F I R E W O R K 7

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"Babe I told you everything I know." He told her leaning on the locker beside hers. "If you want to know the truth you have to ask them."

She shut her locker, her history book in her hands. "I can't just ask, it's not that easy."

They began to walk to class, lucky enough the couple shared this one class. "Guys don't talk about feelings Wen, I just see them flirt but he flirts with everyone."

She sighs, flipping her blue locks over her shoulder. "You're right, I'll talk to her after school."

Loke enters his home and flips through the mail he had received. He was patiently waiting for a letter about a red panda being imported to the zoo. It was going to be the final piece to complete the Asian exhibit.

As he walked into the kitchen his girlfriend was standing by the white stove, she turned and smiled. He told her where his spare key was so she came over once in a while. She walked over and gave him a short hug. Once she let go he placed down the mail on the kitchen counter. "We need to talk."

She glanced at him worriedly. "Can it wait? I'm almost done cooking."

Wendy

Are you home?

The girl stopped taking pictures of the bowl of fruit and let the camera rest around her neck. She picked up her phone, it was unexpected seeing Wendy texting her. She only sent her back a yes, even though she wanted to go to town to take pictures.

The girl ringed the doorbell 30 minutes later and the [Hair Color] haired girl adjusted herself before opening the door. Wendy had just come straight from school, she still had her backpack on her back.

"Hey Wen." She smiled, opening the door wider for her to walk in. The small girl took notice of the camera around her neck before walking passed her, slipping off her shoes and walking towards her black leather couch. "You hungry? I could whip you up something really quick."

The girl shook her head, she bought a sub sandwich on her way here. "I actually wanted to talk you about something."

[Name] took the camera off her neck and placed it on the table beside her. She sat down in front of Wendy on her ottoman, Wendy cleared her throat.

"Do you have a crush on Natsu?"

After work, Gray knocks on the mahogany door of the Redfox household. He holds a briefcase in his hands yet it is filled with nothing of the sort. Levy opens the door, a surprised look when she comes face to face with the married man. "What are you doing here?" Since she was off the clock she felt to be as rude as she wanted. Especially since Gray showed up to her house unannounced.

"Your not going to invite me inside?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow. She rolled her eyes and proceeded to open the door wider. He walked in and looked around her household.

"I would've cleaned up better if I knew you were coming." She spoke as he set his briefcase on the side of the couch. She began to pick up some tin cans that had once been filled with soda.

"It's fine Levy, if Gajeel home?" He asked as she stood with seven sliver cans in her arms.

"No, he should be home soon though." She walked into the kitchen as he stood, looking around the living room. Once she came back he stopped all his actions. "I would ask you why you're here but I have to use the bathroom first." She made her way to the closet bathroom as Gray took his chance. He opened his briefcase and smirked.

It was time to get to work.

Loke licked his lips, all the remnants of food removed. "I'm breaking up with you."

Aries first blinked, before she processed the information. With a light voice she asked, "what?"

"You're a great girl.." He put his hands on her forearms as she pulled them away.

"Don't touch me." She had began tearing up, grabbing her bag from the chair. "Fine Loke, have a nice life." She walks out of the kitchen, taking one last look before opening the door and slamming it shut.

He adjusts his blue glasses, his fingertips resting on his forehead. "I'm sorry Aries," He stood to his feet and walked over to the closed front door. "I really liked you too." He sighed and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his khakis.

"Yet I can't stop thinking about her."

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