Yeah, well, no way in hell I want to stay in this dirty, old dump overnight anyway!" A young, blonde woman yelled with forced anger as the glass door with neon colors slammed at her face. Stomping her foot, Lucy Heartfilia squirmed with a demonic growl as she twirled around and made her way from the bar; muttering curses and profanities under her breath as she went under a streetlight, looking around to see the whole area deserted.

Brown eyes twitched, realizing that there will be no more buses coming this way until morning.

"God damn it!" Lucy practically screamed into the night, hearing her shriek echo in the otherwise silent street.

Slumping her backpack on the bench and sitting down next to it with slouched shoulders. Sighing, Lucy propped her head up with both hands and closed her eyes. "I knew I should've brought some cash for a hotel, or something... Stupid fart wanted more than a compliment from a pretty girl," she grouched. "No way would I ever go that far for staying inside the bar overnight! I'd rather sleep in the park then take my shirt off, the pervert!."

Opening her eyes, Lucy pouted and looked down to her shoes. Nothing expensive, thank goodness. Just simple, comfortable shoes with a few inches for her height that she would normally wear around during the day. Now that she thought of it, her whole outfit wasn't all that alluring... Skinny jeans and a tanktop with a light sweatshirt on, Lucy couldn't figure out how the owner of the bar would even blush when she asked to stay the night.

"Probably...my boobs," Lucy growled, looking down to her very large breasts with accusation. "Mom was totally right when she said that the women in this family have chests for weapons!" Crossing her arms over her said tools with her black sweatshirt, Lucy whimpered in defeat as she looked off down the street with a longing gaze.

'I'm not going home,' she thought with a strong voice, ignoring the very idea of looking at her phone to see if anyone has tried to call her. 'Not going home. No way am I going home...' Being twenty years-old, Lucy Heartfilia was raised in the luxury of money since the day she was born to Jude and Layla. That's what it was for her, even after her mother passed away, along with the bonus of having her father try to control every little detail of her life. What she wore, where she went on a daily basis and even being paid to keep herself amused while he went off to work. Although the helpers back at her old home tried to keep her here until things settled between her and her father, Lucy was in too much of a hurry and too angry to stop herself from packing whatever she could into her old school's backpack and leave the estate that felt more like a prison to her.

Lucy never asked to be protected by her father, nor even for his opinion. It was his fault that he pulled her out of college while she wanted to get a degree in writing and journalism. It was her dad who told her she needed to stay home, so she wouldn't get hurt in the streets. He told her that everything and everyone was a danger to the Heartfilia heiress, daughter of one of the wealthiest men alive. It got to be too much for her, actually, with all her life plans and goals to make her life more interesting being taken away by someone who should have encouraged her, and supported her...

'I'm not going back,' she thought, clenching her hands tightly to her sweatshirt. 'That's not home... That place is more hell than home.'

"But..." Lucy's cheeks reddened as she bounced her heel on the pavement, "that still doesn't give me a place to spend the night."

She really didn't have any friends (another joy of having Jude Heartfilia as a father), so she couldn't call anyone and ask to crash on their couch for a night or two. All she really needed was to find a job that can get her enough money to rent out a place... God! What am I suppose to do now?" she whined, yanking on her blonde hair in stress. "I don't have anything to my name besides him, and there's no way I can get anywhere without getting him involved!"

During her little display of childish rant, Lucy faintly heard the low humming of an engine coming near her way. Blinking, Lucy brought her head back to see a deep red car with stylish flames dancing across the paint with only the front passenger door, while it was obvious of the back doors were removed to make more room for the flames and firey stars to decorate upward; tinted windows and spinning wheels slowly made Lucy's eyes widen at the sight. Even though she could only see the side of it, it wasn't hard for Lucy to recognize the brand.

"M-Mitsubishi?" she mumbled quietly.

Lucy stiffened when the passenger window began rolling down, revealing the driver behind the wheel looking her way. It was a boy - or man, probably, around her age - with spiky pink hair and pretty tanned skin. Bangs being pushed up messily by a pair of sunglasses, Lucy was able to see the black eyes looking at her with a raised brow. Around his neck, too, was a checkered white scarf and he was sporting a black tank, revealing killer muscles that no doubt could give the old man back in the bar a run for his money in a fight.

Lucy jumped in her seat when the driver turned off his radio, creating a weird silence between the two. Although the hum of the car was soothing to her. Brown eyes locking to black ones, Lucy waited for him to talk.

"Whad'ya doin'?" he said. His voice was mature, but scratchy with a personality that reminded Lucy of her old classmates back in college.

"U-uhm...excuse me?" Lucy stammered, leaning back on the bench and trying to sneakily grasp her backpack, incase she needs to run for it.

"You know that the buses don't come by here until seven, right?" he went on, taking a peek to his car's radio. "And it's, like...almost two in the morning."

Lucy's stiff face fell to a more annoyed look. "Obviously. I'm not waiting for a bus," she replied with a bit of attitude. That made the driver blink.

"Oh, so you're waiting for a client, then?"

"What! No!" Lucy yelled with flushed cheeks. "I'm not a prostitute! Do prostitutes wear hoodies and conceal as much skin as possible?"

"Hey, easy!" the boy raised a hand in defeat to her, waving it off. "I didn't mean it like that, alright? I just don't see chicks like you 'round these parts at this time. You don't look like a hooker to me, okay? How's that?"

"Oh, now you're saying I'm not sexy?" Lucy growled, making him blanch. Sighing, the blonde woman shook her head. "You know what, it doesn't matter. Whatever. I've had a rough night..."
The man blinked and tilted his head curiously at her. "Ya running away from home, or something?"

Lucy sniffed, seeming how much of a silly term it is. "You could say that, I guess," she shrugged sadly, looking to her backpack. "I wouldn't call it 'running away', since it wasn't much of a place to call home in the first place."

"Ahh, so it's difficult. You got a place to stay, right?"

"I wouldn't be sitting here on the bench close to two in the morning, if I had a place to stay now, would I?" Lucy raised a brow at him. She really didn't get why she was talking to his guy with his car (that she will mentally admit that is pretty neat to look at).

"Oi, what are you lookin' at?"

Lucy's eyes snapped back to him, suddenly coming to realization that she was ogling at his sweet ride, even though it was obviously accustomed to his needs and style and a bit clunky for her taste, but still. Her cheeks pinked as she blubbered a moment until she conjured up words. "Uh...ahem. It's just - you know, it's a Mitsubishi Lancer, right? You took the backdoors off, but I can still tell by the handle and lights."

The man nodded, seemingly impressed. "Yeah, it's a two-thousand-two... That's pretty neat, knowing it with the paintjob and stuff," he looked around his interior for a second. "You like driving?"

She shook her head, a shy smile on her lips. "No, but I love cars," she explained. "My mom was big into cars and racing. Not like the American racing, but more like the street-kind, I guess. She would buy tons of car magazines and show me her favorites and let me read her books-! What am I doing?" she snapped to herself, slapping her cheeks with her hands. "God, I need to shut up. I need to find a place to stay; I don't have time for-!"

"Hey!"

Lucy snapped her head to the driver, who reached to his other side and unlocked the passenger door with a press of a button. She watched him smile a big, childish grin that would easily be contagious if she was in a happier mood and wink at her. "Hop on in!"

It took Lucy a moment to register, then narrow her eyes at him. "What?"

"You like cars," he gave a thumbs up to her. "If you like cars, you're a pal of mine! You can stay at my place tonight, if you want. I can't leave a woman alone on the streets anyway, but at least you can crash at my spot."

Lucy pursed her lips, looking more cautious by the second. "What do you want in return? Money? A lap dance?"

He responded with a pained expression, shaking his head. "Nooo," he pressed, shaking his head harder. "I don't need anything from you. You need a place to sleep, and I'm giving you a place to sleep for the night! You seem to like my ride, too, so I can give ya a free ride in the deal."

"But why?" she asked, crossing her arm defensively. "You don't know me, and I don't know you."

He simply shrugged, a smile still planted on his face. "I know what it's like to be homeless and not having a place to go. Besides, you seem like a nice person!"

Lucy thought it over a few times, and then a few more time just to make sure. Since she really has no place to stay, it wouldn't be that bad to stay at someone's house if they offered it to her. He didn't seem to be a serial killer or anything, and if he did try something, she would not hesitate to kick his ass with her shoes.

She broke a window with her shoes once.

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