sea shells | natsu dragneel

chapter two

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"Ya fuckin' with me? I'm an ass man through and through!"

"But boobs are so... boobalicious."

"Pffft- Gray, you got a nice pair of those following wherever you go. So no complainin'."

"Too early," I groan, trying hard to pull open my disagreeing eyelids. 

When I do take a peek from under the covers, my eyes find the mint green clock on the wall. Anger boils in me when the hands are in one horizontal line, the unfortunate effect of it being 6 am in the morning.

Do I really have to deal with horny teenagers even all the way over here?

Then again, Macao, did say it was a rowdy town.

I sigh. I did this to myself. No one else to blame. No one else to blame, (y/n). Don't you dare go outside and give them a smack across their heads. 

Their obnoxious voices slowly became softer as they stroll down the road.

Sunlight streamed through in rays from the window next to my bed. I pull of the tantalizingly soft covers, who lure me into seeping in further, and reveal my large shirt as pajamas.

My feet plant on the floor. Everything inside was made from wood, from the walls to the cabinets. The cozy home was beautiful- the first floor made up of a one person bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room in front of the kitchen.

I knew instantly that my favourite Marvel movie would play while I was cooking.

The second floor was bare, but still my favourite.

The average human couldn't stand up there- the roof slanted into a peak, and I had dumped my duffel bag there and other future items I would store. A small window let in light, a perfect space for intimate sleepovers with sleeping bags. 

I took a 10 minute shower- throwing my hair up in a (h/l) ponytail. I put on jeans shorts, and a grey tank top.

On the kitchen table lay the envelope I had found yesterday with my name on it. 

I remember my scream of 'FUCKING HELL!'. 

My first thought was that mafia had contacted me, but then I saw the landlady's signature. Inside were the keys, a map of the area and where to find basic needs, emergency contacts, and thank god, the wifi password.

I shuffle into my black Converse, and lock the door.

I look over the roofs of houses and tops of trees. Time to explore the not-so renowned Laguna Beach.

The shopping district is buzzing with 'good morning!'s, and I don't hesitate to say it back with a smile. Signs hung above their open doors, either the creamy scent of food or the sound of tinkling sea shell bracelets traveled through the doors of the shops. It wasn't very busy, with the right amount of people lingering among the fresh air.

With my profound amazement, they were selling cute inflatable toys, and large ranges of diving equipment. Snacks in the form of ice cream, and a lot of apparel. I glare as I notice the fridges filled with those goddamned Jewels.

And, as I stopped to admire a handcrafted ornament, I was violently shoved into the stand.

"Sorry!" 

Someone yelped, seemingly running by the fast footsteps. A man. Of course. Who wouldn't push a girl and not help her back up. 

I didn't have the time to contemplate that, however, as the push caused the decorations to tremble.

I turned around to fire a curse word at the young man, but he was already gone.

I furrow my eyebrows. I've got to look out more-

Crash.

And once again, I was shoved into the wooden stand by multiple, squealing, screeching bodies. The edge crashed into my side, and I groaned as a sharp pain spiked in my right hip. I tumbled to the ground and landed hard on my ass. What the fuck-

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" a caring voice cries, and I was hastily pulled up to my feet.

I stumbled forward, but was steadied with soft, feminine hands.

"Jesus Christ," she seethes, the girls brown eyes glaring down the street. "If he ever, ever, fucking bumps into someone again and just gives a sorry-"

"Hey," I interrupt, giving her an edgy smile. She seemed like a woman you don't mess with. "It's fine. No problem."

I take a close look at the chic woman. She's very blonde, hair styled with bows, and wearing a black mini skirt and a striped pink top. A hint of cleavage peeked out of the neckline.

"God I'm so sorry," she repeated, pushing a blonde strand away from her face. "He's an idiot, a straight up idiot. And so are the girls chasing him."

I look back to the way they were running. "Why were they chasing him?"

"Oh," she waves a hand through the air, nonchalant. "He's part of this popular group in town. And you know, they're good-looking, blah blah blah, and that apparently causes damage to their vocal cords- god, I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Lucy Heartfilia, nice to meet you!" she sticks out her hand in a friendly way. 

Heartfilia- I've heard that name before. But where? 

"(y/n) (l/n), nice to meet you Lucy," I shake her hand. A new friend? "I'm new here."

"Yeah, I figured," she laughs. "There aren't many new faces here, so it's easy to tell."

"...I was told."

"Bet you were. Hey- if you're done with shopping, do you want me to give you a tour of the best places around town? As an apology for the his rudeness?" she proposes, her hair reflecting the sunlight.

" 'Shopping' is more like looking around, and I was already failing at giving myself a tour, so having a resident do so would be great," I admit with a bit of embarrassment.

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" she grins, taking my hand with zero hesitation and tugging me forward. "If you haven't guessed yet, the beach is first!" 

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hi. 

edited.