Chapter 7
"I can't drive?"
"No, Miss Heartfilia."
"Then if I can't drive, I'm using crutches."
"B-but, Miss Heartfilia-"
"No buts. I have to get to work somehow and the subway plus a wheelchair just isn't going to cut it."
I hobble onto the crowded subway, my broken leg wrapped in a cast and my twisted ankle surrounded by a ankle brace. People stare at me out of shock and pity but I ignore their irritating eyes.
My ankle throbs but there's no empty seat in sight.
Wait! There!
Pushing through the crowd with my crutches, I see it.
Finally!
I practically fly towards the plastic blue chair that just happened to be my salvation. A large figure plops down into the seat.
No. Please. I know it's not a priority seat.
Wait a fuck. I know that face.
There's no way I'm going to ask for that chair now.
I turn away quickly and grab onto the triangular ring, hanging from the ceiling to steady my wobbly legs.
But I'm too late.
"Lucy."
"What?" I spin back around, glaring sourly at him.
"Take the seat." The blonde man stands up, grasping the railing, his muscular frame towering over mine.
"No." No fucking way in hell.
"Take the fucking seat, Lucy."
"No, thank you."
"Lucy, you can barely stand as it is." Ha. Logical reasoning, Laxus? You know that never works.
"You got it first." I cross my arms over my chest defiantly. The train swerves and I fall into- Laxus, no less.
He shrugs, catches my body and nonchalantly pulls me into his lap as he settles himself into the chair.
"What the fuck, Laxus?"
"What? It's a two for one, right?"
!flashback
"Sorry, guys, I only have room for five in my car," Bickslow says apologetically, running a hand through his untameable blue locks.
"We're only going to my house, right?" asks Laxus, a hand on his hip as he taps his foot thoughtfully on the ground.
"Yeah. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything," Laxus counters easily, "Lucy can just sit in my lap. It's only about a mile drive, so we'll be good."
"W-wasdfk-what?" My face reddens slightly and my best friend smirks down at me.
"C'mon, Luce, aren't we best friends?" He stoops down, his eyes boring into mine. "It shouldn't be a problem right? Unless you'd rather sit in the trunk."
"Why can't you sit in the trunk?" I grumble.
"Do you really think," he points to himself, "All this can fit in a trunk?" He laughs at my flustered face.
"Just get in the car, Sparky," I snarl as he grabs my waist, slipping the seatbelt over both of us.
"Perfectly legal, am I right?"
"Shut up."
"Well, We're both perfectly comfortable and you don't have to sit in the trunk, so two for one, right?" Perfectly comfortable, my ass. Literally. I lean back, smushing his face with my head, he sputters, his face blushing a pale, rosy pink.
"Oooh, Laxy's blushing," Bickslow sneers as the rest of the occupants snicker loudly.
"Shut up, you guys."
Not this two for one shit again.
I struggle to escape from his arms, but his grip tightens.
"Not a chance, Lucy. You have to stay off your feet. It's already bad enough you aren't in a wheelchair. Why aren't you in a wheelchair? Both of your legs are fucked up."
"Can you imagine having to get onto a freaking subway at rush hour in the morning in a god forsaken wheelchair?"
"You could, but probably not anyone else."
"The hell is that suppose to mean?"
"Whatever you want it to." Grrrr…
"Why are you even taking a subway?" I ask, lacing my blonde locks through my fingers as I tie my hair up.
"Car broke down," he replies gruffly.
"Did it actually break down or is it being maintained?" The last word is laced with sarcasm.
"Well, you see, it is getting touched up. I'm getting the rims replaced, because the new chrome ones just came in and I wanted to save a bit of money, see, because I didn't want to buy a brand new one- YES, MY LITTLE MASERATI BROKE DOWN."
I snicker.
"I thought you were serious for a second. You grew out of your G-wagon or something?"
"Nope. I was racing in the back streets with Bixy and shit happened."
"Are you four or something?"
"Plus nineteen." I glower at him and turn back around to see the flashing LED lights, announcing the location.
"It's our stop, Laxus. Let go of me." I grab my crutches and lean down to grasp the strap of my laptop bag, but he grabs it before I do."
"Give me my bag."
"No way. You have enough stuff to worry about."
"Laxus, give me my bag back."
"Miss Heartfilia, I am speaking as your employer. Get your ass moving or we'll both be late and you will face the consequences."
"Here."
"What's this?" I ask looking up from my work to see the grinning secretary.
"I'm not sure, Laxus told me to give it to you."
The paper bag spills over the top, toppling over onto my desk.
Lunch? I scramble and grab the phone, jabbing the buttons for his extension.
"Miss Heartfilia? How may I-"
"LAXUS DREYAR I DON'T NEED YOUR CHARITY! AND YOU CHICKEN OUT AND ASK MIRA TO GIVE IT TO ME WHAT IS THIS MADNESS."
"You didn't have a lunch, and I doubt you'll be able to grab lunch within the forty-five minutes you are alloted on your crutches without a car. If you don't want your Chipotle bowl-"
I hang up. Chipotle? Well, that changes things.
Propping my legs upon the spare chair, I slap my laptop shut, and pull the bag forward.
Thank goodness for close acquaintances.
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