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"Bag, check; Phone, check; Earphones..."
I rummaged around my bed, trying to find my earphones. Instead, of course, I found the dreaded letter, staring at me with hateful eyes. I swear, I couldn't get rid of that thing.
Where are they?!
"Hurry up!" A voice called from downstairs, "Lucy booked us tickets for the show, we don't want to disappoint her!" Milliana called before there was a loud crash. I winced.
"Coming! Coming!" I called back, finally finding them in an atrociously tangled state. Not caring, I shoved them into my duffel bag, zipping it up.
I ran down the stairs, only to find Juvia on top of Gray... um. Milliana was running around with her hands over her eyes, shouting something along the lines of 'too-much-PDA'.
"What in Mavis's boogers are you guys up to?" I gasped, panting from my little escapade, and rush to get there. "And why did you even say yes to go to a Circus. Actually- why did Lucy want to go to a Cir-"
"Because," Someone opened the front door, stepping inside, "It's an excuse for bonding with friends. I'm sure you... understand."
My mouth went dry as I recognized who it was. With her dark-purple hair and ribbons, it was Ultear Milkovich. My childhood best friend, and the girl I was supposedly 'betrothed' to.
With an air of authority, she sashayed in and up to Gray and Juvia, who was in the process of some more face-sucking, making me want to gag.
"You might want to get a room, Honey." Ultear's voice dripped with annoyance. It was the thing I hated most about her. Ever since High-school, she had changed.
Not for the better...
"Hi, Ultear," I nervously gulped. She didn't seem to be in one of her good moods, meaning that she could do anything, "Um, shall we?"
Please don't kill me.
"Sure." she shrugged, waltzing out, and slightly slamming the door behind her. By the time I could breathe again - I didn't notice I was holding my breath - Gray and Juvia had gotten up, and Milliana had a puzzled look on her face.
"We should hurry," I said, in a monotone voice.
"No flip, Sherlock." Milliana snickered, going outside.
Why, in Kami, does Milkovich have to come?!
~~~
"Oh wow!" Lucy gasped, she was seated next to me, "Did you see that?!" she pointed at a man who was breathing out some fire, from his mouth. I nodded, smiling.
"The fact that that dude rocks pinkhair, the punk," Gajeel whispered, from behind me. "It suits him, too."
"Someone's jellllyyyyyyy~," I said, in a whiny-tone, earning a piercing glare from Gajeel, who had the expression of an elephant.
I hate to say this, but it wasn't pretty.
I twisted my neck back to admire the performance that was now taking place. The pink-haired man had finally left the stage, and the curtains were being closed.
"That's it?" I hoarsely whispered to Lucy, "I thought it would be longer-"
"Shhhhhh~!" She hissed back to me, pursing her lips. That caused me to shut up. Lucy was rarely angry, and whenever she was, It meant she was serious about it.
I sighed and reclined on my seat. It seemed like it was going to be a long night. However, to my utmost surprise, the curtains were once again pulled open. I gasped.
"She- she's so pretty!" Milliana gasped out, gaping. Without thinking, I nodded. The sight in front of me seemed to baffle my mind; completely turning it inside out.
Wispy, dark, luminous smoke spilled across the stage, sending a chill across my back. A lady, with long, billowing red-hair walked across the stage, a cloak wrapped firmly across her back.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the moment you've been waiting for..." She purred. I panted out a huff, shivers sent down my spine from her very voice. I would've cherished her image more if it weren't for the Fire Alarm.
Sir Fire-Alarm, my new sworn-enemy.
~~~
"Watch it!"
"That's my foot!"
"Well, that's my ding-"
"PG, GAJEEL!" I screeched, landing on top of the writhing pile of snakes, which I recognized as Lucy, Juvia, Milliana, Gajeel, and Ultear.
"Oh, Pah-lease." A new voice snarled, "Now, shut your traps."
