COMPLETED: Throwing Hearts Away [Miraxus]

XV. I Swear It On Spider-Man

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Okay, let's start Chapter Fifteen!

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"I just wanted to apologize to you, man."

I stood in front of Bickslow, who crossed his arms, silently tapping his foot. He wouldn't even look at me in the eye, and it kinda made me feel worse.

"I don't care if you don't wanna be my friend anymore, since I think you already declared that our friendship was over days ago," I said. "But, at least, accept my apology. Please. Just once, and I'll never bother you again."

He stopped crossing his arms then, suddenly, he gave me a huge hug. And, he was smiling.

"Haha! Not friends with you? Never!" he said. "We're best buddies, along with Freed and Ever! We're forever the Raijinshuu, and know that we'll never end."

"Thanks, man. Wanna have a movie marathon?" I asked, showing him Spiderman DVDs.

"Of course! But, later. I wanna talk to you about Mirajane."

Oh, here we go again.

"What about her? We're all right," I replied. "Well, I still love her, but she just wanted to be best friends with me. That's all."

"Aww, poor you," he said, nudging me. "But, look on the bright side! New Year is coming! And so is Christmas! Try getting what you two used to have back!"

"Yeah, I don't think that's possible. She wanted it. I promised to be her best friend, unless an outside force acts on us."

"What is this, inertia? No, you ain't doin' that. YOU, my good man, ARE GOING TO GET YOUR GIRLFRIEND BACK. I swear it on Spider-Man," he said, nearly screaming. "Besides, it's gonna be L-A-M-E if you don't get back with her."

"Well, I'll try, okay? Just a little. You know me, I'm pessimistic."

"Whatever you say, Laxus."

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There was one time that Bickslow paused the movie and suddenly turned to me.

"I just noticed that you've changed ever since the bet."

"What?" I asked.

"Well, you've changed big time. You're no longer bossy or grouchy or annoyed," he explained. "I think, you changed, not because of Mirajane, but because Mira changed you. Do you understand what I meant?"

"Err, no?"

"OK, let's do it through an illustration," he said, pulling a whiteboard and a marker out of nowhere. He began drawing two stick figures, labeled L and M. "You are L. Mirajane's M." Then, he drew two more figures, labeled B and F. "And, B is me, F is Freed."

He wrote the words The Day (more like the night) of The Bet somewhere nearby my stick figure. He wrote the words Grouchy and Bossy below my stick figure.

"That night, you were grouchy and bossy."

He drew an arrow to a far part of the whiteboard labeled Now and drew another Laxus stick figure. Then, I had a smiley face on it.

"It's been a long time since that night. And, look at where Mirajane stands."

"She stands in the middle of the two parts."