COMPLETED: Throwing Hearts Away [Miraxus]

II. Restaurants and Food Fights

Hey, minnaaaaa.

The J-Pop song that inspired me to do this chapter would be Jamil's "The Rock City Boy", which is actually Fairy Tail's eighth opening. Look it up!

It's time to do this chapter. *cracks knuckles*

Thank you so much for the 70+ reads on this, 300+ reads on Dramatically and 900+ reads on Fairy Academy! I think, FA's gonna be the most popular among these three, unless I start Love, Lucy.

Gah, I wanna write it. But, too many stories!!!

So, I will start writing Love, Lucy once I end Fairy Academy, or put it and Dramatically on hold or hiatus.

Okay, I'll can the chatter! Let's start!

Btw, every chapter's POV would be alternate. Laxus, Mira, Laxus, Mira, Laxus, Mira, Laxus, Mira, and so on.

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"So, where do you want to eat?"

I am Mirajane Strauss. I am not a good person when it comes to dates.

"Anywhere, I guess."

"I heard they just opened up a new restaurant nearby the park!" I smiled.

"Sure."

Again, worst person ever.

Many of you might know how much I disliked Laxus for his behavior before. But, right now, I am freaking out. I am freaking out because I do not think I am good enough for Master's grandson.

Grandson.

Damn.

Yes, I say bad words in my mind.

"Oi, Mira, you alive?" Laxus waved his hand in front of my eyes. I snapped back to reality.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I was just thinking of something!" I sweatdropped as we entered the restaurant.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dreyar, yes?"

"Laxus, you told her we're married?" I whispered.

"I told her that you're Strauss..."

"Oh, I'm sorry! We have reserved the fanciest table for you this evening! I shall lead you there."

It was so awkward. All of it.

I bet Natsu and Lucy are watching us from afar, getting payback for all the times I shipped the both of them.

Gee.

"What would you like to have?" the waitress asked us as she handed us the menus.

"I'd like a bowl of your finest spaghetti," I smiled, "and a pitcher of iced tea, yes?"

"Yeah, and I'll have your finest fried chicken with gravy and two cups of rice with a side of meatballs, spaghetti and a barrel of booze. Then, the both of us would have desserts. Mira, what do you want?"

Boy, he talks a lot. That's a whole lot different from years ago.

"I'd have vanilla ice cream," I said.

"And I'd have a banana split, but no cherries."

"Right away!" the waitress smiled at us and took the menus.

"Why not?" I asked Laxus as she walked away.

"I'm kinda allergic to cherries," he said.

"But, why a lot of food?"

"I'm gonna start a food fight," he smirked.

It might be hard to notice, but my eyes lit up in surprise. I tried to contain my excitement.