonde, her arms covering her hair. Lucy looked for the faucet of the outside water and ran towards it, turning the knob all the way to stop the flow of aqua. Looking up from her book, Annabelle took notice that Lucy was trying to stop the water from watering the healthy, green grass. A small grunt came from Annabelle, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

"No, honey, leave those on! The lawn's looking a little brown!" Annabelle spoke, staring at the blonde.

"Annabelle! We're supposed to be conserving water! We're in the middle of a drought!" Lucy exasperated, looking back at her step-mother.

Indeed, the entire city was in a drought. No drop of water had touched the city's soil in over a couple of months. Lawns of the suburbs started turning brown, some lawns' grass even shriveled up into nothing but dirt in order to conserve the little water that the city already had. Overall, most folks had stopped using an abundance of their water. Keyword: most.

Giving a sigh and a shake of her head, Annabelle spoke in a tired voice, "Droughts are for poor people. You think J-Lo has a brown lawn?". She continued to read from her salmon book. Lucy gave an annoyed groan and shot up from her crouched position and ran back towards the front door, shutting it with a slam.

"People who use extra water have extra class!" Annabelle shouted, while grabbing her plate of salmon. She then took a piece of salmon, poked it with her fork, but it landed on her chest. She looked down to her chest, grabbed the piece of salmon with her fingers and popped the fish in her mouth, chewing it and reading her book once more, ignoring the fact she had missed her mouth completely.

Lucy ran out of her house through the front door, her hands occupied with a jacket resting on her left arm, a textbook in her left hand, her right hand holding her car keys and slung over her shoulder was her backpack. Rushing, she unlocked her car, her father's old light blue mustang. She was happy that Annabelle decided to give her the car. In Annabelle's eyes it was perfectly fine for "an average normal tomboy" as Lucy was referred to. Truth be told, Lucy wasn't a tomboy, more like a tougher girl but not mannish or buff. She still was girly, just not as excessive.

Opening the front door, she dropped her books and bag in the back of the car. Grabbing the baseball hat in the passenger's seat, she placed it on her head, snuggily fitting her, and proceeded to turn on the 'stang and closed the driver's door. As she turned on the car, she looked up to see if Karen and Angel watching her like the hawks they were. Thank god! Lucy thought. I don't need to be watched 24/7!

Blasting the radio, one of her favorite songs was on, the last couple of lyrics playing. Lucy began to reverse the car backwards out of the driveway, onto the road, and drive away from her hell of a home. Lucy started to sing along with the radio. Ironically, the lyrics fit her mood and life perfectly.

Go on!

Get out of my head!

I'm on the wrong side of a parallel universe.

Am I alive or just dead?

I've been stumbling in the dark,

Living in a crash world.

(Crash world!)

(Yeah, yeah!)

After driving a couple of blocks out of the suburbs, the town came into view, as well as her destination she dreaded to get to.

Her father's diner. Only this time, it was like the 1950's time period had thrown up all over the place.

The diner didn't even look like Jude's anymore; the large arrow sign with JUDE'S in big bold letters was replaced with a pink rectangular sign, it's neon red lighting spelling out ANNABELLE'S. The traditional yellow and green siding was colored a bubblegum pink, sickening to the eyes, and a wall was painted in a 50's style; a redhead with short, curly hair laying down on the beach in a bikini. Classy to Annabelle, but not for Lucy.

The interior of the diner was refurbished when Jude died; everything themed in a 1950's style; a jukebox at the far end of the entrance playing old songs no one knew about anymore, the green-cushioned pedestals placed for the forest-green over hanged countertop now a metallic chrome with leather pink cushioning, tables colored pearl white with the additional salt and pepper shakers made of glass and metal.

Even the uniform for the waitresses had changed, from the old yellow and green lining dress, simple in design, to now a complicated 50's grease sock hop pink and black poodle dress with white roller blades as part of the uniform.

Lucy hesitantly parked the car, grabbed her things and went inside, seeing customers already eating their breakfast when she opened the door.

Elfman, the chef, was cooking in his kitchen, whistling whilst throwing pancakes up in the air and flipping them as well. The sound of his pancakes being pressed onto the stove, a sizzling yet bubbly sound, colliding with the jukebox playlist was the only thing heard besides the mutters of the diner's customers and Cana, who was yelling at someone on the phone, talking sassy back. She stood close to the cash register, which was positioned to be right near the entrance and exit of the diner. Her right leg cocked to the side and her foot tapping the black-and-white checkered flooring.

"You call that grade A beef-! Well that cow must've cheated on his test!" Cana said, ending the call and placed the diner's phone back into its holder. She ruffled up her curled, brown, silky locks of hair, giving a long "Mmmhmmm!" and proceeded to help the customers, ignoring all the looks she got.

Other waitresses in the diner included Juvia and Mirajane. Mira, who worked full-time, had gotten Elfman, her brother, a job at ANNABELLE'S, more specifically the chef's role. She was one of the skillful waitresses, who perfected her job and rollerbladed at the same time without dropping any dish. Juvia, on the other hand, worked part-time, like Lucy, but was more of a klutz, dropping at least one piece of silverware each week and banging her head on the bar-like countertop when rollerblading underneath it.

"Pick up!" Elfman shouted, banging the order bell near the shelf. The smell of salmon emitted from the kitchen, reeking the room of fish. Cana walked into the kitchen, smelling the room, her nose scrunching up in disgust and proceeded on speaking.

"Elfman, that's enough with the salmon! You already made salmon-omelet, salmon-soup, and salmon pudding! C'mon!" She exasperated. Elfman looked her in the eyes then grabbed something from underneath the stove, attracting Cana's undivided attention.

A giant salmon was pulled out. Elfman used his hands to make the salmon talk. In a whiny but funny voice, he said, "Help me! Annabelle wants to eat me!".

A chuckle came out of Cana's lips. "Oh that's nasty!" Cana laughed, pointing her finger at the aquatic dead animal.

"Bite me Cana!" Elfman squeaked, Cana quickly walking out of the kitchen, squeaking an "Ewww!".

Cana walked out of the kitchen, almost bumping into Juvia. "Juvia, your order's up!". Said girl nodded and slowly skated away. "Coming! I got it!" she said, grabbing her order. She turned around quick, expecting to turn gracefully, but ended up slipping and tripped over her own feet, her order falling onto the ground and the first plate of the week gone.

"Safe!" Elfman shouted, his arms above his head in a "V" motion, witnessing the entire scene from the kitchen.

Cringing from the disaster, Cana let out an "Ooh!", her face scrunched up in worry before handling the customers in front of her. "I'm okay!" Juvia exclaimed from the floor, getting up with much trouble, slipping every chance she got her feet to steady.

"Droy, how you doing?" Cana smiled, grabbing a pen and paper from underneath the counter. "Perfect." He replied, folding his newspaper up.

"So, cheese omelet, extra bacon crispy, blueberry muffin and a Coke." Cana said, already knowing what Droy's regular meal is in the mornings.

"Oh! Make it a diet! I'm trying to watch my weight." He said, leaning in and raising his eyebrows in a knowing manner. Cana raised her head slowly, stiffly but said, "Oh, it ain't going no where." She shook her head and walked to the kitchen shelf, where the orders were placed.

A ding from the kitchen rung. "Pick up these salmon waffles!" Elfman shouted.

A waitress, holding a plastic container filled with dirty dishes, was going from table to table, rollerblading, grabbing all the dishes left out on the tables. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun. Cana, noticing the girl, watched her. Cana's smile faltered at the sight, seeing just who was waitressing.

"Lucy, what are you still doing here?" Cana said, walking over to the working blonde. "I'm almost done." Lucy replied calmly, picking up another plate.

"You're gonna be late for school!"

"I'll get there! Annabelle'll be ballistic if I don't get this done."

Cana cocked her hip to the side, and crossed her arms, raising one of her eyebrows, "I couldn't care less about Annabelle. What I care about is your education."

"But!-"

"She's got you gettin' up at the crack of dawn like some kind of rooster."

"But I-"

"Your dad would want you at school, not here!"

"Bu-"

"No more buts!" Grabbing the plastic container out of Lucy's hands, Cana continued, "You just leave Annabelle and her big butt to me!"

Lucy stared at Cana, unsure if she should follow her instructions, before a smile cracked onto Lucy's face. "Thanks Cana."

"Get!" Cana jerked her thumb towards the exit, her head glancing at the entrance for a second but not for long. Lucy skated her way to her things, which were left on the side counter top, took them and exited the building, slipping off the uniform and wore her baseball cap while walking towards the blue mustang.


Around a suburban neighborhood, a mustang pulled up in front of a tan colored house, a.k.a the Fernandes' household. With a beep of the car horn, she craned her neck to see a man, around middle age, was cleaning his old car. Lucy, trying to remember what the kind of car he owned but couldn't, sighed and hollered to the man, "Hey! Looking good Mr. Fernandez!"

Looking away from his baby, Mr. Fernandez saw Lucy in her light blue mustang. "Man's best friend is his Mercedes, Lucy." He said, wiping away invisible dirt that wouldn't go away. Nodding her head, Lucy smiled, "I'll remember that!"

The front door of the Fernandez household opened and out came Jellal, Lucy's childhood best friend, who was and still is a social outcast of their high school, along with Lucy as well. He was dressed in a red shirt, red pants, black sunglasses over his eyes, gold chains hanging from his neck and his backpack slung over his shoulder. Jellal was walking towards Lucy's car, while studying, or in his case, "acting" out a scene in the script he was holding, repeating and emphasizing words.

"Anything is possible if you just belie-" he paused then repeated the line once more, but slower, "Anything is possible is you just belie-"

"Audition today, son?" Mr. Fernandez said, glancing at his son. "Yeah, uh, 5 o'clock, alright? Tell ma!" Jellal said in a ghetto accent. "Knock 'em dead!" Mr. Fernandez said, encouraging his son in a helpful manner.

Walking towards Lucy's car, Jellal was about to open the passenger's door when he took a good look at the car. Shaking his head, Jellal turned his head and said to his father in a ghetto accent, "Dad!" Said man looked up from the cleaning of the front left tire. "Now, do you see what I have to go to school in! No offense Lucy seriously but, don't you feel sorry for me?"

Mr. Fernandez looked at his son, then said "No, I feel sorry for the three cars we got you that you towed." Giving a why-the-hell-does-it-matter face, Jellal gave up, muttering an "Okay, alright" in the process and opened the passenger's door. Slamming it shut, he shook his head, sat down and waited for the 'stang to move, only for Lucy to interrupt.

"Jellal, what are you wearing?" Lucy said, disappointed at her friends choice of clothes. Jellal gave an offended look, "What! This is my Snoop Dizzle look!". Lucy looked him over again and with wide eyes, she said, "I cannot drive you to school like that."

Jellal took off his shades dramatically, "Lucy! I am a method actor, okay and this," he pointed to his clothes, "is part of my training."

"Yes, I know, I know, but," grabbing the red hat adorned on his head, she started again, "look at this!" Shaking the hat in her hand, she waved it around Jellal's face, just to get the point across from him.

Jellal gave in, reaching for the side door, and opened it, and pushed it outwards, "Alright, take two!"


The Fairy Tail High School, or also known as Fairy High, was filled with students on campus. Some doing their homework, others walking and talking with their friends. Overall, ranges of different grades were spread all over the place. The announcements went off.

"Buenos Dias Fighting Fairies! Here's your daily drought reminder to conserve agua. Cut your showers short. Brownie points go to Mr. Wakaba who hasn't had one in weeks." Erza said, with an aura of positivity. "And don't forget! Today's your last chance to get tickets for the big Halloween homecoming dance! Woop dee do! You too can dress up like someone your not for a change. I mean-"

"I pledge of allegiance," interrupted Mrs. Grandine, at the last minute realizing where Erza was gonna lead the announcements to. Erza jumped when she heard Mrs. Grandine talk into the microphone. Erza started to say the pledge as well, "to the flag of the United States of America. And to the republic, for which it stands. One nation, under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all."

"Pre-mode parking spot right there!" Jellal said, pointing to a slot in the student parking lot. Lucy turned the car towards the direction. Giggles could be heard from another car, a girl saying, "Get the slot! Get the slot!" Just as Lucy was about to take the slot, another car, colored pink, took it with quickness and no hesitation, taking up two slot spaces.

"Lucy watch out! Watch out!" Jellal said, the mustang stopping at a jolt. "You snooze, you lose!" the girls said, laughing menacingly at Jellal and Lucy. Lucy rested her arm on the side door, her head leaning against her hand. She shook her head and proceeded to watch the popular girls get out of the car.

All of them dressed up preppy-like, but the middle girl stood out. "We'll, if it isn't Kimberlie Adams and her ladies in waiting." Jellal muttered to himself, Lucy also hearing his snarky comment. Kimberlie, Evergreen and Minerva walked out, all standing around like the school girls they were.

"Kimberlie wants me so bad." Jellal said, Lucy looking over to him. "You've never even talked to her before." Lucy said, saying the utter truth. Jellal looked over to Lucy, "Oh, I've talked to her, okay. In my mind." Lucy shook her head and looked out the side window. "Let me tell you, in my mind, she wants me so bad." Jellal said, watching Kimberlie ruffle her dirty blonde hair, in a flirtatious way.

"Jellal, you can do so much better than Kimberlie Adams, even in your mind." Lucy said, pointing a hand to Kimberlie, who was giggling with her friends, then looking at Jellal, who was looking off to the other side of the parking lot. He glanced around before seeing another possible spot open.

"Oh! There's a spot!" He mumbled, watching a car reverse in direction and drive out of the way. "Got it!" Lucy muttered, driving towards the spot, but like before, another car had taken the spot, a Mercedes-Benz G-Klasse. "Come on!" Lucy shouted.

Now, guys came out of the car, one getting out of the passenger's seat, the other from the back seat. Both of them were laughing, pointing their fingers at Lucy and Jellal. Gray and Gajeel.

But the last guy, the driver of the Mercedes-Benz, came out of his car. His hair was ruffled, spiked in all different directions, and his clothes were a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He slammed the driver's door, and locked his car with a click of a button.

To Lucy, everything was in slow motion. He walked slower, his glance at her was slower, time just had to play with her today. She shook her head and looked to her left, Great, he's here. Her imagination was cut off short by Kimberlie.

"Natsu!" Kimberlie giggled, walking over to her boyfriend. Said guy looked up towards the sound and watched her getting closer to him.

"I swear, people like Kimberlie and Natsu are genetically programmed to find each other. How can so much ego be in one relationship?" Lucy said, watching the group of teens converse in talking. "Imagine what they say about you." Jellal said, looking in the direction where Lucy's eyes were.

Lucy scoffed, "They don't even know I exist."

Minerva noticed the two talking in the car, "Ewww! Stalkerrazzi at three o'clock!" Everyone in the group turned to Lucy and Jellal, who stopped talking and listened to what they said. Kimberlie saw them and grabbed a school bullhorn, "The white zone is for cool people only. No geeks." With a satisfied smile, she heard her friends laugh.

"Hey uh, Diner Girl? Can I get a breakfast burrito to go? Thank you!" yelled Gajeel, Gray laughing along with his joke.

"And you thought they didn't know you exist?" Jellal said, watching them laugh and giggle. Lucy shook her head and started up the car once more and drove into the next aisle of cars, "Right."


So, how much more of a bitch is Annabelle and Kimberlie to you on a scale of 1 being nice and 10 being OMG mega bitch! XD I actually had a lot of fun on this chapter, I don't know why though :/

Anyways, please read and review!

~LLS