helo i am cat. ma call me oslo and ozzie and fat boy and fat man. am NOT fat just like to lay down lots and eat chikins. love ma but she took me to BAD PLACE where they TOUCH EARS WITH STICKS and STICK SHARPS IN. then ma take me to home and i think ok.
so yesterday my boss forwarded me some resumés to look at and pick out a couple for her to call back and I felt like SUCH an asshole because I was laughing at the people who don’t proofread or whatever and anyway long story short, I AM BECOME CORPORATE FAT CAT
“Happy Anniversary, Luce,” Natsu said, handing her a small gift wrapped with a bow.
“Oh! Thank you!” she said, accepting it quickly. It was their three-year anniversary, and they couldn’t be happier. Lucy and Natsu had been going strong for that long, and it had been a lovely ride.
But Lucy couldn’t but help for something that would be more: an engagement ring. As she unwrapped the gift and saw that it was a small black box, she squealed and flung it open with gusto only to find that it was a pair of star earrings in blue that matched her skirt she wore on a regular basis.
“Thank you, Natsu,” she said, trying her hardest not to sound unhappy. They really were beautiful: they shined just like the actual stars in the sky and were made of real white gold dyed with the most gorgeous blue.
Was it so wrong of her to want something that she might never have? She and Natsu never really talked about marriage seriously. Lucy always dreamed of a perfect wedding with an amazing reception and gifts galore, but she knew that wasn’t to happen with Natsu. He would want a wedding held in the guild instead of the beach wedding she desired, and she was sure that he would want beer galore when she yearned for the finest champagne.
As she watched him open his own present, his scarf with their initials woven in red on a tag she created herself, she understood that it was going to be alright if he decided to not propose for a while. She wanted to get married for sure, but she knew that it was up to him to ask her to marry him. If he wanted it, then he for sure was the one that had to do it.
“You ready for our date?” Natsu asked, taking her hand and opening the door.
“Date?” Lucy peered down at her outfit: a sweater and boots with a pleated skirt. “I don’t think I’m dressed for a fancy outing…”
“Nah, you look pretty as always,” Natsu said, turning his head away from her. He thankfully couldn’t see her blush; she knew that if he did he would call her a weirdo.
“Thanks,” she said quietly, her pulse slowly quickening as he opened the door to his truck for her.
Natsu bit his lip as he shut the door. Once he got around to the end of the truck, he took the small velvet box out of his jacket pocket and popped it open, looking at the ring once more.