prompt: lj's 30heartbeats no.1.09
notes: school sucks.

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/puppy love

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She's staring at him.

—and he's staring at her. Sitting side by side at the bar of the guild, they stare and stare into each other's eyes. Neither move, or even fidget.

(He honestly feels rather uncomfortable.)

She just keeps staring.

And sure she's pretty to look at, with those endless eyes and rosypink cheeks. But he starts to feel the weight of her gaze, crushing him slowly,

like she's waiting for something.

(Something he doesn't know.)

Suddenly, she slaps the the counter, and then:

"Natsu—

do you like me?"

And he chokes on air.

"Everyone keeps saying you like me. Is it true?"

He opts to madly chug his fiery drink, wishing hardhardhard she would just go away.

(—but no, wait, he likes having her around.

She can stay.)

"If you do, why don't you just say something?"

She continues, face turning red.

"So, what kind of love is it—puppy love? Bestfriendship love? Do you have a crush on me, Natsu?"

He pauses and wonders, has she been drinking?

She wobbles a bit in her seat beside him, flushing deeply with a crooked smile. He sighs and sighs, and holds her up so she doesn't fall.

"Yes, Lucy—I like you."

She won't remember it anyway.

"So you likelike me?"

"Yes."

"Then kiss me."

His scarf is wrenched between her fingers, as she pulls him closerclosercloser. Breaths are mingling, flushed cheeks tingling, and he is lost in her scent, in her warmth, in her prettypretty eyes. Noses touch, soft lips brush, and—

And then she falls into him, gonegonegone, breathing softly on his chest.

He sighs and swallows hard, a lump in his throat. Brushing aside her saffron hair, he thinks to himself,

it's a good thing she won't remember.

(But he kind of wishes that she would.)

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notes: this one made me snort while i wrote it, pfft.