This is the SEQUEL to The Playboy of Fairy Tail High. If you haven't yet read the first, it is highly recommended that you read the it, seeing as there are spoilers and it explains the beginning of this relationship(it can easily be found from my page). Thank you!! After it feels like Natsu and Lucy had gone through everything to hell and back, they feel the best has yet to come. The year isn't even over! But there's more in store for them when friends and enemies alike come and go, and one lovely little emotion is thrown around-- jealousy. Will Natsu and Lucy be able to hold out? What will come of their relationship when Natsu can't even bring himself to confront the girl who changed him and started it all? *terrible description but I swear it's better than this♡ Also super fluff [DISCLAIMER] Hiro Mashina owns all Fairy Tail characters and the original plot!! I own any OCs and the plot to this story! [THERE IS SOME STUFF THAT IS OUT OF CHARACTER, BEING THAT THIS IS ALSO IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE]

AU/OOC Natsu Dragneel is the well-known playboy of Fairy Tail High. But will his demeanor change when the new transfer with good intentions, Lucy Heartfilia, makes her way to his heart? What does Lucy think? "'Found a way to his heart'?! I wasn't trying to get to his heart! I was warned about Natsu, don't get me caught in this! Waaaaa!" Lucy, who lived in a distant city, moved to become a student at Fairy Tail High, a boarding school in the city of Magnolia. She was pen pals with Levy McGarden before finally moving away from her family to join FTH. But even she holds secrets in this crazy school. What does Natsu think? "Luce is a cool girl. She didn't immediately fall for me, which made her an interesting project." "I HEARD THAT!" "I- uh- mean that, I wanted to get to know her better! Yeah, that." *This is my first NaLu fanfic, but I'm a huge fan! I'm sorry if this story sounds a lot like other FT in a High School stories, but it's all my imagination! Also not as cliché as it sounds!! :3 *also, sorry if the summary sucks :P DISCLAIMER: Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail and the characters, for which I thank him, because FT is amazing! <3 I own the plot to this story please comment, tell me what you think! [STARTED: (before posting here) March 11, '15] [FINISHED: (around) June 28, '15] [UNDER SERIOUS EDITING]

One minute - that's all it takes for me to fall in love with the dusty blonde haired stranger and for Alex to be certain with the identity of his next victim - me. And there I was; drugged, tied to a mattress, raped, attacked and yet I felt guilty. It was my fault Alex was like this. I wasn't complying. I'd messed up his life and I need to feel sorry for him; he knows what's right and that's that I deserve this. I deserve this all.

'The painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable and painful disease or in an irreversible coma.' Euthanasia. This disease was my life. I want to die, I want to die. I wanted to bleed out right in that bathroom, but he had to stop me; why does he even care? Why would Vic Fuentes, the perfect senior care enough to stop me dying. That's never enough of course, so can he really stop me wanting to die?

I'm Mikey Way, the grand twenty year old virgin and general klutz when it came to anything vaguely romantic, with a twenty five year old hermit of a brother who only leaves the basement to visit his not quite boyfriend, Frank. I'm also an anti-social mess who's most definitely going to get kicked out of his English course at college by the professor who's more than a little convinced I'm a pyromaniac, unless by some miracle the guy I met at the comic store who wants to suck me off is actually a reincarnation of William Wordsworth. I think Pete may be one of the weirdest people I've ever met, I mean, there are not many people who find amusement in so casually involving blowjobs in their first conversation with you. Pete was a man whore, I thought man whore was a pretty weird term, but I guess Pete was a pretty weird person, so it just sort of fit, like pieces in a puzzle, or a dick in his mouth, apparently. Maybe things would end up with Pete being my friend, or maybe even something more than that, wouldn't that just be... odd? Puzzle pieces, huh? But things are never quite that straight forward, things just love to stray just off the key of reason.

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

Gerard draws dicks for a living. Frank takes them. Gerard Way moves into a new apartment in a dodgy complex where he's bound to get beaten to a pulp after his old place is set on fire by those damned 'youths', and by a certain turn of events, his neighbour, the equally provocative, yet entirely in a different way, Frank Iero, ends up in his bed, and then, everything just really goes to shit.

The Pocket Universe Effect - the feeling that nothing else outside your little bubble of reality can quite matter at all. One am on a Friday in June, admist quiet neighbourhoods of New Jersey, the Ieros are away on a night out and Frank and Gerard are sprawled out across Gerard's green anorak, without the capacity to care about anything other than the night sky and the way the stars reflect in each other's eyes.

Frank is a hopelessly short, hopelessly desperate, and just generally hopeless highschooler, whose only friend is the amazingly tall kid with the 'fro: Ray Toro. School is mundane, school is just, well, school: Lindsey Ballato is a goddess, Pete Wentz is a MySpace whore, and Brendon Urie totally deserved getting kicked in the balls last summer, but then Mikey fucking Way turns up and before Frank knows it he's over at the Way household and swooning over an unfairly hot older brother who has totally just made out with an overly casual Lindsey Ballato. And that's not even to mention Gerard's past and sort of ex-boyfriend Bert McCracken who he kind of did, kind of didn't leave in the old town he and Mikey just moved from, but what is for sure is that Gerard Way can't help but stare at Mikey's sort of best friend, Frank, just a little too much. But Gerard is older and sort of world's away from Frank's league: he's like Lindsey Ballato - unobtainable and godly, and most definitely a member of the elite sex club that Frank reckons Lindsey's involved in. And this elite club of people who've seen Gerard Way naked? Let's say, Frank Iero wants in... to Gerard's pants. However Mikey thinks that it's less of a club and more of a support group.