AN: So, this is a High school! AU.
Ship: Gajevy
We didn't really talk much, you and I. I was the short quiet girl in the corner of the room, not wanting to attract attention. I did all my work and stayed on my teacher's good side. You chewed your gum too loud and never tried your hardest. We'd laugh at the teacher's bad jokes and we'd occasionally make conversations with our eyes, but never words. But everything changed on that day in early February, when you struggled to enter the classroom on crutches, bag slung on your shoulder, ankle in a bright green cast.
"Oh dear." Mr. Makarov said, noticing your condition. He glanced over the classroom, eyes landing on me. "Levy! Come here." As you tried to sit down, I got up. Your crutch fell in front of me and I scrambled to pick it up. When I reached the teacher's desk, he smiled at me. "I'm asking this as a favor, Levy. Until he gets back on his feet, no pun intended, will you carry Gajeel's bags? You have almost every class together and I can inform the teachers. You'll get extra credit." I shrugged her shoulders.
"Sure, I can help him out." I remember saying. And when the class came to a close, bell ringing, I went and picked up your dirty black backpack.
"Whatcha doin' with my crap, Shrimp?" You grunted. Quickly standing up, you almost fell over. I grabbed your arm so you wouldn't topple. You grunted again, setting your crutches up.
"I've been assigned to help you with your bag until your ankle gets better." I adjusted the bags, starting to walk out of class.
"Shrimp! You're walking too fast!" You called. I rolled my eyes, stopping just outside the door. When you caught up, you smirked. "Those short little legs of yours sure strut fast. Scared of something?"
"Human interaction, failure, and the inevitability of death." I stated, starting to walk again. I heard the clicking of your crutches behind me. I was used to having to push and weave through the crowd, but it parted as you closed in, making it so much easier to move.
"So you gonna be my study buddy too?" You joked.
"Well, you definitely need one." I smirked. Your jaw opened slightly.
"Shorty's a little salty. Okay." You tried to brush it off, but I put you on edge. Entering our next class, you sat in the always empty chair beside me.
"I hate this class." You whispered to yourself as the teacher walked in. She smiled at me, out of pity probably. In the middle of that class, a wrapped stick of gum landed on my desk. I looked over at you, confused. You overexaggerated your chewing to explain. I unwrapped the gum, slowly put it in my mouth. It was soothing, chewing and taking notes. I was in the zone. I glanced over at you a few times, eventually noticing that you weren't absent mindedly doodling...you were taking notes! How strange. In less than an hour, we'd already changed each other. And after a few weeks, I was skipping pep rallies with you to drive around in your convertible. You were studying for exams. I came out of my shell and spoke my mind. You paid attention in class. The teachers were astounded with how a person could change a person in just a moment. How you can know someone but not truly know them until you spend too much time together. And when you got your cast off 4 months after that first day, there were only a few weeks left of school. I remember what I told you.
"You know, I don't regret this." We were sitting behind the school, staring out over the sports fields.
"Regret what?" You looked over at me, black hair blowing in the breeze.
"I don't regret becoming friends with you. Taking the chance to help. This is probably the best year in school I've ever had, even though it's only a few months. I don't regret you."
"Did you think you would?" You tried your hardest not to look at me. The short hem of my orange dress probably didn't help then.
"I'm not sure what I was thinking," I admitted. You turned your head, slowly moved your hand on to mine. I blushed at your touch. "But I don't regret this."