Heyyy! It's WriterzBlock finally updating this fic! hahaha. Anyways, i hope you like it and I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and followed this story so far! I also wanted to say that even though I know that they should be living in Japan, but I'm making them live in America simply because I'm too lazy to do research thoroughly and am more familiar with how high schools work in America since I live there haha. This fix is just kind of my own nalu fluff that I need so yeah lol

Sadly do not own Fairy Tail. Hire Mashima does!


Pink is my favorite color. Maybe it was because it was my mother's favorite as well. I would twirl in rose and blush colored dresses that she had bought me saying how they reminded her of me. Always laughing and smiling as I twirled and twirled. Sometimes, I'd sit for what felt like hours just sitting in one of my favorite pink dresses. My head spinning and looking down to see pink wave out from my waist. I did wear other colors when I was younger, but I always came back to pink.

I still wore the color after my mother died. Still would use the color to decorate my room and drench my diary in it. but, I never liked wearing pink dresses and twirling in them. Once my father began throwing hundreds upon hundreds of parties and choosing which dress I would wear, the dress was usually pink. Maybe he chose the color in a way of showing he still cared for me. Even in the tiniest and slightest. At least, I used to tell myself that. I used to argue with my father over not wearing a dress. In the end he always got my way and I was stuck in the stiff dress suffocating me the rest of the night. I haven't argued with him about it ever since.

The dress I wore tonight was no different. It was beautiful and full of layers draping down my body. I already felt like I was choking. Standing on the side lines and observing the people talking amongst themselves, I took a sip of my glass of water thinking about my bed. My feet should have been used to the pain of standing in heels for so long, but here I was wishing to throw the heels into my closet. The one thing I did like about my outfit for tonight was my hair. Capricorn had made an intricate bun on top of my head while leaving loose golden curls to frame my face. It still amazes me how he doesn't have his own salon still.

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My eyes moved along and got a glance of pink hair. It was Virgo handing out trays of appetizers to my father's coworkers with a pleasing smile brightening her features. I smiled despite my uncomfortable clothes happy her smile didn't seem strained. Secretly, I hoped she would bring along the tray of food to speak with me. Any excuse to not talk to the people here was a good one.

My wish was granted when Virgo glided across the room to meet up with me, "Hello Princess! Would you like any Bruschetta?" She proceeded to raise the tray closer towards me.

I nodded along and greedily took a piece, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Princess." She gave a slight bowed before she began to turn.

"Wait! Uh do you know how much longer-" I spoke rushed still trying to finish up the mouthful of Bruschetta I had taken a moment ago.

Virgo grinned knowingly without looking at her wrist watch, "About two more hours, Princess." With that she left gentle strides towards a group of huddled people. She must have checked the time before walking over towards me, being used to the question by now.

I finished off the rest of the small appetizer and gave a small sigh. Only two more hours. Only two more hours left then I could be back in my thick covers and sleep healing away the throbbing pain left behind from the heels. My mind wandered back to the idea of tossing these heels down into the darkest and deepest part of my closet. Hopeful I can pretend Virgo won't eventually find them laying about.

My eyes scanned the room once more seeing familiar faces of my childhood from various parties in the past. I followed my father moving along the crowd talking to others with a smile plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes turning away from his faced. Then I noticed two people around my father's age walking towards me with their son trailing behind them.

The lady around my Father's age reached her hand out in greeting with a similar smile my father has at the moment, "Hello Lucy, it's wonderful to see you again."

"Hi Mrs. Mallinson, it's great to see you both," I smiled up at Mr. and Mrs. Mallinson shaking her hand gently and releasing.

"How are your studies going?" Mr. Mallinson asked his voice not as curious as his question.

I looked behind them to see their son standing with his back straight and flicked my eyes back to Mr. Mallinson, "They're going well. We've been reading lots of interesting books recently so that's always fun," My voice slightly trailed off at the end.

Mrs. Madison gave me a smile, "That's wonderful. Oh!" She pretended as if she had just remembered something and slightly pulled her son forward closer towards me, "I meant to introduce you to our son, Mason."

I smiled back hoping that it didn't feel as awkward as I felt, "Hi, I think we've already met already, but it's nice to see you again."

Mason nodded, some of his dark hair falling in his face though he was quick to push it back, "Yes, as children."

"Oh yes! I'm so forgetful these days, aren't I Harry? Anyways, we'll let you two catch up," Mrs. Mallinson clutched her husbands arm and hurried off giving some excuse about needing to talk to someone else. I saw Mason's straight posture loosen once his parents had left them, but it was still straighter than some of the kids in her class though she couldn't blame them.

I cleared my throat racking my brain to find something to say to fill the silence between the two, "Uh so how have you been lately?"

"Good, I've mostly been busy with my studies."

Forcing my laugh to sound light and normal I responded back, "Same here! I feel like I haven't gotten even a half decent nights sleep due to all the homework I've had."

"Yeah..."

That wasn't true, but it was better to exagerate it to make some sort of conversation. It was strange and funny seeing how much a person could change from when they were a child. Mason used to bug me whenever we played together about random facts and such, now he seemed much more reserved about what he should say. It was like I was talking to a stranger. Not like anymore, I guess he really was a completely different person even thought I've only exchanged a few words with him so far...

How many times have I called Natsu a child? He really does act like one sometimes though. That pink haired idiot hadn't really changed much since I knew him. He was always one to jump into things without a second thought, say the first thing that came to his mind, and have an obsession with dragons and fire. Natsu was always saying how he was sure he'd been a dragon in one of his past lives. I of course told him that dragons never existed, but that just flew right over his head. Maybe for the best since it was hilarious seeing his excited face talk about the mythical creatures.

"Um Anyways, I think I'm just gonna go get a drink. It was great talking to you though," Another forced smile and then freedom from the awkward conversation with a few hurried steps away from him.

I had actually needed some water so I headed towards the bar asking for a glass of water and simply sat down at one of the stools sipping at the cool drink for a while. It wasn't the most entertaining thing to do in the world, but it was better than standing out there and talking about things I really didn't have any interest in. Even with my back turned to the crowd, I still had many familiar and new faces of guys around my age come up to introduce themselves or their parents would introduce their son just as the Mallinsons had done. I had only had a few interactions when I found there were no girls around my age, it seemed the only women here were mothers. It didn't take a genius to figure out my father had once again thrown some sort of stupid bachelorette type party for me.

I really should've seen this coming sooner.

Leaving my drink behind, I began searching through the crowd trying to end the conversations quickly whenever someone would try to start one with me. My eyes flew from face to face inspecting to see if they had bright blue eyes and a pink pixie cut. I knew it'd be no use to talk to my Father about this. Finally, my eyes set on the back of Virgo's head seeing her offer appetizers to several people.

I quickly joined the small group surrounding her looking at the faces I couldn't recognize, "I'm sorry, but," I turned towards her, "Virgo, can I speak to you alone for a moment?"

Her face was neutral giving nothing away, "Yes, Princess." She simply nodded to the other people and followed after me away from the party. We had moved near the kitchens where there were barely anybody besides the waiters and waitresses going in and out to serve food.

"Do I need to be punished?" She cut me off before I could even utter a word.

"No!" I shouted just like every other time I had whenever she asked that question, "I just wanted to know if you knew about this." I gestured towards the party of people.

"Of course I knew about the party, just like you did Princess" She said this as if I were crazy.

"No, what I meant was about my father setting me up!" I shouted in a whisper.

Her features gave no hint if she knew what I meant except for giving me a slight nod, "Ah yes I did. He had told all the staff and we were not to tell you under any circumstances. Who told you?"

I waved her off and made her concern for the other staff disappear, 'Don't worry, I figured it out." I just had wanted a confirmation that my father had done this.

"Are you sure I shouldn't be punished Princess?"

"Yes! Geesh..." I pushed some of my blonde strands that had escaped from the bun away behind my ear, "It's fine, really Virgo. How much longer of this mess?"

"An hour and a half, Princess."

"Uhhhgg!"

I really should've taken Natsu up on his favor. I'd much rather clean his room than be stuck here even five more minutes.

x X x

That hour and a half had turned out to feel like years especially when I was basically having fifty dates set up from my Dad at once. I flew open my door and slammed the door shut. The first thing I did was taking off my heels in a rush and rubbing my poor feet before hurling them into my closet. It felt better than I could have ever imagined. I hurriedly pulled layers upon layers of the stuffy dress away and slipped into fuzzy pajamas. The mere thought of peeling away the makeup plastered on my face and brushing my teeth never crossed my mind as i pulled back the covers and slid in them. Free at last to simply doze off and-

A light knock filled by a sweet voice cut across from behind my door, "Princess?"

I groan escaped me as I pulled the covers over my head.

"Princess?" This time the voice was louder followed by more knocking.

Still covering my head with the comforter, there was the sound of my door swinging open. Knowingly a popped my head out from the blankets to meet eyes with Virgo's blue eyes. This had slowly turned into an onhoing thing after every party. A tradition of sorts.

"I'm sorry Princess, but-"

I cut her off already anticipating the words that would come out of her mouth, "Yeah, I know. Sorry."

I regretfully crawled out of bed like a slug almost tripping over my feet trying to get to the bathroom. Once I looked in the bathroom mirror I was grateful towards Virgo. I always was in the morning, but after wearing heels for what felt like years it was hard to feel that way towards someone saying you had to get out of bed. The way I looked now, I realized just how right Virgo always is. Even though she does get slightly annoying wanting to be punished every five seconds.

My pink painted lips were smeared looking like a clown and my once gorgous smoky eyes made me resemble more of a racoon than an acual human being. The makeup hadn't been my most favorite even when it had been freshly plastered on. Usually I like wearing clear lipgloss and some mascara. Luckily, at least now, I was blessed with fairly clear skin so there wasn't a need for foundation. Of course, tonight it was smudged across my face.

With a sigh, I began peeling off and wiping away the painted on makeup not bothering with trying to rid myself of the black stains left behind from the mascara refusing to leave my skin. Hopefully, they would miraculously leave me alone in the morning. Everything would be better in the morning. You just had to tell yourself that. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. It was worth a shot to try though.

Shuffling back to my bed I glanced back at Vigo waiting patiently with her back perfectly straight. How she wasn't dying of deprived sleep was beyond me, "Night Virgo."

"Goodnight, Princess. I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah," I shoved my head underneath the covers like before not bothering to see if Virgo had left knowing I'd hear the door open and close like a few minutes before. I shut my eyes listening to Virgo's soft footsteps slowly drift away. My last thought thinking about texting Natsu, but my eyes were already heavy and the last thing they needed was staring at a bright screen.


Honestly I was mostly listening to this watch?v=ZyyuV-gkavg&list=PLA1uuqrJuNXsYihj0cBIQ-tNmhUIDiJir&index=14 while making this chapter!

Anyways, hope you all enjoyed and yeah tell me what you think! Thanks for reading! :)

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