As promised, the next part is here! I was going to end it here, but a dear friend of mine talked me into writing one or two more parts to fully end it! Thanks for your reviews and love! I hope you like ;)

"Are you just going to talk to yourself all night or are you going to finally talk to me for once?" I asked feeling my patience wear thin.

He shot me a death glare, before relaxing his features and grunting loudly, fully facing me. "Look, Levy, I-"

"I want the truth. All of it." I interrupted.

"What if I don't want to tell you? After that crap you pulled in my lab, I'm not sure if you really deserve it."

"Deserve it?" I laughed sliding off his bed and onto the floor so I could face him. "Oh, I think I deserve a lot more than what I'm asking. You've been ignoring and basically avoiding me and I want to know why."

"Why would I talk to you? You kicked me out your room, remember?" he spat.

"Oh, I remember! Like I remember you not completely telling me the truth then either! So, please enlighten me."

"You know what-"

"What, Gajeel? What is it? Please tell me?!" I screamed, feeling my anger reach its maximum level.

He just shook his head saying nothing and that made me reach my boiling point. Why is he always saying nothing? Why don't he ever express himself or just talk to me or anyone other than himself. He doesn't have to deal with his demons alone. We're friends aren't we? I can be trusted with his thoughts and concerns.

My fists were balled up at my side as my body shook from anger, with hot tears streaming down my face.

"I hate you." I mumbled. "Why can't you talk to me? Are we not friends? I don't care about the stalking anymore, I don't care about not knowing what you're hiding. I just want to know why won't talk to me?"

"Aw, fuck! Don't cry! I didn't mean too…I mean…shit. Just please stop crying." He said hesitantly reaching out for me but then snatching his hand away.

"It hurt me, when you didn't talk to me! I thought as soon as a few days passed, we'll be ok again, but we weren't. You went out of your way to avoid me and that hurt and I hate you for it!" I yelled, slamming my fists into his chest.

"Levy-"

"No! You're going to listen to me! Why did you do that? I thought we were friends! You bastard!" I cried feeling his body take the hits I threw at him.

"Levy, if you'll just-"

"And you took Lily from me! You walked out and took him! I hate you! I hate you!"

"Levy, if you'll listen to-" he said grabbing me by my shoulders.

"I'll listen when you tell me why?!"

"DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHY?!" he yelled so loud it stung my eardrums making me wince in pain.

"YES!"

"YEA?!"

"DIDN'T I JUST SAY YE-" I was swiftly cut off by his lips crushing down onto mine. His lips were slightly chapped from the cold but also surprisingly soft. His lips moved timidly against mine, waiting for my reaction. He was about to pull away, but I grasped the color of his shirt pulling him back down to me.

A deep warmth spread throughout my body as he pulled me tighter against him, deepening the kiss. It was rough and sloppy, but was oddly sweet to taste. A sigh escaped my throat as I felt one hand tangle themselves in my hair and the other press against my lower back.

He was the first to pull away for air, with his cheeks red and eyes hooded. Wiping the last few tears away, his thumbs stoked mind hazing circles on my cheek with a smile.

"I'm sorry for making you cry, I just didn't know how to tell you. I'm not the best with words, so I'll try my best to explain everything." He said releasing his hands from my cheeks making me instantly miss their warmth.

"You might want to sit down, it'll take a while." He said guiding me to a chair.

Still in my daze, I did as I was told and looked patiently up at him as he stood in front of me rocking on his heels rubbing his hands on his jeans. He refused to meet my gaze, nervously shuffling his feet as he mumbled to himself. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but he quickly gathered his words before I could even try to decipher the jumble of letters he muttered.

Clearing his throat he begun to speak, "If you couldn't tell, I like you Levy…a lot. And you were right, I was not telling you the entire truth about why I was following you." He took a deep breath, pushing it back out with the same intensity he took it in. "The truth is, when I first found out about those guys plan, I went to find everyone they planned to attack but when I saw you. Just you're smile alone took my breath away. You were smiling and giggling with bunny girl and I nearly ran into a building staring at you. I couldn't take my eyes off of you and I didn't want too, that's why I didn't tell Jet or Droy about the guys. And I really thought I would scare you away if I came up to you, I mean look at me, I know I look pretty scary." He chuckled moving his hands up and down.

My brown eyes were locked with his red ones as he continued to talk, telling me everything, feeling my body fill with embarrassed heat but I felt better knowing I wasn't the only who was blushing madly.

I sat in utter shock, wide eyed as he told me how he had crush on me and decided it was better if he distanced himself until he scared the guys, but that didn't change like he thought. As soon as the guys were long gone and no longer planning to bother any girls, he continued to look after me, feeling some type protectiveness over me. It took him about two weeks before he came up with the plan to spook me that night in order to start a conversation, but he didn't plan on getting pepper sprayed.

"So, you had the great idea to scare me, so you could get the courage to talk to me?" I giggled at his embarrassed boyish expression.

"Well, yea. I was going to apologize and explain what I was doing there, even though it was lie and hopefully slowly start talking to you, but I guess the pepper spray kind of escalated my plans. I'm sorry for not telling you the truth."

"It's ok. Now that I know what was really going on, there's no need for me to be mad at you anymore is there?"

"I guess not."

"Oh, wait. What about the bullying thing? I understand why you don't like bullying but you seemed to have a reason for really despising it." I asked seeing his mood change from cheerful to troubled, like he was remembering something he didn't want to even think about.

"When I was young and stupid, I used to be the bully, but my dad kind of beat me to the straight path. I was running with a lot of bad people and really regret the stuff I did back then." He frowned deeply crossing his arms over his chest.

Standing up on now steady legs, I rested my hand that was completely covered by his hoodies sleeve, onto his arm. "It's ok. You're a better person now, and you don't let those things happen to others, so the past doesn't even matter anymore, right." I smiled warmly, earning a small crooked smirk.

He looked me up and down laughing, causing me to tilt my head in confusion. "You…you're so tiny! My hoodie nearly covers you entirely!" he wheezed in between barks of laughter.

"Hey! I'm trying to help you and here you are laughing at me!" I pouted as he continued to laugh at me. "Fine, I'll take it off!" I huffed out, grabbing the back of the hoodie to pull it over my head, but his hands quickly stopped me in my place.

"I would rather you keep it on."

"Why? You're going to keep laughing at me, if I don't."

"Because, you're pajamas are pretty revealing and I would rather you keep on my hoodie, plus you look really cute in it." He smiled pulling the hood over my head, laughing at how it completely swallowed my head.

"You're still mean, but does this mean I can keep it?" I asked removing the hood, but keeping my eyes glued to my sleeve covered hands, watching the black fabric dangle from my wrist.

I knew what my words meant, but I'm not sure if he knew what it meant. He's not the most knowledgeable about the certain lingo or the way certain things work, but everyone should know that the girlfriend always takes their boyfriend clothes. Whether it's a hoodie or a shirt, if they wear it, it's officially theirs now and this hoodie is now mine.

"What…What do you mean?" he asked trying to keep the small smile from forming fully on his face.

"You know exactly what I mean, Gajeel. Don't make me say it."

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. He kept his left hand pressed against my lower back while his right tangled itself in my hair. A squeak escaped my lips at his sudden closeness as his warm breath fanned my face. Humor sparkled in his eyes as heat spread up my neck and to my ears.

"Levy? Do you perhaps like me?" he asked with a huge grin on his face.

"M-Maybe, I don't know. You've been pretty mean to me lately, I'm not sure if I should tell you or not." I smiled deviously as he chuckled.

"Ok, ok. You can you keep the hoodie."

"Nope, I need something else."

"Like what?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"First you have to promise me that you won't say no." I said holding my pinky out. He stared at the small digit as if he was signing a blood contract, but he reluctantly engulfed mine with his.

"Alright, but first you have to promise to answer yes to my question."

"It's a deal then, now what's your question?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked with a shit-eating-grin and a dark shade of pink dusting his cheeks.

Feeling my stomach basically overfill with butterflies and my heart pound with excitement, I smiled. "Well, I don't really have a choice now do, I? So, I guess that'll be a, yes."

"Sweet!" he nearly yelled, grabbing my cheeks within his hands, nearly smashing them together as he bent down to plant a soft kiss on lips. A spark instantly went off in my belly, eliciting a fire that spread quickly through my veins and muscles, turning them into jelly. His hand moved from my cheek and down to my lower back to my hold me up as my knees buckled.

A whimper slipped from my throat as he pulled away, smiling at me with pride from my obvious dislike of him pulling away so soon.

"I thought you had a request of your own, remember?" he taunted with half lidded eyes.

I was stuck in a daze, trying to remember exactly what I wanted to do, feeling my mind wanting to happily stay empty but forced myself to conjure up my thoughts. My lips formed a small O leading up to a sneaky grin, knowing my chance was finally here.

"Don't forget you can't say no!" I quickly reminded him.

"I remember, now what is it?"

"Can I braid your hair?" I cheesed looking excitedly at him, hoping my smile will instead of sweep him off his feet, will this time persuade him.

"Nope, not gonna happen, pick something else." He shook his head.

"PLEEEESSEE! Come on, you promised! You're going to break your first promise to your girlfriend?" I pouted, putting my best puppy eyes on.

Leaning his head back, he let out a huge groan cursing himself; he then buried his head in the crook of my neck exhaling loudly. "Fine." He mumbled.

Letting out a series of squeals and giggles, I jumped up and down causing him to back up a little.

"If I'm going to let you do this, I refuse to be sober."

"That's fine with me, as long as I get to do whatever I want to it." I danced as I watched him walk to his mini fridge and pull out a bottle of whiskey.

Twisting the cap off, he took a long gulp from the dark liquor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he was done. He let out a loud burp as he sulked to the bathroom, before returning with a hairbrush in one hand and his bottle in the other. I tried my best not laugh at that way he moped back into his living space, kicking a few random articles of clothing out of his way. He tossed the brush onto his bed, then grabbed the remote and turned on his TV, switching through channels until he found something he liked.

"Alright, let's do this." He said grabbing me by the hips, lifting me up and placing me on top of his bed. He quickly followed, making the bed dip and groan under his weight as he sat cross-legged with his bottle in his lap.

"You look like Cana." I giggled stripping off the hoodie so the sleeves wouldn't get in my way and replacing it with one of his shirts that littered his bed. The sleeves bunched up at the crooked of my elbows as I worked the brush through his hair.

He made a grumbling sound, acknowledging my comment but continuing to take swigs straight from the bottle with his back facing me.

Humming a tune, I grinned from ear to ear, working my fingers through his thick black hair, reveling in how soft it was. Using my nails and the pads of my fingers, I scratched and massaged his scalp eliciting throaty moans from the man in front of me. My face turned as red as his eyes, but I continued until I felt like he had been tortured enough for the night.

"Why did you stop?" he asked his voice slightly hoarse, looking back over his shoulder. His red eyes were darker than usual with desire swirling through them.

I was frozen in place just by his glance alone, swallowing hard pass the dry lump in my throat. I was unable to say anything, with my mind blank under his intense gaze. Licking my dry lips, I watched as he turned his body around to face me, causing my hands to slip from his hair.

"You're so cute when you blush, and even cuter when you pout." He said rubbing little circles on my flaming red cheeks, causing the heat to go to my head.

"Wha-"

"You're so beautiful, I really do wish I would've had the courage to tell you my feelings sooner." He spoke in almost a whisper his face centimeters away from my mine.

His cheeks were pink from either the alcohol, his words or both. So liquid courage has taken an effect on him too, huh? He downed more than half of the bottle already, but I'm not surprised it took him that much to affect him since he's such a big guy.

I didn't know he was a flirty drunk, I thought he would be more of a sulk or angry one, but I'm glad it's the latter.

"I love your hair, it's so soft and you smell good." He said burying his nose in the crook of my neck making me squeak from the sudden action. "You're amazing." He smiled removing his face from my neck, planting a tiny kiss on my cheek. Working his lips agonizing slow towards my lips.

The kiss was no longer gentle and sweet, it was more desperate, rough and passionate. The strong bitter taste of his whiskey tickled my tongue as our tongues battled for dominance. He sucked away every breath I tried to take with his lips, robbing me of air and leaving just the burning heat of his lips and tongue. My heart drummed loudly in my ear and my body shivered as he hands groped under the baggy shirt.

It was hard for my mind to focus on one thing with him kissing me like this and his hand squeezing my thigh. That'll probably leave a bruise, but I don't care about that right now. I now care about the man who has been confusing to me ever since I met him, but he is now clear as day. He is now someone dear to me and someone who is an excellent kisser.

We peeled away from each other, gasping desperately for air as our eyes stayed locked. His hands tenderly stoked my thigh, soothing the skin he recently grabbed roughly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's ok," I huffed out, feeling my breathing finally even out but my heart still bang against my ribcage, trying to break free of its boney cage. Leaning forward, I kissed him softly before quickly pulling away. "You're not going to distract me again from doing your hair, now turn around." I smiled trying to nudge him to face the TV again.

He complied, slowly of course not wanting to take his hands off of me and also not wanting me to finish my job. As soon as he turned around, I placed my hand over my chest, pleading with my heart to slow down. It took me a few moments to compose myself, before getting back to my job at hand.

It took me over two hours to finish braiding Gajeel's hair, of course most of that time was us arguing over if I could put bows in them or not. My request was denied, but I was proud of my handiwork when I was done. It looked like one of the hairstyles from The Game of Thrones and I loved it. He tried his best to hide how impressed he was but I knew better and was oozing with pride as he admired his new hair-do.

Exhausted from the night's activities, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep by his side wrapped up in his arms with my head leaning heavily on his chest. A smile ghosted my lips as I felt his lips kiss the crown of my head, humming you are my sunshine against my hair.