You & I

Ch. 18

-X-

Sting shook his head, he almost felt pity for the woman. Almost. He leaned against the sink. He clutched his chest. He didn't know what was happening to him. A burning sensation. He washed his face with water, whilst thinking of everything about Lucy. 

I. . .feel. . . such an idiot! I hate her. . .so why. Is it because of what she said. . ? Is she lying? He shook his head. Proceeding to the director. "Ryan, I'l be taking a walk. I'll come back in ten." 

"Sure, Sting. Ten minutes. No longer than that." Ryan said strictly, then smiled, patting Sting on the back pushing him to the door. "Enjoy." 

Sting sat on a bench, a cup of coffee in hand, it was drizzling, but he didn't care. He started to close his eyes, as he took a sip of his coffee. He was trying to think. But about what? He himself didn't know, after his little scream-back with Lucy, he still didn't know what he was supposed to feel. 

Sadness? Pity? He scoffed, why should he feel those emotions? Maybe it's because of how Lucy told him--scratch that--yelled at him. About how she wrote a story about them. About how their family could've been. He could've been smiling and laughing with his sons, whilst working-alongside Lucy. Maybe even snatch a kiss from her--

The fuck? What am I thinking?!  Sting shot his eyes open. A kiss?! He felt like he was about to choke on his coffee. He got up, completely dismissing the idea, as he threw his cup away. 

As he continued his walk, he passed by a couple. Cursing under his breath, he glanced at them. The couple were talking, and when the girl let her guard down--the man planted a quick kiss on her lips. Hooray. . . couples everywhere. And it ain't even Valentines Day. He felt like his walk was interesting! Yet, odd. . He thought of Lucy, started cursing couples despite him already with Minerva and all they've done together. Especially at night sometimes. 

He stepped into a grocery store, spotting some strawberries he was going to reach out to grab it, but an image of Lucy eating a strawberry flashed in his mind. They were sitting by the riverbank, watching the horizon. Shaking his head to get rid of the memory when remembered that  he found her eating a strawberry quite arousing when he sat beside her by the riverbank. ([- _ -] <--{Sting's a perv. What can ya do? Sigh..} MOVIN' ON!)

He shook his head, planning on buying some other fruits. His eyes roamed around the tiny shop, his eyes landing on a package of blueberries. He insisted on taking those instead. 

"Here, sir." The cashier smiled, Sting said his "thank you" as he readjusted his hat. He left the tiny shop, checking his watch. His ten minute break was almost over! He cussed under his breath as he started to quickly walk back to the set. 

"I'm here. . . " Sting panted, as he pushed through the doors. Ryan stared at him. 

"Oh! Sting, aren't you quite early. You have five more minutes, actually." Ryan informed him, Sting let out a sigh. He nodded, telling the director that he'll be in his room. As Sting proceeded to his room. 

He turned the door knob, and covered his nose and his mouth, smelling smoke. 

"Oh, hey, Sting." Minerva blew some smoke out, breaking the cigar by twisting it in a certain container and throwing it away. Sting placed the plastic bag on the table. "What's this?"

"Blueberries. Help yourself," Sting responded nonchalantly. Sitting down on a chair across from Minerva. "I never knew you smoke," He said, grabbing a blueberry. 

"I do. I love blueberries also. How did you know they were my favorite?" She gleamed, Sting rolled his eyes. Grabbing the blue fruit. 

"I effin' don't. Don't flatter yourself," Sting said. He felt quite irritated for some odd reason. He felt his day getting bad. First, he had Lucy be the actual author of the book. Second, he felt this raging feeling seeing Lucy and that tech freak together. Third, his little walk pretty much was the reason; Thoughts of Lucy and him being together, strawberries. Mostly everything that he thought of was about Lucy, or related to her! Fourth, Minerva just seemed to have irritated him with her thinking that he, the great almighty Sting Eucliffe would buy something for her. 

But, he couldn't blame her. They're a couple, even if he was bribed. They had slept together numerous nights before. 

He popped the blue fruit in his mouth. Making a disgusted face, as he spat it out into the garbage can which was beside them. "Ugh, sour." He sighed. Minerva raised a brow at Sting. Rolling her eyes. 

"So, where were you?" She said, standing up, and walking to Sting. 

"Nothing much. Was just walking and taking a breather," He heaved a steady sigh. Doing his absolute best to forget the fight, the memories. 

"Hmm. . interesting," Minerva nodded slightly, putting her arms around Sting from behind. Putting her lips near his ear. "Tell me. . ,"

"What's your opinion on that blonde?" She questioned. Sting widened his eyes. 

-X-

SORRY GUYS! I kinda didn't have the will to write for the past days( But thanks to QueenCupidEv and her MIGHTY pep talk/threat i jk i jk. Imma try to write as much as I can!!!!)

Barely been reading, too! But, no matter, I'm gonna keep writing. 

Thanks for the support, reads, and patience. 

Love all of you!

UNEDITED. SORRY.

-fairytailo

JA NE~~