[_Lucy's POV_]
Natsu just sits there, staring at me like I was crazy.
"A Club?"
"A Club."
"Why?" He asks.
"You know, to help us 'cope' with our shattered hearts."
"And?"
"To help other people like us."
"Ok I see your point but how?" He questions the pink sunset reflecting off his cheeks.
"I don't know... Flyers? That'll probably work."
"Alright... But..."
I look at him, "No more buts."
He shuts his mouth in a straight line.
"Just do this with me." I say this with desperation in my voice.
"Ok." He whispers.
I smile at him.
"Just so you know, this doesn't mean anything's changed between us."
He looks down and sighs.
"I know."
"I better get going Dragneel. Make fun of you later. And don't you dare forget."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
<~At Lucy's Apartment~>
"I better get started now." I pull out my laptop from under my bed. The one I had to save 3 months of pay for.
I open the lid and type in my password.
I think for a couple of minutes before typing in the name of our club
'The Broken Hearts Club'
Perfect.
I finish typing in the rest of the information for the club then print out the finished copy.
'The Broken Hearts Club
Do you have a broken heart? If so you'll fit right in!
We have tons of amazing activities that will help take your mind off of the one who broke that heart of yours.
So if you can't take the feeling of crippling loneliness anymore come find us at the Fairy Tail High meeting room after school or at:
'Sunny Heights Apartments' room 623 on Valley Road
If interested talk to Lucy Heartfilia or Natsu Dragneel for more information.
Hope we can help!'
I might have been a bit brutally honest in some parts but what else would you expect from me.
All I have to do now is post it on the bulletin board at school and wait for people to come.
All I have to do is wait.
<~The Next Morning~>
My alarm went off but instead of rolling out of bed I practically jumped out of bed because today was the day.
Today was the first day of The Broken Hearts Club.
I arrive at school really early and practically sprint into the building. I screech to a stop in front of the bulletin board outside the office. I take out an extra tack from the frail cork board. I carefully retrieve the flyer from my bag and pin it up. I take a step back and admire my work.
