I'm feeling a bit shit at the moment because I just read a sad (but really good!) fanfiction and I hate my art class at school, so I decided to post the next chapter. I'm excited about this. We've finally reached our . . . (searches through English 9 notes) climax! 2 more chapters to go! I'll give you some spoilers: The next chapter is more climax and the last chapter is . . . (searches through English 9 notes again) resolution! Hope you like the surprise twist!


Jellal came home and fell on the couch as he did about a month ago. He was tired after setting a table on fire.

It seemed like Jellal couldn't do anything right. He kept on fucking things up with Erza. It was as if fate wanted to keep them separate.

Jellal heard footsteps coming down the stairs and he quickly jumped off the couch to avoid being sat on by Siegrain again. However, it just turned out to be Mystogan.

"It's just me," Mystogan took his usual spot in the living room. Jellal sat back down on the couch, outstretching his legs and worrying about what had just happened. "What happened?"

"What?" Jellal asked.

"You seemed upset," Mystogan answered.

"Yeah," Jellal sighed. "I keep on fucking things up with Erza."

"Like always?" Siegrain popped up from behind the couch.

"AH!" Jellal jumped up. "Don't scare me like that!"

"What can you do about it?" Siegrain asked, shrugging. He went and took his own seat on the armrest of the couch, "So, what have you done?"

"I'm not telling you," Jellal informed his brother.

"What about me?" Mystogan asked. "What has gone wrong with you and Erza?"

"Well, I dropped my textbook on my foot in front of her," Jellal began to list. "When I was at Laxus's party she spun me too hard and I threw up in the bushes in front of her, and I just recently set a table-cloth on fire at a date that Laxus and his girlfriend Mira set up."

"Wow, you fucked up bad," Siegrain answered.

"I know," Jellal sighed.

"So, what are you going to do about your crush?" Mystogan asked.

"I do not know," Jellal answered. "I truly do not know."

"Well, how I see it, is that you're a loser and you won't make the first move," Siegrain began.

"I don't want your help," Jellal rejected any ideas Siegrain had.

"And if you're going to suggest something, be constructive," Mystogan added.

"I am trying to be constructive!" Siegrain argued. "So since you won't make the first move, and Erza probably won't make the first move either because you both are stupid, you let me handle it."

"What do you mean 'I let you handle it'?" Jellal asked, interested in Siegrain's idea, though in the idea it would be rejected to the deepest pits of hell.

"Well, I make the first move for you," Siegrain answered.

"I still don't understand," Jellal replied.

"I kiss Erza for you," Siegrain explained.

"What!? No!" Jellal rejected the idea to the deepest pits of hell.

"She won't know, I look just like you," Siegrain continued.

"She'll know it's you, and then she'll beat the both of us up!" Jellal stood up, outraged and scared at the thought of the idea.

"No she won't, she'll never find out if you don't spill," Siegrain continued and followed Jellal over to the stairs.

"You will not do this, or else I will hate you for eternity! Because it's the stupidest and craziest idea I have ever heard in my whole life!" Jellal shouted. "I'm going to my room!"

Jellal stormed up the stairs and slammed his door shut. Siegrain looked at Mystogan afterwards. Mystogan looked up from his book, and they stared at each other for a couple of minutes. Finally, Mystogan spoke up.

"Don't you dare."