A/N- I'm gonna do this one in Jellal's POV first because I couldn't exactly write all the emotions Erza was feeling and it was easier this way to get it done on time. Enjoy~

Jellal's POV-

Erza had her chest pressed up against my arm. When she started crying I felt her heart start to race. Before we went into the jankety tower, Erza pulled me into a tool shed with a bunch of pic-axes.

Her heart beat started to normalize before she turned beet red and it was beating faster than before. She closed the shed door and leaned her back onto it facing me.

Then she took my left hand and placed it on the door above her right shoulder. When she looked up at me her eyes were glowing and she slightly parted her lips.

I started to feel a little hot and a little uncomfortable. "S-so what is this place?" I asked. Erza looked to the side and puffed out her cheeks, "It's a tool shed. Obviously…"

"Well yah, I know. I meant what does this place mean to you, or supposedly us?" I said in that matter-of-factly teacher way. Oh right, I sorta forgot I was a teacher since I've been with Erza.

"O-oh um, actually we used to play a game called 'Save the Princess'." She stated as her eyes softened. I was the princess, Simon was my loyal guard, Miliana was my advisor, Wally was the Miliana's partner, Sho was my little brother or young prince, and you always played the villain."

She was looking down, but her eyes said she wasn't really looking anywhere. "This was your lair, or secret base." She looked as if she were to move a muscle, that she would break into a million pieces.

"W-who were the um, other people?" I said trying to make the pain on her face going away. She smiled slightly and said, "They were our closest friends. But-" her features darkened, "I haven't seen them since the last time I saw you that day."

She started to smile but smirked instead. "This was the position we would be in when you would scold me for 'arguing' with you. One time I changed the story and said we feel in love and that you saved me from a bandit when you took me. Then,-"

Erza looked back up at me and leaned forward. She stood on the balls of her feet and pressed up against me as I felt the silky touch of her lips on mine. She seemed almost shocked but then closed her eyes.

Not even a moment later she backed away slightly, my eyes still wide with shock. Erza tilted her head and smiled at me with her eyes closed. She opened the door and closed it behind her as I stared st the unoccupied space she had been in before.

An image flashed through my mind of a young girl with a dirty face and and eye patch. She had the same smile and hair as Erza and I heard soft, silky laughing of the little girls I saw.

Erza's POV-

All those memories at once really overflowed in me. I was leaning against the outside door of the tool shed gasping. And ironically trying to find the air I hadn't even lost.

I looked up and saw the tower. The wicked place I was forced to help build each and every day. I started to actively hyperventilate and my vision got blurry. "J-Jellal…" I could barely whisper before I fell on the hard, dry ground.

When I regained consciousness I was on a dirty, but poofy, mattress type thing. I blinked a few times to clear my vision and saw Jellal asleep against the wall. We were in a very small room that we could both just barely fit in.

The only source of light was coming from a small square window just below the ceiling. It looked almost pretty seeing the sunlight reflect off of the dust particles in the air. Then I remembered where I was.

I quickly looked around then stood. I pulled Jellal onto the poofy thing and sat where he was before. I started to fidget out of anxiousness until I was sure I would have a panic attack.

I positioned myself under Jellal's arm, my body facing him. I subconsciously put my top leg over his as a way to put myself closer to him. I sat there for a while just breathing in his scent to calm myself down.

Before I knew it I found Jellal's shirt damp with tears. 'I wish he remembered me.' 'We wouldn't have to be here.' 'We would both be happier.' I silently said to myself.

But he is still my- wait… o-o-o-oh my god! I forgot he was my teacher! A-and I kissed him! I KISSED MY TEACHER! "Aggghhhhh we're both gonna go to jail!" I whisper shouted, my face a whole lot redder than my hair.

I mean I know for a fact I love him, but now I have to be discreet…BUT WHY'D HE HAVE TO BE MY TEACHER!? It's not fair! Actually since when was he that much older than me?

Dang, Jellal really makes me a weak, girly, cutesy, crybaby whenever I'm around him. And the bad thing about it is that it's probably a good personality change.

A/N-I'm sooo srry for posting late! I'll post chapter 8 either tomorrow or the day after that I promise. And I now have an account on wattpad! Follow CutePandaChic! I have this story up too. Enjoy~