A/N: This was originally supposed to be a full fledged story but a virus ate up the full chapters I had sitting in my files so now I only can offer this. I might add onto it later and put it up solo instead of these one shots, but I don't know yet. We shall see. People wanted me to continue this and I actually had fun writing little stories about these idiots, so I'm gonna. Someone requested a beautiful Alpha/Omega verse story but I'll probably make that a long one shot like I did with Shy. And no, I have not forgotten about my other stories but I have a whole line of prompts set up that I'm excited to do. And I would ask for requests but seeing how I'm pretty unreliable or take a century to upload, I'm not going to do that to you guys. Even though I already have. I deeply apologize. Seriously. But I strongly encourage you to write if you come up with a really amazing idea for a story! Your favorite writers don't always have to do it for you, you can write it up for yourself and then I'll have a new favorite author :)

That Was Then, This is Now

The room small and dark save for the flicker of glow light from the cell phone screen. Slender fingers were wrapped around the small device and the very little light was enough to reveal a young man's face. Obsidian eyes stared gloomily at the phone's screen, or, more accurately, the messages that were pulled up. They kept coming too, and each text was getting worse. The teen scowled when he read the newest one and sat up from his mummy position on the bed. Pulling his knees up to his chest, the teen tossed his phone to the side and laced his arms around his legs.

Move on.

You'll get over it.

Plenty more fish in the sea.

It's time to let go.

It was so easy for his friends to tell him all of that because they're not in his shoes. They're not the ones who is still mourning over a shattered relationship which so happened to be his first one ever and that it lasted for two years. They don't feel the pain despite it being, what, four months since he was dumped? The teen let out a groan and let his face drop into the crevice his knees made. How can anyone move on so quick from a two year relationship? All of the memories, stories, touches, kisses- how can one just let it all go in a span of four months? That's twenty-four months down the drain, it will take more time for him to heal. And that's okay! His friends should quit being assholes and let him sulk. At least until he felt better.

He lifted his face up enough so only his dark eyes were seen. They glistened slightly at the thought of him never getting over his break up, a thought that's been going through his mind ever since his ex boyfriend left him. His ex left him for another which felt like a stab in the heart quite honestly. His girlfriends try and grill it in his head that he shouldn't still be pining over an asshole who left him for another asshole, but he couldn't help it. He agrees with them on that part at least, but he can't stop himself for feeling how he does.

Sighing, the teen slowly unraveled himself and slid off the comfort of his bed. Honestly, it's been the only source of comfort for him during these past few months. He's not proud to admit it but ever since the break up, he hadn't stepped foot into his school. School was where Gray, his ex, was with his new boyfriend, Lyon, a guy Natsu, the sulky dumped one, hates. And he, Natsu, wasn't ready, he still doesn't feel ready. Luckily, despite them being assholes, his friends managed to keep him updated with homework assignments and although he completed them, he doubted that any of his teachers accepted the work. Whenever one of his friends came over to drop off his homework, they would try and coax him out his small apartment but the only times he left his home was for work. His education he could always come back to but money was a different story especially since he lived alone and handled the bills by himself.

Speaking of money, he had to get going now lest he wanted to be late and face the wrath of his unforgiving manager. Stepping out of his stupor, Natsu trekked the short journey to his tiny bathroom and turned on the light. He was momentarily blinded after from being in the dark for so long but soon he finished washing his face and brushing his teeth. Staring at his reflection, Natsu glared at his vibrant, spiky pink hair. It was nice having hair like his because all of the strands stood up in one direction together. The down part was when a single strand, like the one he's had issues with since the beginning of time, sticks in a complete opposite way it becomes noticeable. Grumbling, Natsu tried to tame the rebellious lock of hair and had to use water in the end. While he got his hair in shape in the end, Natsu had thought back to the time when he and Gray were together...

"Arg! It won't stay down! Quit laughing you bastard!" Natsu glared at the mirror where his amused boyfriend's reflection graced the glass and ignored when he was pressed further against the counter sink, too busy trying to keep this single lock of annoyance.

"You're too precious," Gray replied as he ran his fingers up and down Natsu's sides. He loved the feel of the dips and crevices his fingers traced over the dress shirt his pink haired boyfriend wore and wrapped them around those slim hips. "Here, let me save your struggling life." Gray snickered. Natsu was fighting his hair and as amusing as it was to watch, they were going to be late for their school dance. Using one hand, Gray reached around his boyfriend and turned the water on, wetting a couple of fingers. Natsu huffed and allowed Gray to handle the lock, which he did. The water helped as Gray's long fingers twirled around the soft strand and as he did all of this, he ducked his face down and gently suctioned his lips to a patch of skin on Natsu's neck.

The pinkette wasn't expecting it and the short gasp he emitted had Gray smiling against his shoulders. Natsu spun in Gray's cage and tipped his face up until their mouths closed over each other. Gray smothered him against the sink and raked his fingers through the never ending soft, pink spikes. Natsu sighed into his boyfriend's mouth and allowed the probing tongue access to his wet cavern. Five minutes later the couple pulled back both out of breath. Throughout their make out session, Gray had kept his hands in Natsu's hair. Now he slid them out and smirked when he no longer saw the single strand. Kissing the pinkette's nose, he murmured, "All better."

Natsu blinked before turning to face the mirror, and saw for himself. He beamed. "Fuck yes!"

Natsu dropped his arm back to his side, the lone strand once loose was now back in place with a little help from water. "All better." he muttered before exiting the bathroom.