((A/N: Hey, hey! Merry Late Christmas! Or happy holidays! I'm super happy. I had a haircut as a present XD, it's so short now! As you might have noticed, this is a modern AU. Really, really different from Fairy Tail's Universe.))
I felt lost. I needed to hide. Escape.
I could only think of one medicine for the pain. I turned to the only four boys that wouldn't ever fail me. The only four boys that wouldn't eve break my heart, disappoint me.
John, Paul, George and Ringo.
Anyone who has hold onto a song like a lifeboat will understand. Or anyone who was listened to a song only to awake a feeling, a memory. Or has mentally listened to a soundtrack to drown a conversation or a unpleasant scene.
The moment I came back to my room, devastated by Loke's rejection, I turned up the music to the point where the bed started trembling at it's rythm. The Beatles had always been some kind of comforting blanket that gave me safety. They were a part of my life even before I was born. Actually, if it wasn't for the Beatles, I might have not even been born.
My parents met the night John Lennon was shot, right next to an improvised altar in a park in Chicago. Both were lifetime Beatles' fans, and with time they decided they didn't have any other choice but to name their only daughter by songs of the band: Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
I was even born on 7th February, the Beatles' first visit to America. I don't think it was a coincidence. I wouldn't doubt that my mother had denied to push so that I was born in that date exactly.
Almost every family trip had as a destination Liverpool, England. In every Christmas card we appeared recreating the Beatles' album cover. That should have made me rebel, but actually, the Beatles became a part of me. Either happy or miserable, their lyrics and music comforted me.
Now, I tried to sofocate Loke's words with an explotion of Help! Meanwhile, I grabbed my diary. When I did, the pink notebook felt heavy, filled with years of emotions and emotions in their pages. I opened it and checked the entries, almost all of them had written lyrics of their songs on the sides. To any other person it might had been ridiculous asociations, but, to me, the meaning of the words went much farther than the words themselves.
There were related to my life, good things, bad things and boy-related things.
So much suffering. I started checking my previous relationships.
Dan Walker, third year of middle school, and by Cana's words, a hottie. We went out for four months, and it went pretty well at first. If by "well", you understand I'm meaning eating pizza and going to the cinema every friday night with all the other couples in town. Finally, Dan started confusing me with a character in a movie, also named Lucy. She was a inveterate groupie, and it got stuck in his empty skull that if he learned with the guitar Stairway to Heaven, I would be his. It didn't take long for me to notice that no matter how attractive someone is, it doesn't mean they are good with the guitar. Once he realized that my panties were still in place, Dan changed his song.
Oh, and his girl.
Then came Derek Simpson, who -I'm sure- only dated me because he thought my mother, a pharmacist, could get him the pills he wanted.
Darren McWilliams wasn't much better. We started dating right before I got the Loke-fever this summer. He seemed quite charming until he decided that Laura Jakowski, a good friend of mine, was worth his time as well. So yeah, he decided it was okay to date both of us at the same time. I guess he wasn't smart enough to think we might compare our agendas.
Dan, Derek and Darren.
They cheated me, lied to me, and used me. So what lesson did I learn? Stay away from boys whose first name started with the letter 'D', since they all were the Devil in person.
Maybe Loke's real name was Daniel Dream-Destroyer. Since he was worse than all the three iDiots together.
I threw the diary to a side, I was furious at Loke, it's true. But, above all, I was furious at myself. Why did I even start dating them? What did I earn from those relationships, other than a broken heart? I was smarter than that. I should have known.
Did I really want to keep being used by a**holes like these? Was there even someone worth it?
I had thought Loke was worth it, but I was d*mn wrong.
When I stood up to phone Levy, I felt like sharing my thoughts with her, something called my atention. I walked to my favorite Beatles poster and started to pass my fingers over the letters, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
I had stared at that poster day after day for the last seven years. I had listened to that album, one of my favorites, hundreds of times. It was almost like, for me, it had always been just one long word: Sgtpepper'slonelyheartsclubband. But now there were three really clear terms, outstanding the rest of them, and I discovered in the expression something completely new;
Lonely.
Hearts.
Club.
Then, it happened.
Something related to those words.
Lonely. Hearts. Club.
In theory, it might sound a bit depressing. But in that music there was nothing such as depressing.
No, this Lonely Hearts Club was just the opposite of depressing, it was fascinating.
I had had the answer in front of my eyes all this time, since the beginning. Yes, I had found the way to avoid all kind of lying, deceiving, cheating and hurting.
I would stop torturing myself to date some losers. I would enjoy the benefits of being single. For once, it would be all about myself. My year as a sophomore was going to be my year. Everything would turn around me, Lucy Hearfilia, foundress and only member of the Lonely Heart Club.
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((A/N: AND IT BEGINS!
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