Chapter 23

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Natsu walked me home and left after giving me a goodnight kiss. He ended up taking Happy home which made me pretty upset sinse I've grown close to the little furball. 

I locked myself in my room and flopped onto my bed with a thud. I groaned in pleasure as I got comfotable in the cloud like bed. My glee was cut short by a loud thud and a window closing. I stood up and made my way to my door. I was about to open it when the knob turned and when it didn't open it started fidgeting.

Someone is in my house!

I grabbed a bat from my closet (don't ask how I got a bat) and scurried back to the door. I unlocked it and swung the door open and swung. Hitting my target. It fell the the floor and grunted.

"What the hell....?" I recongnized the voice and threw myself to the ground. Sting locked eyes with me while rubbing his head. "I'm. So. Sorry!" I squeeked. He picked himself up and I stood up along with him.

"Well whatever. I've gotten beat up to death by a certain pjnl haired idiot." He replied. I already knew exactly who he was talking about.

"What are you doing here?" I asked plopping down on the couch. He stayed standing.

"I'm taking you on a date." He answered simply. I stared at him. "Sting I'm dating Natsu." He didn't even fidget.

"So." He shrugged. I sighed. "Can it be a friendly outing?" He shrugged again.

"You can think it's a friendly outing. I'll think of it as a date where in the end we kiss." He smirked.

"Fine." I gave in.

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I stood in front of the mirror finishing off my outfit. Sting told me to dress casual so I did just that. Sinse it's getting chilly I decided on a pastel pink sweater, blue jeans, and knee high boots. My hair was pulled up into ponytail.

He said he would be here around noon. I looked over at my alarm clock and saw it was only ten minutes till noon. I made myself breakfast and ate it in about five minutes. The remaining five minutes I spent reading. Suddenly there was a knock on my door. He's right on time.

I opened the door and there stood Sting in a hoodie, black jeans, and sneakers. He raked a hand through his blonde hair and held a grin. "Hey, Lucy." He greeted, walking past me into my house. "Wazzup." 

"The sky." He spun to face me. "Ready for our date?" He grinned. I only sighed. "It's a friendly outing." I corrected him. 

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go!" He grabbed my hand and before I knew it we were off.

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