Levy swore she had worn a hole in her floor from all the pacing she did that night. Back and forth all night, her tea had gone cold hours ago. So nerves she couldn't even do her homework. One word lingering in her mind: when. When would he use the number she gave him? Tonight? Tomorrow? Next week? The thought of him not even reading it came to mind a few times but she knew he did. Before rushing out she made sure to peek in and saw the tower of black clothing freeze stiff as he read. She had smiled to herself then. For weeks he had been teasing her, calling her Shorty or Shrimp; now she had gotten him back.

Getting tired Levy flung herself into her over sized bed. She had always liked big beds, growing up in a somewhat wealthy family it was the norm. So when she moved out the only thing she ask her parents for was queen sized matters and frame. Being a particular girl, she only had a single pillow and a few blankets, which was more then enough. Unfortunately, its large size made her tiny apartment seem even smaller and when she laid on it, she felt even more so.

Her home only had four rooms; bedroom, bath, living room and kitchen. The rent was pretty high and as a editor for three different agencies, paying could be touch sometimes. But she made do; buying creeper food, not having cable and never going out to eat. Living on our own is hard enough as an adult but for someone still in high school its like playing Dark Souls on its hardest difficulty. Well, maybe not that bad.

Not many of her school mates lived on their own; Natsu did, everyone knew that from the parties he threw and Cana's dad was barley around so she basically did. Also, Luxas, Bixlow, Evergreen and Frind all lived together without parents. Slowly, her mind drifted to Gajeel. She wondered where and how he lived. Only one person knew anything about him; Juvia Lockser. Levy stood from her bed and walked to her frige, removing a can of soda and then returned to her desk. She opened her lab top and went to her barely used Facebook account. Juvia and her had talked a few times in school so they were already "friends".

"Hey Juvia! How are you? I had something a little strange to ask."

A few moments past as Levy sucked down her soda.

"Hello! Juvia is well, thank you, how is Levy? and oh?"

"I'm good thanks. I had a somethings to ask you about Gajeel and seeing your a close friend I was hoping you could help?"

More time past then last time. Juvia had read the message but minuets went by without a response. Levy begin to worry...

"Ask away!"

Thank god.

"Well this may sound a little weird but I gave Gajeel my number today. I was helping him with math work and offered to help in other subjects, he hasn't contacted me yet. I'm not worried or anything... I was just wondering if he had a cell phone."

"Oh! Gajeel told me about that, and yes he has one. Although Gajeel is very poor at returning calls and texts. Would you like Juvia to talk to him for you?"

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to bother you. Next question, what is he like? I know it sounds weird and like I'm stalking him but I've only talked to him in school."

"It is okay, Juvia understands. Gajeel is odd. He looks very mean but is really a nice man, Gajeel was the only one who didn't bully me in middle school. He is very good to the people he cares about; like Juvia and Lily."

"That's so sweet, and Lily?"

"Gajeel's cat, Patherlily."

"HE HAS A CAT?!1"

"Oh yes, Gajeel loooves cats. Do not tell him Juvia told you that."

"Of course ;)"

The two of them talked on for a long while before Levy had to head to bed. They wished each other goodnight; Levy closed her lab top and fell back into bed. She covered herself in her blankets, mind still on her pierced student.

"He likes cats" she whispered in the darkness.

The pounding on the door was what woke Gajeel from a restless night of sleep. The second worst thing about that morning was getting out of bed and wondering across his cluttered apartment to the door. The worst was opening the door to a panting and disheveled Juvia. Her eyes blood shot and hair a mess, she stormed past him, grabbing him by the hair. The enraged woman flung into the nearest car and sat opposite him.

"What the hell ya want this early?" Gajeel barked.

She just glared with hands crossed over her mouth.

"Juvia, what the hell do ya want?"

"Levy gave you her cellphone number" she whispered finally.

"...and?"

"And? Gajeel has not text or called her!"

"It's been one day!" he defended, "plus, I had work right after school!"

"Do not use work as an excuses, Gajeel works at a junk yard. He has plenty of time to call her."

"It ain't junk!"

She stood and pointed along finger, tipped with blue paint, at him; "Gajeel is missing the point, why have you made no effort to contact her?"

"I have!" he crossed his arms and fell silent. The look on his face told Juvia to drop it, but as the only person who he could talk to, she continued.

"What does Gajeel mean?" she said as she sat.

A long moment past.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his head; "all last night I tired, I couldn't work at all. I just stood there, lookin' at the metal...I kept... thinkin' about her," he breathed out, putting his face in his hands, "after work, when the boss lets me mess around with my gear, I kept seein' her in all my works..."

"Gajeel..."

"I ain't goin' say I'm in love with her like you and the frosty bastard, but I she makes me feel different. I don't know if I like it or not..."

When he finally rose his head, she was bright red and had tears in her eyes.

"What the fuck, Juvia!"

The now balling girl lunched herself into a hug; "oh Gajeel! Juvia is so happy!"

"F-for what?!" Gajeel yelled as he tired to pry her off."

"Gajeel will understand soon!"

"Whatever you say, Raindrop."

Levy jumped as her phone buzzed and vibrated across her lap. She was sitting in the large, soft chair in her room, surrounded with books and the shelves. Quickly, she marked the page and laid it down, then reserve her phone. On it read: One new message from 1-687-356-8907. Unlocking it, she scanned its contents.

"Hey, Shrimp. It's Redfox." Her mouth fell open. Being impatient, she had given up hope.

"Hey, Gajeel?"

"Know any other Redfox?"

"lol, sorry. I'm glade you could text me."

"Had work last night, sorry."

"That's all right. Where do you work?"

"Down at the scarp yard."

"Oh cool! Pay well?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Not really, I edit and proofread."

"Like books and shit?"

"Mostly just arctics and the like, but a few books now and then."

"Nice, btw I had a few more things to ask ya. You mind?"

"Of course not! But not over this, lol, I'd rather do it in person."

"Sure. When, where?

"Today? Fairy's Coffee?"

"I know where it is, time?"

"2?"

"All right and don't think this is a date. See you then, Shorty."

"Of course, goodbye, Gajeel.'

Levy placed her phone down and let out a long breath. Then she shoved her face into her hands and let out a noise that human beings should never make. She leaped from her chair, almost falling, and made it to her dresser. Pulling out all its drawers, she had to get ready for her not date.