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BroTP: Grayza

Summary: Sometimes it takes a man to step in and be the woman.

Genre: Friendship/Humor

Notes: Erza isn't the best when it comes to love. High School AU.


"Erza, I thought I'd never have to say this to you," Gray said, exchanging notebooks in his locker.

Beside him, his scarlet haired best friend was doing the same. "What's that?"

"You're such a wimp!"

Erza slammed her locker and then forced Gray against his by the collar of his jacket. "Want to run that by me again?"

"I think Jellal is watching," Gray said, focusing on something behind the woman.

Erza gasped and released Gray as he slid to the ground with a thud, metal clanking behind him on the way down. She looked around nervously, her face matching her hair, as she straightened herself out, looking for her blue-haired crush. When she didn't find him and heard Gray stand up chuckling from the ground, she turned on him with a menacing aura.

"You tricked me," she seethed.

"That's what I was talking about!" Gray told her, flicking her forehead. She snapped at him. "You don't even have the balls to ask him to homecoming. You're a total wimp when it comes to dudes."

"I can still kick your ass," she growled.

"You can kick everyone's ass," he said, rolling his eyes. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"What's your point?" she asked, crossing her arms over her white button-down top clad over her rather large chest.

"You've been in love with that guy since, like, kindergarten," he told her. "Grow a pair and ask him to homecoming, or I'll do it for you."

She pursed her lips. "Are you threatening me?"

"I think of it more as a form of incentive," he said, smirking.

Erza huffed before grabbing the sleeves of his long, white jacket, pulling them down over his hands, and then slamming the ends in his locker so that he was trapped.

"Erza!" he barked, struggling to slide free. He stopped when he heard a seam pop. "Erza!"

She patted him on the back before walking off, chuckling.

"Erza!" he screamed after her. He tried sliding his arms out of the sleeves to shimmy under the jacket and then open his locker to release the rest of it, but the weight of his messenger bag on his shoulder prevented him from slipping away.

"Does Gray-sama need help?" he heard a familiar voice ask behind him.

Whipping his head back to peer over his shoulder, he spotted Juvia in a rather warm-looking long, fur-trimmed, blue dress with a matching hat.

"I'm a little stuck," he admitted, wiggling his arms for effect.

"Juvia can open your locker for you!" she cheered, bouncing in front of him before spinning his combination.

Before Gray could protest, his locker popped open and his sleeves were free. He stared at the bluenette in front of him blankly.

"How do you know my locker combination?" he asked, squinting his eyes.

Juvia twiddled her thumbs. "Juvia has her sources."

He was about to say something when the situation Erza just shoved him in ran through his mind. An evil smile lined his features. She was done for.

"I'll question that more later," he said. "Thanks Juvia!"

Gray ran to his next class, Juvia's eyes on him the whole time.

xXx

"I thought you said we were going for ice cream," Erza pouted as she watched the dark, passing neighborhood outside of Gray's car window. "I really wanted the new red velvet cake blizzard."

"I'll buy you a blizzard once we run one little errand first," he told her, parking curbside in front of a quaint, two story house with mostly black trimming. It was surrounded by trees.

Erza followed after Gray as he got out of the car, retrieving something from the back seat before jogging up to the back of the house. Luckily the neighbors were far enough away that there was no need for a fence.

"What are we doing?" Erza asked in a loud whisper, trying to keep up with Gray's brisk pace.

Gray didn't answer that question or any of the ones following it. When he stopped abruptly in the backyard next to a large pool, Erza almost ran into him. Before she could question him any further, Gray turned the boom box in his hands up until it was blaring Foreigner's "I Want to Know What Love Is". Then, he hoisted it over his head, praying he had the right window.

"Gray, what the hell?!" Erza asked over the music. She searched around frantically. "You're going to wake the neighbors!" It was almost midnight.

"You'll see!" Gray shouted back, staring hopefully at the window.

After another minute of the blaring music, the curtains behind the window moved and the window opened, revealing a very confused man with dark blue hair and a tattoo on his face.

"GRAY!" Erza shrieked, shoving him. The weight of the boom box nearly toppled Gray over, but he stood firm. This needed to be done.

"Jellal!" Gray called, drawing the man's attention to him rather than the beautiful, blushing girl beside him. "Erza wants to know what love is!"

"D-D-D-Don't listen to him!" Erza shouted with less power than Gray. She felt like she was going to faint.

"Please teach her at the homecoming dance!" Gray completed, nudging Erza away with his hip.

Erza wanted to scream, pull her hair out, something. This was too much for her to handle. Without another thought, Erza gave Gray a violent shove. The boom box went one way, still playing the song as it was coming to an end, and Gray went the other, landing directly in the pool. Erza quickly ran over and shut off the music, gasping for air, just as Gray was as he scrambled to the surface.

"I'm so sorry," Erza called to the man in the window. She could cry out of embarrassment. "We'll leave right away!"

"Erza!" Jellal called down to her. She bit her lip, staring up at him. "Do you really mean it?"

"M-Mean what?" She wasn't sure if he'd heard her.

"You want to take me to homecoming?" he laughed.

She nodded slowly at first, then more vigorously. She couldn't seem to make words form.

"I would love to go with you," he said, flashing a dazzling smile. She nearly swooned. "I was actually going to ask you next week, but I guess you beat me to it."

Gray cheered, fist pumping while sending water sloshing everywhere. Erza whipped her head to him, sending daggers in his direction. He'd be dead as soon as they left, but it would all be worth it.

XxX

When they were back in the car, with Gray mostly dry, Erza sighed happily.

"You can thank me anytime now," Gray said, shifting into gear and pulling away from the curb.

"I love you, Gray, but I'm still going to murder you," she told him, an eerie smile plastered on her face.

Gray laughed nervously. "You're welcome."

"You still owe me ice cream."

"Shit."