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Chapter 2 Continued

Lucy's POV

"Hmm which dress should I pack?" Lucy thought. "If I knew what Natsu was going to wear, I'd pack something to match him. Well he'll wear his scarf no matter what, so black and white would work. It's going to be cold though so perhaps something with fur trims." She aimlessly thought to herself. "I'll pack everything else and come back to the dress."

She estimated it would take about 2-3 weeks round trip so she pulled out her larger bag and rolling tote. She packed several pairs of skin tight pants in a variety of colors, 2 pairs of boots. 1 Practical and the other fashionable. She looked though her lingerie and thought should I? The chances of anyone (him) seeing it were rather slim, but she didn't want to be unprepared either. Oh why not. Sexy underwear gives a confidence boost regardless if it's seen or not.

Back to choosing a dress. "ARGH! Guys have it so easy. Wedding, suit; Funeral, Suit; Job, Suit; Tea Party, Suit; Birthday Party, suit. Snort, Birthday Suit." Giggling to herself at her immature thoughts. Since she had no idea how formal the wedding was, or what time of day it was, or how many guests were going, if it was sit down or buffet style, or if she was even expected to dress up in the first place, dress picking was more of a dilemma then she had originally thought.

After wasting several more minutes debating and deliberating, she finally made a decision. "Screw it, I'll just ask Virgo to bring me something appropriate when I need it. It'll be less to carry that way anyway".

She was really looking forward to an elegant night though. Yes, she willingly gave up everything to pursue her dreams. Doesn't mean she didn't miss the life of luxury she left behind, occasionally. She wouldn't trade in her current life for anything though. Friends that loved her more and felt more like family than her real family ever had. People she could trust and rely on. She felt so welcomed and cherished now. Everyday a new adventure, with a future waiting to be discovered. As opposed to the cold and calculated one that had originally been planned out for her.

She wondered how her current future featured a certain pink haired Dragon Slayer. Would she be the 'best man" at his wedding? She felt a pain in her heart when she imagined him marrying someone else. Lisanna perhaps? Then she purposefully imagined a future completely without him, and that definitely felt a whole lot worse. She'd rather he be happy with someone else, with her still in his life, than not have him in her life at all.

"Shit", looking at the clock, enough with the "what ifs" and "what was". I've gotta finish packing, or else I'm gonna miss the train. Then Natsu would nag her for hours.

She packed her coat, and some sweaters along with some of her normal attire. The trip to and from Iceberg wouldn't be freezing she reasoned. Toiletries, first aid kit, snacks, books, rolled up blanket, she checked her mental checklist of everything she thought she might need. Double checking to make sure she had her keys and whip. Then she looked at her clock and saw it was almost time to meet at the train station. She then looked at her over stuffed bag and considered summoning a spirit to carry it for her.

"They are not pack mules Lucy", she scolded herself, and hefted the heavy thing onto her shoulders. And grabbed her rolling bag. She then went down stairs paid the rent for this month and surprising her landlady, for next month as well. And let her know she'd be gone for a few weeks. And headed towards the train station.

She saw Natsu waiting for her at the platform. God he looked edible. She took a moment to mentally drink him in. He'd gotten taller over the last few months. His face more defined and rugged. He'd also definitely bulked up. Not as big as ElfMan, but the muscles in his arms had gotten larger. Based on how tight his shirt was, she could only assume the same went for his chest. The biggest difference she saw though, were in his eyes. More often than before they held a serious expression. Gone was the happy go lucky innocence they once always held. It's been a hard couple of years for all of them. Even now he seemed to be in deep contemplation.

She than noticed, he only had a single backpack. She rolled her eyes at that. How can he pack so little all the time? He turned and saw her and said with his trademark grin, "Are you planning on moving there?" He was a little in shock at her large bags. "Or have you been picking up packing habits from Erza?" Then he laughed. She narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance.

She eyed his much smaller single bag. "I hope you remembered to pack a suit."

"I did. Girls just pack to much unnecessary stuff." As I was about to angrily reply he said "Hey that looks heavy, give me your bag. I'll carry it for you." My jaw dropped. He's never offered to carry my bag before. He's carried me loads of times, but I've always carried my own stuff. Without a word I shrugged it off and he took it with one arm and put it on one of his shoulders like it was no big deal. "Thank you, Natsu." I said a little confused.

"It's a guy's job, right? Besides I don't want you to hurt yourself." He said with a grin as he turned away to pay for our tickets to Iceberg.

I simply smiled and walked after him. Times like these make me want to risk everything.

MY little story continued...

Pretty soon my crush turned into one of my closet friends. His name was Michael by the way. He quickly joined my clique of friends. After school we'd meet up and go to the arcade, or movies. Turned out he was on the bowling team. Didn't even know there was a bowling team, but cool. I had never went bowling before, so we decided to go.

I swear that this is the absolute truth. It was my turn to bowl, and I decided to mimic what I had seen in movies. I grabbed a a ball, stepped up the the lane threw my arm back, and the ball slipped out of my hand.I turned around in horror to see Michael jumping over the ball that had almost beamed him. I don't blush easily, but my face was on fire. Everyone laughed their butts off. Thankfully, no one was hurt but that had been so embarrassing.

He came over and offered to show me how to do it. Nothing as cute as the movies portray with him coming behind me though. Sigh. I didn't beam anyone else. But everyone was still wary and prepared everytime I went up. Ah friends, nothing like rubbing salt in the wounds.

And this is how the months passed. A group of friends just hanging out. With my own little heart crushing harder and harder on Michael. I'd sit next to him just about every chance I got and I always made sure to invite him along to any events or whatever, though never one on one. I didn't want him to know I liked him, but I really wanted him to like me.