thank you again pyro-giraffe for proofreading this chapter

I made up a middle name for Levy - i don't know what it is in the show or if she has one so smeh

enjoy!


"Could've just said no." I huffed. "Ya' didn't have to lie, jeez." I bent down to pick up the accidentally discarded item, it was a wrench. "But like why?" I asked myself. "Why would someone bring a wrench to school? Just why?" I turned it over in my hands examining it, from what I could see there was nothing special about it.


"So…" my mom started trying to strike up a conversation over dinner. "How was school today?"

"I accidently made a guys' nose bleed twice today, and when I tried to apologize by offering to treat him to coffee he ran off and a wrench fell out of his pocket." Mom and Lucy looked at me as if I had just insulted their great ancestors, unknowing what to say or how to react.

"What?" Lucy said finally.

"I'm serious." I looked around the table at the two.

"Levy Elaine McGarden!" mom said furiously, I shrunk back in my chair at the tone in her voice.

"It was an accident! I swear!" I squeaked.

"How do you make someone bleed on accident?!"

"I panicked!" mom gave me that 'uh huh yeah right' face "He startled me both times!"

"Mhm."

"Mother, when someone twice your size chases you, you panic." She pursed her lips in annoyance.

"Just don't do it again." She sighed.

"who was is it?" Lucy asked his sticking a spoonful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.

"Eh?" I raised my eyebrow. "Oh uh, that Gajeel guy."

"Levy! Why of all people that brute?" she was scolding me. "He's the kind of person you don't want to get on the bad side of!"

"He he…oops" I laughed nervously.


"What the hell!?" I mumbled angrily. "Where did it go? I thought I had it in my pocket." I had completely turned my room upside down and inside out looking for my damned wrench.

"Gajeel! Come downstairs dinner is ready!" I heard my dad call for me from the bottom of the stairs. "And put on a shirt, Lisanna's here!" why does it matter if I don't when she's here? She's practically part of the family. I grabbed a shirt lying on top of a pile of clothes and threw it on.

"Heard you got beat up today." My older brother teased; I flipped him off without even looking at him as I walked past. "Well you're as pleasant as always, Gajeel." He said flatly

"Shut up y'damn pixie." I replied curtly using my brother, Bixlow's childhood nickname which he absolutely hated. "Hey, Lisanna." I gave her a quick wave as she walked out of the kitchen with silverware.

"Oh hey, Gajeel." She smiled pleasantly. "You can go ahead and fix yourself a plate if you want." I nodded picking a plate off the table and entering the kitchen.

Lisanna was over often, so we eventually just accepted her into the family. She was Bixlow's girlfriend of two years, my parents liked her, I liked her not in a romantic sort of way, in older sister sort of way. She's a pleasant person to be around; I mean she changed Bixlow completely. Before they met he was a nasty person and a troublemaker with a rotten personality. I'm happy my brother found a girl like her; he needed a girl like her.

My parents keep their fingers crossed I get a Lisanna girl and I've been telling them not to get their hopes of for years now. I'm a rotten person with rotten luck; I'm never going to get someone like her.

"Gajeel! Hellooooo?" Bixlow waved his hand in front of my face obnoxiously snapping me out of my thoughts and back into reality. "Earth to Gajeel."

"You're so annoying."

"Are you so stupid that your brain shuts down trying to comprehend food?" he teased.

"At least I'm not idiotic enough to get a tattoo on my tongue." I replied sharply.

"SHUT UP I WAS DRUNK!" he shouted furiously

"Gihi." I snickered, along with the rest of the family. Bixlow crossed his arms and pouted like the child he is.


I was thirty minutes late for class, oh well. "You're late." The teacher huffed. "That's the third time this week. What will your parents think when I call them?" she scolded but I was too tired to give a damn. "Go to your seat, Gajeel."

The little bluenette was already here, of course, and her nose was already stuck in a book. I took my seat next to her and set my stuff on the floor beside me. "You dropped this." She stuck something under my nose without looking up from her book once I sat down.

"Holy shit I thought I lost this! Where was it?" I cleared my throat. "I mean thanks."

"No problem." She finally looked up to make eye contact with me. "It fell out of your pocket when you ran off yesterday."

"'Bout that…" I rubbed the back of my neck.

"You could've just said no." she sighed. "You didn't have to lie."

"I was late for work." She raised her eyebrow skeptically.

"I don't believe you." She said simply before going back to her book, I turned away from her grumbling angrily to myself. I don't even know why I was mad about what she said. Why should I care if she didn't believe me?


The last bell of the day finally rang, I grabbed my bag and hurried and hurried out the door. I threw my stuff into the passenger seat of my car and started it up; the radio blasted at full volume, startling me. I smacked the off button and rubbed my temples. "Ah, my head." I grimaced at the oncoming headache. "I gotta get that fixed."

"I'm home!" I said closing the front door angrier and harder than I intended to behind me.

"Geez, what's got your panties in a twist?" Bixlow asked teasingly from the living room.

"Piss off, Bixlow."

"Is it a girl?" I stopped where I stood, my brother smiled wickedly. "I hit the nail right on the head I see." I felt heat rise in my face.

"No."

"Yes, it is you're blushing." He pointed mockingly. "MOM! DAD! GAJEEL LIKES A GIRL!" he shouted into the depths of the house, I was quick to cover his mouth with my hand.

"Shut up they'll hear you." I whispered gruffly into his ear.

"That's the point, dumbass." He said from behind my hand.

"Do my ears deceive me?" my dad called from across the house. Shit. In a matter of seconds my parents were upon me, pelting me with and endless stream of questions. I mouthed 'I fucking hate you' to Bixlow who smiled sweetly as he watched our parents harass me with questions.

"So." My dad slung his arm over my shoulders. "Who's the girl? Is she cute?" he raised his eyebrows provocatively.

"What does she look like? Is she nice? Do you have any classes with her?" my mom grabbed my arm; I pushed them both off of me.

"I don't like a girl."

"Don't lie, Gajeel." My mother cooed. "You're blushing."

"DAMMIT."

"Who is it?" my dad persisted; I'm never going to hear the end of this, they did the same to Bixlow. I sighed and pulled up her Facebook page on my phone then handed it to them.

"Oooh~ she's adorable!" my dad commented.

"Look at all the books she's read!" my mom gasped, I could feel my face fast approaching roughly the color of a tomato.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." I snatched my phone away from them and stomped upstairs to my room and shut the door loudly behind me.