The lost and cold hearted (gruvia)

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Now let's all start to the beginning of their morning.

"Gray~sama'a not wearing any clothes!" Juvia screamed, putting a hand over her mouth in shock. She was looking him up and down. And so help her, he had a nice ass.

Gray blushed in embarrassment.  "Where did they go?!?!" He asked hurriedly, searching frantically for his discarded and neglected clothing, basically cursing his step mom Ur. "Juvia found them! Here gray~sama!" She exclaimed proudly, holding out the clothing for her gray~sama, even if it was against her better judgement to hide the clothes.

Gray smiled, turning towards Juvia and took them from her "thanks" he said turning away from her and then walking towards the bathroom.

When the bathroom door closed Juvia heard a loud manly scream. She giggled turning around and exiting the room. She walked to the kitchen and grabbed the breakfast she prepared on the table with the glasses of orange juice. The only thing she wants to eat is Gray~sama.

She noticed he had only one chair so she sighed grabbing her plate of food and threw it away. Pouting and with a last sayonara, she went back in the living room.

She waited for gray~sama to come down and in the meantime she decided to clean. It's so dirty... She thought, grabbing the trash can and bringing it over to gray's dining room. She sweeped, dusted and even washed the floors of all the rooms. Finally, grabbing the empty bottles she threw them all into the trash can. The Juvia looked at all of the shirts on the floor, and saw all the bra's and thongs of the women who had been there before.

Frowning, she picked them up and all the rest of the clothing on the floor, sluggishly. So he has seen other women's bodies but didn't want to see juvia's? She had tears in her eyes as she slowly wiped away the tears. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.....

She told herself in attempts to not cry. Maybe juvia's wrong, maybe Gray~sama does want Juvia, but I am ugly. I am stupid and I am worthless. Nobody cares about juvia, only gray~sama, but gray~sama would never like juvia....that's it there goes the tears. It hurt more to hold them then to let them go, but it was more painful to try and accept that the one you love could never love you back.

She walked down the creepy stairs to what seemed to be his basement with all of the clothes and put them in the washer. She looked around lifelessly as more salty tears ran down her face.

Juvia grabbed the detergent, placing the right amount and then closed it and pressed the on button. She then sluggishly walked up the stairs with more tears welling up in her eyes.

She blinked them away, looking up and then made her way up the stairs. Every step harder to go up by the second, but she reached the top somehow. Then with little energy she had, closed the door. She heard loud patters on the squeaky clean floorboard, meaning gray~sama is finally going to have the breakfast she prepared. She dusted off her clothing, fixing her hair. Taking a deep breath to prepare herself.

She watched him come down the stairs and smiled even if she was sad. "Hurry up gray~sama! Your breakfast will get cold." She said excitedly when all she really felt was dread. He wouldn't like it, he'd just pretend to because he was nice to Juvia.

He came down finally and Juvia felt her heart racing, the pain in her heart disappearing for the time being. She grabbed ahold of his arm and led him to his chair. There sat in front of him was fluffy pancakes, bacon and an omelet with a glass of orange juice.

Gray looked at his plate, but noticed juvia didn't have a plate of food in front of her. Suspiciously she was just standing on the other side of the table, smiling at him cutely. 

He grabbed his fork and cut into the fluffy pancake with golden brown syrup lightly drizzled over it. "Aren't you going to eat?" He asked her quizzically, placing the delicious food in his mouth.