Sorry if I put too many bad words, but I don't know, they're 28, not like they're twelve and saying words like that. Unless you really hate people saying bad words, then sorry. But hopefully this will be ain't a bad chappy.
"Dude we've been out here since this morning, and all we got was a dude taking a piss, and some spear fishermen," Pinkie complained.
"Fine, but tomorrow after work you'll see!" I said and ordered the driver to sail them back to shore.
"Finally, I'm starving!" Pinkie says, and rubbed his belly.
"Oi, that looks gross Pinkie!" I said.
"You're just jealous that I'm fabulous," Natsu said back. Wait Natsu?
I think there's something wrong with me, is it seasick, naw, am I breathing correctly, check. Then why the hell did I just thought of saying his real name except for his nickname?
I probably have been with him for too long now.
"Blondie! Blondie!" Natsu has been shaking me for the past minute now, and I haven't even noticed.
"Sorry, lost in thoughts," I reply back.
"I bet you were thinking about me?" Natsu smirked nudging me on my gut.
"In your dreams lover boy, I thought you were twenty-eight, but you just sound like a eighteen year old jock, who you would usually read in Wattpad," I said giggling.
"Oh well I was a jock," Natsu confessed.
"Oh great, and I was one of those people who only cared about grades," I said sarcastically.
"Pop Tart!" Plue squeals.
"You were?" Natsu asks.
"No! Well yeah, but I was actually in cheerleading , but I wasn't worse than those snobs!" I reply back.
"Luce, its okay, I think I did worse in my high school year," He says back.
"Yay, more stories," I said again in a sarcastic tone.
"I almost got into jail," Natsu confessed and my eyes grew large, what?!
"Seriously?" I asked and took a gulp.
"I was sophomore, I was finally in the football team, and some of my senpai's in the team were 'Dude you should totally go to Janice's party, it'll be so legit!' And so I was like why not, and it turned out that people were upstairs doing marijuana, and they thought I was doing it. I got called up to court for drinking underage," He sighed before he could continue on ", my dad said I could still go to parties, but no drinking until eighteen, which I thought was kinda stupid because I'll be arrested anyways."
"Wow, I feel sort of the same," I said, remembering some memories in college.
"So story time for you missy," He says with a grin.
"Okay I guess, well in high school you would say I was the innocent cheerleader, and I don't deny it at all, but it all changed in college, some frat boys were like pushing me into a house, and people were sniffing coke, in some other rooms, I saw dildos everywhere, and I thought to myself I should not be in there. But then I saw my ex best friend kissing my ex who I still liked that time so I pretty much got tensed up and mad," I said, and then continued on.
"I saw a cooler, and I saw a beer bottle, I couldn't care less on what type of beer it was, I jugged it, and everyone was cheering on to me, I almost had to get my stomach pumped because of too much alcohol being consumed in my stomach, but luckily I didn't had too, I woke up the next day with some dude, naked, and I really didn't care if I slept with the dude, because I hated how my best friend did to me," I said, and he was silent for a seconds until he finally responded.
"So what happen next?" Pinkie asks wanting more.
"My mind changed on a few things, just then I realised that people were stepping on to me, and so I had to make my inner side of me express, after the party I say bad words more, declined more offers, and party every weekend or so, but that was the past, and now I just want to laugh at my young adult self," I said.
"So blondie was careless little girl, until she probably drank ten bottles of Bud Light, and almost had to get her stomach pumped, but didn't and slept with a guy, and turned out who she is now?" He summarized.
"Correct," I said, and the boat pulled up to shore, without us even noticing it.
"Finally, its dinner!" He says, and I laughed, this bonding thing is getting good, hopefully it'll last a little longer.
How come I'm thinking of this when he's the guy who stole my precious Pop Tarts?
"Nyan!" Plue squealed, and I gave it a Skittle.
"So where are we going for dinner?" He asks.
"How does some real Texan BBQ sound?" I ask him.
"Seriously, how about the Outback?" Natsu says.
"Pft, then what? California burgers?" I ask him.
"Hawaiian barbeque?" He suggested as we went inside his car.
"How about just go to my place?" I ask him.
"Lucy, I never knew you were this-" Before he could continue I cut him off.
"Not like that! Just dinner!" I said having some tinted pink on my cheeks.
"Oh..." He says, and started the engine.
"Facility first, my car is there," I informed him.
"Nah, I'll just puck you up, and drop you off there," He says, and I nodded my head.
"What are you, a CEO?" He asks me as he stared in awe of my penthouse.
"No, my dad is," I replied.
"Still, do you live alone?" He asks.
"Yeah, I clean by myself, cook, basically everything around here," I told him, first we would argue, then this friendly feeling. God I've turned into some massive pussy right here.
"How many rooms?" He asks.
"Five," I replied.
"No one lives here, just you?" He asks.
"Yup, most pf the other rooms are filled up anyways, three of the rooms are mine, the other two are just empty," I said back.
"Ever thought of having a room mate?" Pinkie asks me.
"No," I shook my head.
"Well you see... I need a new place... And... Can I rent here?" He asks me, and I never knew that this will be the starting of such an awkward living if I say yes.
"I am Pop Tart!"
"Uh..." I tried to think yes or no? Yes or no? Yes or no?
"Its okay, you don't have to say yes, we've been only knowing each other since like yesterday anyways, so I can find some-" I cut him off again.
"You can rent, I say yes, and I guess having a little but more company won't be bad, and plus I could use some extra cash," I said.
"How many baths though?" He asks me.
"In a pent house Pinkie, you have your own master sweet, and walk in closet," I said smirking at him,and he grinned.
Later on...
"Dinner?"
"Dinner."
"Pasta?"
"Pasta?"
"Steak?"
"Steak."
"Is it ready?" He asks.
"Just five more minutes Pinkie! Set the plates on the table! Its on the China cabinet," I told him, and did some minuet touchings.
"Kay," Pinkie says back, and in years after college, I never felt happy, is it because I finally talked to someone in months like a friend? Well I called some of my girls back at home, but as in person.
"Done!" I said, and placed a pasta bowl, and two medium rare steaks, and some mash potatoes.
"Looks good," He says, and quickly took one of the steaks, and the bowl of pasta, before dumping mash potatoes all over his plate.
"You look like a kid in Thanksgiving," I teased, and sophisticatedly put pasta, steak, and mash potatoes in my plate, because I actually have table manners.
"Can't help it, all I ate in that damn boat was sunflower seeds, and some hot cheetos!" He said "And your cooking is pretty good."
"Thanks," I replied back and ate my food.
A/N: So I tried to make them act friendly with each other more, and hopefully this was a good chapter!
Love and Peace!