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LUCY POV

Natsu was satisfied with this. I was too sacred to thank him in fear of him turning the attention back tome. I didn't know what he was like yet. But the next day at school, while I waited for the painful moment of being pushed into my locker, It was Lisanna who was shoved into hers by Natsu.

"Lisanna, Lisanna,Ugly Lisanna," he'd sing, and his friends would follow. For the first time in all my days at school, I was left alone. In fact, the rest of the week he resumed this torment on Lisanna, and I was still left alone. When I finally realized he wasn't gonna pick on me, I approached him one recess while he was standing against the wall of the school(punishment for pushing Lisanna around) and hugged him.

"Whoa", He said, stumbling back with his arms in the air. "NOT COOL!"

"Thank you for saving me from Lisanna."

He shrugged as cooly as he could- he was after all, the coolest ten-year old around, and said "Don't worry about it, little boy. I got your back."

"I'm a girl, and my name is Lucy," I said heartily.

"Alright, Lucy I got your back." He gave me a thumbs up and smiled.

He keep his promise ,alright. He never let Lisanna bully me again, or anyone else for that matter. The double ended sword became...well, just a sword. I woke up every day feeling that I would never have to face the troll's bullying again, and it was because of Natsu Dragneel.

I clung to him like that white on rice. He was usually disturb by my clinginess at first , and ran away whenever I drew(come) near to him,but after many school days of relentless stalking(To follow a person around constantly),he realized that I was not gonna go. After coming to terms with this, he was fine by it- BUT! only because he saw an advantage of this. I was declared his gofer(a person that does jobs) friend, fetching him what he wanted, waiting hand and foot for his requests, and he never stop requesting!

" I want a cup of water," he demanded

"Where do I get a cup?" I asked

"Lucy," He said in an annoyed voice, "don't give me questions, give me results!"

I'd pretend to go to the bathroom, stole my teacher coffee mug, emptied it and filled it up with water. He was very pleased, although not so much by the faint taste of coffee in his water.

"Go tell Gray I hate him" he said next.

Gray, who was not in good terms with Natsu as of lately due to playground politics, was hiding somewhere remote and I had to track down him. After asking around and running from one side to the other from the school field, I found him sitting besides a fence against the parking lot, alone and of course stripping.

" Natsu says he hates you" Isaid out of breath after running for too long.

" I don't care!" Gray screamed, throwing a stick at me.

I ran off to report the news to Natsu who was unsatisfied.

"Guess I have too beat him up later," he muttered.

"Go tell Stacey that she has a big butt."

After I delivered the news to her - and after getting shoved to the ground - I returned to Natsu to carry out more requests.

As time wore on, he grew tired of my services and the request became less and less. The shine wore off and I was happy he'd stopped. I was frankly sick at things throw at me, and for telling many girls horrible things about their behinds.

I still followed him everywhere ; I was partially his shadow, and I think he was quick to get used to that because he came knocking on my door one day when I was absent at school after catching the flu.

My parents were passed out in their rooms and, frighten they'd hear the sounds of his knocking, I tip toed to the door to answer.

"You weren't at school today!" he hissed at me when I opened the door.

"I'm sick," I said shamelessly wiping the snot from my face. I wasn't the most delicate thing around.

He pushed past me and entered the house. He wore a deep frown on his face, clearly unsatisfied bout' my answer, and looked around the living room with a weird look.

"Why is your house so ugly?"

I followed his gaze to the thing living room: old green couch against one wall, semi cracked glass coffee table riddled with cigarette butts, beer bottle all over the floor - some on their sides oozing out remnants of beer, a tiny television in the corner on a moving box because we didn't have a stand for it.

" I don't know," I shrugged, feeling suddenly ashamed. I'd never had a friend over before.

He looked around a little more. "Mom puts pictures up and cleans everyday," he said.

" must be cool that your parents don't care bout' being clean"

No, they didn't. I looked at our bare and dirty walls. Not one photo was up,, and i couldn't recall the last time my mother had cleaned up.

"What does your room look like? Can I see?"

"NO," I quickly replied. If he thought the living room was bad , I didn't want him to see my room all had was a tiny dresser, a old mattress on the floor and two old dolls I'd been given at a charity Christmas event at school a couple of years ago. He could see my reluctance and didn't press me about it.

He tucked his chin length sandy hair behind his ear and said, "It was weird you weren't at school today. I felt like I didn't have a shadow."

"I'll be at school tomorrow."

"Good, because I'm going to beat Gray up and I'm going to need you there."

"What for?"

"For support!" he said irritably at my question, as if that was so obvious.