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Levy didn't know what she was doing in a foggy, cramped fraternity house. What she did know was that Lucy made her wear a sleeveless orange and black tank top and a black mini skirt (thank goodness Lucy still allowed her to wear her beat-up orange Converse, or the blonde would have been bald). She was still coughing up smoke from the fog machines while she leaned against the counter in the kitchen amongst the making-out couples, avoiding most of the loud music, aside from the thumping bass, and flashing, blinding lights.

She lost Lucy a long time ago in the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies, even though she apparently wanted to talk about Levy's motorcycle adventure from the day before (in which she convinced Gajeel to not make her drive,—even in the parking lot—and he took her to get ice cream for not screaming whenever he sped).

Levy sighed and grabbed a pretzel off of the table in front of her. A couple bumped into her in the midst of their furious make-out session and made her drop it right as she was about to pop it into her mouth.

"Breathe!" she yelled at them, hoping to get them out of her personal space. They ignored her, causing her to scramble to the table in front of her, hoping none of the partners would decide to mutilate the snacks.

"You look like Halloween," a gruff voice beside her said, and then his large hand reached into the chip bowl in front of her.

By now, she recognized the voice, but the scars running up his right arm were a good indicator, too.

"How do you always manage to find me, Gajeel?" Levy asked, munching on a pretzel while staring blankly into the bowl.

"I honestly didn't expect to find you here, shorty," he said, leaning next to her. "What brings you to a place like this? Deciding to be adventurous without me now?"

Levy rolled her eyes, nudging him with her arm. "Lucy brought me here. She said it was just going to be a few of our close friends. She never told me it was at a frat house."

"She fooled you." He nudged her back. "Juvia dragged me here. She didn't want to go alone."

"I didn't ask for your life story," she nearly cut him off, darting her eyes in his direction.

He cocked a pierced eyebrow. "What the hell did you just say to me?"

Levy held her serious face for about two more seconds and then busted into a fit of giggles. "Sound familiar?"

Gajeel sighed. "I don't remember it, but it sounds like something I've probably said to you at some point, right?"

"Bingo," she said, tapping him on the nose. He nearly bit her.

The two stuffed a few more snacks into their mouth until Gajeel broke the silence by asking, "So, you don't feel awkward at all knowing that you were in a room by yourself surrounded by people sucking face?"

"Eh, they were less annoying than all the people sticking to each other in there," she motioned to the front of the house where most people were dancing. "Besides, you're here now."

"Does that mean you want to make out with me?"

"Not at all."

"Even though everyone's doing it?"

"You sound like you're the one that wants to make out with me," she said, nudging him in the ribs.

"You're cute, shorty, but not that cute," he told her, ruffling her hair.

Levy let out a frustrated dinosaur noise and began the process of retying the headband in her hair. "What do you mean not that cute?"

"It'd be like kissing a child," he said. "Can't do it."

"So if I had bigger boobs?"

"You keep yourself up at night asking yourself that question, don't you?"

"Damn, you see right through me," she said sarcastically. Although she has thought about more times than she'd like to admit. She felt like the flattest girl in the entire university.

"Your figure is fine," he said, shrugging.

"Did you just check me out?"

"I check everyone out; don't flatter yourself."

Levy shook her head, stuffing more pretzels in her mouth. Gajeel couldn't just give her a simple compliment, could he? Although he's probably never given anyone a simple compliment in his life.

"Levy!" Lucy ran in and grabbed her by the shoulders, a pink-haired man following behind her. "What are you doing in here?"

"Oh, you know, I wanted a place to remind me that I'm alone," Levy said, shrugging. "Don't worry about me."

"Knock it off!" Lucy smacked her arm. "Come on, come dance with me and Natsu."

"No thanks." She managed to slide out of Lucy's grip. "I wouldn't want to be a third-wheel."

"Don't worry about it!" Natsu chimed in, coming around on the other side to slide an arm around Gajeel. "Gajeel will come with us!"

"I will cut you," Gajeel growled. Natsu was persistent.

"You never dance with me!" Lucy complained, clutching Levy's wrists.

"I can't dance!" Levy reminded her. She always felt so awkward when it came to dancing, like she wasn't quite moving the way other people were moving. And when it came to dancing with guys, forget it. She could barely manage a slow dance.

"You're fine! Come on!" Lucy kept tugging on her. "Do you really want to be stuck in the awkward make-out room?"

Honestly, she didn't. It was gross and sweaty, but that's pretty much what the entire house was like. She did, however, want to stay where the food was.

"We can come back for snacks later," Lucy told her, knowing what she was thinking.

Finally, Levy grew tired of fighting and allowed Lucy to drag her along, just like she always does.


The rest of the house was musty, and the flashing lights gave Levy a headache. They stayed as far away from the fog machines as possible, fearing smoke inhalation. Lucy danced wonderfully, staying in time with every beat, all of her movements flowing effortlessly. Natsu bounced around a lot, but somehow, it was still a perfect dance style. Levy danced as best as she could, swaying with the beat and watching Lucy, occasionally trying to mimic one of her movements. Gajeel just stood with them, arms crossed.

"Come on, Gajeel, move!" Nastu said, bouncing circles around him. After Gajeel nearly tripped him, he decided the crowd was too dense to start a fight.

Lucy attempted to dance with Gajeel, grinding closer to him. He moved his hips a little, but barely moved. After an entire song, Lucy gave up and went back to dancing closer to Natsu.

"If I have to do this, so do you!" Levy yelled at him over the music, knowing the other two were oblivious to them now.

"They're in their own little worlds now," he called back. "I'm getting out of here."

Levy caught his hand. "You know they're just going to search for us again."

She watched Gajeel sigh and resume his stance, watching Natsu and Lucy out of the corner of his eye. Natsu was head-banging, and Lucy was swiveling her hips.

Levy grabbed Gajeel's arms while he wasn't paying attention and attempted to make him sway with her. He looked at her skeptically, watching only his arms move. The pleading look in her eyes almost made him give in. Almost.

Levy sighed and let go, spinning around and dancing by herself. She was gonna look like a dork anyway, so might as well pull out all the stops. She spun and jumped and body-rolled and did every possible dance move she could think of, all the while feeling Gajeel's eyes on her.

In the middle of her dance, she stopped and looked at him. He made no effort the hide the fact that he was watching her. After a brief staring contest, he shook his head, snickering, and walked closer to her.

"You win this round," he said in her ear, the sudden closeness making her shiver.

Gajeel wasn't the best dancer, but he could keep time. He never danced offbeat, but his movements were bulky and not very creative. Anyone could tell by watching him that he didn't enjoy dancing. He motioned for her to join him, and she laughed spinning around and coming closer.

When the two of them were dancing, it felt like everyone was watching them, even though, in reality, it was probably only Natsu and Lucy paying any attention to them. They were by far the biggest pair of dorks there. Gajeel was actually laughing because their dancing was so strange. He grabbed her hand, spun her around, and then pulled her closer. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his midsection, giving him the tightest hug she possibly could. He returned it with a few pats on the back before he led her back into the kitchen.

"You really are trying to be adventurous without me, huh?" he chuckled, pushing some of his sweat-matted hair out of his face.

"I figured I might as well just let go," Levy shrugged, chugging a bottle of water. "It's not like any of those people were watching."

"I was," he said, snatching the water from her.

"Stop, you're going to get your germs all over it!" she whined when he took a sip.

"Oh, boo-hoo," he mocked, throwing the bottle at her. "You so wanted to kiss me anyway."

"In your dreams!" she shouted, punching him in the chest. "You're the one who keeps bringing up the idea."

"I'm just trying to get you to say what's been on your mind," he teased. "Come on, what was that hug out there?"

"A hug!" she laughed. "It's something I give to my close friends. I know it's probably a foreign concept to you."

Gajeel rolled his eyes. "You're so into me."

"You wish!"

"I told you shorty: you're cute, but not that cute."

Levy rolled her eyes. "This conversation is over."

"Sure it is," he winked, stealing the water bottle from her again.

"Gajeel!" she snapped, jumping for the bottle when he held it over his head.

"Reach for it!"

"Give it!"

Right as Levy landed from her previous jump, a new couple making out stumbled in, bumping into Gajeel's back. This caused him to stumble forward and trip over Levy's feet, bringing both of them to the ground. Levy him the tile floor, Gajeel crashed on top of her, and the open water bottle plummeted down and soaked both of them.

"Geeze, these people have no respect," Gajeel mumbled, rubbing his back. "You alright, shorty?"

He looked down at her to see her staring straight back at him. She didn't say anything.

"Shorty, you're kinda creeping me out," he said, lowering his voice. "Are you alright?"

Still, she didn't answer.

Gajeel sat up, still barely hovering over her. He tapped her face lightly with his fingers. "Levy?"

"Gajeel," she mumbled. "Why is it so bright?"

Then, he eyes closed and her head rolled to the side.