So, writing this authors note before even thinking of an idea for this chapter, I can honestly say I have no idea what lies ahead. Lets hope its somewhat good because there are a large amount of people reading this *.* Like a lot more than expected- considering this was just a random idea that came to me while I was begrudgingly dragged to the gym by my older brother. I mean Levy and I are kind of similar So a lot of my sarcastic thoughts and comments come through xD So if Levy is a little OOC at some times... That's because its me. BUT YA KNOW. Thanks for reaaaaaading! ~Hana
"Levy! Do you know what time it is!" Lucy thrust her first finger in the direction of the cat shaped clock on the wall.
"Probably gym time." The little blue headed girl replied as she shoveled popcorn into her mouth.
"Yes gym time!" Lucy smiled, not that Levy could see as her main focus was the TV in front of her. "Get ready!"
"Yeah I think I'm going to skip this one Luce..." Levy said.
"Levy, you're not skipping." Lucy said. "You'll get fat." She threatened trying to get some sort of motivation in the little girls head.
"I can live with that." Levy said.
"I cant." Lucy crossed her arms.
"Why not!" Levy said.
"Because I'd have to roll you around everywhere." Lucy said, picking at her fake fingernails that adorned her soft lotion scented hands.
Levy popped her head over the top of the couch to look at her blonde friend. "Yeah but think of all the Transformer themed jokes." Levy couldn't contain her smile as she got up, and ran down the hallway. "Levy, roll out!" She said in a deep voice.
"Yeah, yeah, as long as you go to the gym!" Lucy rolled her eyes.
"Lucy, did yo do laundry?" Levy asked.
"Not today, why?" She poked her head into Levy's messy room just in time to see Levy thrust herself into her bad, face down.
"Noooooooooooo~" Levy groaned into her bed.
"Did you need me to?" She asked.
"I had all my gym clothes in the laundry and they're sweaty and gross." Levy said. "I cant go to the gym smelling like I just got back from the gym."
"You can borrow one of my gym outfits." Lucy said all to happily.
"No offense, but pink and blue clash more than you'd ever know." Levy tugged on her hair to emphasize.
"I have other colors in my closet you know." Lucy said, almost offended at the thought of her limited selection.
"Like what? Rose? Peach? Salmon?" Levy giggled.
"I have an old orange outfit that doesn't fit me anymore." Lucy said, "Come to my room." She left before Levy could reply.
Lucy walked into her large closet, and rummaged around. She threw sneakers and spanks around until the fount the right pair. "I have the bottoms here-" She threw them behind her, as she was head first in the deep abyss of fashion she called a closet. "And the top has a sports bra build in, it should fit you, it hasn't fit me in years." Lucy said. "Oh, and orange shoes to match!" Lucy stood up, beaming at the change to play dress-up on Levy.
Levy looked at the outfit. It was almost... cute. But this was strictly for sweating purposes only! But she couldn't resist admiring a little bit. The top was a gray racer back tank with detail borders of an orange geometric shape with a plain orange sports bra build in for convenience The shorts Were had the same geometric shapes as the top, and a gray waistband, trying the outfit together. Not to mention the orange sneakers with gray detailing and laces. "Isn't it a bit... Matchy matchy?" She asked.
"Levy, there's not such thing as too matchy matchy!"
"Said the girl who matches pink with pink, with pink." She lifted an eyebrow.
"Ha, Ha, Get dressed." Lucy said.
"Right away, cap'in!" Levy fake saluted before bouncing to her room to change.
"I take it back, I don't want to go." Levy said as she stepped into the air conditioned building.
"Were legitimately already here." Lucy said. "Hi Mira!" She waved.
"Yeah but I regret it, take me home."
"Were not leaving till you be active, c'mon." Lucy said.
"Fine." Levy put her hands on her hips, took a deep breath, bent her knees till she was at the floor, and extended back up before exhaling. "Look, I did a squat. Lets go." She turned.
Lucy caught her by the orange sports bra.
"Let... Me... Go!" Levy squirmed to no avail, Lucy had her, legitimately. "I look ridiculous I shouldn't have come." Levy said, the feeling of her tight gym outfit synching in. She couldn't go out in public in such a monstrosity.
I don't know what I was thinking at the house, but this is not acceptable gym ware. Lucy must have cast a spell on me to make my eyes drawn to orange or something... there's no way I can actually go in there and let people see me!
"You look great, lets get a move on of we'll be late." Lucy said. "We wont get good mat positions!" She bribed. It didn't matter who you were, a good mat position was everything. Not to mention you got closer to the hottie of an instructor and his body.
"I am never leaving the house again..." Levy said.
"See! Lucy said. "That wasn't so bad!" Her hands rolled up her yoga mat as the class came to an end and people began to file out.
"Whatever you... say..." Levy trained off as something in the corner of the room caught her eye. Anyone looking at her would have thought she was staring at the yoga instructor drinking water, letting the sweat of a post workout make his skin shine in the dim lighting. But this was Levy. And she was staring at a book. More importantly her book. The book that she let him borrow last week.
I should ask if he likes it. No, I don't want to accidentally spoil it. But oh I want to know what he thinks! No levy, no, let him enjoy it for himself. While Levy was dealing with her inner turmoil, everyone had already filed out of the room. Lucy said something about going to ask Cana a question, and she would wait downstairs, so now it was just her. And Gajeel.
But then again, if he's confused I could help him understand the underlying plot points...
"Shorty?" A gruff voice said, snapping Levy out of her trance.
"EH!" She jumped, shaking her head as she came back to reality.
"You alright there?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah fine. Just lost in thought, you know how late nights are." She wiggled the yoga mat in her hands, rolling it up the rest of the way.
"Oh? What about?" He asked.
"Uh, Game Of Thrones, actually." She smiled a bit at the ground.
"You totally love me." Gajeel said.
"WHA-WHAT?" Levy said, her face turning red almost immediately.
"I said you love it." Gajeel reiterated. "The show, Game Of Thrones, you know on my recommendation?" He almost questioned his words.
"Oh, yeah, yeah." Levy said, laughing at her own little mishap.
"Its..." She rocked back and forth on the heels. "good." Good? By good she meant one of the best cinematic features to ever adorn her Netflix recently watched history. But yeah. It was good.
"Is it?" He smiled. Not a nice smile either. One filled with mischief, like when you know a character is going to die and you have the option to spoil it but then again, you don't want that person to hate your guts forever... But hey, smiling made his eyes light up so who was Levy to judge.
"More important, hows the book?" She asked. Don't spoil anything Levy. Remember Lucy ignored you for three days when you avoided the end of The Fault In Our Stars. But really that 'plot twist' was so expected it wasn't even a twist.
"Readin' isn't really my thing. Not gonna lie or nothin'." He said. Levy's face visibly fell, and Gajeel noticed.
And there it was. The sentence Levy always cringed at. Reading isn't really my thing. That one sentence had destroyed sentences, relationships, role models, and conversational partners alike. Who doesn't like to read? It stimulates the brain, and entertains the mind all in one. Everyone is different, Is only an excuse that can be stretched so far.
"But I do really like it." He smiled as her eyes lit up with the familiar fire he noticed.
"Oh! Isn't it wonderful!" She smiled as she explained the differences in the book and show that she noticed, listing off things that he hadn't even noticed. "Oh, I don't want to spoil anything!" She slapped her hands over her mouth. "I should stop talking before something accidentally comes out." She laughed lightly, playing with her fingers.
"That's alright, I like talking to you." Gajeel said.
"Thanks." Levy said. "Um, I should get going." She pointed towards the door.
"See ya next week." Gajeel said.
"Yeah, see ya." Levy smiled as she rushed downstairs. The gym really was beautiful, architecturally wise. The stairs that curved around, giving a view of the weight room, the tennis rooms, basketball court, and a room Levy had never seen before that she just noticed tucked behind the courts. I wonder.
"Oh here comes Levy." Cana interrupted Lucy. "Oh, sorry." She said as Lucy looked at her, clearly telling an important story.
"Shes looking around, but she knows I'm down here so its fine." Lucy said. "Anyways-"
"No, she's going to the track." Cana said, twirling a glass around on the counter as she watched Levy's actions.
"Oh no, you don't think she saw the dance room, do you?" Lucy asked, worry clear in her voice.
"Maybe, whats it matter anyways." Cana said.
"Levy is a dancer." Lucy sighed. "Well, she was a dancer."
"Oh? Did she have a dramatic fallout and is too afraid to strap on those tap shoes.
"Well she did ballet, so tap shoes aren't the problem." She pointed out. "But she was good, like really good." Lucy said. "She was shooting for Broadway- or the dance equivalent of that at least."
Cana nodded. "Dang, sounds talented."
"More than anyone I've ever seen." Lucy said.
"But?" Cana asked.
"But, one of her old boyfriends said she would never amount to anything as a dancer and she should just give up on it."
"And she did?" Lucy asked.
"Oh no." Lucy laughed. "She slapped him in the middle of the restaurant and got a cab homed where I wrapped her hand. It was purple for days, I can only imagine how great the slap was." Lucy clenched her fist for her friend.
"So?" Cana asked, looking for the gossip.
"So she still went on taking lessons, and practicing like crazy, and working out like four times a week." Lucy went off track. "She was crazily strong. Dancers are insane. But anyways," she moved back to the story. "She practiced her heart out, got the audition for this really fancy ballet and right before her turn, the girl in front of her puked." Lucy said.
"On Levy?" Cana asked.
"No, that's gross. Nothing like that."
"Well get on with it!" Cana practically screamed.
"So they had to clean it up, but more important that meant Levy was next." Lucy went on. "She watched everyone before her, and nailed her audition. She practiced the hell out of it, so what do you expect."
"I expect a good ending to this story." Cana said, leaning forward on the bar in attempt to get the story.
"So everyone went, and was in the waiting room for the results. Levy was freaking out, mentally judging her kicks, and prances, and toe pointing and dancer stuff, you know? So they finally put up the list and she didn't make it."
"So then she gave up?" Cana asked.
"No, not yet." Lucy said.
"LUCY!" Cana groaned. "Get on with it, you're more of a tease than Laxus." She cried out.
"Okay, okay. That just made her want to practice harder, so she overdid it. She didn't sleep as much, she would work out, dance, ice, eat, sleep barely, and repeat. Not to mention balance college on top of that. One day during practice she fainted, and they rushed her to the hospital."
"She didn't die, did she?" Cana asked.
"Uh... No." Lucy said. "Turns out she failed due to malnutrition, stress caused by over work, and sleep deprivation."
"Oh my." Mira chimed in.
"Mira?" Lucy asked. " You were listening?"
"Go on!" Cana and Mira said in unison, waiting for the end of the story.
"Okay, okay no need to yell." Lucy said. "On top of that she had twisted her ankle, something not so easy to have if you're living a busy life style. Levy had to stop working out, meaning her morning and afternoon runs, she couldn't get up as much, and practically lumped around. And her boyfriend at the time didn't help as he also lumped around with her."
"Yeah?" Cana edged on.
"So she lost her spark." Lucy said. "Then when she went to get it back, something wasnt there. She couldn't remember why she danced, and something traumatic happened because she refused to even tell me. And she tells me everything."
"Maybe she just doesn't like it anymore?" Mira suggested.
"No, she loves it. Dancing makes her smile like nothing else." Lucy said. "But when she watches someone dance, she just has this look of pain on her face. Its heartbreaking to look at." Lucy said.
"Maybe the ankle sprain was too much mentally?" Cana asked.
"If people yelled at her that she would never make it as a dancer, and she still prevailed, I doubt one ankle sprain would change her mind. Something definitely happened." Lucy said.
"Well you shouldn't let her torture herself by staring at the dance class." Mira said.
"Plus its eight. Its a ballet class." Cana said.
Levy raced down the stairs, and walked around the track that led behind the court. She took in a breath as she rounded the corner, having a feeling it would be taken away momentarily.
And it was.
Levy found a large room with glass windows where onlookers could view the flawless ballerinas twirl and leap through the air with such grace a swan would be jealous. It was a dance class, one of Levy's favorite past times.
"Levy?" Lucy asked from behind her friend.
"Uh, yeah?" Levy responded, wiping her nose before turning to face Lucy with a fake smile.
"Read to leave?" She asked lightly.
"Sure, sure." She continued the fake smile.
"Alright..." Lucy said. She was afraid Levy would discover the dance room, afraid of that look in her eye.
"Goodnight girls." Mira smiled from the counter.
"See ya Mira." Lucy smiled.
"Lucy!" A voice called. "Wait!"
"Huh?" Lucy turned to see her pink haired trainer running towards her. "Oh here are the keys Lev, go start the car."
"Sure." She nodded before walking out.
"Hi Natsu, whats up?" She said as he stopped in front of her.
"Sorry, I was in a training session." He took a moment to catch his breath. "I had to catch you before you left." He stood up straight again, and looked her in the eyes.
"Oh yeah?" She giggled.
"Yeah, this weekend there's going to be a lantern festival in town, and wanted to know if you'd like to check it out with me." He smiled.
"Whats the lantern festival?" She asked.
"Exactly." He said. "Its this little festival where people gather and there's little games at booths, tons of food, and most important they let lanterns loose at ten!" He seemed rather excited about it.
"Sounds neat." Lucy said.
"So you'd want to go?" He asked again.
"I'd love to." She laughed at his actions.
"So this weekend then?" He smiled that smile that melted hearts. Or at least Lucy's.
"Sure." Lucy said. "This weekend."
"Awesome. See ya then." He waved as he walked away.
Did I really just get a date? The yellow headed girl couldn't help but think to herself. And with him?
So I mean that happened. I decided that if Levy was modeled like me (Like how I was basing her off me and all that jazz) That I would never ever EVER go to the gym willingly more than once a month. I know because I go maybe once a month. MAYBE. So I needed her to have a reason to go to the gym (because that the whole point of this fanfic is sexy yoga instructor Gajeel and i want to write more about his muscles because OOH BABY DAMN) and besides Levy's flexible so heck I made her a dancer. She didnt even have a job before so... Now there we go. OH IM EXCITED FOR THIS. I want to write a new chapter soon ^o^ Tell me what you think in the reviews, and as always follow if you want more of this.
Whatever this is... ~Hana