Fairy Tail: Next Generation - Layla's Little Book

Sweet Storm

Sweet Storm by MaliLee13

Rowen x Gillian

The clouds that had gathered since dawn were dark and unyielding, they were struggling to hold back the water droplets that had accumulated over the hours. The clouds had smothered over the barely visible half-moon in the sky. The air was thick with the smell of salt and the large gales that were swung across the town that only sung a single note. The note was loud and low; dangerous. It was a storm that had the sea on edge with promises to bring nothing but hardship to anyone that dwelled here.

Despite this, a young boy sat on the edge of a hill that stuck right out into the chaos. His hair was scattered in almost every direction, his knuckles were white from sitting in the cold, his left leg dangled from the edge – dancing with waves as they crashed onto the rock down below. His eyes stared out past the storm with interest.

Rowen had been sitting out here for hours, long before the storm started to brew. This was his way of "calmly" pondering on past events of his life. He would much rather start punching the issue till it was out of his life or all least till the anger was out of his system but he wasn't some raging bull. To be honest he had a calm, peaceful atmosphere in him somewhere, though it rarely came out. This was probably one of the few things when it came to emotions, he had adopted from his mother, Wendy.

Rowen was so lost in thought or the storm was creating so many noises he didn't even hear footsteps approach him from behind. It was only until someone said his name that he snapped out of his trance. He brushed his hair out of the way just enough to make out a young girl's figure, her brown hair was tied back to stop them from going wild however a few strands had escaped and where currently prancing around her face.

"What are you doing here?" questions Gillian as she looks down to meet his gaze. Rowen positioned his head back to the position it was in previously before answering her question.

"None of your business," Rowen answered coldly as he tried to block Gillian out of his sight and hearing.

"It is if your poor mom is looking for you in this terrible weather, all you're doing is adding to her stress," snapped Gillian as she hugged herself to trap as much body heat as she can before it ran away. "You better go back before either one of you get a cold."

"Wonderful, thanks for the advice." His tone of voice told the both of them that the conversation had ended but Gillian wasn't going to leave it alone.

"What are you doing?" she questioned once again.

"Thinking."

"You can do that? I mean I thought your brain only contained a large ego that too up at least 95% of your head," Gillian watched as the side of his mouth tilled up slightly.

"Geez thanks, I didn't know you thought I was that smart, honestly I'm flattered," Rowen answered as he moved his head to look directly at an irritated Gillian.

"Whatever just hurry up and get to the bar before everyone starts looking for you, I doubt that Molly would be happy if one of her partners caught a cold." With this comment, Rowen's face turned into a sour frown.

"I don't care what others are going to think or do, especially Molly or Jude," his voice was cold at the beginning but by the time he finished, it was so unsympathetic that could probably have cut the flesh on Gillian's hands. She looked surprised for a few moments before regaining her posture as realization struck her. Rowen expected her to roll her eyes and walk off like she normally would have but instead, she moved closer to the edge and sat down a few centimeters from him. Rowen raised an eyebrow as to question her actions but she quickly spoke up,