"What? Are you you hurt or something?" Natsu kneeled down examining me making sure I didn't hurt myself too bad from the little fall.
"No, I'm fine." I wiped the dust of my shirt, "I was just a little suprised."
"Suprised by what?" He tilted his head confused.
I stood silently trying to figure out another exscuse I can make. I can't tell him about it. Not until I know that I can trust him. I know, I know, it sounds like I have trust issues, but I think in all honestly, I do have trust issues. Every time I become close to someone and give them the benefit of the doubt they always find a way to crush that little trust I had in them.
"Um, it's just that-"
"Wait!" He yelled. A little sparkle in his eyes glowed as he stared across the room, "Hold that thought!" He ran to the other side of the room cutting me off.
Great! At least I don't have to explain myself now.
"Look at this!" He held up a small painting that looked like lines scribbled all over the canvas. He smiled as he stared at it, "this was my first painting! I'm surprised, it's still in great condition."
"Wow really?" I said, pretending to be at least a little interested.
He nodded, "I remember my mom painted this with me." He laughed to himself reminiscing the times he had with his mother in this house, "any free time we used to get we would always spend it on painting and my mom would spend hers on teaching us." He sniffed the air again taking in the foul smell he somehow can stand, "the memories in this place."
I glanced around at my surroundings taking in all these cherished memories that I wish I could have experienced, "hey Natsu?" I whispered.
"What's up?" He turned to me a little concerned at my tone.
"W-Why are you showing me this?"
He chuckled, "What do you mean? You're my friend."
"You don't just show your friends something like this. You show people who are really close to you, who you consider family, who you love!" I laughed, "for god sakes we only met like a little more than a week ago!"
"I know, I know, but it's just I never met a girl like you."
I scoffed, "I've heard that line in every cliché romantic comedy movie I've ever seen."
"I'm serious." He grabbed my hands pulling my body closer to his, "It's just..." He sighed, "have you ever had a gut feeling? Like when you meet a new person and you get to know them you get that feeling like you were supposed to meet this person."
I raised my brow, "like destiny?"
"Yeah! Kinda like that."
"I can't say that I ever got that feeling."
"Not even about me?" He asked.
"I don't think I have. And besides, I don't belive in destiny. I believe you can make your own path."
"I do too, but sometimes I have to go against my beliefs." He leaned in closer. I could feel his warmth radiating onto me making me want to lean in closer to him.
"I still think you could have waited to show me this. When we get to know each other a little better and trust each other more."
He chuckled, "I don't know if I'm jumping to conclusions or not but it seems like you don't trust me."
"I-I trust you."
He clicked his teeth, "you just hesitated saying that sentence."
I huffed, "all right, it's not that I don't trust you completely-"
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In Living ColorsFanfiction
Lucy, a 17 year old teenager who was born colorblind and can only see in shades of grey. Because of this she was bullied, but when the new kid comes not only is she mesmerized by how handsome he is but how he appears in color.