The Old Days

Ch. 3

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Knock Knock

The door opened. Revealing a beautiful blonde dressed in a baby pink dress with a white peter pan collar. She wore a pair of nude wedges; revealing her toes. Her hair styled in a simple side braid, and a nude clutch by her side. The man's eyes widened.

"B-Blondie..i-is that you?" Sting asked, bewildered by the teenage girl in front of him. She laughed.

"Of course it is, Eucliffe. Can't believe it, huh?" She smirked. Then gave Sting a look from head-to-toe. "You look snazzy," She complimented.
Sting was dressed in a black blouse. Two buttons undone; he wore a white tuxedo over the blouse, it was undone; a pair of black pants, and a pair of black shoes.

"Thanks," Sting rubbed his nape, blushing madly. Lucy smiled. "Let's go?" He reached his hand out. She eyed his hand, which was covered with bandages, and were lightly dyed with red on his knuckles. She frowned a bit, but still took his hand and closed the door. Not bothering to ask about his hand.

"You make it sound like we're going on a date, Sting,"

"We technically are, beautiful,"

"Sting. Don't you dare use your playboy moves on me," Lucy slapped Sting's arm playfully.

"I'm being honest, doll," Sting winked.

"Darn you," Lucy blushed. Her heart palpitated. 'Damn player' 

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"Hey, old man. We're here," Sting announced, while entering the his home. Lucy stared in awe. The Eucliffe's lived in a mansion! It was humongous! Their 'house' was ten times bigger than her home. 

"Oh, brat! Lucy!" Weisslogia Eucliffe said, coming from the kitchen in an apron, but a white blouse and black dress pants underneath. Lucy laughed a bit. The apron on Mr. Eucliffe said 'Kiss the cook'. 

"Nice to see you again, Lucy!" He hugged the girl. "You look very beautiful," Weisslogia complimented.

"Thank you very much, Weisslogia. It's wonderful to see you again as well!" Lucy grinned. Sting just dug his hands in his pockets. Groaning. 

"Please, come sit. Sting, show Lucy to her seat. I'll serve the food," Mr. Eucliffe said. 

"Righto, come this way, blondie," Sting directed Lucy to her seat. She sat down. While Sting sat in front of her.  Lucy waited patiently, while Sting rested his chin on his hands. Tapping his fingers on the table repeatedly, with rhythm Lucy whipped her head to Sting. 

"Cold Ice. By LV," Lucy said, nonchalantly. 

"You know your music," Sting stopped his tapping. "I didn't think much people would know his music,"

"He's very talented. Of course I would know him. He's a great singer," Lucy smiled.

"It seems my boy made a new girlfriend!" Weisslogia came out of the kitchen. A cooked chicken in his hands, laid on a tray. 

"DAD! Shut the heck up, would ya?!" Sting snapped. Lucy stayed still, the word 'boyfriend' made her frown. 

Weisslogia laughed. "I'm just joking, but I don't mind considering you and Lucy being together. Cute couple," He laid the food on the table and sat at the head of the table. Beside Sting and Lucy. "Let's dig in," Sting groaned in happiness. He grabbed a chicken leg, Lucy got the other one, while Weisslogia got the breast part. They did their mannerisms, then gobbled down. 

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Lucy," Weisslogia smiled. Then, ate his food. Lucy and Weisslogia used silverware. While Sting only used a spoon.

"Umm...like what?" Lucy asked. She's never been over to someone's house. NEVER. And NEVER have they asked her to tell a bit about herself.

"Like, your parents, your high school, relationships. Just a little autobiography," Weisslogia said.

"Well, I had two amazing parents. They treated me very well, and gave me love and care. I couldn't have asked for more. Jude and Layla Heartfilia," Lucy said. " However, they passed away now. So I'm on my own. As for school. I go to Blue High. It's not very popular. But, it's good. I'm..not really in any type of relationship. Sting's the only friend I have," 

"Correction: Best friend," Sting smiled. Lucy smiled back in glee. Weisslogia was happy. He saw his son talking with a girl who isn't some kind of slut, snappy, or anything along those lines.

"Lucy. You're always welcome in our home. Call me 'dad' if you like," 

"B-B-But isn't that what you call your husband's, fiance's, or boyfriend's dad?" Lucy asked. 

"You'll be my son's wife, girlfriend, and/or fiancee , soon. So, it's better to call me 'dad' now," Weisslogia winked. Sting groaned, whilst smiling and blushing secretly. Lucy swallowed a lump. Again, she grimaced at the word 'boyfriend'. 

"Well, you see, Sting here is a player. I'm very sure you noticed. He's always with those 'bad girls' and I don't like it. But, I like you and Sting together. It'll make wonderful grandchildren!" Weisslogia laughed, loudly. Sting was gripping his hands tightly. 

"Excuse me," Sting stood up and left to the washroom. Lucy was worried. He was gripping the same hand with bandages. 

"Excuse me as well, Weisslogia. I'll be right back," Lucy stood up and followed where Sting went. She waited outside the bathroom door. She knocked two times. "Sting? Tell me, what's the matter with your hand," Inside the washroom, Sting froze.

'Was it that obvious?' He thought. He turned the faucet off, and opened the door. "What are you talking about?"

"Sting. You're hand. Let me see it," Lucy bit her bottom lip. Sting sighed. Showing her a hand. "Not this one, Sting. The one that was bandaged up,"

"Blo--"

"I'm. Serious, Sting," Lucy said sternly. The blond shuddered a bit. He sighed and revealed his other hand.

Lucy gasped, her eyes widened. "S-Sting! What happened?!"

"Shh! Be quiet or my dad'll hear ya," Sting hushed Lucy. "You know that  guy who did stuff to you, right? I found him with another girl as a victim. There. There I beat him to the pulp. So, there you have it," Sting smiled weakly. "It's payback for him hurting you,"

"Thank you," Lucy grasped Sting's worn out hand. Sting used his hand to pat Lucy's head.

"It's all good, blondie. It's all good," Sting let go. "Let's go. It's getting late. Plus, it's dangerous to walk alone in the dark for a girl like you," Sting said. Lucy nodded.

"Oh, old man! I'm taking Lucy home! I'll come back after!" Sting said. 

"Oh? Leaving so soon? Alright. Thank you very much for coming over and eating, and taking care of my son, Lucy," Weisslogia shook Lucy's hand. 

"The pleasure's all mine," Lucy smiled. 

"Righto, let's get going," Sting opened the door and Lucy and Sting left. Weisslogia waving bye.

'That brat better not be doing anything funny' Weisslogia chuckled to himself.

***

"Well, see ya next time, blondie," Sting said farewell. 

"See you next time as well, Sting" Lucy smiled. Sting left. Lucy watched his silhouette fade. She closed the door. 'I can't' her heart palpitated. 'It hurts too much'

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'Dang it. I've never noticed it, but blondie looks pretty charming...W-What. Did. I. Just. Say? 
Probably nothing. Right...' Sting shook his head. Just the thought of Lucy smiling, laughing, pouting, talking, and in her pajamas, and in that dress gave him the butterflies. His heart began to beat rapidly.

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