To make up for my forgetfulness, I am posting this the same day as chapter 4 since this is where I should be anyways. Enjoy my lovelies.
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"Now Lucy, it's okay to tell us the truth. I promise we won't be mad. Did Natsu hire you to be his girlfriend for the weekend?" What the fuck is this?! My own parents, the trusting and loving people who raised me to be the person I am today who is popular, gets good grades, and has a multitude of friends everywhere, are accusing me of hiring my best friend to be my girlfriend! How could they?! Sure it's not exactly far from the truth, but I'm not paying Luce in any way. Except with my life, if that counts.
Looking over at the blonde beauty sitting beside me on my parent's couch, I could see the bright smile that had placed itself upon her gorgeous face and the amusement that twinkled in her eyes. She was undeniably enjoying my pain and misery.
"He's not lying Mr. and Mrs. Dragneel," Lucy said reaching for my hand and intertwining our fingers as if we did the action every single day for the past 5 years.
"See, I'm not lying." Yes, I was, but they don't need to know that.
"Oh honey, that's amazing!" My mother squealed. Finally, they believed us. Looking over at my dad, I could see that he was still in shock over the complete goddess he thought I got to call mine. If only he knew.
"How the fuck did my son, MY son, end up with a total bombshell like you?"
"Igneel!" - "Dad!"
"What?!" Turning my head sideways at the sound of laughter, I saw that Lucy was absolutely dying from the fit of giggles that had erupted from her mouth. I love it when Lucy laughs. She really puts her body into it by bending over and swinging her head back. Or when she's sitting down, she just clutches at her stomach and immediately leans backward from the force of how hard she laughs. It always made me feel warm inside.
"And she's got a sense of humor," My dad continued with a slight chuckle at her hysterics. Feeling offended by the disbelief I could clearly hear in his voice, I glared at him and wrapped an arm around Lucy's shoulders. She was still shaking with laughter but had calmed down some.
"So-r-ry… that was just fucking amazing… Literally, you just became my favorite person in the world." Lucy said, wiping tears from her eyes. My dad started laughing along with her at the hilarity of it all and the face my mother made at Lucy's crude language. I know she doesn't care all that much, but the fact that she used it without hesitation, shocked the shit out of her. Looking down at the blonde who just cracked herself up all over again and had fallen into my chest, I smiled at her in adoration. I was so lost in looking at her, tear-stained, red-faced, messy haired self, I didn't even realize that my parents had stopped laughing all together and were just observing us.
After Luce calmed down, the four of us shared a silent moment. Luce was leaning on my chest, playing with the fingers of my hand that wasn't stroking her hair softly. Subconsciously, we both stared at the promise ring that was still placed on the ring finger of her left hand. It really was beautiful, Dan outdid himself with the elegant simplicity of it. It was only two strips of silver, one plain the other lined with diamonds, swirled together to form the ring, and if she took it off you could see a date on the inside. 6/04/14. That was the day he gave her the ring and coincidentally, the day that we met.
"I'm sure you both are very tired, given that it's almost 3 in the morning. Why don't the two of you head up to bed?" My mom offered sweetly. As if on cue, Luce and I both yawned automatically and stood up along with my parents. While I was rubbing my eye sleepily, my mom and Luce hugged each other goodnight, followed by my dad who whispered something that made her giggle softly. After my mom was finished with Luce, she came over to me and wrapped me up in a warm, comforting hug, "I missed you soooo much Natsu. Wendy will be home tomorrow with Romeo and Sherri and I bet she'll be excited to meet Lucy. I really like her, so don't fuck it up." My mom threatened lightly. 'Yay, Wendy's coming home!' I cheered mentally at the thought of my younger sister, who's a senior at some boarding school in Magnolia along with her boyfriend Romeo and her best friend Sherri Blendy who lives next door. Instead of being offended at my mom's accusation of me fucking up my relationship with Luce, I chuckled.
"Thanks, mom, I won't," I said kissing her cheek before going to going my dad.
"You got a good girl Natsu, Keep her." My dad said with a smile.
"I will," I said, accepting Lucy's bag from him and picking up my own from the floor. We trudged through the house on sleepy feet, barely keeping our eyes open as we passed from room to room. I didn't realize how tired I was until that silent moment a few minute ago. I guess both Luce and I aren't used to not having to wake up early for classes. Lucy was following my mom, while I was following her to the guest bedroom at the other end of the house. After both Wendy and I moved out for school, our parents sold the small townhouse we had in the city and bought this one. It was a beautiful open-room floor plan that sat right on the edge of Conbolt Vineyard. Romeo Conbolt, Wendy's boyfriend, is the son of a wealthy Litigation lawyer and the owner of his own successful vineyard. Macao Conbolt is a beast in court as well as making wine. He's got some pretty good premium liquor under that massive house of his.
Anyway, the room mom put us in was the closest to the porch that overlooked the rolling hills of grapes and had some pretty spectacular views from the double casement windows lining two-sides of the room. Sure since it's pitch black outside, you couldn't see anything but I knew what's there.
"God I'm so tired," Lucy whispered dropping her bag by the door and sluggishly making her way towards the bed. In the middle of her trudge forwards to the land of sleep that beckoned the both of us, she groaned frustratedly and turned around with a scowl on her face. "Forgot to brush my teeth."
Huffing forwards to the bathroom near the front of the room, I heard her gasp in shock over how big it really was. Last summer while Luce and I were on our trip, my parents, with the help of Wendy and Romeo, decided to redo the guest bedroom. Before it was twice as small and didn't have a connecting bathroom. Hearing the water running, I plopped my back down on the bed and rummaged through its contents, not caring whether anything spilled, for my own toothbrush. Midway through my intense search, I facepalmed myself for being such a fucking retard. This is my goddamn house, I probably have thousands of toothbrushes here. Stuffing everything back into my bag, I walked into the bathroom and smiled at the sight before me. Luce had fallen asleep, kneeling down, face squished against the countertop, toothbrush in hand, hair up in a messy bun. 'God how did I get so fucking lucky?' I wondered to myself as I scooped up the sleeping beauty into my arms like a little kid and carried her over to the bed.
Just as I was exiting the bathroom with Luce in my arms, my dad came in with a couple extra blankets in case we needed them. In a split second, our eyes met and I could see so much pride pooling around in my father's dark obsidian eyes, it was overwhelming. There were other elements in there also. Shock because I was such a good 'boyfriend' to Luce, humor because here I was standing in just my red and white plaid boxers with Luce who only had a flimsy white tank top and a pair of red and white plaid sleep shorts. Now looking at, I realized we matched. So that's what the old bastard thought was funny. 'Asshole.'
"You really love her, don't you." He stated easily, coming in and dropping the blankets on the chair in the far corner of the room. Placing the sleeping blonde under the nice warm covers and stroking the side of her cheek with the back of my hand gently.
"Is it really that obvious?" I asked standing up and looking over at him.
"Yeah. You never treated Lisanna like this. She was a just a childhood crush, Lucy's different, I can tell." He said with a smirk at the shudder that ran down my spine at the mention of that particular relationship that ended just horribly. Aside from the fact that I have, naturally, pink hair and he has deep blood red hair, My dad and I look really similar. Same facial features and body structure. I was a bit taller, not that he would ever admit that, and we laughed similarly. Basically, I was the younger 20-year version of my father with pink hair. "She loves you too, ya know. I could see it in that little moment you had together early. She was thinking of what your future together holds." My dad said leaning against the doorframe, crossing his strong scarred up arms over his broad chest.
"You think?"
"I know."
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