Love Me, Please? -Stoshi-

Chapter 1

Hey! I finally made a new next gen fan fiction haha. Finally.

-Nashi-

"Hey Ice Brain! Wake up or I'll pour this hot sauce all over your face!" I chuckled as I threateningly tilted the bottle of carolina reaper sauce on top of his face. Suddenly, his body jolted up and hit the bootle making it 'plunder down straight to his opened mouth.

His eyes bulged red as tears stung them. His face turned super red. "NASHI!!!!!" he yelled as he ran towards the bathroom. I fell to the grown in a wave of laughter. That was rich. "Hahahahaha! S-sorry! Hahaha" I apologised.

A few minutes later, he appeared back in the room, his face still as red as Simon's hair. "Nash!!" he glared at me. At that moment, I had finished my fit of laughter and was basically playing with my phone.

"Oh hey, your done! Sorry about that, didn't mean to actually drop it in your mouth." I chuckled not lifting my eyes away from my phone. From the corner of my eyes I could see his face gleaming red with anger. Wow, didn't think it could get so red.

"I really loathe you, you know that?" he gritted. I placed a hand on my earlobe. "Oh, what's that? You love me? Thanks, but I don't see you that way." I sassed him. He made a 'pft' sound and disappeared around the corner.

That was when I fell down the chair, my face also turning as red as Simon's hair. Oh my gosh! I can't believe I just said that! What was I thinking! But he didn't deny it! But that doesn't prove anything! Geez why am I such a busy thinker?

Yes, that's right. I, Nashi Dragneel, is in love with Storm-sama. Well, at least that's what I call him in my head. Shut up! I'm not a creep, ok? I'm just a tiny bit obsessed with him. Don't worry, I'm not gonna go Yandere on him!  I'm more of a watch from the sidelines kinda person.

"Hey, Nashi! Where does your parents keep the extra tooth pastes here?" he yelled from the bathroom. "In the cabinet!" I yelled back. Currently, my readers, Storm-sama is sleeping over my house. Normally, a normal teenage girl would freak out about this.

But I don't particularly mind since he literally sleeps over five days a week ever since we were five. Of course, that doesn't mean I don't freak out when he's too close to me. I'm a healthy sixteen year old after all. But I'd rather be caught dead than confess to him, I know the results already, I'd get rejected immediately. 

I could already see it in my brain:

"Storm-kun...I-I love you!" I said with a hopeful smile. He smiled back at me, his radiant and gorgeous smile. He grinned and I gasped hopefully. "Gross"

....And BAM, my heart's shattered and I'll die with regrets. So you see, I'd die before confessing.

Doneeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!! Hallelujah