Everyday I walk in, turn to my friend and start singing "when you try your best, but you don't succeed". To which she looks at me with dead eyes and just glares. Yup. My life is going great.
Jozanimelover: ahh thank you, I'll be honest, this story is going to be like an endless roller coaster until I decide which ending I like best. I hope it won't take long but I love to procrastinate... sorry =_= thank you for reading ~
"Well... Are you coming in or?" he noticed her foot was tapping impatiently, the light taps were getting heavier with his lack of a reply.
"Would that be alright?" A question for a question. What a great conversation starter. Not. His reply only seemed to irk her more. But she withheld herself, if it wasn't for the small taps nor the eye brow twitching, he would've never guessed. He mentally slapped himself for staying such things, dammit he should've had control. But the new her made him uncomfortable, she was someone who was in a large part of his life and the same time, not. He honestly didn't know how to feel.
Giving up with speaking, she motioned for him to come in, before leaving the door was and retreating to another room. That being done, he was still standing just outside the doorway before he heard a "Stop procrastinating, and get in here!" Causing him to straighten up and quickly enter the house.
It was different compared to his. It felt homely, a place where anyone felt as though they belonged there. Sure, it wasn't the biggest, but it sure as hell wasn't small. Making his way to the room Lucy had entered, his eyes met a photo on top of a small wooden table. It was old, had small water marks, and everything within the frame yelled delicate. But the picture itself was anything but that, it showed a family of youth, happiness and filled the picture with a colour which should've dulled. There were a couple, both blond and well kept. A woman looking no older than 20, with her hair placed in a neat bun, as her arms wrapped around her child. The man, well groomed and a strong business attire had a small smile (lips upturned), it was only slight bit you could feel his happiness . The child was obviously Lucy, he would recognise her anywhere. This, was the girl he remembered, the girl who radiated joy and embraced everyone. A bright heart, filled with kindness and there was no mask to break away.
Just then her head popped around the door, giving him a cold look. This wasn't the girl in the photo, maybe lurking somewhere inside she was, but he felt as though she had long time. Her eyes drifted to where he'd been looking, before snapping back to him with them narrowed. " You shouldn't reminisce about the past. You of all people should know that." She was right, but before he could stop himself he replied. "But what about accepting it and learning? You don't have to change." He looked into her eyes, looking for any emotions to be provoked but he got no satisfaction.
"Don't kid with me."
Quickly she was swallowed by the room once more, this time he had followed. She placed herself on the one of the chairs, before gesturing him to do the same instead of lurking. Not wanting to cause any more tension, he did just that and settled into it. "So, wha-" Natsu was quickly interrupted. "What do you want?" He was slightly taken back by both the sudden interruption and the question itself, leaving him to give out a quick "What?" Before composing himself. This wasn't going to be fun.
"You heard me, or are you deaf?" She mocked him, rolling her eyes and leaning into her hand. "I just wanted to see my new neighbour." It was a lie, even she could tell, her hum spoke for her. "So it wasn't a reason to talk to me?" It was his turn to be irked, sure she had ruined his day by ignoring him then filling his thought, but dominating him wasn't something he took lightly. "Fine, let's say I did, what of it?" She smiled at this, almost amused. "Wanting to talk to me is unusual, after all, you clearly didn't want to the last time we met." There was an uncomfortable silence, Lucy was waiting for his reaction, while Natsu tried to make sense of it all. "It was never like that." But the comeback was weak, only adding to the humour. "Sure it wasn't." He wanted to ask her more, to be the one asking the questions and dominating the conversation, yet even though she allowed him to ask, she was the one with control.
Unexpectedly she sighed before getting up. Looking his straight in the eyes, she cocked her head to the side and squinted a little, before they widened and a toothy grin stretched her lips. "How about we play a game?"
"... like what?" He was up for the challenge, or at least that's what his mind was telling him. His heart ached and wanted him to leave. "oh that's not specified, what you have to do is figure out what's happening, what has already happened and why I'm like this." She took a few strides forward before her knees were almost touching his. "What do you mean?" He couldn't begin to understand her, it even hurt to think too much about it. " Do you accept?" A question for a question.
"Yes."
What a great conversation starter.
I haven't edited this so sorry for any mistakes. I have no time left... But the game is a clue on how this story will end, after all, there's the prize and the consequences. Have a good day and feel free to leave a review ~
