The Light That Makes the Stars ✓

★ Chapter Three ★

Lucy

Natsu alone, is a pain to deal with, but a drunk Natsu and a drunk Sting. It's torture. Pure torture.

"Sting, shut up," Rogue groans, as he shoves Sting back on his bed, again. "Go to sleep, now."

"Buuuut, Rogueyy, I'm not tired," Sting laughs. "I don't want...I don't want to..." His eyes close and he drifts off to sleep, finally.

"That was fun," Rogue jokes, making me laugh. "How'd you get Natsu to pass out so quickly?"

"No clue, just kinda got him to calm down, I guess. I think the alcohol had part effect on that, though."

Rogue grins, "maybe."

A sly smirk grows on is face,"or it's because he likes you," I shrug.

"Pretty sure Natsu's too dense to have feelings like that for anyone. Besides, I don't like him like that, not anymore."

Rogue raises an eyebrow in suspicion. "You don't? I thought- well, in the arena today, him as you-"

"I had a hangover, he was helping me not fall over. It was nothing more than that."

"S you don't like him that way?"

"I used to, but Natsu just never really noticed my feelings. Guess I just kind of gave up on him."

Rogue smiles sadly, "yeah, I guess that makes sense. But still, doesn't mean you can't have a relationship with someone else."

"Who would I have a relationship with? Nita anyone from Fairy Tail. Plus, I don't really know anybody other than you, Sting, and the others from Sabertooth."

"Okay, what makes you think you couldn't date someone from Sabertooth?"

"I don't know, I guess I just don't know anyone that well. I don't think anyone there likes me in that way anyway, so it really doesn't matter."

"There's one person that I know likes you," Rogue responds. "In more ways than a friend, I mean."

"Yeah? Who's that, maybe there's a chance I'll like him."

"Me," and before I could process anything, soft lips were on mine.

"Wait!" I step away from Rogue who looks embarrassed.

"Sorry," he mumbles. "Forget that happened, I- yeah. Night, Lucy."

Before I can say anymore, he's out the door. My mind spins in circles, confused on what the hell just happened.

"Do you like him?" I turn to see a groggy Sting just barely awake. "Do you like Rogue?"

I try to answer but no words form, so instead, I shake my head.

"Good, then we'd have a problem," then he passed out.

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