Races for Love- A GaLe Lemon

The Shrimp's Actually Pretty Smart

~Gajeel's POV~

   It had grown late and as I sat at my desk, I had fallen asleep. Not the smartest idea Redfox has ever had.

   My form lay slumped over the wooden piece of furniture and drooling over my sketches. Yes, sketches. Each were designs of a project I was working on, a project I would be funding by racing... If my car wasn't a total wreck and probably in a scrap yard.

   Morning soon came and I was rudely awakened by Natsu who prodded my cheek.

"Get up!" Erza ordered.

"Get enough sleep, Sleeping Beauty?" Natsu again tried to piss me off.

"I was going to say that!" Gray growled.

"Well you should've said it then!" Natsu sassed back.

"I would but then it would seem like I was copying you!" Gray shouted yet again.

"Shut up or I shall take your heads off!" Erza somehow pulled out a weapon from nowhere. Seriously, where do they come from.

"Oh, morning," a little bluenette woke and sat up, rubbing an eye.

"Okay, we are going. Levy is your responsibility until me and Lucy get back with some medicine. Hurt her and I will chop off your b-" Erza was stopped mid sentence by Lucy's hand.

"We better be going now! Take care of her, Natsu can you please put Gray back on the ground. Your faces are turning blue!" Lucy, Erza, Natsu and Gray trailed down the hall as the two males hand their hands around each others necks.

"Hey Shrimp!" I chuckled, standing up and stretching.

"Umm..." She blushed. "You didn't say that I... Uh, Why didn't you tell me that I looked like this?" She pulled the duvet up further, trying to hide her shredded outfit.

"So I could laugh at you when you realized," I smirked as she blushed a deeper shade of pink. I took out a shirt from my wardrobe and threw it on the bed. "Here, I will go and make some breakfast," I wandered out, not giving her any trousers on purpose.

"Gajeel, do you have any trousers?" Levy squeaked.

"Gi hi!" Was my response.

~Levy's POV~

   I changed into the shirt, it was too big for me but I still felt like it was too short.

   My curiosity soon got the better of me and I quietly snuck over to Gajeel's wooden desk and peered at his work. They were sketches and scribbly ideas. There was a picture and a spreadsheet with numbers, even a diagram with annotations.

   One sheet of paper, the one with a diagram and annotations caught my eye. I picked it up. The top of the page read

   "Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport Vitesse"

   Does Gajeel plan on getting one of these? They cost a hell of a lot. How the hell is he going to pay for one of these?

"You like cars, Shrimp?"

"Eeek!" I froze, the man peering over my shoulder.

"Gi hi, you like my little project?" He carefully took the sheet of paper out of my hand.