Hey, everyone. Since I haven't posted in a while and October 16th was my 21st birthday, I thought I'd do a little bio.
I was born and raised in Halifax, Nova Scotia (Yes, I've met Ellen Page, but I don't know her personally). I grew up very tomboyish. I LOVE surfing and have been doing it since I was 8 years old. When I was 16, I came out to my parents that I was bisexual. They were always the heavy right-wing, conservative, bible-thumping type, so they said I could only stay living with them if I was straight or whatever. In hindsight, I think it was only because my mom wanted grandchildren and she thought I'd have pretty babies or something. But I decided to leave and move ALL the way across the country to live with my aunt in Vancouver. She had this really nice place on the West end sitting over English Bay. There wasn't much opportunity for surfing there so I took up martial arts and physical fitness. School was weird with the whole transition, but I made a bunch of friends. When I finally graduated, I wanted to immediately go to college, so I applied to thirteen universities (I know). I got admission to eleven. One was even an Ivy League, but it just wasn't for me. I decided to go to a certain university in California, where I currently live. It took a few years to learn American English (like "colour" and "color"). If you've read my previous "Author's Notes" I mentioned "family stuff". That stuff had to do with my little sister (14). She got mad at me for leaving and didn't talk to me again until April 2014. It turns out my parents don't hate me anymore and wanted to see me so I went back to NS to see them and my sister after almost five years. My sister said she wanted to come live with me and I said it was fine if it was okay with our parents, which surprising as all hell, it was. So I've spent September 15th - September 29th in that place Americans have a lot of stereotypes about (Canada, aye), moving my sisters shit to my apartment. Side note: To get back, we had to go through Alberta, so I decided we'd go to the West Edmonton mall (because we've always talked about going there) and HOLY SHIT, DUDE! That place is the most amazing thing I've ever seen in my entire life. I was half expecting to see the characters from 6teen in the food court. The last three weeks have just been my sister and I bonding and catching up; and two weeks worth of schoolwork.

Forrest Gump: "And that's all I have to say about that."
If there's anything else you want to know, I'll answer it. Anything but my name. It totally ruins the username.

"Ugh," I groaned, dropping my face on the bar. I was completely exhausted from lack of sleep. Damn me and my all too curious imagination. The mystery of Laxus' past had eaten at me all night. What is the whole story? How do I ask Laxus for the whole story? What if he doesn't tell me and I'm left to writhe in my own delusions?

Mira sensed my distress and came to my end of the bar. "You're here early," she noted, trying to start a conversation while not mentioning yesterday's topic. "Mira, please," I whined, "You have to help me," I declared, giving my best 'kicked puppy' expression. She kept my gaze a few moments before sighing, "What is it?"

"I can't get everything out of my head. It's like, I want to know, but I don't know how I can touch such a sticky subject without upsetting him. Or what if it's something I don't want to hear? What if making him talk about it makes him go back to how he used to be? Or makes him hate me? And OH MY GOD, MIRA, I'M FREAKING OUT!" I said almost too fast to perceive, tugging at the ends of my hair. I'm only 20; it's too early for my hair to start falling out.

"Lucy!" Mira yelled, getting my attention. "Calm. Down," she slowly enjoined. "You're over thinking this. I know Laxus, and he wouldn't do that. He might not tell you, but he'd never hate you for asking."

"I'm sorry. It's just... I want to know, but this is the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, and I don't want to compromise that. So, please, Mira. If there's any advice you can give me, please, tell me," I begged with my hands clasped together in front of me.

"Lucy, think of it like this. She was his Lisanna. The only difference is that I had people to turn to. Laxus didn't. None of us knew what he was going through; we were too young and most had never lost anyone. Erza tried somewhat, but you know how she is with words. It's the same reason he was the only one who could console me after I lost my sister. He was the only one who knew how I felt. But my feelings... I carried them for two years with everybody doting on me, telling me things would be alright... No one ever reassured Laxus; they never gave their condolences; I even made fun of him for grieving. Yet, he was there for me when no one else was."At this point, Mira was in tears; guilt and regret clearly outlining every feature of her face.

"Mira.." I tried to interject.

"I'll never be able to apologize. There's nothing I can say or do to make it up to him. Because of him, I could smile again. I could learn to treasure those close to me. I could learn to live without my sister." She used the moment to take a few deep breaths before continuing. "You once asked me what he was to me... He was my savior, and an angel. An angel who's carried an unbearable amount of weight on his shoulders for far too long."

"I-I see..." I said, deep in thought.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Mirajane asked.

"Possibly," I replied, estimating my odds of success. "I'm still not sure what to do, but I at least have an idea."

Laxus' POV
Shit. The job hadn't taken nearly as long as we'd thought. Track down some convicts holed up in some forest in the middle of no where. Turns out they weren't very good hide and seek players, because it took a little over three hours to catch them, bring them to the magistrate, and get our reward. Unfortunately, it gave me more time to dwell on the past, and that was never a good thing. And with a twelve hour train ride, I had a lot of time to think. Think and vomit.

12 hour skip

"First, we should head back to the guild to inform them of our success, and then we will decide from there on what our next course of action should be," Freed said, reciting footnote entries from his itinerary. I could care less about punctuality, but it was one of Freed's few vices, and an ample vice at that.

"I'm gonna drop by my place first. I'll catch you guys later," I said while walking in the direction of my apartment before being followed by a trio of farewells. Thirteen years, huh? It's only fitting I wasn't around for seven of them. Maybe Bixlow was right. My thoughts were interrupted by the presence of a blonde woman standing on my doorstep.

"H-Hey..." she muttered/greeted. "Can... we go inside? To talk." She was stealing glances between my face and her shoes while twiddling her thumbs. Never trust a girl when she twiddles her thumbs.

I started to walk up the steps until I was standing over her. "The door."

"W-what?" Why is she so jumpy?

"You're standing in front of the door." She scrambled a bit, partially to make room, and partially from embarrassment. I was a bit out of it, so I just unlocked the door and went in. She followed suit but stopped and sat on the couch as I made my way to the bedroom.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked, exiting my room after a quick change of clothes.

"I wanted to..." she began.

"Tooo...?" After wanting to puke my innards out for the last dozen hours, I didn't really have the patience for small talk.

"To talk about..."

"About what?" Something about the way she was speaking brought a wave of anxiety throughout my body.

"About... Adaia..." she said, staring at me intently.

What?

Lucy's POV
It's now or never. "About... Adaia..." There. Just for a second. His eyes lit up like a beacon before being extinguished just as quickly.

"I don't know any 'Adaia.' Sorry," he said cooly.

"Laxus..." I said, tone full of reasoning. "Talk to me."

"I don't know who you're talking about," he said; his voice louder than his previous statement. The façade hadn't faltered a bit, and if I wasn't told for certain by Mira, Cana, and the master, I'd have assumed he was telling the truth.

"Laxus, please talk to me," I pleaded, grabbing on to his wrist to keep him from walking away. "There's nothing to talk about!"

"Laxus, I already know." He looked over my face for a moment before dropping the act; his face hardening in an instant. "Who told you?"

"Does it matter?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He scoffed at that before speaking. "I guess it doesn't. " He began to take deep breaths while running his fingers through his golden spikes before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"This isn't exactly a topic I like to discuss... or one I've ever discussed. If you've a question, ask it." He finally conceded.

"What was she like?" I asked, making sure to take baby steps rather than just jumping right in.

"She was... amazing. When she was around, there wasn't a dull moment. We could be doing the most tedious and repetitive thing, but it'd always seem like the first time. She was the only person I've met who could get under my skin. She could make me smile; make me mad; drive me crazy. Breathtakingly beautiful, both inside and out. Wit as sharp as a knife..." He leaned forward and grabbed the facedown picture from his coffee table. "I'm sure you've already seen this. It's from X779. It feels odd, in reality it was thirteen years ago because of the seven years on tenrou, but it doesn't feel that long. Though it feels like another lifetime; like all of that happened to someone else.

"This picture is one of the few things of hers I kept. Her shit was scattered all over my place, but I didn't want to touch it. I felt like if her stuff was still her, then maybe I could trick myself into thinking she was too. Then one day, Freed and Bixlow came by and boxed it all up. They let me keep a few things, but... the pictures were the only things that mattered." At this point, he was hunched forward with his elbows on his knees. His eyes were closed and he had his clasped hands in front of his mouth.

"So... what was she to you?" I decided to just jump in, seeing as that was what he was waiting for.

Laxus slowly opened his eyes, staring at the picture in front of him on the table. A deep sigh came from his lips. His answer, the intensity and somber tone in his voice, sent shivers down my spine and chilled me to the bone.

"Everything..."

A/N: This ending is to start off my Laxus x OC story, titled "Everything". If you ship Miraxus, or enjoy my work, check out my one shot which will be out at latest tomorrow night.