Hello world! I'm back! For now at least. This took forever, but I'm glad it's here. I'm gonna have less time to write now because school has started and homework can't be put off. I have a dream of one day having no homework! Anywho! Thanks for reading! I love you! Enjoy!

I wanted to find her so bad. I went to her hotel and that was a bust. I thought that maybe she was hiding from me, but after a couple hours, I decided to give up on waiting for her to come out. I walked around town, hoping to find her. I didn't think that when I found her that it would be by chance. It almost makes me feel like all that searching meant nothing. Of course, I was just glad that I found her.

Gray had asked me if I wanted to go with him to Lucy's party. I said yes, excited to see an old friend. I didn't see Lucy. Or well, I did see her, but she was really Rose. Or maybe Rose was really Lucy. Maybe she is a cyborg! I don't know what to think anymore. Let me try to explain it more clearly. Hopefully I will be able to understand myself.
I came to the party. Gray showed me to my childhood friend, Lucy. Thing is, Rose was standing in front of me where Lucy should be. What? Why?

"Rose?" I muttered. The girl sunk back, looking down to the floor. I bent my head in a way, so I could see the face she was so obviously hiding.

"Who's Rose?" asked Gray, saying the name as if it was foreign to his tounge.

"This is Rose!" I said a little too loud, gathering the attention of those around us. Gray elbowed me in the side.

"Natsu! Don't make a scene like last time. This is Lucy. You know, your childhood friend? Ring any bells?" He asked while waving his hand in front of my face. I would have bitten it off if it weren't for the person in front of me. She still looked down at the ground, refusing to meet my eyes. This is Rose, but she is also Lucy? That makes no sense! I walked up to her and clamped both my hands to her shoulders.

"Look at me." I told her.

"Natsu! Take your grubby hands off her!" Barked Gray. If there was anyone who wasn't looking, they were looking now.

"Who are you?" I asked, unsure of what to say in this kind of situation. The girl started to tense up underneath my gaze. It took a moment, but she finally opened her mouth to speak.

"My name is Lucy. You know me by Rose." She whispered with a shaky voice, lifting her head up to look at me.

"Why didn't you tell me who you were?" I questioned. There has to be a reason.

"I didn't want you to know who I was." She stated. I blinked my eyes in shock.

"Because you don't trust me?" I spat. She flinched at my harsh words and looked down at the ground again. Her silence was all I needed for me to storm out of the room. Before I could leave, she grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"It was just easier for me." She tried as I yanked myself from her grass.

"How poetic!" I scoffed. "You didn't even bother to think how much harder it was for me!"

"That's not what I meant!"

"But it is! You took the easy way out! That is exactly what you mean!"

"Natsu!" I wasn't listening. Tears started to stream down her cheeks and I felt conflicted about yelling at her, yet I kept on going.

"You lied to me!" I spat.

"I never thought you would find out. I was suppose to leave tomorrow." She said probably to herself. Her body shook as she still refused to look me in the eyes.

"That doesn't make it any better." I scoffed.

"I-I just thought-!"

"You didn't think!"

"Natsu!"

"What else did you lie about?"

"Nothing!"

"How do I know?"

"Because it's me! Remember?" she begged. "I'm the girl you spent the last couple days with!"

"Who is that girl? Cause' I don't know if she is Rose, or Lulu, or Lucy! How much of that girl was a lie?" I could feel myself to start to break down. I didn't want to in front of her. I couldn't let her see me in such a weak state.

"None of it was! I'm still the same girl!"

"How can I trust you?"

"You can."

"No... I can't." I sighed, defeated. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned around, leaving Lucy there to deal with the embarrassment of having everyone listen to our fight. I could hear voices trying comfort her from behind me and it made me sick. Whatever. I don't care. I won't care. That didn't stop me from crying as soon as she wasn't in my view.

Now I didn't break out in sobs. I mean, that just isn't manly. Natsu is no crybaby. Natsu is tough. Natsu is strong. Natsu is... sad. Depressed. Confused. Why did it have to be her? Why did she lie? Why do I have to like her so much?

I almost want to go back and see her, but every time she spoke it only hurt more. I couldn't be near her.

I made my way down to the street, considering whether to hail a taxi or not. That would take too long. I continued down the sidewalk towards the direction of my home. Each step seemed too slow. When would I be out of sight of this place. My feet moved quickly, uncaring of whether or not I stepped on any cracks. Luck was worthless at his point. Why even try?

Then Levy came running down the street after me. Maybe I shouldn't have stepped on those cracks. When she finally caught up she stood there, huffing and puffing.

"Y- you... didn't have to- to do that!" She breathed.

I scoffed. "I'm not the one in the wrong here."

"I understand that!" She tried, finally able to breathe again. "Trust me. I don't agree with Lucy's choices anymore than you do."

"Doesn't seem like it." I said, feeling myself get angry at the thought.

"I think she was stupid to lie to you. That's Lucy for you. She does stupid things sometimes, but she would never try to do anything to hurt you intentionally." She explained the best she could.

"How did she think that would not hurt me!" I said in frustration.

"Have you been crying?" she asked with caution.

"No! No, of course not!" I said, hiding my face from her. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks as I refused to look at her.

"Why would you be crying?"

"I- I wasn't crying!"

"Yes, you were!"

"No, I wasn't!"

"Don't lie to me!"

"Fine! It's just that she- she... I don't know!" I found myself struggling to express my feelings in to words.

"See?" said Levy upon seeing my dilemma.

"See, what?"

"You're having trouble explaining yourself." she said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that you need to try and understand Lucy's feelings. You were yelling at her. She was scared and embarrassed. Not to mention that the entire party was watching your little debacle. Thing is, that you had a hard time saying how you were feeling then, so why get mad at Lucy because she can't answer you right away?" She in one breath. When she finished she was huffing again.

"This is different." Was all I could say in reply.

"I think Lucy's reason for lying to you had something to do with the fact that you're her first friend in ages." She said, catching my attention.

"She has you, doesn't she?"

"I mean, someone on the outside. I work for her. You don't. You're not some crazed fan. You actually listen to her and like her and have fun with her. I think she knows that this wouldn't last."

"What wouldn't last?"

"Her relationship with you. She's a star. You aren't. This isn't some perfect world where you can be whoever you want. As sad as it is, this world is shallow. It just doesn't make sense for you two to be friends."

"Thanks, but no thanks." I said and started to walk away.

"She only did what she thought would cause her the least amount of pain." cried Levy behind me. Ignoring her, I continued on home.

When I got there, Makarov was waiting. He greeted me as I walked in. I gave him a weak reply and pushed past him to get to my room. It didn't long for him to figure out something was wrong. Gingerly, he knocked on the door to my room that I slammed behind. I threw my blanket over my head, not wanting any company. Makarov walked into my room anyways and sat in my desk chair across from me.

"So. Anything you want to tell me?" He asked. Unexpectedly, I told him everything and he sat there, listening. When I was done he just kept nodding his head.

"How could she do that to me?" I fumed.

"Why don't you ask her?" he suggested.

"And make friends? Are you crazy?"

"Close. Just ask this and listen to what she has to say. It could be eye opening."

"You're taking her side now?" I felt my fists clench together.

"No. I'm not, but what if she had a good reason? Even if it isn't good, you should try to understand where she's coming from."

"Yeah, right!"

"Listen. Instead of asking yourself why, go ask her."

I thought that over as I lay in bed that night. It really wasn't much thinking. Just remembering all the events that occurred. I stared up at that ceiling and watched the fan spin around. If I focused hard enough, I could forget. I still remembered that I was extremely sad, but at least I couldn't remember why. At one point, I looked over to the chair where Makarov sat to give me advice.

What am I doing here?

Say something, I'm giving up on you

I'll be the one, if you want me to

Anywhere, I would've followed you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small

It was over my head I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall

I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl

Say something, I'm giving up on you

I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

Anywhere, I would've followed you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I will swallow my pride

You're the one that I love And I'm saying goodbye

Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

And anywhere, I would have followed you

Oh-oh-oh-oh say something, I'm giving up on you

Say something, I'm giving up on you Say something