The Lies We Tell (gratsu)

chapter vii

Thursday. 6:30 AM. Gray's room.

"And there's no guarantee, that this will be easy, it's not a miracle you need, believe me..."

As Gray repeated slammed his hand onto his nightstand, trying to locate his phone to turn off his alarm, he muttered, "Believe me, I think I will need a miracle."

He looked at the time, squinting due to his phone's brightness, and groaned loudly. "Why couldn't it just be the weekend already?" He thought as he tossed his covers aside and reluctantly got out of bed.

Gray stumbled into his bathroom, leaving his phone on the counter while he took a shower. The water wasn't very warm, but he didn't mind. He preferred cooler temperatures, and the cold water helped to wake him up, which was a difficult task.

His thoughts immediately drifted to what he hadn't been able to stop thinking about all night long.

Wednesday. 3:35 PM. Outside Gray's house.

Gray got out of his car and slammed the door shut, still pissed about what Mira had said at lunch. "Why the fuck would she say that?" He thought as he walked across the driveway and let himself into his house.

As he walked inside, he checked his phone for notifications he missed while driving home, and chose one in particular - a text from Juvia.

Juvia: i need to talk to you tomorrow morning . (Sent at 3:32 PM)

"Fuck, I hope everything's okay. I can't have something else go wrong," he muttered, quickly typing out his response.

Gray: ok ... (Sent at 3:35 PM)

Gray: whats this about?? (Sent at 3:35 PM)

He turned his phone off and slipped it into his pocket as he walked to his room. Once he got there, he tossed his backpack onto the floor and flopped down onto his bed.

"What the actual fuck?" He asked himself. He didn't necessarily need an answer as much as he just needed to say the phrase out of sheer confusion.

Where had the argument even come from? Sure, he and Mira had had a little tension for the past few days, but he never thought it would get this far. They'd been friends since junior high - were they really going to throw it all away just because Gray had been sort of rude to some asshole who just wasn't looking where he was going?

Speaking of Natsu, it dawned on Gray that he hadn't run into the pink-haired idiot that day. "Well, that's a plus," he thought. One positive thing in a day full of negative things.

The mention of positives and negatives reminded Gray that he had math homework, and upon having this realization he groaned and retrieved the papers from his backpack. But throughout his attempts to do the (simple, in his opinion) Calculus work, his mind continually drifted to two topics - or, rather, two people. Juvia and her confusing text (which, after thinking about this again, he checked for a response, and upon finding none he texted once more to hopefully receive a response), and the pink-haired idiot Natsu's surprising lack of interference with his day.

Gray turned the shower off. "You need to stop thinking about this," he commanded himself as he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Squinting at his countertop, he located his glasses laying on the edge of the sink and put them on to decrease his blindness. Without some sort of aid to his sight, he could barely see five feet in front of him. Up until sixth grade, he'd worn glasses, and before starting junior high he'd decided to get contacts, and since then had only worn his glasses at home.