My Sweet Dandelion |Natsu X Lucy|

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Heyyyy.... so I'm sick cool yeah no one cares. This chapter might be a little forced. But I'm extremely tired, sorry.🖤

"You're here early...."

"Well yes, Michell wanted to come home as soon as possible." Jude hangs his keys on the hook while carrying his luggage.

I stay silent, looking at my bowl of milk.

"Honey could you bring in the rest of the bags? I'm extremely tired." She carries a small backpack, her sandals clank dramatically.

"Ok that's fine, prepare a bath for us will you?" He heads outside after setting down the previous bag.

"Ok." Setting her bag on the counter she smiles, "hey, how's school holding up?"

I roll my eyes. "You're only asking that because you're mad I interrupted your vacation."

She frowns, "of co-"

"Is that a new wrinkle?" Squinting my eyes, I laugh bitterly.

"Where?!" Her hand Immediately flys to her forehead. Jude comes in with the rest of the bags, I doubt those are the last ones. They would make me help, not if they can't see me. Quickly I escape to my room.

Maybe they brought a souvenir  for me. A spray tanned bobble dude holding a surf board while having a killer smile. I could put it near my window, or maybe they brought a cool cup. I could use it to post awesome pictures out in the yard.

I could hear their voices, not so clearly but loud enough I know their talking.

I don't have anyone to talk to. How funny is that? Everything came right back and bit you in the ass Lucy. I deserve this actually....I practically stepped on everyone for my own needs.

Even Natsu ditched me, wherever he is. Or what he's doing, maybe he's reading. In a coffee shop, while girls have a feast with their eyes.

As much as I want to scream to leave me alone. To stop bothering, to get out of my mind. He won't, and I won't. Instead I will tell him how much he could hurt me and I will always stand by him.

Hate, I won't. Hate him I won't, but hate the fact I love him...I will.

My door bursts open, "Michell insists you eat with us." Jude doesn't look the lest happy to see me.

I nod, a bit surprised they asked me to eat with them. Usually I eat alone.

I head downstairs, he takes a seat next to Michell.

"How do you like the mashed potatoes?"

Mom made them better.

My head snaps up, I open my mouth to answer, only to realize the question wasn't directed to me.

"Lovely, I love them." He pecks her a kiss.

They continue to talk, about anything. Work, the weather, everything. And I sit there like an idiot watching them. They don't pay any fucking attention towards me.

"How odd it was it didn't rain all week. It rained in Hawaii–pass me the salt please love."

"It rained yesterday, in the morning." I add quietly.

They immediately stop, talking. "Oh."

'Oh' is all he says.

"Well then..." Michell adds more mashed potatoes onto his plate.

"You know Lucy," Jude eyes the amount she's piling onto his plate, "we–Michell and I recently talked about you moving out."

"We don't mean to kick you out–but with the new babies on the way I think it's better to use both bedrooms." Michell pokes at her salad.

"I'm sorry but–babies?" My head snaps at her direction, "and you want to use both bedrooms."

"Yes, honey it's okay to say his name. You're older now remember," she looks at me with that stupid smile of hers, "say it with me now...Jack."

"Michell!" Jude watches her with wide eyes.

"What? She needs to learn, to grow up and let go."

I've never felt so angry, so out of place. So out numbered. And unwanted, but most of all, so out of control.

"You know what Michell, these mashed potatoes are tasting a little too salty. And dry." She gasps, "Layla made them better, maybe one day I can show you how to properly cook."

"Don't worry, im all grown up. See I know that when I have sex, I need a condom. Because then you end up pregnant, but it's ok we can learn from mistakes. Seeing as you won't be keeping your legs closed anytime soon, you should write a note to yourself."

"Lucy! Temper! Don't you ever remember to take those dam pills!" Jude rises from his seat.

"And don't you ever remember dates? Seeing as Jackals death date was yesterday, I would think you would still have dignity. But no cheating on mom wasn't enough! So you got this nasty tramp pregnant! Don't you ever get tired of yourself?! Don't you ever feel disgusted or regret at what you've done?! I will bet my own fucking heart that those babies aren't yours!"

"Until it's proven that those fucking babies are yours, then you can't have jacks room."

Michell was in hysterical cries before I finished. I headed towards my room and started packing, shoving clothes, shoes, and anything I think I would need to live out in the streets. I rolled my suitcase down the stairs, with my damp cheeks.

His own daughter stands by the door way, with luggage. His attention isn't towards me.

Fuck it, they can eat shit.

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The cold bites my fingers, nose, and face numb. The streets aren't as empty, still people buzz around in a hurry to go home. Like bees, they work, do they even sleep?

Already I'm annoyed with the sound of the wheels rolling on the pavement flood.

Shipwreck

The sign glows a bright neon orange. While I can hear the music from outside, I don't see any line. Maybe it's empty? I could use a drink, just one.

How proud it is to say, don't worry I can control myself.

I walk in with my stupid luggage, sitting on one of the stools. The place smells clean for once.

"Is that the Heartfilia?!"

I gasp dramatically, "you're still alive?!" With a snotty smirk.

"Oh you, the same as always..." he cleans the glass cups, "what can I do for you? I thought you quit."

"Life happens, the usual please. Put it under my name. I'm a little out of cash right now." My eyes watch as he makes my drink.

With all this bullshit happening, I could use a break.

"You know–I would offer the drinks on the house." His mustache twitches, "but you drink so much, it would leave me with an empty wallet."

"Oh shut it, so when is going to get busy?"

"Twenty minutes from now," he sets the drinks down, "Your poison is served."

Cheers.