10: Seeing You.
(Lucy's POV)
Sting was kissing me.
. . .
Sting was kissing me?
. . .
Sting was kissing me!
. . .
STING WAS KISSING ME?!
And…and…and…a-a-and I l-l-liked it?!
I felt him lean in, and kiss me harder, but I couldn't move. I was frozen and unresponsive as I kept trying to grasp this fact in my head, but…no…this…this was weird!
His lips opened, but I was still a statue.
Damnit! Why can't I move…but if I could…what would I do?
Well first of all, he has no right to just kiss me out of the blue like that and make me all confused!
You just don't do that.
Second of all, one should not be such an excellent kisser therefore just adding on to the confusion part…shit.
If I kissed him back then that could mean that I was saying "yes" to whatever wishes he wanted, or maybe I could play innocent? Oh who am I joking? How the hell could you play innocent by kissing him back? There's just no way.
But what if I didn't want to play "innocent"? What if I want him to know that I don't mind him intruding all over my lips like he is?
But damnit… he's Sting though! The annoying jackass! I am just not sure it I really want this yet… or damnit I don't know!
Damn you Sting! Right after I start getting my mind back together, and away from all that confusion shit with Clara, you come out and kiss me like this! Arghh!
Finally, he realized that I wasn't moving, and he took a step back. I just stared at him, wide-eyed, as he stood there wiping at his lips and panting slightly.
Damn…he looked hot…but still…
"Sorry," he murmured. I didn't say anything, and I didn't do anything. I just stared. I could still feel his lips on mine, and now that they were gone… all I felt was this sudden sense of loss.
Now is that a good sign or a bad one? I watched as he shut his eyes for a second, still regaining his breath, and when he peeked them open to watch me again, he looked almost…ermm… defeated.
"Err Lucy? Why are there two of you? A-and w-why do I feel like I'm about to fucking puke? Damni—"
He fell onto the ground, and it looked like he was sleeping. Wait…so was he still drunk of his ass? Is this how he acts when he's drunk? I don't know I've never seen the bastard drunk before! How the hell am I supposed to react?! Damn!
I moved one foot forward and before I knew it, I was out the door and running.
(Sting's POV)
As soon as the door shut I sat back up. I looked at the door, and groaned inwardly.
Fuck.
She didn't kiss me back, and hopefully she took my lame ass excuse of trying to show her I could still be drunk, but still…was that really the best excuse I could have come up with? But what the hell was I supposed to say?
She. Didn't. Kiss. Me. Back.
So was I really going to say,
"Oh hey Blondie, so I just realized I might actually be fucking attracted to you too much, and I hope it's not weird I practically just forced myself upon you, and even though you didn't kiss me back, let's be fucking friends?"
Fuck no.
Either she was mine, or nobody's. Damn… fuck me, now would you?
I glanced at Natsu who was still passed out in her bed, and glared at him.
It's his fault.
If he hadn't told me what he did, then maybe this wouldn't have happened, and I wouldn't be fucking up my mind trying to deal with this one emotion.
What happened to the me where I just…didn't….give…a shit?
I stood up, and stretched.
My fake fall kind of hurt, and damn, I'm pretty sure I didn't land on my back right, but oh well. Not that big of a deal really. I glanced over at Lector, and grinned inwardly.
Then forcing my gaze on the door, I wondered if I could just take Lector and make a run for it, but no…then Lucy would suspect something…but damnit, I can't just stay here and try and act drunk forever, because eventually she would know that I wasn't drunk anymore, and start to interrogate me if I remembered anything…which I really don't think I could handle right now.
Damn…right now I am starting to wish that I never met the fucking blonde.
Shit.
(Lucy's POV)
I was running too fast for my body.
My body cannot handle this, but I just can't stop. I had to get away. His presence alone confused the hell out of me, plus there is just no way that I can stay there when he woke up.
I mean what was I supposed to say, and how could he have been drunk that entire time?! What if he wasn't though?!
Damnit! Why would he fake drunk though?!
I just kept running.
Finally, before I knew it I was at Natsu's house. Why the hell was I here now? I opened his door with a bang, and rushed inside, not surprised in the least that it was incredibly messy. I huffed.
Seriously.
I clean it up for him, but I bet as soon as I left, he just started to get all messy again.
I looked around and walked over to the wall where he had all of our memoirs.
He is really sweet… and the densest idiot alive, but he's still my best friend?
Now why couldn't I have fallen for him instead?
Wait.
Did I just think…did I really just think…
Instead?!
No. "Instead" suggests that I have already fallen for someone, and the only one I can think of who could possibly fit that category is none other than the very jackass who I just ran away from.
Wait, crap.
"Ran away from," I muttered. I sat down on one of Natsu's couches thinking this over.
"If I ran away from him, the one who I might have fallen for…well if it's like all those damn romance novels that we'll end up together? Wait no…in those romance novels the guy usually comes running after the main girl to confess his love or something…and instead Sting just passed out drunk so…is that a good sign?
Or is it something that would never happen in one of those novels? Well, I mean this isn't a novel but still…but if he was drunk then there's a possibility that he won't even remember anything, but damnit what if he does?! Or what if like I thought earlier he's not actually drunk, and does know what he did, but never says anything about it?! That would be awful! But no! What if he does say something about it?!
No! That's even worse!
Why did this have to be so complicated?! And why did he have to kiss me?! Why am I freaking out about this?!
...What if I just pretended it never happened? I could do that right? IF he doesn't mention it, and if I don't then it will never trouble us again, right? Oh who am I even asking? I'm here all alone practically talking to myself in Natsu's house for that matter. Seriously, why am I even here?" I asked myself.
I sighed heavily, and stared at the floor. It was so messy…maybe I could clean to pass the time?
Yeah…I'm just going to clean, then I guess I'll go back…
(Sting's POV)
I just lied there, staring at the uninteresting ceiling, waiting for Natsu to get up so I could tell him a message to give to Lucy. I mean, I already tried to wake the damn idiot up in so many ways it wasn't even funny, but he was passed out.
Damn idiot.
I shut my eyes, closing off the world.
…..
"So why are so mad at me anyways?"
"Why the hell wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know what that means…I thought you said you admired me or something…or wasn't I like your rival? What happened to that? Now it seems as if you just hate me or something…"
"I do hate you."
"Why? Oh and do you know what's up with Luce?"
"Luce?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"You call her Luce?"
"Course I do. I'm her best friend, besides I think it's kind of cute, don't you?"
"Sure…I guess. And damn… you got me pretty good."
"Yeah me too. You know this is going to bruise right? Oh and you never answered my question."
"What question?"
"Why do you hate me?"
…
My eyes snapped open, as I heard a loud groan. I sat up, rubbing my head, and saw that the pink haired idiot had finally decided to wake up.
"Sting?" he asked.
"Uh huh?" I said.
"Where's Luce?" he muttered, swinging his legs over the bed.
"Oh the princess? Oh…so left I think. I'm not sure. I passed out again while we were talking," I said.
"Oh," he said.
"Yeah," I responded.
He looked around the room, and raised an eyebrow.
"Did we do this?" he asked.
He doesn't even remember?
"We sure as hell did, and Lucy's pissed about it. She's going to make you clean it all up or something…" I said. He jumped up.
"What?! Why just me? What about you?!" he protested. I gave him a hard glare.
"I'm going home," I stated. The words hung in the air, and Natsu just stared at me.
"But what about Lucy?" he finally asked.
"What about her?" I retorted.
"Well based on what you told me last night doesn't it seem like you should maybe tell her or something…about how you fee—" I cut him off.
"No, you got it wrong. I'm going home. Just tell her that I'm going to be really busy so I don't want to see her again, okay?"
"What the hell Sting? You can't just do that! You're her friend at least, or at least I think you are…anyways you can't just leave your friends behind!" he argued.
"Have to. I'm in a different guild ya know," I informed him once again.
"Yeah I know. I hope you know I still consider you my enemy. The only part I like about you is what you feel towards Lucy," he said.
"I already said I don't feel anything towards her, and if she asks you that, then tell her just what I said, okay idiot?"
"I'm not an idiot, ya know," he defended. I smirked, and stood up, picking up the sleeping Lector. He stirred, but otherwise didn't wake up.
"Yeah you are, and pick this up would you, or Lucy's going to get really mad at you," I told him. Natsu shivered, muttering,
"Ah…scary Lucy…"
My smirk grew wider, as I turned around to leave, but before I went, Natsu called out to me.
"Hey you know I'll consider having a battle with you soon if you want to. You were great at the Games," he said.
"Uh huh," I muttered, waving at him over my shoulder, as I walked out.
I looked down at Lector, as I took a step outside.
"Come on Lector…let's go home. I'm sure the clean freak is waiting for us," I grinned. He didn't wake up, only moved in my arms. I looked behind me and sighed softly.
"Bye Lucy…Luce…huh. Cute…but it's not me…bye Blondie," I muttered.
I turned around once again, but found myself face to face with none other than… Lucy.
(Lucy's POV)
"Sting?" I asked. He looked surprised for a quick second, but the expression as soon gone as he smirked.
"Oh hello there Blondie. Out for a stroll?" he asked.
Condescending bastard…
I huffed, crossing my arms. There was no way I was going to tell him that I've been cleaning for the past hour to try and not think about the kiss, so I just gave a stiff nod. He nodded in return, and I noticed Lector sleeping in his arms. Sting was holding onto him like a baby, and I smiled.
Cute.
Sting noticed my smile but didn't say anything, and I just stood, frozen to the spot.
What was I supposed to say?
We just stared at each other for a minute, letting to uncomfortable silence take place between us two. I forced my gaze onto the ground.
Should I talk and break the silence, or should I let him talk? But what if he talks first, and mentions the kiss? What if he doesn't even remember? Should I talk first? Damnit...maybe I should…I just don't know…
"Well I'm heading out," he said, cutting off my thoughts. My head snapped up, but I still remained silent. He paused for a second before walking past me, and muttering a soft,
"See ya princess."
Oh no.
Should I call after him? But…even if I did, what would I say? Plus, he didn't mention the kiss so why should I bring up a conversation that could somehow lead to that?
What should I do?
He kept walking, and I just stayed there, staring ahead of me at my apartment complex.
I don't know what I should do.
I turned around slowly, and saw that he was gone.
Did I do the right thing?
I nodded, firm with my belief that I did, and walked towards the door, intent on giving a strict lecture to Natsu and also an interrogation.
I looked back once more.
I'm sure I made the right decision so…so…
Why does my heart hurt so much?
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