When I woke up, I felt like everything that happened last night had to be some crazy dream, my mind futilely trying to cheer me up; however, when I looked around the room, I realized I was actually in Laxus's guest room.

I couldn't believe that Laxus said that he loved me too, even if he was confused about it. I got up and I walked into the living room, hoping that Laxus was already awake, but I knew he would be much to hung-over for that. Bickslow was still sleeping on the couch, and I couldn't help but smile when I saw him cuddling with his babies.

"Hey, you're up early," Bickslow mumbled, still mostly asleep.

"You know I always am," I answered.

"Yeah, you wanna go check on Laxus?" He asked, sitting up, stretching, and yawning.

"Yeah," I said smiling again at the fact that Laxus said he loved me. Even though I knew it happened, it still felt like I was going to wake up at any moment.

"I guess it all turned out good, right?" Bickslow said.

"Turned out good!" His babies said, swirling around him already.

"I just can't believe any of it," I said, grinning, and walking towards Laxus's room. He was sleeping in his bed, peacefully. I walked back out to the living room where Bickslow was sitting on the couch, looking like he was going to fall asleep again.

"He's still sleeping," I said, startling Bickslow.

"Makes sense," Bickslow replied, "he was plastered."

"Yeah, it makes me feel guilty though. He could've seriously hurt himself and it would have been my fault," I said, thinking out loud.

"Freed, don't think like that. He's fine, and he actually loves you too, so everything is fine. Even more than fine actually, it's great, so be happy," Bickslow said happily.

"I guess so," I sighed, still feeling guilty, "You want some breakfast?" I asked my friend.

"Sounds good," Bickslow yawned as he spoke.

"You don't have to stay awake you know," I added on, "You still look tired."

"I'm fine, and anyways, it'd be boring for you if you were the only one awake." Bickslow said, smiling. His babies repeated his words, swirling around.

"Ok..." I felt like Bickslow was forcing himself to wake up for my sake, and it made me feel even more guilty.

I walked into the kitchen, and I looked through Laxus's fridge. The best thing there for breakfast was some eggs, so I made three omelets. I put one in the microwave for Laxus, and Bickslow and I ate the other two. We sat and watched Lacrima-vision and talked for a while.

Sometime around one, I got up to go to the bathroom, and I heard footsteps pass by the door right when I was about to open it.

"Dammit, why the hell are you in my house?" I heard Laxus yell at Bickslow. I opened the bathroom door and creeped towards the living room, but I stopped at the edge of the hallway.

"Well, if you're angry that I'm here, you should see who's behind you," Bickslow laughed, obviously enjoying Laxus's anger. I mentally cursed Bickslow for alerting Laxus of my presence before I was ready.

Laxus turned to me, and for a split second, his eyes looked overjoyed, but he quickly covered that up, "Why are you here?" he asked me. I cringed at his angry tone of voice. I knew he was too drunk to remember telling me how he felt, but it still hurt me that he was pretending to be angry at me. He was pretending to hate me.

I couldn't think of anything to say to him, and eventually I ended up sheepishly saying, "There's food in the microwave."

"Why? Why are you two even here?" Laxus said, still sounding angry.

"Well, we came here last night because I had to tell you something and you were drunk out of your mind, so we stayed the night." I explained, trying to calm him down.

"You also told Freed that-," Bickslow said, but I cut him off before he could finish.

"Bickslow! Stop," I said loudly, making Laxus cringe.

"Don't yell dammit, I have a headache," Laxus yelled. I found it funny how his own yelling didn't seem to bother him.

"Sorry," I replied. I knew how hung over he had to be since he was so drunk last night.

"You guys should just leave. I don't want company right now, especially his," he said glaring daggers at me.

"Laxus..." I said, unable to think of anything to say.

"We can't leave yet," Bickslow said, "Freed's got something to tell you, so get your omelet out of the microwave, sit down, and stop yelling at us." I laughed at the look on Laxus's face when Bickslow told him what to do.

"What makes you think I'm going to do what you say?" Laxus said, rather immaturely.

"Laxus, just do it. I don't care how confused you are about Freed and you, just eat the damn omelette and listen to what Freed has to say," Bickslow said. Laxus's face turned red once he realized that Bickslow knew how he felt about me.

"W-what do you mean?" Laxus said, stuttering.

"You know what I mean, now get your food and sit down," Bickslow said, laughing a little at Laxus's embarrassment.

Laxus finally agreed to listen to what I had to say. He still looked more than a little embarrassed, but I would be too if I were in his shoes.

"What did you come to tell me?" Laxus asked, putting his already empty plate down on his coffee table. He was still acting like he didn't want to even look at me. The thought crossed my mind that that part might not be an act. He probably didn't want to even see me considering how confused he was. He might just want to forget about the fact that he even knew me. Even if he said that he liked me, he would probably never accept that fact.

"Freed?" I heard Bickslow say, "You're crying. Are you okay?" He said; waving his hand in front of my face.

I quickly wiped my face off once I realized I was crying, "I'm okay, It's just the hormones..." I mumbled, embarrassed that I was crying.

"What did you need to tell me?" Laxus seemed un-phased by my tears. He only sounded irritated that I was increasing the time he had to spend with me, which in turn made me cry again.

"Freed, are you sure you're okay?" Bickslow said, turning and glaring at Laxus, "Be nice," he hissed at Laxus angrily.

"Why the hell is he even crying?" Laxus asked, angrily, "I didn't do anything to him,."

"Laxus, stop being an asshole to him. You don't have to be mean to him just because you can't deal with the fact that you're gay!" Bickslow yelled angrily at Laxus, making him wince from his headache, but not for long.

Laxus glared at Bickslow and stood up, sparking with anger. "Get the hell out!" He yelled at Bickslow, ready to fight.

"Just listen to Freed. This is about your fucking kid Laxus. Are you really going to not only ditch Freed, but your kid too? So much for you being the honorable god of our Thunder Legion," Bickslow yelled back, not intimidated by Laxus's sparks.

Laxus's fists sparked and he was prepared to have an all-out fight with Bickslow. I couldn't let them fight, especially since it would be my fault if one of them got hurt. "Stop fighting!" I yelled, but they ignored me. I stood up and got between them at exactly the wrong moment. Laxus swung his fist at Bickslow as hard as he could and he hit me square in the side of my head. I felt my vision blur as I fell to the ground.

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter took so long. I've re-written it I don't know how many times. I hate my writing so much, but I hope you guys enjoyed it. Also, I know Freed probably wouldn't black out just from one hit to the head, but I'm accrediting that to the fact that he wasn't expecting it, and sorry for making Laxus such a jerk these last few chapters.