Why did I do that? She wondered. Why did I do that?
She stared at the ceiling of her room, laying spreadeagled at the edge of her bed, feet dangling off the ground. She replayed that specific scene again, groaning and cursing herself for it. She covered her face and rolled over, burying her face into the blanket.
Was she aware of what she was thinking? Yes.
Did she berate herself for it? Yes, but no. Not quite enough, but enough.
"Why did I do that?" She groaned for the nth time. She rolled over again, hugging a pillow to her chest. She stared at the couch Loke usually slept on, feeling a blush creep onto her face as she thought about it again and groaned again.
It wasn't that she was confused why she kissed him, she knew quite well why, but that confused her. It confused her why she knew and felt that she should show affection to the suave monkey of a cat, but she didn't quite know or get what that 'thing' was per se.
He must've thought she was possessed or crazy. Maybe both.
"Possessed with the crazy ghost of love!" She could almost hear Mirajane sing. She groaned.
Love is nothing but a chemical reaction in the brain and nature's dandily bent plan.
But to even think of love, well. Lucy shook her head and sat up. She huffed, blowing a strand from her face. She hopped to her feet and marched to her vanity mirror on her dresser. She slammed her hands onto the dresser, the contents rattling on the top as she did so, and stared hard at her image.
"You will pull yourself together, Lucy," She said to herself, tone commanding. "You will pull yourself together, so help me, I'll go to a nunnery."
She stopped and frowned at her reflection. Okay, no. Too much.
Downstairs, her parents involuntarily shuddered, to their confusion.
"Okay, no. Not a nunnery. Um," She furrowed her brows, staring up at the ceiling. "Yeah, okay. I'll date Sting," She nodded, agreeing with herself.
Funny she considered Sting as a 'remedy' to the 'illness' that was Loke and that certain 'something.'
"Right. You will pull yourself together about this thing, or so help me, we will date Sting." She nodded once in firm decision.
She stiffed at the sound of something tapping against glass. It came from the window. The window Loke usually used to get in and out; had he heard her ridiculous soliloquy? What if he thought or read the situation wrong and though she was deciding Sting over him?
She stiffly turned around, finding no sign of a cat or Loke outside. She relaxed, releasing the breath she was holding, but jumped a little when the tapping continued. She cocked her head to the side, approaching the window. She sighed when she found a small bird outside, tapping the glass lightly. She opened the window a crack, the bird flying in quickly, settling by her dresser.
The bird hopped around the dresser top. The was a small note on its little leg. She hesitated to retrieve it, was it she scared the bird? When she frowned, the bird flew toward her, hovering a foot away from her. Holding out her hands, the bird landed gently onto them, almost careful not to hurt the girl with its talons.
She carefully retrieved the note from the bird's leg, waving it around and unfolding it with one hand. As she smoothed the paper against the foot of her bed, the bird flew out of the room as quickly as it entered.
"Lucy," The note read, the handwriting neat though the letter itself messy with odd stains here and there.
"Lucy, I've set our date for Saturday. I'll ask your parents if we can spend the night at the place (who are happily fine with us going there for the night; don't worry, the lodgings are fine, and we'll stay in separate buildings. I have it covered), and bring you back by Sunday noon. If I'm lucky, I can get you until Sunday at three. I'll have to be out for the night though, to get the preparations ready. Also, I might not be able to bring you to school tomorrow either, because of the same reason. I'll tell you the most basic and non-spoiling details later sometime. Don't miss me too much."
She rolled her eyes at the last sentence, scoffing a little.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Princess. All my love, Loke." It finished. She smiled a little at the end, almost missing the small follow-up message her hand covered. "Remember to lock your window!" It read.
She shook her head and chuckled, moving to lock said window. Such a worrywart, the cat. She pondered over what he said, imagining the day playing with children and maybe animals. She smiled. It never crossed her mind that Loke would have a soft spot in him other than for her, which was an endearing thing.
He'd be a good man in the future, She thought idly to herself, ignoring her own confusion at the thought. Instead, she thought of Saturday.
DATE STARTED: November 15-ish, 2014; around two-ish PM.
DATE FINISHED: December 6, 2014; 4:16 AM.
C/N: Be proud of me, friends. I have technically three papers to do and an exam to study for, but that's okay. Also, please suggest friends. Please.
"We're all mad here."