07

Weird


Everyone has that 'weird' side, but it's up to them to show it or not.


Chapter 7:


"Dragneel, are you hungry?" I heard Lucy asked, as I had just woken up to the smell of bacon and eggs.

Fuck yeah, today was Saturday! A gift to all students!

"What kind of a stupid question is that!?" I shouted back, liking the comfortable feeling of her t-shirt.

I was sitting at the table a few seconds later, watching her place my plate before me. The food looked like paradise.

"So, Dragneel, I'll be going out today." She said, before chewing some of the bacon.

"And I care… because?"

She rolled her eyes, placing the keys of the house before me. "Don't forget to lock the house, and your food is in the kitchen. And here's my number," she said, giving me a piece of paper with numbers written all over it, "if you need anything, call. But only if it's necessary, since I don't have a lot of free time."

I nodded, not really caring about the number that I'll probably never use, but silently cheering for the food she made me.

She finished a few minutes later, taking her bag, and leaving me all alone in her house. And I just thought of something. It would be nice to look around her room a bit, since I have at least a few hours till she gets back. Where was she going anyway? I thought the party was going to be at night? It's only 1PM.

I walked inside the frilly pink room with pink furniture, wondering where I should look around first. The drawers looked pretty tempting, so I decided to look there. I opened one of them, and found her jeans and shit. The next one was filled with socks, and the third one had all sorts of make up in there which she probably never even uses.

I opened the fourth one, peeking inside the pink wooden object.

Holy shit.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I was not supposed to open this drawer.

I'm not supposed to be looking at her bras.

I'm not supposed to take one out.

I'm not supposed to smell it, and fuck does it smell good.

But most of all, I'm not supposed to be imagining her wearing it because damn was it huge.

I'm also not supposed to take it downstairs, and I'm not supposed to stuff it into my freaking backpack.

I'm most certainly not supposed to think of taking it home with me on Tuesday.

And I'm definitely not supposed to go back up and peek in her underwear drawer.

I'm not supposed to smell her fucking panties because it's kind of making my jeans feel a wee bit too tight.

Curse my hormones.

This is Lucy I'm thinking about! Lucy! The idiotic know-it-all who happens to be hot. This is the girl who acts like a fucking angel all of the time, but she's just a damned moron with no sense of humor, or friends whatsoever.

I just remembered something! Nerds like her write shit in weird notebooks right? What was it called again… oh yes, a dicany! Er, dinacy. Dynasty? Um, dirany. Deviny? Demy? Fuck it. I'll just call it diarrhea.

I lifted up her pillow.

Bingo.

It was a grayish notebook with thick covers, which had the word "Diary" written on it.

Oh, that's right! Diary!

I opened it somewhere in the middle, and started reading. I don't know why I was interested in a nerd's diary which was probably as boring as waiting for a game to download. But eh, I had nothing better to do, so why not?

"Dear Diary,

Today was a boring day.
I got an A in my history exam, and I also passed my biology test.
Lunch time was the same as usual, I sat with Angel and Jenny again.
I should probably stop hanging out with them, but I don't have any other friends, so I guess fake ones will do.
Jenny told me that my hair was a mess, and I guess she was right. I always have the ugliest hair.
Angel copied my math homework, but I'm used to it already.
That's basically it.

Signed,
Lucy."

If all of her entries are as boring as this one, I'd rather go watch paint dry.

I flipped to the next page, and started reading.

"Dear Diary,

Today was the worst day in the world!
First of all, my goldfish died.
His name was Haru, because of the anime Free.
Haru was a little picky with his food, and I always fed him the green special fish food.
I really miss him, since he always keeps me company, and I like watching him swim when I can't fall asleep at night.
Also, I bumped into a guy in the hallways.
His name was Natsu, I think.
He's such a jerk! I heard all of the girls talk about how they loved him.
One day, he's going to be humiliated, and everyone will hate him!

Signed,
Lucy."

THE FUCK!?

Is she a fortune teller or some shit!?

Maybe she wrote something else about me!

I quickly scanned the next pages until I found my name on one, and started reading. This one is from three weeks ago!

"Dear Diary,

Today was a weird day.
Mom and dad are going on another business trip in three weeks.
Too bad, they never get to spend time with me!
But, I also met a guy called Gray, since I tripped in front of him, and he helped me pick up the notebooks that fell out of my hands. He's so sweet!
I wonder if he's popular with the girls…
But then, that idiot Natsu showed up. Turns out he's Gray's friend.
Natsu called me a nerd in front of everyone, and they all laughed.
I hate him.
Why does he always do this!?
I've never done anything to him!
He should just leave me alone!
I wish there were more polite people in this world, like Gray!

Signed,
Lucy"

Hold the fuck up. Does she like that idiot!? What's he got that I don't?

Calm down Natsu. Listen to yourself!

Okay, I decided I've had enough nerd madness for one day, so I slammed the notebook shut, and hid it back under her pillow.


Lucy came back an hour later, and I noticed she was holding a book in her hands. I squinted my eyes enough so I could read the title from afar, and it read "Book of fairy tales". Was she into that childish shit?

Wait.

Maybe it's for Wendy!?

She did say she was going to read to her every day, and she had been gone for an awfully long time, so that must be it! But I still don't get why she cares so much!? Wendy's not her sister, she's mine!

Which reminds me, I still haven't properly been to see her.

I'll probably go tomorrow, right after Lucy leaves to go visit her too. I'll show up a few minutes later.

Yeah.

That'll scare the fuck out of her.

"Dragneel, I'm making spaghetti, want some?" She asked, as she was already in the kitchen. How did she even know how to cook? Well, she did mention in her diary thing that her parents are often not at home, so I guess that leaves her the only cook.

"Yeah." I said, shoving my face in the pillow on her couch. "This place is so boring~!"

"Well, why don't you go out?" She mocked me, because she knew Gray was still sick, and I had nobody else to go out with.

"Fuck you." I cursed, an idea suddenly popping into my mind.

"Hey nerd, who's going at your party tonight? Anyone I know?"

"First of all, it's not my party, and second of all, you don't know anybody."

"Well, there's a first time for everything, right?"

And suddenly, the humming coming from the kitchen stopped. "Oh no you don't! You are not, and I repeat, NOT going to the party!"

"I don't need your fucking permission bitch! I can go if I want!" I yelled, watching her stir the spaghetti in an abnormal speed.

"I don't want you ruining one of the rare chances I get to actually go out and have fun!"

"Who says I'll ruin it? For all you know, I could make it even better!" I shouted, jumping up from the couch as I walked into the kitchen.

"In your dreams Dragneel! The only thing you could make better is my life by going home!"

"You're the one who made me stay here in the first place!"

"Well I'm highly regretting ever helping you out in the first place!" She yelled, her face growing angrier by the second.

"Fuck that, I can't stay here while you go and party!" I shouted, moving in on her.

She slammed the wooden spoon on the counter, the spaghetti long forgotten, "Oh shut the fuck up Dragneel! You'd be dead if it weren't for me!"

"Well I never asked for your stupid help!"

"But I helped you anyway!"

"That's not my fault!"

"Ugh!" She yelled, stomping her foot in frustration, "We're arguing like a married couple!"

I was at the end of my nerves, as I slammed my hand in the wall behind her, trapping her between me and the wall. "Like a married couple, huh?" I breathed in her ear, watching her cheeks redden.

"W-w-what!?" She stuttered, her flushed expression worsening by the second.

"Well, if were a married couple, I guess there's no other choice."

Her eyes showed the horror she felt.

"You have to kiss me now."

"S-says who!?"

I watched her squirm in place, her blush deepening.

And then, I pulled away in an instant, my loud laughter erupting in a flash, filling the entire room.

I watched her confused expression stare down upon me, as I was rolling down on the floor, laughing my ass off. "Stupid nerd! Did you honestly think I'd let an idiot like you kiss me? Sorry, but I don't plan on catching ebola anytime soon."

I saw tears pool up in the corner of her eyes, as she let out soft and shaky breaths.

I jumped to my feet, unsure of what I was supposed to do.

"I… I…" She mumbled, a single teardrop cascading down her cheek. She turned to the stove, stirring the spaghetti, before putting some of it in a plate. She set the plate on the table, and turned away from me. I could still see her tears though. "Sorry if I overcooked them." She said shakily, before walking out of the kitchen.

What did I do?

What the fuck did I do?

Oh well, at least I got my food.


Three hours had passed since that incident, and Lucy was still in her room. She didn't come out to eat lunch, and it was already 6PM. I thought she needed to meet up with that Laxus guy right now.

And, right on cue, I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door, and saw an athletic looking guy who was probably around the age of 20, with blonde hair, expensive looking clothes, and a lightning-shaped scar running down the skin of his right eye.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice deep.

"Natsu."

He cracked his knuckles. I guess this was not the answer he wanted.

"I'm uh, Lucy's relative." I used her line, scratching the back of my neck.

"You'd better be." He said roughly, "Go get her. We need to get going."

"S-sure." I said, leaving him to stand in front of the house, as I walked up the stairs, and stood in front of Lucy's room. I knocked on the door, and when she didn't reply, I said "The friend of yours is waiting downstairs."

"Go away." I heard her shout.

"I said, a friend of yours is waiting for you downstairs."

"I'm not going." I heard her mumble.

"Fuck, Heartifilia, stop being such a whiny bitch and dress up." I said, slamming the door open. She was sitting on her bed, hugging her knees as she stared out of the window. I noticed she had been crying by the puffy red eyes, and the tear stained on her cheeks.

She looked like she didn't care that I barged into her room, and instead, she just got up, and took a black dress out of her wardrobe, walking into the bathroom, to change.

She was out a few moments later, and damn. I'm not going to comment on how she looked like in that dress.

She opened up that make up drawer from before, and put some of the things on her face. I don't know what she did with those tubes and shit, but she looked like she was never crying at all. She didn't say a word to me, and instead, took her keys and bag, and just walked out of the house, like I wasn't even there.

I guess I deserved that one.


A/N: I finally have time to upload, even though it's only been four days since my last update.

Also, I haven't updated 'She will be loved' because I'm writing the last chapter, and I intend to make it really long.

'How to save a live' is also undergoing a writing process, since I'm adding a new character to the story, and having a hard time writing the background info and everything, before I can proceed. Because, a major timeskip will be happening.

One more thing, please vote on the poll posted on my profile. The story with the most votes gets to be written first. I'm doing this because I want your opinions, as well as I'm already going to finish one of my ongoing stories, so yeah. Thanks for reading! Please leave a review!

~With Keys, through Flames! Aye!~

p.s.(thank you everyone who said that they liked my catchphrase)

p.p.s.(yes, the 5sos reference was totally intentional)


End of Chapter 7.