My Sweet Dandelion |Natsu X Lucy|

18

"Be apart of the love club everything will glow for you. Go get punched for the love club."

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Chapter| 18
My night routine

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|Lucy's P.O.V|

He still hasn't answered. Nothing. My small crush for him expanded Friday night. When we went out for ice cream, I felt like a normal teen. Squealing whenever he did something cute.

Blushing like crazy when he simply touched me. We even held hands when walking around. Like a new couple testing the waters.

Trying out things for the first time.

He doesn't know, and I'm glad. There's a reason they call it a crush. You feel crushed when they don't return the same feelings.

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"I'll have the cookies and cream on a sugar cone. Double please." Natsu has never tried it.

I forced him to order it immediately when I found out.

"Are you sure it's good?" He wiggles his fingers in his jackets pocket.

I noticed he does that when he's nervous.

"Positive. Now go get it."

After he gets his Ice cream we take a seat. Yapping about whatever we could think of.

"This is really good."

"Told ya you'd like it." I laugh.

After a few more minutes of sitting down. We decide to walk around. Today I wanted to be girly again.
So I dressed in black pumps with a peach colored top and black skinny jeans. My hair was made into curled soft waves, and I applied natural makeup.

And loads of perfume.

Overall I felt beautiful. With so much confidence.

At one point–not sure when–He slid his hand into mine. Intertwining them together. Inside I felt confused and nervous. But outside I acted casual, leaning into him a few times.

He later bought us some pastries and iced coffee as a snack. We ate in comfortable silence. After buying a few outfits and new CD'S, well he bought. He insists in spoiling me.

He even slipped his favorite book. He said not to read it until Saturday. The cover was old and worn out, the edges peeling. While the pages were an odd yellow smelling of dust. I'm guessing it was his.

So I took special care of it, keeping it in my purse. Never did I think I would see the day where I would look forward to a book.

We stopped by at my house, we even baked. I didn't think he could bake. The simple chocolate chip cookies we made were delicious. I ate more then ten when he wasn't looking. Pretty sure he saw, every time he turned around he had this smirk on his face.