Love Doesn't Translate Well

Chapter 4: A Long Flight and Long Time

I want to apologize for not updating in like... forever. But I've been slacking on all my writing- that is, all that I CAN write between homework and having possibly over a dozen story ideas and counting. I apologize in advance if I don't update in a while again. This chapter was supposed to be longer, but I cut it off so you guys know I didn't give up on this story. Anyway, enjoy!

Levy was pretty sure Gajeel didn't know just how annoying he was. No, she knew he didn't know just how annoying he was. And that last statement of his was just... excruciatingly painful to hear. What the heck was he trying to say? Whatever it takes, he said. Whatever you want it to mean, he said. The translator was just about to explode. And Makarov wasn't making it any better. Levy, Gajeel, and Lucy just barely made the flight. And it was because of that that she was sitting in between Wendy and Gajeel rather than Jet and Droy.

The petite woman plopped down on her seat unhappily. The brute soon followed. "What's that matter, sunshine? I don't smell... I think." He double checked by sniffing his underarms.

Levy wrinkled her nose. "You sure do. You smell of hair gel and too much cologne."

"Hey, there's no such thing as too much cologne."

"Of course there is." Levy said as she covered her nose.

Wendy laughed. "You two seem to be getting along well.

"Not as well as you think." Levy replied.

"We don't get along at all." Gajeel quickly corrected.

"Aww... really? Because it seems like just playful teasing to me."

"I hate him." Levy said bluntly.

"That not fair. I don't hate you." Gajeel crossed his arms.

Levy tried to keep her cool, but failed. "You can't say that to the person you bullied for four years! You just had to fail two grades, didn't you? Thanks to your idiocy, I was stuck with you!"

Gajeel was silent. Everyone on the plane was silent.

Levy had sure gone and done it. Now the whole firm knew what happened between them. What would they think of her? What would they think of Gajeel? Wait... why did she care what they thought of Gajeel?

"Great job, shrimp." He whispered.

"It's your fault for being such a jerk." She whispered back.

Gajeel raised an eyebrow. "Really? I wasn't the one who just told my coworker I hate them."

"I was telling my ex-bully I hate him, not my coworker."

"So you only hate the high school version of me."

Levy widened her eyes. "What? That's not... I didn't..."

Gajeel rolled his eyes and sat facing forward. "Whatever."

Levy blinked in confusion. Was he... upset?

No way. Gajeel didn't get upset. She pulled out her phone to organize an emergency meeting with Jet and Droy just as the flight attendant asked the passengers to put their phones in airplane mode. She groaned and put it away. Looks like the universe was still holding up that middle finger. Levy wasn't sure she could take much more of this. She need to talk to her friends fast and get off the Gajeel topic. So, she decided to do it the old school way. The middle school way. She pulled out her notebook and pens and began writing swiftly but neatly, as if it were an S.O.S letter.

Gajeel leaned over and raised an eyebrow at her note. "What are you, twelve?"

"This wouldn't be happening if it weren't for you."