Our Love Song{Fairy Tail}{GaLe}

Chapter 6

{Hello my amazing Gajevy shippers! I'm back with a new chapter!! I hope that you lovely people enjoy this chapter, and please vote, comment, share, follow, and spread!

Also, I have a new fanfiction out called Gale Redfox and the Amulet. It revolves around Gajeel and Levy's daughter, Gale. It also has Nashi Dragneel, Steel Redfox, and Jake Fullbuster(all I made up except for Nashi. Hiro Mashima already said that Lucy and Natsu are going to have a daughter named Nashi. Yea, he spoiled it for us -_-.)

Anyways, lets head on to Chapter 6!}

"So, Gideon. Why are you here in such a small town?" Levy asked the tall man sitting across from her.

She wasn't actually curious with what Gideon's answers were. She simply wanted to see what kind of nonsense this man would figure up to tell her. The little bookworm wasn't stupid, and right now she was undeniably pissed. For some reason, Gajeel had to put on what she would assume to be the sexiest disguise ever. To her, he didn't look any different. He simply looked as if he actually cared about personal hygiene. Levy would admit that she had mistaken him for another man when he first arrived into the bookstore. However, when he approached her, she could see his crimson colored eyes so clearly. Only one man had eyes like that, and that was Gajeel Redfox.

She'd tell him that his disguise was stupid later on, but for right now, she would enjoy having the normally annoying singer act as if he had common sense.

"I'm a journalist, and I wanted to write an article about an average life in a small town. I stumbled upon this place during my search, and I found it the ideal place," he explained.

Levy was utterly shocked at how good of an actor Gajeel was. Well, honestly she shouldn't be. He probably was use to being someone that he wasn't for exclusive interviews and things such as that.

"Oh, well that's cool! Do you work for a newspaper or magazine perhaps?" she wondered, trying to make the questions harder.

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair slightly. "I work for a journal magazine, which contains interesting things that range over various subjects. We interview local heroes, discuss politics, or even talk about silly things such as what our school system's funding money should be used for."

The singer's apparent gift with acting out an alter ego life nearly caused Levy's mouth to drop in pure amazement. She had no idea where he was getting these ideas from. It was as if he had written these down before and memorized them, which could honestly be a possibility.

"That's amazing! What's the journal called? I'd love to read it," she giggled out, smirking internally with the knowledge that she finally had him stumped.

However, he merely smiled. "It's called Information Overkill Journal, and unfortunately, it's only available in my home city. It's quite popular, so we journalists tend to travel about to gain new information to excite our readers."

Levy, at this point, gave up on stumping the rock singer up. Slamming her hands against the table, she startled the man as she glared straight into his eyes. "That's it! Stop playing around, Gajeel! I know it's you! How do you do that?! It's like you live two separate lives! Wait...do you? Oh my gosh are you actually a normal guy who disguises himself as a rock star? Is this your real hair? I mean, curly hair suits you and all, but--"

"Shrimp! Keep it down, would ya? If those chicks over there knew who I was, we'd both be six feet under right now. And how did you see through my disguise?!" he wondered, raising a brow, or well skin muscle since he apparently had no eyebrows.

The short bookworm snorted. "You're like a poofy headed Gajeel. Piercings or no piercings, I know how to tell you apart from the rest."

"Ya must have been starin' real good at me to know how then, gihi," he teased, smirking at the now blushing girl.

"I-idiot! Don't be so cruel," she mumbled, sipping at her coffee that she long forgotten about.

"I wasn't bein' cruel. I was just tellin' the truth," he replied back, leaning over the table and ruffling the blunette's shoulder length hair.

"Well, anyways. Why didn't you tell me who you really were?" she asked.

Blushing, Gajeel looked away. "Y-you wouldn't understand."

"Of course I would, idiot! Just tell me!" she griped out.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes!"

"No!"

"No.."

"Yes! Wait... ARGH!"

"Ha! Now, tell me. I won't say anything," she said in a very promising tone.

Looking away from her, the tall singer blushed even brighter. "I....I....like you."

"Wait...what?!" she nearly shrieked out, glad she didn't have any coffee in her mouth.

"I said I like you, darnit! Now don't you get it?! I wanted to meet ya and flirt with ya like a real person would," he admitted.

"But...you are a real person," she told him softly, leaning over and setting her hand on top of his, "Just because you're a famous singer doesn't mean anything. You can still go on normal dates and have relationships you know."

"Not when you have millions of fangirls ready to murder the girl you want ta be with," he mumbled out.

Realization of what Gajeel was referring to hit Levy like a ton of bricks. This man couldn't simply go anywhere without having the fear of someone snapping a photo of him at the wrong place during the wrong time. He had to constantly worry about random girls walking up to him and tearing pieces of his clothing off, or maybe even worse.

"Gajeel, answer this as seriously as possible, please. Do you really like me?" she asked him.

"Yes," he answered immediately, holding her hand and caressing her knuckles with his thumb.

Blushing, she smiled. "I...I like you too, for who you are, not the whole 'singer' thing. I think that we can make this work. Just have hope."

Smiling back, he leaned over and pecked her cheek. "I think we can make this work too, gihi. I can't lose the only thing I actually even want to care about."

Giggling, a blushing Levy stood up from her chair, grabbing her coffee cup. "Shall we head back to my house? I don't trust my friends, or your bandmates for that matter."

"Yer right about that. Natsu'll eat everything he finds and Gray likes to...strip. A weird habit of his," he said, standing up and loosely wrapping his arm around his potential girlfriend's shoulder.

Levy's eyes widened. "Oh, wow. We need to get to my house quickly then."

Nodding in agreement, Gajeel led Levy out of the bookstore and towards the rental car, where they sped away back towards the potentially disaster-filled house.

{Word Count: 1145}

{I'm also aware that I just wrapped up the story in one chapter, but I'm honestly running out of ideas for this story, so I'm using whatever sudden ideas I get in my head. This fanfiction should be over in another chapter or two :)}