A/N: lol hi. Thanks for clicking on that link from your email :P sorry for not updating in almost a year haha…ha. Junior year is as bad as they say, but it's all good.

For those of you saying that Jellal should man up, well, I kinda like awkward boys and I think it's cute okay, so he's not turning into some macho, pants-wearer of the relationship. Especially when Erza is so…aggressive. And Erza has a lot of shit over Jellal so I don't think he would be one to exhibit such a dominating and commanding demeanor when he owes her for everything he is and everything he has. He's not a total dork, and imo his awkwardness is adorable. Bear with it?

Anyway. I hope some people are still reading lol. Let me know in a review please!

PS be on the lookout for movie/tv series quotes! They're some of my favorites. (In italics, and may be slightly altered to fit the context. Let's see who can name them all!)

Before leaving the bathroom, she checked herself out one more time in the mirror, making sure her red locks were properly secured in a messy- but not too messy- bun (she was going for the naturally beautiful, borderline I-woke-up-like-this, but not quite I-don't-care look). Erza wanted to look impressive, but didn't want to look like she wanted to look impressive.

Nothing's quite as confusing as typical female dilemmas.

Hearing the knock on her door, she quickly put on a pair of dark maroon heels and opened the door. Greeted by a dashing young male with emerald green eyes dressed in a classy teal button-down and black slacks, the redhead stood stiffly, slightly embarrassed by his intense gaze that seemed to scan her entire body. Noticing that he was practically drooling at the sight of his girlfriend in a dress, Jellal quickly looked back up at her eyes.

Silence…

Attempting to mask his loss of words, he began to speak (which ended up being a recurring mistake throughout the whole night).

"Gosh, this is awkward- not you're awkward. I'm awkward. You're gorgeous- wait, what?"

She chuckled lightly, a faint blush growing on her cheeks. "I'll get you later for that. Well, you look nice."

Jellal smiled cautiously, afraid something utterly and incomprehensibly stupid was going to emerge from his mouth again. After a few seconds of internal debate, he decided to try the whole talking thing again. Bad choice.

"Thanks. You look beautiful-er…not fuller! Just more beautiful! But I mean, you're not un-voluptuous, just not fat- you know what, I'm gonna stop talking now." He cursed himself mentally for thinking he could handle forming coherent phrases of speech.

She laughed again, really the only thing keeping Jellal from punching himself in the face. "Just be cool, man, damn."

"Okay, right, sorry. I just, yeah, you look amazing. Not that you don't normally look amazing. But I mean, you- okay, shutting up now."

"Right…thanks, again. I guess. Anyway, how did you free your schedule? Doesn't the student council president have better things to do?"

"Well I finished most of it to make time for tonight."

"You didn't have to! Well, since I'm taking up your hard earned time, we should treasure every moment! And not waste anymore being awkward and stuttering."

"…"

"Anything planned? Or should we just stay at my doorstep flirting like five year olds, haha."

"..."

"And if that's the plan, you're doing a pretty damn good job. Jellal, I sound like I'm talking to myself."

"NO. Nononono. I mean, I got plans. Um. Dinner….plans."

"Really now? And here I thought we were going out to breakfast at 7 pm."

"Hah…ha..ha…ah. So um, shall we?"

"The pleasure is mine"

She walked down the steps of her apartment, locking the door, and proceeded to take his arm in hers, holding on tightly. This totally didn't make him anymore nervous at all. AT ALL.

She didn't think he was one to have road rage. And boy, was she wrong. Even if she could predict that driving brought out any side of him she never saw before, it was pretty damn shocking to see this one.

"Traffic light, WHY ARE YOU RED!?", he shouted at the inanimate object mocking him, yet unable to verbally respond, only encouraging him to spout more profanities.

He cursed at stop signs, lights, and most frequently, other drivers.

"Come on! My grandma walks faster than you do! AND SHE'S DEAD!"

Was it bad that she found this somewhat-okay, very- appealing? This sarcastically rude personality that she never once even imagined somehow seemed to charm her. That can't be good.

"People created gas pedals for a reason, god dammit, PUT IT TO USE."

After a few more curse words and verbal attacks, they finally arrived at the restaurant. And she was kinda sad that she wouldn't get to hear him swear at random strangers who couldn't hear him, in that adorable way of his. He, needless to say, was very glad. Fucking retarded drivers. How the hell did they even pass the goddamn test?

He looked at the menu, as if in deep thought. "Do you wanna share the oysters?"

"Sure."

"Good, cause if you didn't, that'd be mighty s-"

"Shellfish. I know." Erza looked up from the menu and smirked at him.

"Your jokes are pretty predictable…and lame. But mostly lame."

Jellal feigned hurt and clutched his chest. "You didn't have to be so cr-"

"Crabby about it?" She laughed and mouthed the syllables for sorry.

"Stop finishing my s-"

"Sandwiches!"

"Damn it, Erza, THAT'S WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY."

They enjoyed the rest of their dinner and Jellal watched her indulge in the strawberry shortcake at the end of their course. It was probably the highlight of his night: being able to sit there calmly, watching his love practically squeal at the sight of the dessert, as if nothing else mattered in the world. It was at times like these that he truly and whole heartedly believed, even if just for a few moments, that nothing else did matter.

He thought the simple fact that he existed, and she existed, and that through some miraculous encounter, they had met each other- and through yet another miracle, he had fallen for her, and she for him, was all that really mattered.

And it was at times like these that he thought all he needed was her acceptance, her warm embrace. During times like these, he didn't think. And so it just slipped out.

"You are the love of my life. Everything I have, and everything I am, is yours. Forever."

God, he shouldn't have trusted that dumb mouth of his. He looked up, nervously, into her eyes. Seeing the look of awe on her brightened face, he no longer regretted the words that seemed to just fall out of his gapingly awkward self.

Well, that ended nicely.

"Hey, did you hear?! Apparently someone saw Jellal and Erza Knightwalker come to school today holding hands in the morning!"

"Does that mean he broke up with Scarlet? How is he still alive...?"

"Maybe she broke up with him?"

"But damn, he sure moves on fast."

Scarlet smiled and continued walking to the cafeteria. Rumors these days. She and Jellal walked to school every morning; someone must have mistaken her for Knightwalker.

She acknowledged a slight resemblance, but other than the hair color and sharing the same name, Erza really didn't know why everyone thought they looked so similar.

Wait…

She hadn't seen Jellal all day. They didn't come to school together holding hands…she didn't even like public display of affection.

So…

Oh my god, it actually was that whore Knightwalker (who has once again been demoted).

Erza Scarlet looked around wearily. Everyone's eyes were on her.

It must've been a mistake.

It had to be a mistake.

Was it a mistake?

Erza's eyes scanned the halls, looking for a certain aqua haired male. Finally spotting her target, she quickly caught up to him in long strides.

"Jellal, we need to talk."

Before he could answer, their conversation was interrupted by a frantic and panting blond.

"Pres, there's a Miss Milkovich on the line? Should I hold or?"

Erza rolled her eyes impatiently. Couldn't she see that they were in the middle of something?

"Not now, Lucy."

Jellal sighed and turned toward his vice president. "Tell her I'll be right there."

As he walked away Erza scoffed, mumbling "I guess it's 'not now, Erza'…"

A/N: Short and sweet? Or just short….oops. Anyone recognize the quotes? ;) yell at me, praise me, flame me- just do it in a review, yeah? And then maybe I can actually reply to your comments, questions, and concerns, heh. Thanks for reading!