PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING
this is most definitely a filler chapter. sorry, it was necessary. but the next chapter is going to be exciting, i promise :)
"Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and-"
"Wow, dad. Literally, not even five minutes ago. We established no singing." I said, outrightly pointing to the post-it note pasted on top of the radio dial.
"Come on Juvia, don't you wanna jam with your old man?" He asked jokingly, hitting the horn to the beat of the song.
"Dad, that's an excellent way to get shot." I informed, watching the other drivers get mildly aggravated by my dad's horn abuse.
"Aw, you're not gettin' it. You see, I'm just trying to get it on like all the young kids nowadays-"
"Jesus Christ, dad, I thought I could get at least another good year out of you before you turned into one of those dads." I snarled, turning up the radio to tune out his tone-deaf antics.
"Well if you're going to be rude about it, I guess I have no choice but to turn to Rush." My dad threatened, cranking the radio up to an ungodly number and probably deafening several forest animals in the process.
Rush was my dad's signature old man band, he pretty much bought all their merch, watched all their movies, rage listened to every CD, he'd even seen them in concerts a few times.
Frankly, it was horrifying.
"Just tell me when we get there," I groaned, pulling my neck pillow so it stretched around my head and covered up my ears.
It was Thursday, and the first official day of the tournament was tomorrow. My mom had forced me to go to school today, but the second I got home my dad drop-tackled me and threw me into the car like a sack of old potatoes. He had gotten reservations at a booked hotel, only because we ordered a single person room, all of the double and up rooms were reserved for other people coming to the tournament from farther out Fiore. Mom told me he only scored the reservations because he cried on the phone and the hotel booking person gave him a room that was supposed to be used for some sort of extra holding room.
So yeah. I'd sort of lucked out, I got to skip school tomorrow to watch hockey (with my dad…) and get quality look-at-Gray time. AKA filling my eye sockets with pure gold and forcibly shoving buckets of precious metals into my tear ducts. Brilliant.
My phone buzzed. Ew. That's right. Fabio would be there too.
WHY RNT U HERE YET?/!?
Sting is such an eloquent texter, I swear.
my mom made me go to school today. chill.
I sent it to him, knowing full well Sting wouldn't heed my advice.
asdfghjjhecvghdcv but i hate everbody here cum save me bby
Ew. I pretty much hate him.
shut up. i need a nap, ill b there in like an hour.
I sent the last text to Sting and rested my head against the rest.
ok, luv u daddy.
My face wrinkled up in discomfort. He truly was excellent at resurrecting all of my deepest fears.
gross get ur daddy kink away from me.
And, with one final text to send me off to sleep, Sting reminded me of how much he loved teasing.
;)
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Two and a half hours and seven bathroom stops later (fucking dad and his peanut bladder), I crawled into the hotel, my arm firmly wrapped around my pillow and the hood of my hoodie covering my wicked witch face.
If I looked like how I felt, I'd probably look like the human version of asbestos.
"Hey, I'm gonna go grab the room key. You guard our bags." My dad instructed, making the 'I'm watching you' motion with his hands. I saluted him and collapsed into the waiting room.
I hoarded the bags next to me and kicked my feet on top of them, because I was a cool kid. There were a bunch of kids my age in the lobby, too, but much closer to where they were handing out complimentary muffins and decaf coffee.
Ooh, don't mind if I do~
I ignored the voice in the back of my head telling me to return to my post guarding the bags with the logic of 'no one wants to steal my shit anyways'. I needed a muffin, god fucking dammit.
Apparently, I love embarrassing myself, because I clearly looked like I deserved a starring role in night of the living dead, yet I still surfed through the crowd of above average looking hockey guys without even a second glance. Because muffins.
The muffins were huge and wrapped in clear plastic wrap. I grabbed a chocolate chip one and scurried back to my bags eagerly.
My phone started ringing and I was tempted to ignore it. But I couldn't stand my bra vibrating like crazy, so I yanked my phone out of it and hit accept.
I got a few weird looks from the hockey boys. What? Never seen a girl use her bra for storage before? Dicks.
"Hello?"
"Juvia! You've gotta help me!"
Jesus Christ.
"Is your junk caught in the zipper again?" I asked wryly, no doubt earning myself a few more confused stares from la casa de hot guys.
"No! I can't figure out how to turn on the shower in my room! Come help me!"
I sighed. "Sting, I just got here."
"Great! I'm in room 335, I'll let you in-"
"God, would you at least let me settle in?" I requested. He made a grumbling sound.
"Fine. But I still haven't the slightest clue how to use this shower. There's no…buttons!"
I laughed a little bit. "Goodbye, Sting."
"Bye Juvia."
I hung up on him halfway through my name. We had the strangest relationship, I swear.
My dad came in shortly after, babbling about some hockey person he saw in the parking lot and how he was so excited for the tournament, blah, blah, blah.
"We're the last room on the third floor, they don't have that many single rooms, so they're always on the end of the hall." My dad explained as we boarded the elevator. At least we weren't on the first floor, I can tell you from personal experience that the only thing that happens on the first floor is foot stomping and screaming children on their way to the pool.
Despite everything, the hotel was extremely fancy. Like I-really-can't-believe-my-dad-can-afford-this fancy. Not that we were poor, it was just…opulent.
Each double room and up had a fun little collage on the door as we walked past them, it didn't take me long to realize that they were the hockey player's pictures and team numbers. We were walking past Hargeon's team right now I could tell because of the red-and-blue paper and the glittery words go swordfish! on each poster.
"I know that guy!" My dad pointed to one of the collages and began rattling off statistics like the hockey player was some world of warcraft character. Almost impressive dad, almost.
A little bit past Hargeon's team was our team, East Magnolia Bullsharks. Of course I lucked out and got the same level as our team, because the first thing I wanted in the morning was to wake up to a bunch of sweaty fuckboys. And Gray.
Right. Gray sort of balances that out.
My eyes followed each name poster, trying to find Gray's so I could evaluate exactly how far away he was from my room and exactly how many bags I'd need to hyperventilate into.
I passed Sting's room as well. He was really fucking photogenic.
Gray's room was six away from mine, and on the opposite side of the wall. I stopped short in front of his room and admired his pictures. There was one of him and his family when he was younger, holding up a hockey trophy. It looked like one of his skates was buried into Lyon's head, but it was still really cute.
"Is that a muffin?" My dad asked behind me, also admiring Gray's photos. Oh. I had almost forgotten about that.
I unwrapped the muffin while simultaneously drooling over Gray's poster, a shiny number 13 plastered at the top. I touched the muffin to my lips, inhaled its sweet muffin scent, licked a chocolate chip-
And threw the muffin with everything I had at the door. It broke into a bunch of little muffin pieces in a very climactic way and made a huge mess all in front of Gray's door.
It was a raisin. It was a god damn raisin muffin. A poison shit muffin from hell.
"We should probably go." My dad said.
"Yup." I agreed hastily. Hopefully no one important witnessed that.
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The first game was early tomorrow morning at eight. They would be going against the Galuna Island Demons. I heard that they were fairly good, too, and they were from way off state so we had no gauge to judge them by.
Oh well. I'd managed to tame my hair and make myself look averagely presentable, at least as far as that goes, and I had decided to take a tour, courtesy of Sting.
My dad was napping in the hotel room. Probably too much stimulation, at this rate I'd have to lock him up in a crate like a goddamn Labrador.
"And this, milady, is my room. We have plenty of packaged snacks, if you're ever interested." Sting wiggled his eyebrows like twinkies were the equivalent of an orgy and I almost ended him right then and there.
"Moving on, as you can see, all of our team players are situated on the third floor. Including our number one cheerleader, Juvia Lockser, who will be required to wear a bikini throughout the entire tournament-yowch what was that for?" Sting blanched after I smacked him in the head. Dorkus.
"Quit dorking around." I demanded. He shrugged.
"Fine, fine. Let's go see the pooool, I think I saw a bunch of shirtless guys…" Sting cackled.
We hitchhiked down the elevator (pissing off some mom in the process – it wasn't my fault Sting pressed every button there was.) Then we walked to the pool in the most flamboyant way possible.
"Race ya," Sting challenged, raising a blond eyebrow so that his scar jerked upwards. I nodded and shot down the hallway. There was no way I was gonna let that yellow weasel beat me at anything sports related – ever.
Sting kicked his leg to the side and I nimbly made a bunny jump and pulled ahead of him.
"Did you just try to trip me?!" I accused. His laughing confirmed my suspicion, only adding fuel to the fire.
I beat him by a half a second, he insisted that he had arrived before me. Cocky asshole.
"Ooh, check it out. See any tens in there?" Sting asked, pressing his cheek up against the glass of the pool door and fogging it up with his breath.
"There's so many…dudes." I commented lamely. Seriously. If Lucy were here (and not infinitely pissed at me) she would yell at me for not jumping at the chance to go bikini surfing on a bunch of hot abs.
Not that I know exactly what that means.
"Man I love tournaments." Sting gurgled under his breath. Maybe I should go muffin fishing again, they can't all be raisin-
"What the hell are you two doing?"
Sting and I turned around like we had just been caught in the middle of sex. Loke, one of the team members who I had mild tolerance for, was standing shirtless and seemingly waiting for us to escort him into the pool.
"Tour." Sting answered succinctly. Loke looked doubtful. Maybe his gaydar was on point too.
"Hey, you look familiar. Weren't you dating Gray for a while?" He asked curiously. I felt my heart take a bow and wave to an imaginary crowd at the very thought of someone believing I was anywhere near Gray's league. Even if he implied we weren't together any longer, it was still an honor to be Mrs. Gray Fullbuster material.
"No, she's here for me." Sting said possessively. I pinched his arm.
"That's not what he asked. And no, Gray and I are just friends." I explained,
A few other hockey players from Magnolia East followed Loke. Thank god I no longer looked like Dracula.
"Uh. Well, if you're not busy, you should come swim with us." Loke said, voice in the kind of smarmy tone that made me not want to do anything with him ever.
"Nah, she's too busy practicing her cheer routine for us tomorrow. She's still gonna wear her bikini though." Sting joked. Loke raised an eyebrow at me.
"What color?" Some guy asked from behind Loke. Jesus Christ.
"The color of your blood." I answered. I got a few laughs, probably because they weren't used to women not enjoying their little fuckboy burlesque house, or whatever the hell was going on here.
"Man, she sure loves to threaten people," Sting laughed, "Juvia, let's go make some hot chocolate."
I nodded and cut through the crowd of shirtless hockey boys. I think I accidentally touched like three sets of abs.
"Hey, Juvia, you made it?'
Instantly I felt self conscious. Did my hair look ok? Was my makeup acceptable in public?
"Y-yup. Told you I wouldn't miss it." My heart skipped like, seven beats.
Ouch. My eyes are starting to water. Seriously, who told him it was alright to walk around without a shirt and a towel draped over your shoulder? I can physically feel my body melting– Sting is gonna have to drag me back to my room.
"Sorry I'm late guys, someone threw a muffin at my door." Gray crinkled his eyes at the strangeness of the attack.
"How weird." I laughed awkwardly. Oops.
"It was probably those damn Galuna Island punks, they're scared of you, Fullbuster." Sting, surprisingly, covered my ass. Then again, he didn't know that I was the muffin culprit.
"Yeah, haha, hilarious, let's go Sting," I prodded through gritted teeth. My eyes had lingered far too long on Gray's chest, another second and he would've caught me and I would've died and Sting would've had to bury me in the backyard or something. I don't know, just seeing that much…Gray had my mind fuzzier than a cotton candy cloud.
"Whoa, you know Sting?" Gray asked before I could escape nonchalantly. Fan-fucking-tastic Gray. I thought I could count on you, you goddamn handsome asshole.
"I'm offended that you sound so surprised, Gray. Juvia is my closest confidante and possible surrogate." Sting said, rubbing my stomach sensually.
A look crossed Gray's face that I couldn't quite decipher. Hatred? Love? Confusion? Probably the latter.
"Shut up Sting. You're my surrogate. I'll see you later, Gray." I said with a side-splitting fake smile, sliding Sting to the lobby (and the hot chocolate machine).
Once we were far enough away from Charlie's Angels: Hockey Edition, Sting began making that annoying eyebrow wave that he could do.
"Was that a spot of jealousy I saw on Gray's face? Didn't realize you guys were that close," he hinted, grabbing a Styrofoam cup and biting the side just to make sure that it was really Styrofoam.
Yeah Sting, really. Comparing jealousy to tea.
"That was your overactive imagination." I poked, grabbing a cup as well.
"Mm! Before I forget, I wanted to propose an idea to you." Sting said, leaning his weight on the table while propped on his elbow. He sipped his hot chocolate eloquently (and then not-so-eloquently when he spit it everywhere. It was boiling hot, after all).
"And what's that?" I humored lightly, waiting for my hot chocolate to finish brewing all the while eying the muffins suspiciously.
He grinned at me like I had just accepted a deal with Lucifer.
"Walk with me."
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I can't believe I actually agreed to Sting's dumb stupid proposition.
It was 12:35 a.m., neither of us should technically be awake, but I had agreed to come with him because he gave me the puppy dog face and said he'd never ask for anything else ever again, and I could go for a little leeway when it comes to Sting and favors.
My dad was fast asleep, snoring on the bed. Since we only had a one-person room, I had to sleep on the pull out couch, which was honestly more of a squishy slab of foam than a mattress. But that's ok, I was completely fine with contracting scoliosis.
"Uuugh, what took you so long?" Sting groaned, leaning against the frame of my door.
"Shhh, come on, let's just go." I said hurriedly.
"Wow, nice swimsuit Juvs. Really accentuates your cuuurves." He wolf whistled, and I almost ripped a piece of his stupid spiky hair out.
"Shut up already, I don't want my dad to hear, he might think we're going out to frickle frackle, or something." I hissed. He covered his lips at my word usage and smothered his laughter.
"Fine, fine. Let's go." He agreed through his laugh guard. We snuck through the hall quietly, Sting started whipping his towel around like a baton twirler.
"What the hell are you doing?" I gasped, watching the tan rag swirl around hypnotically.
"Dunno. Hey check this out-" Sting interrupted his own towel trick when he accidentally lost his grip and the towel hit one of the player's posters and it fell to the ground.
"And…now we run." I said anticlimactically, motioning towards the elevator, still about forty feet ahead.
"Right." Sting accepted my terms, swiveling forwards and getting ready to take off running.
But lately, things haven't really been that easy.
The room across from the one that Sting accidentally defaced opened its door menacingly. Not even a minute in to expedition Eucliffe-Lockser and we had been foiled.
And by the world's most dedicated party-pooper, too.
"What the hell are you two idiots doing?" Lyon asked (or screeched), probably an entire bonfire in his eyes as he glared at us.
"Going…out for a swim?" Sting asked.
"You have a game early tomorrow, you should be getting sleep! Not getting laid, and you-" Lyon turned to me, "quit seducing people, temptress!"
Whoa. Did he just call me temptress? Was that the Lyon equivalent of a mega-whore?
"Temptress? Wow Juvia, keep it in your pants much?' Sting nearly lost it at Lyon's dialect. I nearly lost it at the fact that Lyon was implying that Sting went for chicks.
Oh yeah. I did make a hilarious Sting reference to him that one time, and he didn't get it. Maybe his gaydar is busted. Not that straight people have gaydar anyway.
"Look Lyon, this is gonna take…not even ten minutes. Just don't pop a vein till then and I'll bring him back safe and sound, ok?" I bargained. Lyon looked like he wanted to object with maybe some more old-timey zingers, but that didn't exactly happen.
"Lyon? Go to bed goddammit, weren't you the one that was whining about sleep deprivation anyways?"
"I'm kinda busy here, Gray." Lyon gritted, turning back to us with a frown.
"Yeah Gray, go back to bed. We were just inviting Lyon to a rave." Sting called into the room.
Gray, obviously suddenly interested because Sting was at his door, pushed past Lyon in his pajamas (kill me) and looked at us like we were insane.
And I'm still wearing a bikini.
I subtly covered my body with my towel and tried to make it look nonchalant. The last thing I wanted was for Gray to see how disgusting I looked under all those hoodies and sweatpants.
…Come to think of it, I might actually look better without all my clothes on…
"We're just gonna go down to the pool, real quick bye-bye Lyon." I said all in one breath as I started walking sideways in the direction of the elevator.
"Isn't the pool closed?" Gray asked. I nodded.
"Cool. I'm coming with." He spoke eagerly. I could've sworn I saw a tiny little explosion go on inside Lyon's brain through his eyeballs.
"What? Gray – you need to sleep-"
"I'll sleep when I'm dead, be back in a few." Gray answered as he elegantly slammed the door in Lyon's face.
"Wow. That was…"
"Well-put." Sting finished for me. "Let's go swimming!"
Sting bounced ahead and I realized that I was closer to Gray than I was to Sting. Uh-oh. Small talk, small talk, come on Juvia, this is what you've been training for!
"So are we really swimming? Or…" Gray trailed off, waiting for an answer.
"Sting wants to race me." I grumbled, because yes, that was his big plan, he didn't believe that I had what it took to be on the varsity swimming team and wanted me to prove him wrong. And I liked being right, so it was a win-win situation.
"Ah. Are we placing bets?" He joked. Part of me wondered who he would place his money on. Probably me, just because I wasn't sure if Sting even knew how to swim.
"You'd be the only one." I replied. Sting was motioning at us to come quick, he must've already pressed the elevator button like eight thousand times.
"So, you and Sting, huh?" Gray asked wryly, looking down at the carpet, "how long has that been goin' on?"
I looked at him confusedly. "What? Like…since we met?"
"Since you guys started…you know…"
"-God no." I interrupted, an eruption of giggles surfacing at my lips. "Just…no."
"Strictly platonic. I see." He said, kind of weirdly. It wasn't like him to sound strangled and confused, that was my thing.
We got in the elevator and Sting dragged his hands across the buttons like some five-year old obsessed with pressing things.
"Sting, press one more button, and I'll break your collarbone." I threatened. He held out a finger testily, hovering over a button.
"Do it," Gray whispered encouragingly, "I dare you."
Sting pressed the button and I swung my hand around his neck, pulling myself onto his back and yanking him backwards.
"Ow, Juvia, this hurts!" He squealed as I bent him backwards like a doll, using my weight against him. Gray was laughing hysterically as the elevator started and stopped all the while as I held Sting down in a makeshift chokehold.
Sting, since he was five fucking years old, decided to fight back by biting me.
"Jesus, Sting, you wanna side of soylent green with that, you fucking weirdo?" I screeched, taking a look at the slobbery bite mark on my wrist.
"Ooh, look. We're here, goody." Gray said dryly.
The lobby was rather dark, save for one sleeping guy at the reception desk. Perfect, we won't have to worry about getting caught. Sorta.
I'm pretty sure Sting was playing the pink panther theme song inside his head because the way he was moving it sure seemed like he was dancing to the beat of his own drum.
"Whaddya say Juvia, wanna back out? It'll save your reputation…" Sting advised.
"What reputation?" I laughed, shedding my towel and showing off my stark white bikini. Definitely a risky choice on my part, one call from mother nature and the bottom half would turn into a walking advertisement from Japan. But it was super cute and had little layers and made my boobs look a tiny bit bigger than they actually were. "Oh yeah, the reputation of the girl who royally fucked up the meet and then subsequently quit. Any losing I do here today will have little to no impact on my, reputation." I said reputation with air quotations as I dove into the water anti-gracefully.
"Wait, you quit the swim team?" Gray asked, baffled as he ducked to his knees to talk to me on my level.
Right. Shit. I thought I told him that? Maybe not.
"Oh yeah, I did. Actually Gray, funny story-"
"Shut your damn cakeholes and behold the king of the pool!" Sting screamed and jumped into the water behind Gray and I, effectively soaking whatever parts of us weren't wet already. This proved even worse for Gray, considering he was wearing pajamas.
"Shut up dumbass, let's get this race on the road!" I pushed him away from me and splashed his floofy blond hair. He laughed maniacally and glided to the edge of the pool.
"Alright – here are the rules. No kicking people or hitting them, basically no cheating." Sting eyed me suspiciously. I winked. "First person back to this wall after touching the other wall wins."
Sting was making this too easy for me. It was a see-through ploy to show him that I had lost on purpose at the last meet, I could see that well enough.
I just didn't care.
"Gray, count how many seconds I beat Juvia by. Then I can call her that number as a hilarious nickname for the rest of her life." Sting added fuel to the flame. He was trying way too hard.
"Ready?" I asked him sweetly, kicking my legs up onto the wall and flipping my hair at him, showering him in a brilliant hair waterfall.
"I was born ready." He answered, getting way to eager to propel himself off of the wall.
"Alright guys, one…two…three…go!" Gray set us off.
For once, I was glad to not have a thousand eyes on me, waiting for me to slip up. Just Gray.
My arms and legs cut through the water so fast it was slightly painful. I could feel my hair swirling all around me and I almost ingested some I was going so fast.
Sting was gonna eat his words. And his ass, once I was finished with him.
I shot off the opposite wall and returned to the wall we started at.
My hand touched the wall so gracefully and I flung my head out of the water like one of those majestic swimsuit models. My hair flew in a cute little arc along with a bridge of water. The aftermath of my hair probably looked like someone from whoville. Oh well. Sting was still swimming. Asswipe.
Gray was looking at me weirdly. I met his gaze and made a 'the fuck you starin' at' look. He raised his eyebrows, like he was saying 'what do you mean?'.
Shit, this was way too coupley. We couldn't be having full conversations with our eyes.
"Dammit! Juvia! You beat me!" Sting wailed, splashing me with his whole body as he did the dead man's float. Apparently losing did kill him.
"Dammit Sting! Get off me!" I groaned, pushing his dead weight off of me.
"She cheated, didn't she?" Sting asked Gray. He shook his head and shrugged.
"Foiled. Juvia, how could you? I trusted you!" Sting pretended to sob onto my shoulder. I patted his back like he was a baby who needed to be burped.
Gray watched us with keen interest. Maybe he was jealous. Sting was kind of hot.
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"Fuck this! Fuck it all! I hate this! Fuck! I need food!"
It was break time, or whatever they called it in hockey lingo. We were down by one goal. Probably because those Galuna Island coconut sucking fucknuts had body checked Gray within the first five minutes of the game and was still recovering.
Our team could survive without Gray. But the question was whether or not they could win.
And I wasn't sure if the odds were ever in our favor at that point.
My dad was in such hysterics he took a bar break. And my dad never leaves in the middle of hockey.
"Juvia!"
I looked up from my perched 'rethinking my life choices' position to see who had called me.
"Jellal!" I waved him down eagerly. When he was within reach, I began opening and closing my hands like a toddler who wanted to be picked up. "You made it!"
"Yeah, we're down though." Jellal ate some of his microwave popcorn (where'd he get a microwave?) and offered me some. I complied with grace.
"Erza's gonna kill us for ditching her," I mumbled in between bites of popcorn. Yummy.
"Most definitely." He agreed solemnly, accepting the seat I offered him beside me.
"You think they'll pull through?" I asked hopefully. I really wanted us to win, for Gray. And Sting.
"Maybe if they put Gray back in." Jellal said, before turning to me and giving me a semi-serious look. "Speaking of…"
Oh jesus. Here comes the 'you like Gray' speech.
"So…you and Fullbuster, huh? Never would've pictured you liking a guy like him." He nodded, like he somehow approved our relationship.
"No, no, no, no. There is no Gray and Juvia, just Gray, and then several ellipses later, Juvia. Got it?" I clarified.
"Aw come on Juvia, I think you should go for it." He cheered, pumping his fist in the air like he was blowing a tiny train whistle.
"No way. I'm twenty thousand leagues below the sea compared to Gray. Like that sad little algae slime that grows on the bottom of your boat. That's me." I described, folding my arms over my chest and exhaling.
"And I'm not below Erza? I mean, Jesus Christ, you could mop me off the floor just to make room for her. I still got her though. Forget about standards Juvia, you put yourself down too much." He said, probably attempting to give me a pep talk but I had a barrage of comebacks.
"That's different." I bit out, even though it really wasn't that different. Besides the fact that Erza was most likely more charitable than Gray when it came to dating below your league.
"How so? Just do what I did. I pestered Erza and forced myself into her friend group, then I asked her to homecoming. It's as simple as that." Jellal snapped his fingers and grinned.
"Homecoming's over."
"Then prom." Jellal corrected, with a primeval smile I wanted to smack off of his stupid tattoo-y face.
"…No."
"Come on Juvia, give it a shot! If you really like him-"
"-but it doesn't really matter anyway. We only have like a month left of school. Then we're off to college – it's not like Gray and I are going to the same college, it's pointless to try." I ended my arguments with a sigh to conclude the creation of earth itself.
"Wow. You've put a lot of thought into this, I can tell." He said with a small laugh. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I really did think about it like all the time.
The game started up again and my dad returned. I was partially glad that Jellal stayed as well, I liked his company. And his popcorn. Not quite sure which one I preferred yet.
They did end up putting Gray back in, towards the end of the game when they were tied. My dad's eyes practically rolled into the back of his head orgasmically. He loves hockey so damn much.
Things picked up after that, and all of East Magnolia turned into the 'protect Gray Fullbuster 2k15 squad' and he ended up scoring a goal. My dad started tearing up.
"He's really good." Jellal said, after the game was over. The final score was 6-5,and my dad was apparently trying to resurrect shaking baby syndrome by shaking me hysterically by my shoulders.
"Yeah, I know." I spoke, looking back towards the still partying players hobbled across the ice.
I wondered if somewhere in the crowd, there was a scout for Magnolia University giving Gray a once-over and putting him on a list of possible candidates.
What if I was ruining Gray's future? What if (ugh) Lyon was right? Was I leading Gray in the wrong direction?
I shook the idea off like it was nothing more than a spider on my jacket. It was Gray' decision, not mine, and not Lyon's. I was simply encouraging him to broaden his horizons. That was all.
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There was an after party for the team at some pizza place, but I made up some excuse not to go. I had a lot to think about.
Like what Jellal had said, about taking a chance. And prom. And my issues with Lucy. And the swim team. And Gray. Just Gray in particular.
Man, there was a lot of shit going on in my life. That wasn't normal, trust me.
I aimlessly channel-surfed the hotel tv, my dad went off to the sports bar with some other hockey dads (but you know, good for him) and I was left alone in the room.
There was a knock at my door. Ugh. Probably housekeeping again. The little hanging thing that said 'do not disturb' was really flimsy and always fell off the door, so I don't really blame them.
I hopped off my dad's bed, gave my hair a quick ruffle so I looked a little bit less like Thing One (seriously, blue hair and all. Levy was a little bit better at cosplaying them than me, but come on. Opportunities like this don't come every century) and walked over to the door.
I peeked through the peeky hole and saw what looked like emo black hair. Seriously. Just a mop of dark hair and then a third of a face.
I opened the door, semi-curious as to why My Chemical Romance would want to be advertising at this time in the day, until I recognized the thin blue t-shirt and worn jeans that belonged to Gray.
"Hey there Joe Jonas, anything I can get you?" I joked. His hair was still covering his face. What is this, guess who?
He sighed heavily, and flipped back his hair so that it was normal.
Ah. Now I get it.
Gray had been harboring a wicked shiner, all purplish black. It was sad that I still wanted to bang him.
"D'awww, guess that body check really did a number on you." I chastised, pushing my door open so he could come in. He gladly accepted my wordless offer, sidling into my room and taking a seat on the pull-out couch.
"Want some ice?" I asked, grabbing the tongs and comically opening and shutting them. He nodded and I grabbed a cheap plastic bag and started filling it with ice from the cooler.
"So, what brings you to la casa de Juvia?" I asked, throwing him the ice bag. He caught it in one hand.
"I'm just sick of Lyon, and Magnolia University." He grumbled. I turned to look at him. He was watching Say Yes to the Dress with dull interest. I suppose it was difficult for him to admit that the only person who supported his dream was a lowly bitch who harbored a sick-ass crush on him.
"Need some real talk?" I implied, laying on the bed stomach first. Extremely painful, of course. Fuck my boobs, they've gotten me absolutely nowhere.
"What've you got for me?" He asked hopefully. I actually had nothing.
"Um…a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?" I offered with a guilty shrug.
"Wow. I think I'll take that one to the grave." He jeered. Well, I guess I'd rather have him making fun of me than moping about his droopy eye.
It wasn't fair for that he could still look so criminally hot looking that busted.
"So? How good can you see outta that eye?" I reached over and waved a hand in front of his face. Both of his eyes followed it dutifully. Not blind.
"Not bad, it sorta hurts though." He took a second to blink, proving that although it could still see, his eye was slightly impaired. "Coach might pull me out of the next game, my depth perception will be off."
"You think they can win without you?" I asked as a joke, but his grim face said that he believed not.
"I don't know if we can win this one with me." He admitted. "These guys live in the frickin' glaciers, they're pretty much born on ice. They've won state for the last four years."
Right. Because if they lose, they're out, and the game after this one is the last game – the finals to end all finals.
"Well," I drawled, hoping to come up with some moving advice. "do your best."
"Life-changing." He marveled at my shitty advice.
"O-oh, hey, I forgot to ask you this," I said, remembering something Lyon had said while he was crocked. "Did your girlfriend come here?"
His eyes widened and his cheeks heated up a bit. Oh my god, he is way too precious. Is it too much to ask if I want to lock him in a cell and keep him as my pet for all eternity?
Yeah. Maybe a little too much.
"Who…told you that?" He asked nervously. I want to make out with him. Literally. Right this very second. "
"Lyon. I mean…he was drunk, so…?"
"No, no. It's fine. It's just…I don't' actually have a girlfriend. That's just what I told my grandma – she's kind of old fashioned, and thinks I'll be barren if I don't get married soon…" He explained lamely. I almost cried out tears of joy. Even though I knew there was no chance of me and Gray being together, the thought of him not being with anybody else made me happy. Is that love?
"Hm. I never pictured you as a guy who had to bring a fake girlfriend into the picture." I mused. I had basically just told him I thought he was smokin' hot, but I'm sure by now he was used to it.
"I never pictured you as the type of girl to snoop." He said. I'll give him that one.
"Touché."
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Gray was right. Their next game was difficult, the team was definitely better than anyone they'd played before. In the end, they pulled out with a win because Loke somehow went all rage in the last half hour and scored two goals in a row. Coincidentally, they won by two goals. Gray played for the second half of the game as well, he scored one goal, I think, but made a lot of assists. I think I saw him trip someone too, but I'd keep that to myself because the ref hadn't seen it and they might send him to the time out room if they did. (My dad says it's a penalty box, whatever, it's more of a time-out anyways.)
That meant that they'd made it to the final two. They didn't know who they were playing against at the moment, the other deciding game went into overtime, but it was celebration time right now anyway.
Sting was currently giving me a piggyback ride to the candy shop which was down the street from the energy center, where the hockey tournament was happening. We just wanted some gummy spiders, dammit.
"So, are you excited for finals?" I asked, playing with a spiky chunk of his hair as he set me down in front of the store.
"Man, I'm nervous as hell. We barely won that one, and only because Loke channeled his inner Gaborik, or whatever. I don't know – we can only hope Gray will actually play the whole game – I mean, Jesus! I don't think he's played the whole time for a single game yet." Sting ranted.
"He did get body slammed." I reminded.
"Well why don't you go cry about it." Sting said childishly.
"I think I will." I snarled, pressing my face up against the glass of a candy dispenser. "I think I want bubble gum."
"What, because you're seven fucking years old? Give me a break, we need something grown." Sting made his terms relatively clear. "Whoa, what about those wicked things that look like rainbow murdering devices?"
"That's rock candy, it sucks." I deadpanned. "If you want something badass, buy one of those suckers with a scorpion in the middle."
Sting made an unpleasant face. "Gross, I wanna look cool, not dead. Let's just get some gummy sharks and go."
"Deal." I agreed. The shark came in red white and blue, reminding you of just how American it was to be a man-eating horror fish from hell.
"Give me a blue one!" Sting demanded as we exited the store, both of us ten dollars poorer.
That's right. We spent twenty fucking dollars on gummy sharks.
I handed him his blue shark, because apparently Sting was gentlemanly enough to let me hold the bag. For once, I guess.
We hit the walk button on a crosswalk so we could get back to the hotel while munching on sharks. Sting looked sort of uncomfortable for some reason.
"What's on your mind?" I asked just as the light signaled us to cross. He scratched his head as he started walking.
"Can I tell you something…? I haven't told anyone yet, so I figure I can use you as a test-dummy." He reasoned. I nodded and threw a shark at his scar. It bounced off and he barely caught it.
"Sure. These lips are sealed. And if you really want to, we can get horror-movie level kinky and you can sew them shut." I joked while making a sewing motion over my lips to comfort him. He laughed out of pity.
"Ok. I'm sure you've kind of realized this by now because I've spent so much time with you – but…I like you, Juvia."
I spit a gummy shark at a car windshield. I got honked and sworn at. Sting started crying.
"-What?" I asked, hysterically trying to get the taste of artificial-ness and gelatin out of my mouth as well as clear the way of the raving lunatic who's car I'd just shark-d on.
He was still laughing. I gave him a moment to regain his composure.
"No I'm…I'm just kidding, oh my god…but no, I like guys." He said, switching to deadly serious halfway through his sentence remarkably easily.
"Oh…that." I said, thanking every deity that he was just kidding. And also trying to keep myself respectable – he's obviously not told many people this about himself and I wanted to prove to him that he could trust me.
"You knew already though, I figured. But I just wanted to confirm it for you." He said casually.
"Yeah I…knew. For sure. Thanks for telling me though." I said with finality, because I knew I might accidentally say something dumb or offensive if I said any more because that's what I always did when I got nervous. And serious Sting made me nervous as hell.
"Wow. So…you don't want to go shopping with me?" He asked, clearly surprised and maybe a bit irked.
"Do you want to go shopping with me?"
"God no."
"Then let's get to the hotel before that guy comes back with the shark on his windshield. He looked like he wanted revenge." I informed, ducking my head back to make sure mr. angry shark wasn't coming for me.
"Good plan. Shark me!" He commanded. I threw a shark at him and he caught it.
"…Did you really think I liked you?"
"…"
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Of course – the final game was as hectic as I'd expected.
The center was completely packed, I could hardly see my own hand in front of me without it being swallowed up by another person in front of me. I was pretty sure the human density was at an unsafe level, and everything smelled like sweat and body paint.
Right. I saw some girls from school in crop tops with the number 13 painted on them.
I wasn't jealous. Psh. I bet those girls had never been to his house before. If anything, they should be jealous of me.
My dad about pissed himself when we got here (two hours early -_-) and I took a nap on the chairs. I woke up later to the feeling of being suffocated and realized just how big of a deal this whole thing was.
I mean, if I didn't feel bad about the whole 'shipping Gray in a different scholarly direction' then, I sure as fuck did now.
If he really was good enough to get drafted from college and so on – was I taking him away from a great opportunity, practically everybody's dream? To get rich and famous?
I wish I wasn't so insecure about my goddamn insecurities. Why does everything have to be so fucking difficult?
The announcer started talking and soon enough the players were on the ice. I had to stand on my tip toes on top of the chair just to see anything at all. Granted, I was closer to the front than most, but some too-tall Pepsi sipping bozo was standing in front of me screaming the national anthem. Fuck that guy.
Gray got put in first, I talked to him a bit yesterday and he said that he was gonna go in no matter what, even if he was completely blind in one eye. What a determined little precious cupcake.
And then that same precious cupcake stole six of my gummy sharks. Asshole cupcake. Most likely strawberry, if I had to give him a flavor.
Sting was number six, and he was in at the start too. He had been playing really well this whole tournament, I don't know if he scored any goals, but he was a good defense member and could slam that little sports raisin across the rink like bullet.
I think they call it a puck, but whatever.
"This is awesome, isn't this awesome Juvia?" My dad bubbled excitedly, watching the game with such intensity it was almost like he wanted to take that game out on a date and then afterwards, fuck its brains out.
"Yeah, it is." I breathed. It was hard to tell who had the puck it was going back and forth so rapidly.
My eyes really really badly wanted to focus on Gray, but I thought I might get a headache if I looked too closely. Seriously, these guys moved fast.
Then my dad started screaming and I was interested again.
"They're gonna score – Juvia! Juvia! Pay attention! This is history! Juvia watch! I want you to marry that boy." My dad twisted my head uncomfortably to point towards Gray, who was pretty much dancing with the puck.
"Why?" I croaked, wrenching my head out of his grasp.
"Because, I want to teach my grandchildren the art of hockey!" My dad gushed and with the amount of affection he was showering he might as well have been a heart-eye emoji.
"It's an art now?" I asked. Before he could answer he started screaming with ten thousand other people all at once.
No, that's ok. I didn't need my hearing anyways. Thanks for asking, by the way.
Gray had made a goal. It was pretty cool too, because the goalie was just standing there, like 'what the fuck just happened' and the whole East Magnolia side of the stadium lit up with sound.
I could imagine Gray's face, actually. All lit up and smiley like when I told him I'd go and see his hockey game oh-so-long ago…
Wow. Ok Juvia, relax. I slapped my face quick to make sure it was still in working order.
The game continued after that, alternating between teams and sides until it was 2-1, with us in the lead. My dad's hands were shaking.
"I've always wanted to go to state," he confessed, watching the game intensely.
"Gee dad, really? I never got that vibe from you…" I said sarcastically. He smiled, but didn't look at me.
"Man, they're really ganging up on Gray…" my dad mumbled to himself. He was right, by now, the other team had caught onto the fact that he was their leading guy, so they made sure to keep the puck away from him.
"It's fine, he'll be fine." I accidentally said out loud. I hated to admit it, but this hockey stuff was really pumping me up. It was probably my dad genes acting up again, but still.
The game was so intoxicating I hadn't even realized there were only five minutes left. I could tell the other team was distraught, they hadn't been playing well for the last quarter, probably because of nerves, and they were probably also expecting to be playing the team that we just beat. Part of me felt a little bit bad for them, because losing at state had to be hell, but the other half of me, coincidentally the more dominate part, wanted to squash them in the dirt like the losers they were.
"Just a few more minutes, come on," my dad grunted, watching the layers nimbly keep the puck away from their net for as long as possible. At this point, they were just delaying so that the other team wouldn't score. Which was good – if they tied and went into overtime, my dad might go into cardiac arrest. And I'm dead serious – I wouldn't even be able to get him to the hospital, I had an inability to drive in the city. Plus, the ambulance wouldn't be able to find us in the crowd. Winning was imperative – for my dad's health, and my sanity.
Loke passed the sports raisin to Gray and he did a twirly whirl and narrowly avoided getting run over by a player of the opposing team. That was some ballerina shit, right there.
My dad looked so excited I thought he might say something stupid, like 'go forth, my son' or 'I'll let you marry my daughter if you make this goal'. Honestly. My dad would sell me to a passing stranger if it meant he got a special meet-n-greet with Gray.
"Man, he'll be a great asset to Magnolia University," my dad said, a light smile on his face as he watched Gray.
My stomach did a cartwheel. This whole tournament was really making me see the light about this whole 'Gray-college-thing', I mean, what if it turned out Gray wasn't cut out for the business life? I'd never forgive myself if it turned out I was the one who single-handedly destroyed his future.
I guess that was a problem for tomorrow, because right now I just needed to focus on Gray and the game.
I started bouncing on the heels of my feet, bobbing up and down so I could see him better. Fuck. Why was everybody so goddamned fucking tall? Why did I have to be so fucking short, now of all times?
I saw Sting dart in front of Gray, momentarily distracting a guy that looked like he wanted to pummel Gray into the ice. Smart move on his part. Now Gray had better access to the net.
There was a bunch of screaming on the ice, the other team was going positively bananas to the fact that Gray had made it past their security. It was like my brain whenever Gray came into the picture, frazzled and on red-alert.
For some reason, my cheeks started heating up. Watching Gray this intently made me feel guilty. And…weird. I hated that he made me this way.
Some guy came at him full-force and Gray leaned back, shot the puck to someone else on his team, and straight up matrix level dodged the guy. Fuck. I just want to be that cool someday.
People all around me were screeching hysterically. Maybe I was too. That's it, I was finally part of the mob. The guy shot the puck back to Gray instantly, trusting his shooting skills over his own.
Gray slid the puck around and did a few loop-de-loops.
It was then when I completely realized what he was doing.
That little show-boating asshole was stalling just long enough so he could do one of those awesome miracle-on-ice last minute shots that made people go bonkers.
He was such a putz, I wanted to kiss him 'till he couldn't breathe.
I was so entertained by Gray's little show I started laughing. And for some reason, I was pretty sure he was laughing too.
There was about thirty seconds left on the clock, and I could tell for sure that he was waiting because he glanced up at the timer about as much as I did. The other team was completely losing their shit – if they didn't score a goal in these seconds, they would lose to us. Magnolia East. The lame school that once had to be on lock-down for a week because of an opossum infestation.
Fifteen seconds. My dad was screaming for him to shoot. So was everybody else, everywhere.
Gray took his ever-lovin' time, gliding around like this were a fucking rodeo and not the state championship.
Then, at about the nine second mark, he whipped his stick up, lightning bolt fast, and shot that sucker so fast nobody even saw the outcome.
"Did…did it go in?" My dad asked cautiously. I wanted to say 'how the hell should I know', but I was just as awestruck as him.
The goalie awkwardly shuffled around to check for the puck. Huh. Even he was expecting to not be able to block it.
The ref skated over to help in the search for the puck. Gray stood motionless in his position, both hands on his hips and probably with that cute little expression he always makes when he's confused.
The buzzer went off and the ref made a hand signal I didn't understand. My dad started screaming at a pitch I didn't know middle-aged men could conjure. Soon enough, I was screaming too, because even if Gray didn't make the goal, we still won.
I was pretty sure he made it, though. I had that much faith in him.
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"Weeeeee are the champions, my friends…" Sting sang loudly into my ear. We had pretty much been non-stop celebrating in the lobby of the center, surrounded by screaming proud relatives and students alike.
Sting had grappled me shortly after the celebration and had been dragging me around with him to celebrate. Like arm candy, I guess. I let him though, because fuck, he did just win the state championship. I was too elated to care.
But I'm not gonna lie, all I really wanted to do was run up to Gray and kiss the literal life out of him.
Whatever, that could never happen anyways. I'm sure he's getting talked up by all his fangirls.
"If you're looking for Gray, I'm pretty sure he's talking to some college scouts!" Sting shouted in my ear, barely audible over the sound of winning.
My blood ran cold. No, no, no, no! What if Gray rejects them because of all my pep-talking! He should choose what he wants!
Ugh. My doubts about this were going to slowly kill me from the inside out, I just know it.
"I have to go find him!" I shouted to Sting. He nodded in understanding and released my shoulders.
I weaved my way through what seemed like an endless string of fans, at this rate I'd never find Gray.
Let's see…think like a college scout…
Without any other thoughts, I dashed back into the empty stadium, now covered in snack wrappers and trash.
There, by the penalty box, was Gray, talking to some old guys. Sting was right, he was being scouted.
Adrenaline pumping through me, I shot across the seats, leaping over them ungracefully and feeling the stickiness of spilt beer on the bottoms of my shoes. It was going to take me awhile.
Unfortunately, by the time I was within earshot with him, the scouts had left.
I was too late.
"Gray!" I screeched, like an eagle descending on a mouse. He looked at me and smiled.
"Juvia! You-"
I tackled him without any further words and pushed his chest against the glass of the rink.
"Please tell me you didn't reject them…" I begged. What if he did? What if it was my fault he missed the opportunity of a lifetime…?
His face turned confused. "What? Why?"
"You…" I curled a fist against his chest. He smelt like sweat and a teeny bit like laundry, His chest was warm. "Please tell me you didn't…"
"What are you talking about, Juvia?" He asked slowly. Those were college scouts, weren't they…?
"Those were," I took a moment to gasp for breath, "those were Magnolia U college scouts, weren't they? You accepted, right? You deserve-"
"Juvia, no." He took my hand in his and looked at me, dark black eyes on blue, even though it was a little difficult for him to see over his still healing black eye. Actually, if anything, it looks worse today…
"Huh?" I garbled unintelligently.
"Come on Juvia, not you too." He said, lowering my hand shamefully. "You were the only one who had my back on this one…"
"No! Gray, I…" I trailed off. "I do support you, I just…don't you want it? The life of a star? You love hockey, right? I see it now, Gray, you're good, good enough to-"
He silenced me, placing a slightly sweaty finger on my lips. I kind of wanted to lick it, but I figured that would ruin the moment (and the tension between us) so I held back.
"I don't." He said simply.
Then, all my fears washed away. I collapsed my head into his sweat-smelling jersey in relief.
"Thank god," I moaned, slightly muffled against the fabric. "You scared the shit out of me."
"I did?" He asked humorously, returning my sort-of hug by wrapping his warm, strong arms around my waist. "You scared the shit out of me – I need you on the business school boat."
"I am the captain, after all…" I mused jokingly. He laughed, and I could feel it in his chest, a soft, low rumbling sound. I squished my cheek against him a bit harder, he was so comfy.
"I thought I was the captain."
"Hush. You're first mate."
"No way. I wanna be captain."
"You can't be captain. I'm the captain, and you're gonna like it." I commanded.
"…Yes captain." He grumbled sarcastically. I laughed. He loosened his arms around my waist and I could've screamed. I wanted him to hug me for all eternity.
Then my phone rang, ruining any and all moment between me and Gray that had been happening. Fuck me to hell.
"I…sorry…" I apologized, pulling away from him awkwardly and sending venomous glares at the caller ID.
Gajeel…you'll pay for this.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Jubi – I got a question for you."
Oh Jesus. Wait to go Gajeel, ruin the best moment of my entire fucking life.
"What?" I asked, trying not to use my I'll-break-your-fucking-neck voice.
"…are you ok?"
The question struck a chord in me, for some reason. Gajeel wasn't one to frequently use emotions, so him asking one of the most emotional questions on this green earth made me wonder what was going on.
I turned to Gray guiltily. "I…have to take this."
He nodded understandingly. I rushed out of the stadium and into the parking lot, I needed privacy for this.
"Still there?" Gajeel asked when I got into the freezing cold lot.
"Yeah. I…I mean, to answer your question…I don't know." I admitted, thinking all at once of Gray, and Lucy, and Evergreen, and all of my problems compiled into one big ice cream sundae.
"That's what I thought. Levy told me a bit about you and Lucy's falling out. I'm sorry, Jubes."
Deciding to forget about the fact that he had been talking to Levy, I felt tears bite at my eyes.
Wow. I guess that whole situation was affecting me more than I had let on.
"Y-yeah. Thanks for calling, by the way, I really needed this." I sniffed.
"Listen – you gotta tell her the truth. About Evergreen, about everything. It's the only way you'll be able to patch things up with her, you can't do this all alone." He said calmly.
"I wish it was that simple – come on Gajeel, I can't tell her. It'd break her heart – Evergreen is a heartless bitch who will take hold of her weakness, I…" I stopped, checking again to make sure no one was listening. "-can't let that happen. Ever. And I'll take any heat that comes her way, she can hate me all she likes, but I have to do this. It's my job."
"Quit bein' so dramatic – you don't need to do this all by yourself, hell even Natsu would help you! He'd do anything for blondie – why don't you ask for his help? Ain't his dad a cop?"
I scowled. "Not an option. Gajeel – let me do this. I don't need the swim team, I'll be perfectly fine without it. I can protect Lucy from a distance, if I have to. This is my fight – not anyone else's."
"But it's not-"
"I'll talk to you later, Gajeel." I huffed, slightly frustrated. I hung up on him before he could say anything else.
It was fine – I could take it. sure, it might affect me more than I'd like to let on, but I'd pull through.
I'd do whatever it takes to keep my friends safe.
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Gajeel kneaded his forehead anxiously, plopping his phone down and sighing at Juvia's stubbornness.
"I guess I have to do everything, don't I?" He grumbled to himself, before putting on his jacket and heading out to his car.
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so I was planning on updating july 31, but i finished edits early so yay!
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