Boy Next Door

3. Natsu

Lucy felt the wind knocked out of her as the heavy force collided into her side. She was briefly aware of arms wrapping around her waist before she hit the ground. The fall to the dirt wasn't that bad, the box hadn't been that tall, but the weight of the other force crashing on top of her had her gasping. The person, as it obviously was, felt even heavier than the garbage bag. Lucy choked as all the weight fell on her, giving out a little scream.

"Who do you think you are, breaking into Gramps's house?" the person, a male, questioned as he pushed himself off of her. Lucy was about to get up, but stopped as she felt the person grab her arm. Feeling scared and acting on pure instinct, she turned into his grip and let out a yell as her leg slammed into his midsection. The person let out a grunt and his grip loosened enough for her to jam a fist into his throat and squirm away. She scrambled backwards and tilted to her feet, holding her arms out protectively before her. She glared at the man in front of her, considering kicking him again.

"Who do you think you are attacking me like that! I'll have you know this is my house, you psychopath!" she shouted, staring at him. The boy, he wasn't really a man, was bent over as he tried to regain his breath. Lucy's decision to name him a psycho was confirmed as she spotted his spiky, bright pink hair.

"You're the crazy one. This is Gramps's house," the boy fought back, lifting his head to look at her with squinted eyes.

"Yes, and I'm his granddaughter!" she screamed indignantly, rendering the guy in front of her speechless. He examined her for a moment before straightening up. Lucy took another few steps back, feeling significantly less confident as he rose to at least six feet. His eyes relaxed, and she was able to see that they were a dark onyx color, slightly green in the reflection of the sun. They stared at each other for a minute without speaking, Lucy's heart pounding with fear, before he broke out in a wide smile. Lucy was stunned by the change it had in his face. One moment he looked ready to kill, and now he looked like a kid on christmas. She also had to regretfully admit that with his bright, shinning smile he might've, just slightly, looked kind of handsome. Not much.

"So you're Luigi?" he asked, and Lucy balked.

"What? My name is Lucy! What kind of person names a girl Luigi?" she growled, feeling anger heat her stomach. Was he even going to apologize for trying to kill her earlier?

"Hmm, that's what I was wondering," he murmured, rubbing his chin. Lucy felt the intese urge to slap her forehead...or his forehead. Or maybe his face.

"Great, so you know me. Who the hell are you and why did you just attack me?" she pushed.

"It feels more like I'm the one who got attacked. You hit hard for a girl," he muttered, rubbing his stomach gently.

"You''re the one who jumped me!"

"To be fair, you looked kinda suspicious. What were you doing, trying to break into your own house?" The boy asked, looking at her like she was the one in the wrong. Lucy puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms, not even caring that she looked like a child.

"For your information, I got locked out and was trying to get back in. I would've been just fine if some maniac hadn't come out of nowhere and tackled me," she hissed, glaring. The boy looked at her oddly, as if considering her words, before chuckling.

"Who locks themselves out of their own house?" he laughed, like it was the funniest thing in the world. Lucy felt a tick appear on her forehead.

"I don't have a key!" she shouted, throwing out her arms. "Now tell me who you are before I call the cops!"

The boy swallowed down his laughter, his lips thinning as he tried to hold it in. "Do you even have your phone?" Lucy gave him an unamused look, and he relented with a sigh. "Well, for your information, I was just trying to be a good samaritan by stopping a stranger from robbing my neighbor's house," he informed her, still looking amused.