You & I

Ch. 24

-X-

"Huh? Why?" Sting inquired.

"It's because of the weather. There's some trouble with the heavy-rain and all. Dobengal said he'll come pick you up tomorrow, hopefully if the storm will clear up." She said.

Sting was surprised. Never had he really thought he actually would stay with Lucy and his boys, nonetheless, the blond was happy. He walked over to the dining table and sat down. Lucy told him sternly to eat. Is she angry 'cause I have to stay? Sting asked himself.

"How are you feeling, Sting?" She asked, her voice was monotonous.
Sting shrugged his shoulders. "Hm. . . then just finish up your food. It's a bit late. I'll just get the boys to bed and prepare your bed in the guest's room." She told him, he nodded. He felt light-headed again--nauseous as well.

A few mins later Lucy arrived back and tapped Sting on the shoulder.

"You're bed's ready." She said, Sting nodded and followed her up the stairs. The blonde opened the door and Sting saw the guest's room. New clothes were set on the bed just in case. Sting sat at the edge of the bed. "You know, you should really get to bed, Sting." She commented. But Sting shook his head.

"I don't want to. . ." he moped. Lucy sat beside him. "You know. . . there's this woman that I absolutely hate--but I absolutely love her. . . you get what I'm saying?" He said as he let out heavy breaths. Lucy just nodded slowly. "I loved that person; I hated her; then now. . . it's an intoxicating feeling. In a bad way but also in a good way." He plopped onto the bed.

"Well," Lucy sighed. She felt a churn at her stomach. It's Minerva isn't it? "no matter what, you should talk to this lady." She advised.

"No. . . you don't understand. This lady--she hates me, visa versa. But, I have this feeling of love towards her. The yearn to feel her again, as cliche as it sounds. But it's all true." Sting groaned, he turned, his back facing Lucy.

"Sting, just do what you feel is right." It was all she could think of. She wasn't very good at giving advice to guys, well she was. But to Sting it was hard for her to collect her words and say the right thing.

Sting turned again, now facing Lucy. She looked down at him, while he just gazed at her.

"The lady I love has wonderful eyes to stare into. . ." This made Lucy feel a bit jealous. "The lady I love. . . is the owner of the eyes I'm staring into right now." Lucy looked away. Face flushed.

"N-Now, Sting. It's awfully late. You best get to bed." She got up, but couldn't as Sting forcefully pulled her down. He was sitting up and Lucy didn't know what to feel. He's sick. He's out of his head.

"Lucy. . ." Sting turned her head to face him, his hot breath mixing in with her short heavy ones. He leaned in close. "Blondie." He muttered before dropping dead onto her shoulder.

"D-Dammit, Sting." She scowled. She pushed Sting off and tucked him into bed and got out. She went and got to bed herself, and all through the night, all she could think of was the image of Sting, and name running around.
"He called me 'Blondie'. . ." She drifted off to sleep.

-X-

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