The Rules and Regulations of Love (Nalu Fanfic)

Chapter Three

I don't own any of this! I only turned this into a NaLu Fanfic!

Lucy

Rule Number Three: Certain Songs Are Good For Venting, Especially When A Guy Messes Up.

I cannot believe I ever thought asking Natsu Dragneel for dating advice was a good idea. Well, at least I tried. I just can't believe how mean and rude he was. I mean, I'm rude and obnoxious sometimes, but insulting girls like that is just going too far. I wasn't going to let it get to me so easily though. Rather than cry in front of him, I poured his slush all over him and threw his food down. That was five dollars he'd never get back! Now I sat in the local music store's parking lot, sitting in my car, singing along loudly to the Taylor Swift CD I was blaring. I loved Taylor Swift. She had the greatest lyrics and beats out there, and nothing compared. I was a true country girl, and nothing was gonna change it. Faith Hill, Tim McGraw, Joey+Rory, I listened to them all.

"That's fine I'll tell mine you're gay!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, attracting the attention of a couple walking by, who eyed my car nervously before quickly walking away. Okay, so maybe I was a little too loud if people could hear me outside the car when the windows weren't even down. It was just so much fun to vent out your feelings to a kick ass song. Another good venting song was The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance and countless other country and rock songs.

Sighing, I turned off my car and got out, locking it before going into the music store. I was greeted by hushed voices and a soft country CD, where the guy was crooning about lost love. I recognized the song as Don't Think I Don't Think About It by Darius Rucker. Great song, that was. Humming along with the song, I walked the aisles, looking for a new CD that I might like. I usually picked stuff from bands and singers I'd never heard of because I never knew what to expect. Right now, though, I wanted a familiar singer or band, but there wasn't really anything that appealed to me. The new Boys Like Girls CD didn't come out until June, and there weren't any new country CDs that I didn't already have. Stopping to examine a CD by some band called Backseat Goodbye, I contemplated the song titles and whether I thought it was worth it now, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Jumping, I whipped around, nearly dropping the CD, catching it at the last minute.

"Well, hey there," Natsu drawled, smiling at me. Ooh, the nerve he had. He stood before me in plain Levi's that hugged him perfectly and a white (now pink)v-neck shirt, short pink hair no longer spiked but laying adorably against his head, leather jacket absent.

I didn't even bother answering him. Just gave him an icy glare and walked away, setting down the CD I'd been holding. I could tell he was following me, but I didn't care. I had nothing to say to him, and if he wanted to waste his time following me around like this, he could go right ahead. I wasn't going to wait around for his apology, though I doubted he even had one. Natsu was the kind of guy that didn't think he ever did anything wrong and when he did; he blamed his wrong-doings on someone else. Knowing Natsu, he'd probably blame his words on me. 'God, why do girls always twist my words around?' I could picture him saying, looking exasperated. Oh yeah, that sounded exactly like Natsu.

"Lucy, c'mon, talk to me," Natsu said, not exactly pleading, but not sounding as confident as usual. Probably because girls always forgave him.

"I have nothing to say to you, Natsu," I said coldly, my tone distant.

"Lucy, stop! Seriously, I need to talk to you!" He said harshly, attracting the attention of a few other shoppers around us. My, this day was shaping out wonderfully.

"What?! What do you want, Natsu?!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air and whipping around to face him. Placing my hands on my hips, I glared at him, watching as he ran a hand through his short, flat hair.