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As well as your appetite.

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Prepare your gas masks, dear readers. The fumes of the following exhibit can be highly dangerous. Please note that fluff may or may not be good for your kidney. Are your clipboards and pens ready?

We are now going to examine Exhibit Two.

Cliché Situation #2: In which Lucy is a high school student that arrives at a new school (usually aptly named 'Fairy High', or something of the like), and meets Natsu. The two continue to do the following:

a) Hit it off immediately, as she instantly becomes liked and well-known, for her 'modesty' and hotness. Matchmaking cliché scenes usually involving dances, beaches, dares, and parties ensue.

b) Undergo a dramatic love-hate relationship until they are forced to come to terms with each other somehow, and fall in love despite the fact that he is a jock and she is a nerd. The two continue on to collapse the social ladder with the power of TWU WUV.

c) Go through the typical high school experience of being average and dorky and just cool students who go through life at school. Type C High School settings are usually spiced up with one or two elements from the other High School Types.

or

d) Start off with Lucy as just an average student who undergoes traumatic bullying from the 'populars' (this sometimes includes Type F Abuse from parents to add in drama), and meets Natsu, who helps her see the 'light'…

Lucy woke up with butterflies in her stomach, churning and flopping. With a groan, she slammed her alarm clock the second it began to scream at her.

A second one began to beep- Lucy picked it up and threw it at a wall. It crashed into smithereens as she rolled out of bed, dumped herself from the warmth of the blankets, and decided what she was going to wear to school.

Her first day at school…

She was so excited! With a squeal, Lucy rummaged through her closet, threw on her best outfit, and grabbed her third alarm clock before it could ring and tossed it out the window. (That was the fifty-seventh clock this week… oh, well.)

Lucy raced down the stairs (the scene can be varied from one of the following:

a) she was careful not to wake her still-sleeping parents, who were lazy and drunkards who abused her daily because she was too pretty for them, which made her a total Mary Sue

b) her parents were already out at work. Kind, nice people they were. She happily skipped down the steps

c) she tripped down the stairs and almost got a minor concussion because she was the classic I'm-clumsy-and-naïve-but-really-pretty-heroine, and they did things like stumble around and be cute and make Tsundere-type characters love them).

Pouring herself a bowl of cereal, she attempted to inhale her breakfast, eager to get to her new school; at the same time, however, she was dreading it.

The school, which was named Fairy-Tail-High-or-something-like-that-she-was-pretty-sure-it-was-overused-and-had-something-to-do-with-that-one-manga-about-a-gorgeous-blonde-summoner-and-a-pink-doofus,-or-something-really-corny-and-average-that-every-other-school-was-named, (and yeesh, that was a long name!) had a reputation amongst the area.

Fairy-Tail-High-or-something-like-that-she-was-pretty-sure-it-was-overused-and-had-something-to-do-with-that-one-manga-about-a-gorgeous-blonde-summoner-and-a-pink-doofus,-or-something-really-corny-and-average-that-every-other-school-was-named was an art school, so its students had a reputation for being eccentric. There were rumors of a boy who claimed to be a dragon and loved manga (his hero was a certain Hiro Mashima), a red-headed sculpture artist who liked sharp things, and even a exhibitionist of a poet, who was known for his eight-pack and touching haikus.

Because Lucy was a high school student, she drove herself to school.

(Here, the author left out a long, thoughtful rant about Lucy thinking about her school, her anticipation for class, her dreams, and her background. That wasn't important. The important is what follows. Seriously. Why do real-life authors put in long boring background explanation about the characters? We're bound to find out sooner or later…)

However, it could be said that the school was huge and overwhelmed Lucy as she walked in. It looked more like some kind of… guild from that one manga by Hashima Miro or whatever his name was… and its sign, which had only its name, took up four entire boards.

'Welcome to Fairy-Tail-High-or-something-like-that-she-was-pretty-sure-it-was-overused-and-had-something-to-do-with-that-one-manga-about-a-gorgeous-blonde-summoner-and-a-pink-doofus,-or-something-really-corny-and-average-that-every-other-school-was-named!'

She stared at it awkwardly and stepped inside.

The homeroom teacher, a small old man with an old man introduced himself as Makarov, and had her stand in front of the class and introduce herself. (He was totally staring at her butt- awkward…)

As she walked into the room, the first thing she saw was pink. Remembering that it was rude to stare, Lucy averted her eyes, looked down, noting how the classroom seemed curiously like a bar. And the students were all sitting at stools. Some of them were… smoking and drinking? Were these people really high school students…?

"M-my name is Lucy Heartphilia," she mumbled, and added in the typical Japanese greeting, "please take care of me." (Lucy wasn't even Japanese, but the power of otaku-obsession and crap made this line extremely popular amongst High School Clichés, so the author added it in. It couldn't hurt.) She looked up hesitantly as Makarov waved her to an empty seat.

And her eyes landed on the pink that she had seen earlier- in the form of a pink-haired boy.

Their eyes met! Oh, it was wondrous! It was glorious, it was (insert long, poetic Shakespearean-type description of love here)! His eyes were a most curious onyx, yet burned with the passion of a million suns! She couldn't tear her gaze away from him, even as she sat down in her seat-

-and a loud PBBBBBBBBBBT emitted from her chair.

Lucy jumped up in horror as the entire class burst into laugher, to see a Whoopee cushion she had not seen before, staring innocently back at her. The odd, pink boy sitting next to her was laughing the hardest, and her wonder quickly turned into anger.

"It was you, wasn't it?" The blonde seethed, picking up the cushion and slapping it right into his face.

The entire class went silent (except for Makarov, who was probably hard of hearing or something because he didn't even turn away from the chalkboard that looked like it was clumsily hung against a bar), and Lucy was afraid she had done something wrong, when the entire class burst into cheers.

Makarov droned on about some random formula as the pink-haired boy sulked and muttered his revenge plots. The girl to Lucy's right leaned over from her barstool and gave her a wink.

"Good goin! Natsu does that to everyone on their first day. You're the first one I've seen stand up to him. My name's Cana," the brunette offered. Lucy appraised the girl with a glance- she had a barrel of alcohol hugged to her side, and nothing on but a bra and some pants. Her skin was smeared all over with oil pastel.

Was this… really a normal art school?

"Oh, hi there Lucy!" a bright voice sounded from behind her- Lucy turned to see the Mirajane, the infamous musician that all of the parents gossiped about, and gasped. "My name's-"

"Mirajane!" Lucy burst. "You're, like, my idol! Oh my gosh! I can't believe I'm in the same class as you! And you're sitting behind me! And-"

"Shut up," the (pink!) boy pouted as Mirajane giggled. "No one wants to hear you squealing like a pig."

Lucy whirled around at him and hissed like a cat, making clawing gestures. He shrank back.

"Oh, don't mind him," Mirajane waved absently. "Natsu's always like that. He'll warm up to you eventually- he always does!"

But as school continued, so did the pranks. She met the famed Gray, the famous swimmer Juvia (who only went to an art school to fawn over Gray), and even Erza, who was President of the Student Council and was renown for making a sculpture twice her own height using only twine and… kitchen knives. That was relatively disturbing.

They were all nice, but that Natsu, that damned Natsu… Lucy grit her teeth as erasers and buckets of water fell onto her several times that day, and even ice found its way down her shirt. He was in all of her classes!

Days and weeks passed- the treatment continued. (Insert long, overdramatic story about rumors of pregnancy, jealousy, ten chapters worth of character development that wasn't really character development and just love interest development which was also kind of character development, parties, and more.) The pranks grew less in number, but Natsu simply wouldn't leave Lucy alone! Mirajane giggled to herself knowingly, but refused to tell Lucy anything, as did Gray, Erza, Juvia, Cana, and all the others. Lucy sulked, dragging through each day painfully.

(So maybe Fairy-Tail-High-or-something-like-that-she-was-pretty-sure-it-was-overused-and-had-something-to-do-with-that-one-manga-about-a-gorgeous-blonde-summoner-and-a-pink-doofus,-or-something-really-corny-and-average-that-every-other-school-was-named wasn't that great of a school, after all.) The only thing she found solace in was the writing classes, which she enjoyed thoroughly along with the poetic Gray (much to Juvia's resentment) and Loki, a flirt that had actually had a decent sense of morals when it came to things not involving girls.

"Natsu?" Loki said to her one day when she mentioned the pranks, confused, during passing time as they walked to their next class. "Yeah, he's a total prankster. But the ladies love him."

"They do?" Lucy's jaw dropped, flabbergasted. "But he's a total doofus!"

"I know," Loki sighed, clearly hurt that someone had one-upped him, "but he's the main male protagonist in a high school drama story. That makes him a prankster, a flirt, a jock, a nerd, a 'popular', a gangster, an outcast, and a talented freak." He shrugged as if this came up every day. "That's the way things are."

Lucy sulked as Natsu passed by, somehow handling three girls, a Whoopee cushion, a football, three textbooks, a soda, a pocketknife, a skateboard, and a sketchbook with pencils, all at once. A double take confirmed that he hadn't sprouted several arms at once, and was just really good at multitasking.

Natsu didn't let the glance go by. "Oh, I see," he said slyly, as all the items miraculously disappeared due to the author's poor handling of situational ethics and stuff . The author didn't really care to research the term, and thus let the whole thing slide because it sounded pretty cool. "You're into me, aren't you?"

Loki twitched; Lucy held him back from charging Natsu and sighed. "What makes you think that?"

Immediately, Natsu changed rolls. "Now don't ya be messin' with me, foo. You betta watch ya back, man, ya hear? I'll be out for ya if ya lie to me! I'll mess ya up real good!" he paused, and tacked on at the end, "Peace!"

Natsu proceeded to put on chains, black sunglasses, and attempt to break dance. He fell onto his face.

Lucy gaped as Natsu changed yet again, getting up and patting the dirt off his clothes nonchalantly: "Oh. Sorry about that. It slips. I don't want trouble, you know?" He adjusted his magically-popped-out-of-thin-air-glasses. "You see, I come from a rich family, but they really don't understand me. I came to this art school because of its atmospheric freedom. I love it here. But you're new, and I'm an outcast. I'll understand if you don't want to work out a friendship. You see, I secretly cut myself because I am a poorly written character, and I need help. You're the one that will help me. Because you're the main heroine and everything."

"Me…?" Lucy pointed to herself.

Natsu nodded and switched personas as quickly as he had before. "Oh, hey, Lucy! It's cool to see you again!" He beamed at her- the smile was too bright. She had to shield herself from the light. (At this point, Loki had disappeared because he was no longer necessary to the plot, and the author therefore vanquished him). "Want to see my sketchbook?"

At this point, the busty girl was growing cautious of the boy; she took the sketchbook warily and flipped it open to the first page. Multiple sketched of a white-haired girl covered the sheets, each stunningly beautiful.

"Oh, this looks nice. Who is this?" Lucy asked, pleasantly surprised. Natsu was weird, but he was good. Really, really good!

"O-oh…" Natsu's voice faltered, drooping into a solemn baritone. "That's… that's Lisanna…" a tear dripped down his cheek as he began a heartfelt speech. "She was my girlfriend last year, but she died in a tragic car accident, forever changing everyone's lives. I put up this façade, but it's not the same without her- I'm not the same! I have to move on… somehow…"

Suddenly, Natsu grabbed Lucy's arm and smiled brightly, sobbing demeanor gone. "You should go out with me!"

Her face heated up at the contact- he was so… so warm! And he really wasn't half-bad looking…"E-eh? Are you serious?"

Natsu cornered Lucy into the lockers, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he licked his lips predatorily. An involuntary shiver rushed down her spine.

And that was how Lucy Heartphilia and Natsu Dragonil began dating.

"-and that's how I met your mother," Natsu finished the story, chortling proudly to his son, turning off the lights and patting the child reassuringly. He had pink, scruffy hair like his father, but chocolate orbs like his mother. (It should be mentioned that he had a cat named Happy. His fur was dyed blue. And the poor thing believed it could fly, and constantly jumped down the stairs. They had taken the animal to the vet at least several times that week.)

"Daddy?" The boy cocked his head adorably, and Natsu managed a proud grin as his blonde wife watched from behind them fondly. "Isn't there more to the story? I mean, yesterday, you even told me about your time dating, your ex-girlfriend problems, your daddy issues, Mommy's daddy issues, your college time, long-distance relationships, your marriage, and even when you guys had se-"

"Natsu!" Lucy snarled murderously.

"Wooahh there," the pink-haired man chuckled nervously. Natsu tousled his son's hair with an affectionate, cheeky grin, and leaned in close so Lucy couldn't see his conspiratorial wink to his giggling son. "I'll tell you the details tomorrow night."

Leaning in even closer, he whispered, "You'll thank me when you're older."

"NATSU!"

…the story eventually concludes with

a) a tacky graduation scene

b) a tacky marriage scene

c) a tacky smut scene

d) a tacky cliffhanger

or

e) a tacky, 'it-was-going-to-be-alright-after-all' scene.

Be sure to hold on to your notes, examiners! I understand if the idea was a lot to handle, but this exhibit was forced to cover a lot of ground because it was such a broad topic. I hope the fumes from the exhibit haven't melted your safety goggles.

Oh, they have? Well, too late now.

Follow me this way, dear readers. We will provide you some new safety goggles as well as an umbrella. You will be needing it to protect yourself from the onslaught of fluff that will be attacking you next exhibition. IT'S TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW!- Just kidding. But do stick around, my spectators.

We will now be proceeding to Exhibit Three.