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Dear Journal,

Miraculously, I'm still alive!

All I need to do now is to tell my Dad that I need to transfer again.

To France.

Yep.

Since I took French when I was little (like…two weeks of it…but…you know…that still counts for something, right?) I'll be fine.

So.

Mom let in Hughes, right?

I was safe for a little while.

He hadn't visited my house in a long time so he didn't remember where my room was.

But then Mom showed him.

Yeah.

So he came in.

It didn't even take him a second to lift the bedspread, and look under the bed.

"Seriously?" he asked.

My options were:

Say, "I am a spider."

Say, "You've got the wrong 'under the bed'. Lucy's under the other bed in that other room."

Say, "You've got the wrong house."

Say, "Go away or I'll call the police."

I picked the last choice.

He shook the bed, and I squealed as dozens upon dozens of stupid dust rained down on me.

"Lucy. Out. NOW."

Reluctantly, I dragged myself into the open, and noticed all at once how my bedroom was…weird.

Instead of boy bands plastered on the walls, I had deformed drawings of anime guys I absolutely adored.

Instead of DVDS of the girly shows high school girls go on and on about, I had old tapes of Pokemon and DVDs of Naruto and Naruto Shippuden and my computer was open to a website that had Attack on Titan episodes.

This was the perfectly normal environment I lived in.

Only now did I finally realize how it must have looked to non-Otaku people.

Weird.

Hughes didn't even spare a glance towards my hand drawn pictures.

"Admit it," he said, crossing his arms. "Your first love is that Natsu Dragneel."

I blinked.

And then.

"What? Pfft, no. No, no, no, no. NO. Why…why would you even ask that?...Because. No. No, no, no, no."

The look on his face told me that he didn't believe me.

"Why?" Hughes asked. He sat down on my bed as he heaved a sigh. "Why him?"

I rubbed my arm uncomfortably. "Well…you've got to admit he's kinda…hot?"

Hughes lifted his face so that his eyes could meet mine.

I never noticed how bright his yellow irises were.

"I hope you know how incredibly shallow you sound," he deadpanned.

I shifted my weight. "He's…different. Nice. Gentle. Cares about the people he loves. And…he tries not to hurt them…most of the time. And when he does hurt them…he feels a world of hurt."

"If I was more good-looking, would you have noticed those good points about me, too?"

I blink in surprise.

"But I do know your good points."

He furrows his eyebrows in disbelief.

"You have a snarky attitude, but you care. You're honest. You're an extrovert. You're not afraid to say what you want to say. I admire that about you…a lot," I admit.

He looks taken aback.

"You know, Hughes," I say in exasperation. "Even if it doesn't seem like it, looks and hotness aren't my main concerns in the world, you know. I actually do care a lot about people's personalities."

The purple-haired boy looks the other way.

"I guess."

"You guess?" I reply in a flat tone.

Did he not understand me still?

"I understand you, Lucy," he says right away. I can't get used to his existent, yet nonexistent mind-reading abilities. "Trust me."

"I do!"

I unconsciously blurt it out loud, which surprises both of us.

"I mean…you know…I do."

Hughes stares at me awhile before he stands up.

I watch as he smiles slightly. It doesn't reach his eyes though.

"Thanks."

He pats my head, and passes right by.

I listen to his receding footsteps plod down the stairs, and his exchange of good-byes with my mom before I throw myself onto my bed.

I felt horrible.

Despite the fact that I knew he understood me and that he knew I trusted him, I felt…ew.

His smile had been fake. He hadn't even tried to make it look real. Maybe he couldn't make it look real.

I buried my face into my pillow.

If only my main concerns in life were to catch the next Pokemon or to become the next Hokage…

I wonder if those things would have been less complicated than romance.

Mom enters into my room, and looks at me concernedly.

"Has Hughes become your boyfriend?"

I clamp my hands over my ears. "Definitely not. I don't think I'm going to be ready for a relationship anytime soon, Mom."

My mother cocks her head to one side. "All right…can you please answer your phone though? It's already giving me migraines."

I sit up in bed as she exits.

In irritation, I check the caller ID.

Gray Fullbuster.

I don't even know how I got his number into my phone.

Maybe Cana and Levy entered it in before the whole "I'm going to Sabertooth" thing.

Groaning, I flop down onto my mattress and click the button to accept the call.

"Helloooo?" I say.

"Lucy?"

"Who else would it be, moron?"

"I don't appreciate your reply."

"What do you want, Gray?"

"Look, OtakuGirl321, I just…do you like Natsu?"

Oh, sh*t. This, again?

"No. No, no, no. NO."

"You're the crappiest liar I've ever met."

"I'm sorry. I was taught not to lie at a very young age. Where are your principles, hmm?"

"Answer my question, weirdo."

"I'm not sure I like being ordered around by you…or being called weirdo, or being called just to discuss this kind of thing. Overall, I'm not really happy about this outcome."

"I'll take that as a 'yes', then."

"No! Don't take it as a yes! Don't take it as anything!"

"…"

"Gray?"

"Let me have one day with you."

"What?"

"Saturday. You and me. We could go to a café. Or a store. Or a mall to go shopping. I don't really care."

"Are you…asking me-?"

"Yes! I'm asking you out on a date, genius! Will you go, or not?"

"I don't think I should."

"Why not?"

"I…really do like Natsu."

"I already know that."

"To…say yes to your…invitation… I'll feel like I'm leading you on."

"…if that's the case, then why don't you just go out with Natsu already?"

I can hear the hurt in his voice. I can see the hurt on Hughes's face.

"It's just…complicated, okay?"

"Don't give me that usual crap girls give, Lucy. I fell for you because you don't usually give that kind of crap."

"Gray, seriously-!"

"AnimeGirl123, I'll be waiting in front of the mall on Saturday. Either you come or don't come. Either way, I'll be there."

"Wait, asshole-!"

There was a click as he hung up.

I stared at my cell phone, debating whether I should bend in half and break it or not.

No.

This wasn't my phone's fault. (Even so, I let it drop to the ground without a second thought.)

This was…

I don't know whose fault this is…

But when I find out, I'm gonna write another entry!

Signed,

Lucy

Short chapter. Fast pace. As usual, Lucy's life never takes a breather! C:

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