The Fairies' Tales

Pick Up Lines and Chemistry

When Natsu had a goal, he stuck to it. Today, that goal was to get Lucy Heartfilia to go out with him. He rarely backed down from a fight with Laxus or Gray, but today he would not back down from the battle of love.

The only wrench in Natsu's plan was that he was terrible with words. In fact, he had a slight stutter when he got nervous. But nothing like that was going to detach the tenacious young man from his goal.

Silently, he headed over to Lucy's table and grinned at her. Once the young woman put the test tube down, she sighed and put her hand on her hip like she always did when she was annoyed.

"What is it this time, Natsu?" she asked, and he took a deep breath before reciting his line of the day.

"Did we ever t-take a class together?" Natsu questioned, cursing himself for messing up the moment.

"What? We're been in the same class for months, idiot! How did I expect you to remember that when you can't even remember your own name half the time when you talk to me–" Lucy started, but Natsu cut her off.

"Because I swear we have chemistry," Natsu chuckled and grinned his signature, and Lucy threw her hands up in the air.

"I give up," Lucy cried, holding her head in her open palm while the other rested on her hip once more.

"So you'll g-go out with me, then?" Natsu piped up, and Lucy scowled in his direction.

"Unless you want this test tube of rubbing alcohol all over your body and for me to light a match and throw it on you, I suggest you go back to your table," Lucy sneered, and Natsu yelped. He never thought someone so cute could look so terrifying.

He got the picture quite quickly and made a beeline back to his table where he and Gray had a hard time not smashing the Bunsen burner on top of each other's heads.

Lucy sighed as she got out of class. Natsu was irritating, no doubt, but his tenacity made her admire him a bit. She didn't have a crush on him, but he was quite interesting. The way the young man carried himself with confidence even when he was being a moron confused and intrigued Lucy, and she wanted to know more about him.

Of course, that meant that she'd have to endure one of his pickup lines again.

"Hello, Lucy," Erza said from her right, and Lucy glanced over at one of her good friends. Erza was holding her clipboard like usual, taking notes on today's lecture. Her outfit was crisp as a fall day, and not a single hair on her head was out of place.

To everyone, Erza seemed perfect. She was at the top of the class, and she was the TA of four classes for three years running.

But only Lucy knew the truth: Erza was terrible with men. Especially Jellal Fernandes. So, Erza turned to Lucy for advice in the love department.

"Hi, Erza. Did you see Jellal today?" Lucy asked, and she and Erza began walking together. Lucy liked talking to her friends about their love lives, even when her own was such a mess.

"H-how did you know?" Erza questioned, tipping her glasses down and flushing.

"Well, for one thing, all you've written on that paper is 'I love Jellal' and 'Mrs. Jellal Fernandes' and Jellal's name like sixteen times," Lucy pointed out, and Erza flushed even deeper, "and second of all, two of your buttons on your blouse are popped open. And your skirt is a little higher than usual."

"I'm so sorry, Lucy! I meant to do what we planned: walk past him with my hips swaying ad wave f-flirtatiously," Erza began, grasping the hem of her skirt like a little girl in love, "but he was talking with friends and I wanted to show him that I am a woman of sexual prowess."