School's back in. Gross. Although this year I dont have any major English classes, so I wont be as swamped with essays(hopefully..) So fingers crossed that I can find some more time to write! But, as a bonus, I started taking a creative writing class which will hopefully shine up this trash can of a fanfic. Thanks for reading! ~Hana
"So that's that," Lucy shrugged as she and Levy cruised down the street in her pink monster of a car. They left the gym both on cloud 9 and equally excited to tell each other about their reasons.
"So you're dating Natsu now?" Levy asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Yeah!" Lucy didn't try to hold back the smile that stretched across her face. Levy blinked, taking in the information.
"Damn," she whispered to herself more than anyone else.
"What? You don't think we'll make it!" A look of horror crossed Lucy's face at the thought of her best friend not approving her choice of boyfriend.
"No! What?" she looked at Lucy like she had two heads. "Of course not!" She waved her hands fanatically, begging for Lucy to wait for a moment. "I just lost a bet is all."
"A bet?"
"Yeah everyone kind of had a bet for how long it would be until you two finally got together," she explained.
"What do you mean everyone?" she asked, trying to understand this calmly.
"Not that many people!" Levy assured her. "Just me, Gajeel, Gray, Juvia was in it for a little bit- but she just agreed with Gray on every little thing- uh... Let's see," She thought for a moment. "Mira, Laxus, Cana, Freed, Jellal, Erza-"
"Erza!" Lucy was dumbfounded. The redhead was always in the gym at 6 am, and the two had barely seen each other. She had just heard a thing or two about the woman from some staff members in passing. Apparently she was a bodybuilder who was not to be messed with. Rumor has it that back in the day she used to compete against Mirajane.
"Yeah, I met her the other day I think."
"You think you met her?" Lucy asked.
"Well, I saw someone with red hair so I just assumed it was her," she shrugged.
"And?" Lucy asked as she flipped her blinker on before turning right.
"You'll have to see her to believe it."
"Maybe we can meet her at the party on Saturday."
"You were invited too?"
Lucy stared at the smaller girl. "I'm dating Natsu," she said as if it were supposed to change something.
"And I'm dating my Netflix account," Levy snapped.
"Yes, he invited me." Lucy rolled her eyes as they came to their driveway. "And I hear Laxus' house is enormous."
"That's not all I heard was enormous," Levy winked at her best friend.
"LEVY!" Lucy screamed as Levy erupted into a fit of laughter. Her best friend stared wide-eyed at her.
"I'm sorry-" She wiped a tear away. "I couldn't resist." Her laughter died down, letting out a chuckle here and there.
"But seriously-" Lucy was cut off by the sound of an orchestra ringing from Levy's pocket. "Is that your phone?"
"Yes..." Levy said as she shimmied the phone from her small pocket. Trumpets and trombones blared as the bass drum started to beat to the tune of a familiar theme song.
"Is that the Game of Thrones theme song?" Lucy asked.
"Uh-" Levy began as Lucy parked the car expertly in their driveway. For such a wig car, they had a small space to park it. Sometimes they were almost thankful that Levy didn't have a car, just because if she had... Well, parking would be a bitch.
"I take that back. I know it's the Game of Thrones ringtone. I've heard that godforsaken song too many times for my liking." She rolled her eyes as Levy red the caller ID on her phone.
"I'm going to take this..." She said before she scampered off into her room, shutting the door behind her. "Hello?"
"Hey." A deep voice greeted her, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Hi Gajeel." She reached one of her hands up to her hair to let her fingers comb through.
"Want to go to a party Saturday?"
"Didn't you already invite me?"
"Yeah," he sighed. "But this is your formal invitation," he strained the word. "I said I'd call didn't I?"
"I guess you did," she giggled as she began roaming her room, looking for something to entertain herself as she talked on the phone. "I didn't think you'd actually call."
"Hey." Levy could hear was a small rustling noise, so she assumed Gajeel had shrugged his shoulders. "I said I would, so I did."
"So, what should I wear? Is this like formal-"
Gajeel scoffed. "I'm wearin' black jeans, so wear whatever you want. Wear nothin' for all I care."
"Well I'm not going to wear nothing," she breathed out before throwing herself onto her bed. "Should I go for a dress or like-"
"Mira will probably wear a dress. Juvia too... Cana probably not." He made a small noise that could only be characterized as laughter before he continued. "Cana will probably wear a swim top n' jeans."
"A swim top?" She repeated.
"Yeah, Laxus has a huge pool n' a hot tub inside his house, and she takes full advantage of it," he said. "Not that she's ever not there. She practically moved in when they started datin'. Although I don't blame her, his house is pretty nice."
"So I've heard." Levy grabbed a stack of magazines and began rifling through them aimlessly.
"You won't believe it till you see it... He has rooms for specific activities. Like I'm talkin' activities that don't need specific rooms."
"Such as?"
"Honestly he probably has a sex dungeon," Gajeel breathed out.
"I feel like that may call for its own room..."
"But honestly, I can try to give you a tour, but I can't guarantee that we won't get lost."
"Sounds like fun," she laughed.
"Getting lost in a huge mansion is your kind of fun?" He asked.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Huh," he gruffed.
"Getting lost in mansions, marathoning Netflix, and beating punks at Twister."
"Oi," he snarled. "Anymore comments like that, and you can walk to Laxus' house." He gave her an empty threat.
"Oh I'm sure Natsu could pick me up. He's going to get Lucy anyways."
"Ha! That idiot!" Gajeel laughed. "Good luck driving with him. He practically throws up whenever he gets in a car with his stupid motion sickness."
"Natsu gets motion sick?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"But he teaches classes on those bikes?" She asked.
He laughed at her lack of knowledge on the spin classes. "Yeah, he claims that those are okay because the bikes don't move."
"But he doesn't do real bikes?"
"Nope," Gajeel said, popping the p slightly,"Not ever."
"Why not?"
"Hell if I know!" He let out a snort. "Put him on the bike seat of a real bike 'n he looks like he's gonna hurl."
"But he can sit on a stationary bike?"
"If you want to know about his motion sickness, I recommend asking him. Or Lisanna. She knows all about that shit, considering she had to deal with it for so many years."
"Lisanna?"
"Oh, you haven't met her?"
"I think I've heard about her."
"She's Mira's younger sister," he sighed slightly, as if explaining this was troublesome. "Elfman too. He's one of Laxus' clients. Really big guy. White hair. Huge biceps-"
"Bigger than yours?" Levy said before she even realized it.
"Bigger than mine," he smirked. "And he's got a neck tattoo."
"Sounds like a scary dude."
"HA! No way, shrimp," he snorted. "He's about as soft as a tub of Playdough."
"That soft, huh?"
"Just ask him about his sisters, and he'll go on a tangent on how great they are, and all that shit." She could practically hear him roll his eyes. "He's a great body builder though."
"Even better than Erza?"
"Have you seen Erza?" He almost laughed. Erza could beat anyone in the whole town of Magnolia. Hell, the whole state. Maybe even the whole country.
"Once, I think."
"Oh, you would know if you say Erza."
"Does she have red hair?" The blue haired girl asked.
"That's kind of her staple."
"Really?"
"Yeah, colored hair kind of sticks. Don't you think?"
"Well I can't argue." She rolled her eyes, grinning as her blue locks fell into her sight.
"Huh?" Gajeel said to someone on the other side of the phone. "Yeah, yeah. I get it," he sighed. "One minute." He put the phone back up to his ear. "Hey sorry short stack, but I gotta go. Part of pool duty also means testing the chemicals."
"Sounds like a fun time."
"Fuck this, I barely passed Chemistry in the tenth grade, now I have to do this," he sighed. "Maybe I can rope Mira or someone else into doing it."
"Well good luck."
"Hey, what are you doing?" He asked.
"On my bed, reading magazines," she said. "Why?"
"You haven't ever tested pool chemicals, have you?" He asked slowly.
"I'm not going all the way back to the gym! Besides, I have to shower!"
"You could always shower here," He suggested. "Or at my place."
"As much as I would like to visit Lily, I have something to do tomorrow morning."
"More important than seeing my cat? I'm hurt." He scoffed lightly.
"Tell Lily I send my apologies." She laughed.
"Sure, sure."
"Gajeel?" She whispered.
"Yeah?" He asked. She could hear him measuring chemicals, and crinkling the directions, on the other side of the line.
"I'll see you Saturday, okay?" She asked it as if it were a question.
"Yeah, I'll see you Saturday," he said before the line went dead.
Levy stood up and took a deep breath to steady herself before walking back to the kitchen. She noticed Lucy was lying on her stomach across the couch with her feet in the air, kicking back and forth, talking on the phone like some high school girl. She was whispering and giggling up a storm, so Levy assumed she was talking to Natsu. Levy could almost picture him doing the same thing on the other line of the phone. The blue haired girl turned to make herself a cup of tea, and was nearly scared to death as she heard Lucy squeal right behind her.
"WHAT!" The small girl stammered, almost dropping the tea box.
"What are you doing tomorrow!"
"Well actually I have to-" Levy started.
"We're going shopping!"
"I am not wearing this to the party," Levy deadpanned at her best friend as she stared at herself in the mirror. The dress had a classic crew neckline with simple cap sleeves. It wouldn't have been too bad, had it not tapered in at the waist before flaring out all the way to her knees. The lemon print was enough to put any 1950's housewife to shame.
"I think its quaint," Lucy said, dressed in a skin tight black tube that could barely be considered a dress.
"I think you're quaint."
"Really?" She asked.
"No, why would you pick this out?" She asked.
"Don't ask me. Ask your sales woman." She shrugged before going back into her dressing room. Lucy Heartfilia had to drop her name at any store in the mall and all of a sudden she was the queen of England. Guess that's what you get for being the daughter of a CEO of a big corporation. Levy swore that she could rival Oprah. This was, of course, a ridiculous accusation as no one could rival Oprah.
"Do you have anything that reads a little more... party?" Levy asked, searching for the words she wanted to say. Maybe something along the lines of rip this off of me right now, and take me on the pool table? But how do you tell a stranger you've never met that you want to wear something that screams inappropriate sex. You don't.
"You did say house party," Lucy commented from behind a slatted door.
"It is a house party!" Levy whined.
"At a mansion." Lucy practically purred the word.
"For a gym." Levy deadpanned.
"Still a mansion!" Lucy sang.
Sighing, Levy turned to the sales lady who just walked into the changing area again. "Something dressy but not too formal, sexy but still classy, and something that would look okay standing next to someone wearing jeans." Levy told her, and she nodded before smiling, although she was clearly being underpaid for this.
"Any color preference?" The sales lady tossed her brown ponytail as she thought of something. She was taller than the average woman. This, of course, was also brought to Levy's attention as she was shorter than the average woman. She had natural brown hair, and Levy thought that it would look like Lucy's- if she had not been dying it all these years.
"Not really." Levy added.
"What's your date wearing?" Lucy's sales lady spoke up, her blonde hair falling behind her effortlessly as she swayed over to Levy. Her hair was like a sea of sunshine, the way it billowed behind her, as if they were liquid gold waves splashing on the shore. Levy was almost entranced by the way it swayed effortlessly, yet her red hair bow stayed in place.
"Lets see if Usagi still has that blue dress." The taller one spoke as Levy read her name tag. Makoto and underneath, Jupiter.
The blonde spoke up once more, "I don't think blue would go well with blue hair. Doesn't Ami say that all the time?" Levy read her name tag as well. Minako and directly under that, Venus.
"Well maybe a light blue?" Makoto suggested.
"What time is this party?" Minako asked.
"Oh, uh..." Levy rolled her eyes, searching her brain for an answer.
"It's at 9," Lucy called.
"Thanks," Levy yelled back at her friend. "It's at 9." She repeated back with a smile.
"So something dramatic would be okay..." The blonde said.
"I think I know just the thing." A third sales woman with two long blonde pony tails poked her head into the room.
"We're going to be late!" Natsu called from his spot the kitchen. Lucy had let him in the house with a kiss twenty five minutes ago, and told him 'two minutes'. Natsu, being a man, of course knew this meant longer than two minutes.
"I don't know why you came so early in the first place," Lucy commented from the bathroom, her voice muffled from the action of putting on lipstick.
"I said I would be here at 8..." He whined as he slung his head back against the chair.
"And I said the party was at 9, so why bother?"
"I guess-" Natsu said before he heard footstep. He perked his head up, excited to finally get off of the seat he had been is forfar too long. "Rea-" He started to comment before he realized that his date was almost a foot too short and had blue hair.
"Sorry Natsu, you're going to have to wait a bit longer." Levy smiled sadly to the pink haired boy. It was a shame Lucy was making him wait, he was so patient after all.
"At least Gajeel will be on time!" Natsu yelled to Lucy.
"At least Gajeel will have a girlfriend by the end of the night!" Lucy kidded to Natsu, causing Levy to blush.
"I'm going onto the porch before you say anything else embarrassing." Levy swung open the front door to reveal Gajeel walking up the steps. "Nice timing." She couldn't help but smile when she saw him.
"Gihee." He laughed slightly. "You too shrimp."
"Ready?" She asked, closing the door. Not before of course, shamelessly checking him out. He was wearing exactly what he had said. Black, on black, on black. Sometimes Levy wondered if he ever wore any color. Sometimes there was white, or gray... But those weren't really colors... More like lighter shades of black.
"Whenever you are." He held his arm out to her, which she delicately placed her hand on top of. "And by the way, I told you so," he whispered.
"You told me what?" She asked as he held the car door open for her.
"That I had a super hot date." He smirked at her before slamming the door shut. Luckily for her, not only did the noise of the door snap her out of her shocked state, but it also hid her blush from Gajeel. At least, she thought it had.
My editor told me to take out the Oprah reference. I didnt. I loved it. It stayed. DID YOU LIKE MY OTHER REFERENCE. If you didnt get it, its fine. But those sales ladies seem like they'd be good at fighting evil by the moonlight. Maybe even winning love by the daylight. I'm pretty sure that they'd never run from a real fight. BUT! I apologize for being WeebTrash. Thank you soooo much for everyone who's still reading! Youre AMAZING. Your reviews, and favorites, and follows seriously make my day. It'll be sad to see this story end (Which wont be for a little while longer, no worries) And I hope you enjoyed! Till next time! ~Hana