A date with Jellal (main focus of this chapter is Jerza.)

"Are you sure I'm not too casual?" Erza said, turning in the mirror. She was in a crimson dress that went to right above the knee, it was rather casual. She also had on some black flats  and a dagger strapped on her upper thigh. Her hair was not in a style. "Maybe I should change..."

"No! You look great, Erza." Levy laughed, sitting on the arm of a couch.

"Yeah, just go and do what you must. It's about time you two go out," Gajeel smirked, sitting on the same chair Levy was on, except he was actually in the chair while Levy was sitting on the side. Erza raised an eyebrow.

"You're one to talk." Erza scoffed under her breath. She looked in the mirror, letting out a shaky breath. "Well, I should be going now."

She walked out of the room.

"Okay, lets go." Levy hopped up, the two putting on disguises.

"Jellal?" Erza knocked on the door. He walked out, in a tux. Erza smiled shyly, heart beating in her chest. "You look... nice."

Jellal could've fainted. "Y-you too..."

Erza looked at the floor, blushing. "Okay, come on. Let's go eat."

"And you're sure we can't go to McDonalds?" Jellal chirped, a false sense of hope residing in him.

"Yes." Erza glared. Jellal laughed, the two just walking around the streets of Russia. "Where to eat... where to eat... damnit I should've planned this out better."

"Why don't we eat there?" Jellal pointed at a steakhouse.

"Uh, sure!" Erza sweat, she felt like someone was watching her, but couldn't just pull out the knife because the police would be after them.

Levy giggled, taking Gajeel inside. Erza and Jellal were seated.

Gajeel and Levy watched with magazines covering their faces but occasionally they peeked out.

"Shrimp, I'm getting a call. We gotta go home," Gajeel frowned, Levy sighing.

"Okay. When you're done legs watch a movie?" Levy chirped.

"Sure." Gajeel smirked, scooping Levy up like a sack of potatoes.

"HEY!" She exclaimed, laughing.

"So..." Erza played with her hands.

"Did I tell you that you look beautiful— n-nice no wait—???" Jellal groaned. Erza laughed.

"Yes." Erza smiled, brushing her hair behind her ears. Jellal blushed.

"Hi, I'm Donavan and I'll be your waiter. What would you like to drink?"

"Water," Erza said, skimming through the menu.

"Sprite!" Jellal grinned.

"Okay. I'll be right back with your drinks." Donavan walked away. Erza played with the hem of her dress.

"How have you been doing? What did you buy?" Erza hummed.

"Some... stuff." Jellal thought of what to say.

"Ah."

Donavan arrived with a glass of water and can of sprite. He dropped the sprite, muttering sorry.

Jellal reaches to open the drink.

"Jellal don't. Wait—" Erza started, but it was too late. The sprite fizzed everywhere and the two got kicked out.

Jellal was laughing, Erza grinning.

"You are so dumb!" Erza snickered.

"Okay so NOW can we go to McDonalds?" Jellal gave her the puppy dog eyes. Erza sighed.

"Fine. Let's go." Erza nodded, Jellal howling with happiness and kissing Erza on the cheek. She blushed, placing her hand on the spot he kissed and closing her eyes contently.

"Yess! Thank you!" He beamed, McDonalds was his favorite place ever. Like the PlayPlace was just YES. He ran inside.

"Hey wait, you've gotta get your food first." Erza laughed. "Slow down," Jellal bounced up and down on the balls of his feet.

"Hi, welcome to McDonalds. What do you want," The man behind the counter seemed like he wanted to die.

"Can I please get some Hotcakes?" Jellal drooled. "With a sprite! Don't forget the Hotcake sauce!"

"I want a 20 piece chicken McNugget. Water please," Erza handed him the money, and went to go pour the drinks. She picked a booth and sat down, waving at Jellal as he ran inside the play place.

He grinned, taking off his shoes and running around like a madman. A chubby girl (no offense!) who looked to be about 11 crossed her arms, glaring at him. "Hey... aren't you too big to be in here?"

"You are too, but here we are." Jellal scoffed. Nobody got in the way of his playtime. The girl kicked him, running off in tears. Jellal shrugged, and the girls mother sure gave him an earful. He didn't care though.

Erza walked into the playplace. "Jellal, it's time to come eat!"

"Just 5 more minutes!" He yelled.

"No, you can play after! Your pancakes are gonna get cold!" Erza called.

"Awww. Fine," Jellal climbed down from the gym. He ran to the table, slipping and hitting the ground because he didn't put his shoes on and the floor was sleek. "Ow."

"Here, put your shoes on." Erza handed him his shoes. Jellal put them on and sat down at the table.

He and Erza ate, laughing together.

"Hey, remember that one time when we were in grade school, and you got in a fight with some boy and called me and I beat his ass?" Jellal snickered. "He was so weak,"

Erza nodded.

"You're sick!" That boy sneered. "Fat girl! Who the hell eats like you!? How are you even so skinny!?"

Erza sat on the floor, knees buckled. Tears streamed down her face and she was silent. This was all her fault. Had she not bumped into that boy, he wouldn't be so angry. He pushed her, smearing in mashed potatoes all over her face. He pulled her by the hair, Erza crying out in pain.

"Let's go show everyone how ugly you are!"

"Jellal... help me.. please.." She sobbed, whispering for him.

"Don't try to call your stupid boyfriend! I'll beat him up too—!" Jellal appeared, punching the boy.

"HEY! What are you doing!?" Jellal was pissed off now, beating up the poor guy. "Don't touch her! She's mine, so you're not allowed to hurt her anymore! Erza belongs to me!"

Erza watched, emotionless. Once it was over, Jellal grinned as teachers pulled him away. He winked at Erza, smirking. She walked alongside him, when he picked up a spoon off of the floor and scooped the potatoes off of her face and fed them to her, she was so happy. He also ate the potatoes, laughing.

Of course, his parents were called and he got in trouble. Since that day, Erza vowed to protect Jellal to pay him back.

"That was so mean." Erza laughed. "Who eats mashed potatoes off of someone's face? That's so weird!"

The two of them laughed, getting lost in one another's eyes. "You.. have something on your face."

There was some barbecue sauce on Erza's lips. This was it... he leaned in, Erza's eyes widening. He then kissed her soft lips, Erza slowly closing her eyes and kissing back.

It was perfection... until Jellal lost his balance and fell straight into a tiny bucket of fresh fries, barbecue sauce and nuggets. "Wah!"

Erza laughed, covering her mouth. Jellal was now covered in crumbs and sauce. Once he cleaned off and finished eating, he ran back into the PlayPlace. Erza smiled. "I love you,"

"You too!" After twenty minutes, Jellal ran out. "ERZA WE GOTTA GO! THE KIDS ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!"

"What—"

He pulled her out, running back to the mansion. Erza giggled, shaking her head and putting in the code. The two walked inside, hand in hand.

"So how'd it go?" Gajeel asked, Levy squealing when she saw their hands.

"GAJEEL LOOK! JERZA!!" Levy yelled, bouncing up and down. "YES! YES!"

"It's about time!" Gajeel put Jellal in a headlock, giving him the noogie of death.

"Please do not noogie the bodyguard!" Jellal cried.

"I suppose you are right," Erza smirked. "But what about you and Levy? When are you guys going to date, the sexual tension is high."

"E-EH?" Both of them screeched, turning red as they looked at one another. Pantherlily woke up, yawning.

Jellal was so caught up in the moment that he forgot to pick up Erza's sword. To hell with it, he thought. He'd just get it tomorrow, which he did, and Erza was so happy that she accidentally hit him in the back of the head with it and he passed out.

Oh well.