'"HOLY FRICK WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING IN A TOWEL ON MY PORCH!"' Soon turned into never ending laughter as he tried to explain what had happened.

Lucy was bent over at the waist, crying she was laughing so hard.

"So...er...could I come in?" He asked haltingly.

She wiped her eyes and then gave him a sly look, "I don't know...just what will the neighbors think seeing a hott towel wearing man enter my house when I'm home alone?"

He stared at her incredulously- wait did she just call him hott?- but then she laughed again, "Of course you can come in. We don't want you traumatizing more kids, do we?"

She stepped aside so he could walk in, trying to keep as casual as possible as her eyes roved over his damp tan skin, a few water droplets still dripping from his mussed hair.

Silence descended on them as soon as she shut the front door and turned to look at him. Er...actually she looked at a fixed point past his head. Yes. That was better. Oh my gosh he has an eight-pack...

"Um...I think I have some sweats or something that might fit you..." she trailed off as his gaze raked down her body.

"Er..."

She flushed, "Just cause I never wear them doesn't mean that I don't have any home-hobo clothes," she said, referring to her current short shorts that hugged her hips and a pink tank top. "Just...c'mon, I'll see if I can find something."

He followed her as she exited the entry way and went further into the house. She entered her room and headed over to her dresser, opening the bottom drawer where she kept her home-hobo clothes. As she turned around with a baggy pair of baby blue drawstring pants, her breath caught in her throat.

She really should have told him to wait in the living room, she observed as he stood in the middle of her bedroom, looking around curiously. Well, at least she kept her room clean.

Is that the matching bra to those red panties she was wearing last week? Thought Natsu as he spotted a lacy bra hanging off of one of the bed posts. He decided not to comment on it, as it seemed Lucy hadn't noticed.

She hadn't, and her mind was currently pre-occupied with the thought that her super hott neighbor was casually standing half naked in her bedroom.

She blushed at her thoughts and held the pants out to him, "Here," she said curtly.

He eyed them- obviously not fond of the girliness- but definitely not in a position to complain.

"The bathroom's next door," she said, and he nodded, exiting her room and holy Mavis it had to be sinful for a back to be that toned and sexy...

As soon as he was out of sight, she slapped herself in the face to snap out of her trance, shaking her head and walking to the living room. She fiddled with her fingers until Natsu entered from the hallway.

She was about to stifle a laugh at him wearing her pants, but then realized that he looked way to good in them and instead cleared her throat and tried to start up a conversation or something. The drawstring was obviously way looser than with her, but luckily the band was elastic so it fit him okay. The pants came slightly short, just brushing the tops of his ankles, and he looked surprisingly good in powder puff blue. The towel from before hung around his neck, and it looked like he had used it to try and dry his hair some more, as the pink locks stood up randomly in places and looked a bit dryer than before.

"So..." she trailed off as he took a seat on the side of the couch opposite from her.

"Nice place you got here..." he said.

"Oh," she replied stiffly, "Yeah it's a pretty nice house, aside from not coming with a washer or dryer which is a pain since the girls and I are renting and usually that's supplied, ya know?" She stopped as she realized she was rambling.

"Yeah same with ours," he said, "Have to use the laundromat..."

"Oh, yeah," she said, "I uh, saw you there..."

"Oh yeah..."

Well. There was a train wreck. Awkward silence followed.

"So...you want some food?" Lucy asked. Natsu grinned widely at her.

"I thought you'd never ask."