Hello lovely readers! Thanks so much for adding this story to your alerts, to your favorites list, and special shout out to Becney for being the only person to review the first part of this two-shot! There was one more review, but you were logged in as a guest and I can't properly thank you :). So that being said, this was only a two-shot, but I am planning on writing more RoWen (and taking a stab at NaLu, GaLe, and a few other pairings, lord help me) in the future, so if you liked this and want to see more, leave a review with your thoughts! Um, the other thing I'll mention is that the ending of this might seem…abrupt. But there's a reason behind that, I promise. Anywho, enough babbling, HAPPY READING!

XOXO, Kim.

Disclaimer: I have yet to acquire Fairy Tail, it's on the top of my to-do list!

"Wendy, run away with me, I know I sound crazy, don't you see what you do to me?"

-Somewhere in Neverland, All Time Low

Once both teenagers had left notes—or left a note and voicemail, in Wendy's case—for their respective parents, they changed clothes and climbed in to Romeo's truck. She'd managed to gain control of the stereo, something he regretted once the sounds of boy band music assaulted his eardrums. Shit, I'm gonna have to put up with this crap for half an hour. He thought, turning on to one of the back roads. The black haired boy had decided that going to the beach to watch the sunset would be the best option, and set course for Northwood, a small community known for its harbor and downtown shopping areas. Romeo took his eyes off the road to glance at Wendy, noting that she was a lot less tense than she had been earlier—she was even singing along to the music she'd picked quietly. Grinning, he didn't mind putting up with horrible music as long as it made her happy. Their drive was spent in a comfortable silence, neither one of them feeling the need to say anything. Once they reached their destination Romeo casually mentioned that he was starving, and said it would probably be a good idea to get something to eat. Wendy agreed and the pair made their way over to Stella's, a seafood market and restaurant that looked like it was pretty popular, judging from the line outside of the storefront. They came to stand at the back of the line and without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on the top of her head. Even if today was the absolute worst time to try and express how much she meant to him, seeing his teammate try to make a pass at her brought out the animal in him. He wanted—no, needed—to tell her how he felt about her. To make her his. He wouldn't settle for anything else. Wendy relaxed against him, noting that the line was moving faster than she thought it would. But she didn't want to move, if anything she wanted to stay where she was because she felt warm, safe, and happy. Three things she didn't associate with the day of her mom's passing. You know, maybe Romeo does have feelings for me…I mean, best friends don't hold each other this closely, do they? She wondered as the line moved forward, causing the teens to move forward as well. Once they'd reached the counter inside and took a look at the menu, they placed their order—Romeo insisted on paying—and went to go find a seat outside.

"Wow, I didn't expect this place to be as crowded as it was." Romeo moaned, slumping over in his chair. He hadn't eaten for a few hours and he'd finally come down from the adrenaline high he'd experienced while dealing with Stout, which made him feel drained and even more hungry. Wendy chuckled, patting his hand from across the table.

"I'm sure it won't take too long…oh! I might have a granola bar in my purse." Rummaging around, she found the bar underneath her wallet and tossed it to him. "S'all yours."

"Thanks, Wend." Shoving the entire granola bar in his mouth, Wendy laughed at the way his cheeks puffed out. One thing she'd figured out over many years of knowing Romeo was that he could eat pretty large quantities of food and still be hungry. Hence the reason she'd started to carry around different kinds of snacks in her purse. Awareness jolted through her body when he grabbed her hand, holding it from across the table.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked, eyes full of concern. Her heart rate increased and she knew she was blushing because of how sweet he was being. It wasn't unusual for him to try and cheer her up when she was sad, but because she'd come to terms with the fact that she loved him about two years ago, his words had more of an affect on her.

"A bit, I'm still a bit sad and shaken, but it'll pass—I'm just happy to be by the ocean." She lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes. "And here with you, obviously." His thumb skimmed across her knuckles, a grin forming on his face. Before he could respond their order number was called, forcing him to get up and retrieve their food. I hope today is the day…if it isn't, there's still time. Romeo though, smiling at his blue haired friend. She'd changed in to jeans and one of his old sweatshirts she'd stolen, which he teased her for simply because he wanted to see her blush, and even if she always looked beautiful to him, nothing compared to seeing her petite body practically swimming in his clothes. God Wendy, I can't even express how much I love you. Digging in to their meal, the two teens talked idly about school—how excited Romeo was for the game tomorrow, how Wendy was just happy the day was over—eventually finishing their food and making their way to the beach. By then the sun had started to fall, making colors streak across the sky.

"It's nice out here, isn't it?" Wendy sighed in bliss, removing her flats to enjoy the feeling of the sand between her toes. She'd loved the beach since she was a little girl, but hadn't been in years. Grandeeney had been a huge fan of the fresh salt air and insisted on taking her daughters on weekend trips to the coast, but once she passed both Marvell sisters had to put beach trips on hold. But it's nice to be back here with someone special. She thought, plunking down on a spot that seemed perfect—not too close to the water on sand that would, hopefully, not get everywhere. Romeo slung an arm around her shoulders, resting his cheek on her head.

"It is." There was a pause before he brushed his fingers against her cheek, encouraging her to look at him. C'mon, it's now or never. "Hey, Wend..."

"Yes?"

"Uh…well…I know this is probably the worst time to tell you this, but I…I kind of can't wait any more. After what happened today with that dickhead, even knowing what today is and what it means to you, I, uh, I've realized I don't like seeing you sad. Or unhappy, or uncomfortable…shit, I should probably just say it, huh? Wendy Marvell, I...I'm in love with you. And I want to be with you. I know it's a lot to process, and if you don't want to be with me then I—" His statement was cut off when the blue-haired girl launched herself at him, pressing her lips against his. It was a little uncomfortable considering she'd knocked him flat on his back, but he'd be an idiot if he complained. Pulling away after a few minutes, Wendy smiled at him, tears in her eyes.

"Do you know how long I've waited to hear you say that?" His eyes widened in surprise at her statement, causing her to chuckle. "Years, Romeo, years." Leaning down to kiss him again, she felt his thumb wipe at the stray tears that had escaped. "You're the only boy who's ever understood me and I don't want anyone else, okay?" Smiling, he nodded, gently stroking her cheek.

"I think I do…" He sat up, shifting so that Wendy was sitting in between his legs and he could wrap his arms around her. At that moment a beam of sunlight peeked through the clouds, shining on the two teens. Wendy and Romeo had the same thought in that moment—Grandeeney was smiling down at them because they'd finally realized that they were meant to be together. And even if she wasn't around to see her daughter develop in to the stunning young woman she'd become, she would always watch over them.