A/N: First off, I want to apologize for not updating in so long, second I want to thank all of my readers for still being interested in this story even though In my opinion it isn't wrote very well. I want to give out a shout out to everyone who comments on my stories, it means a lot. FairyTailMich @Lilymoon11 @ChaylaStockslager Ultrakonachan16 @Mikaela_Kyakuya16 silver-rwby
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Days were becoming sluggish, so slow. I looked more mature I guess, maybe it's from the bags under my eyes. Not getting that much sleep affects you.
I still couldn't remember Sting that much, a few memories here and there would pop up, that's when I actually get some sleep. But they were just small things we did as kids, like trying to drown each other in the pool, or when we wrestle and Sting would try to fart in my face.
Just small things.
I thought these things as I sat beside Sting, his head rolled back as he fell asleep. The movie flickered on the TV, pictures flashing as the horror film would randomly have a jump scare.
My eyes glanced over at the film, my eyes growing a bit heavy. I shook off the sleep, afraid that if I fell asleep I'd see something I didn't want to.
I glanced back to Sting, my eyes tracing over his handsome features. I brought my hand up, my fingers tracing his biceps before going up to his neck. Gradually my fingers went to his lips, tracing and petting the soft skin. Don't do it, (y/n). My head spoke, of corse I ignored it.
I bent down slightly, connecting Sting and I's lips. It's not all time he's this peaceful and not raising havoc.
I let out a sigh, carefully lifting his head and laying his body on the couch. I went to shut the TV off, then the lights, but I stopped once the doorbell went off.
Kind of expecting it to be Freed, Laxus's boyfriend, I went to the door and threw it open, only to be meet with nothing.
I looked around before noticing an object. My eyes glazed down, taking in the box, which had a note attached: To Sting.
I bent down to pick up the box, opening the note to read it.
I had a lot of fun, Sting! We should meet again soon!
Xoxo~
I glared at the note, ripping open the box. Inside was a gruesome thing, inside the box held packages of packages of condoms.
Tears stung my eyes, anger boiling in my veins. I slammed the door, probably waking both the brothers and stomped to Sting's side. Breathing heavily, I threw the box at him, cursing him in my head.
"Sting, you are such a bastard!" I kept slapping him.
His eyes shot open, his hands grabbing mine.
"Woah, (y/n)! What are you doing??" Sting asked, confused.
"What am I doing? What are you doing to be sent condoms from somebody?!?" I screamed, my teeth clinching.
"Oh." Was all he said.
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