A/N: I am still getting my shit together, sorry for any slow updates and messes.

SUMMARY: Nobody feels quite the same after meeting Lucy Heartfilia. Sometimes she will stay for eternity, and sometimes she won't. Most people want to hold onto her forever, and somehow, Sting happened to be one of them. Sting Eucliffe, daring, flirtatious, clever, and down-right enamored of Lucy. Then again, it seemed everyone felt that way towards her. So maybe it wasn't them, maybe it was her.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fairy Tail, all besides the plot and OCS is rightly owned by Mashima Hiro

Typed On: September 2014

Words: 1,518

October, 2019

After their lunch together, they decided to go walk around downtown.

Lucy pointed at multiple stores. "Look, they got some Halloween decorations out already."

Sting nodded, breathing heavily. Just to watch the puffs of air come out.

"You cold?" Lucy questioned, moving a little closer to him. So their shoulders touched.

He shook his head. "You?"

Lucy has been shivering under her coat for the past five minutes but did her best to not show it.

"Nope! I'm toasty under here."

Sting flashed her an uneasy look. "Would give you my hoodie, but then I'd be cold too."

So, it wasn't going to be like a movie today. Lucy could deal with that, she is experienced enough to know life never really is.

At one point, she surrendered and asked to go into some store with heating.

"Out of all the stores, a book store? And most of all, used books?" He expressed loudly. Earning him a slap on the back of the head from Lucy.

"Don't say that, that's rude! Plus, they're all in decent condition." Lucy hissed.

Sting rubbed his head and gazed around the store. No genre interested him, the labels made him groan.

But Lucy looked around, pulling out books and putting them back after a quick scan.

Finally, after a few minutes, Lucy tightened her scarf and signaled Sting to leave.

"Is that Natsu's scarf?" Sting asked.

Lucy placed her gloved hands on the scarf and nodded. "He gave it to me when I went to study abroad in England. We both thought I would be gone for a while, but I quit the program after a year and came back here. But I refused to give it back,"

Then she smiled, "Or more like, he refused to take it back."

Sting nodded. There was always something more to know about Lucy.

"Does that necklace hold any significance?"

"Huh?"

Lucy pointed at the silver chain with a dragon and a sword hanging on it. It was around his neck, and the only piece of jewelry he wore. Though she swore he wore piercings when they first met.

"Oh, yeah. Kinda, I had it since I was a little kid."

That was it, Lucy knew he wouldn't talk much, even if she asked more questions. They'll be short. His answers were never much.

They walked for another hour, just enjoying their town's beauty in the chilly weather.

Of course, not much talking was exchanged either. One either talked too much, and the other too little. Maybe that was just them.

At one point, when they were just about to end their walk, Sting's housemate popped out of no where.

"Oh, Sting! I tried texting you, and oh," he backed up from Sting and glanced at Lucy. "Lucy, I suppose?"

She smiled and nodded. "Rogue?"

He nodded, and stuck his hand out. Which she gladly shook.

"I heard a lot about you." Lucy mentioned when he joined in on their walk.

Rogue raised his eyebrows.

"Really now?" He questioned, clearly surprised.

"Well actually," Lucy bit her lower lip. "Not much!"

Instead of looking disappointed, he laughed. "There's not much of me to know. I'm pretty much an opened book."

Sting gave a small snort.

"That is a major lie. Rogue, you're one of the most stoic, quiet, and mysterious people I know. Even this many years in our friendship, I can't figure out what you like to eat."

"Yeah! That's what Sting has been telling me." Lucy told him.

Rogue smiled, then checked his watch.

"Well, it was great meeting you. My lunch break is over, talk to you later." And he scurried away.

Finally, they reached Erza's cafe.

As usual, it was warm and smelled like cinnamon in there.

Lucy hugged a few people, Sting waving at some friends but stuck with Lucy.

"How 'bout some hot chocolate? For the two of you, on me." Mirajane offered.

Sting muttered a thank you, and got nudged by Lucy.

She gave him a look that signaled for him to say it louder.

"Thank you!" He said louder.

Mirajane waved her hand. "It's fine! Any friend of Lucy is a friend of mine." And flashed a warm smile.

The two blondes sat at the bar, not saying a word.

"Here are some sweet drinks for sweet people, enjoy!"

"So," Lucy began, staring at the two small marshmallows in her drink. "How was your day?"

Even if she was with him for majority of it, he was the type of person to laugh even if he didn't find it funny.

Sting cupped his mug and smiled a little.

"Not that bad, a bit chilly bu-"

"So you admit to being cold!" She pointed her finger out, despite them being basically shoulder to shoulder.

He shrugged. "Yeah-yeah. . . I admit. You caught the great Sting being cold in the middle of fall. Caught me."

Lucy giggled, and drank her hot chocolate.

"However, let me finish. You dragged me around this part of town, on some cold weather. You knocked some sense into my head, and I may or may not be happy with this drink."

"It's not good?" Lucy gasped.

"Kidding, it's great." He chugged it down and grinned.

Mirajane then popped out of nowhere and clapped her hands.

"I put something in there for you."

Sting had a confused look and sipped the last of it.

"Creme de Menthe?"

There was a loud gasp, and Mirajane nodded her head enthusiastically. "How did you know?"

"I drank it a few times, was a bartender for a while too." He casually replied.

"You put liquor in his drink?" Lucy asked, looking down at her mug intently.

"Don't worry," Mirajane said, slipping a few more marshmallows into her drink. "Only the normal ingredients in yours, plus fluffy goodness."

Lucy glanced at her really quickly and then back down.

"I think I'm ready to go home, how about you, Sting?"

She didn't look too good.

Mirajane frowned, and took her cup away and placed it on a nearby tray.

"You okay?"

Lucy nodded and stood up. "Come on, Sting. Thank you, Mira. I'll see you later. Let's go." Her voice was quick.

Sting was worried, and he impulsively wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She seemed to be swaying before he did.

"Thank you a whole lot, Sting."

"Anytime." He muttered, the two walking out.

Cold air rushed to them, and they both shivered.

"Your house, right? Got your keys?" Sting questioned.

She nodded and patted her pocket. "Got 'em."

Together, they walked a few blocks. But finally called over a cab. It got a lot colder during the time they were in the warm cafe. Too cold for Sting in his single hoodie and Lucy with her thin pants.

"Sorry, I just recalled some things and didn't feel too good." She fell onto his side, and wasn't feeling enough energy to get up.

"It's alright, the hot chocolate wasn't that good with the liquor. It was too minty for me. I wanted something warm. Like this." He softly tilted his head and it laid on hers.

Lucy smiled and tried to breathe out of her stuffy nose.

"Damn it, I got sick."

"Is Levy home?" Sting got to meet her once, briefly. She was real petite, but had a strong voice. She was a good person.

Lucy pulled out her phone and texted Levy. A minute later, Levy replied.

"She will be in another hour. She'll leave work early."

"I'll just stay with you until then."

She got off him, as they were closing in to her house.

"Thanks, again." Lucy said, paying the taxi fee and getting out first.

The wind blew fiercely, and it took a bit for her to come up the steps and unlock the door.

When the door flung open, the two rushed in. Took in a deep breath, and turned on the heat immediately.

"Well, Sting Eucliffe, welcome to my crib." She joked, with a stuffy and pink nose.

A/N: I've joined all these clubs, and have volleyball. Also, my ASL class has so many projects! I got about an hour or two to myself now, so don't expect an update any time soon!

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