Hola Chicas

ok I'm sorry about the epic wait for this chapter life got in the way.

and this chapter might be worth the wait and for that imma sorry but either way I hope you like this chapter

Now on with the story :)

Chapter 3:

I get by with a little help from my friends

The usual day at work wasn't so usual but wasn't that unusual either at least not for Erza and as we all probably know she's the heiress of RAI.

The Fashion company, so it's kind of a big deal.

And today its survey day!

Exciting is it not?

And another thing, it's Erza's job to walk a around and ask the questions, her father calls it working her way up the ladder, she calls it cruel and unusual punishment for no apparent reason.

Oh the joys!

It gets better, she has to survey 100 people of each sex, in the words of Chandler Bing; could her life be anymore complete?

"At times like these I sseriously contemplate genocide" she muttered to herself but it didn't go amiss by certain brunette standing by her side.

"ok. That was a little dark for this kind of day, but come on Erza you used to such a social butterfly," Cana a very good friend a bit of a drunk but a very good friend, "Well that is until Si-" she was cut off by the aura of death that happened to be surrounding Erza (she really isn't a morning person).

"Shut up Cana..."

The brunette wasn't all that fazed by this and just shrugged, "after 5 years I'd thought you'd be over it."

"I am over it." Lies.

Cana smiled, "Oh that's good! Then are you going to Mira's party tonight? I know most of you guys haven't even met Laxus yet."

Erza sighed, "yeah I'm going, I need to see if the guy is actually good for her," aww Erza always putting others first.

"Like you'd be the judge, anyways the guy's bringing his friends along too, so there might be a new man in your future, oh and there a few in a band." She winked.

"oh great, Musicians!" Sarcasm intended.

Fernandez Inc., a marketing firm and they were very good at what they did, the founder; Sieghart Fernandez took great pleasure in modelling things to please the eye of the public, he loves it so much he even did it children.

First of all there Siegrain, named after the man himself, the boy was smart, he excelled in sports, he was also popular and being told this on a daily basis blew he ego up to astronomical proportions in other words he had a lot of self confidence and everyone knew it so in his fathers eyes he was the perfect son.

Secondly you have Mystogan, he's the enigma of the family, unreadable and observant, he didn't speak unless it was necessary which Sieghart greatly appreciated. He had a tendency to appear out of nowhere but because he was an incredibly hard worker no one was complaining.

And finally we have Jellal the baby of the 3 and the one that didn't quite fits his father model imagine, which is weird because the guy was a child prodigy with an IQ just under Einstein. He spent school life being stressed and nervous trying to live up to his brothers, he didn't have many friend and a lot them were musical instruments unfortunately his father didn't really approve the artist lifestyle, in all fairness Sieghart didn't really approve of a lot of Jellal's friends or the things that he did eventually he just stopped caring.

And isn't that the recipe for a happy family life and a good relationship with your siblings?

No.

"So little brother, I heard you have a 'gig' this evening " Siegrain said sitting down at his desk yet still managing to look down at the man standing in front of him.

Jellal didn't care much, he was used to it, "yeah, it's for my friends engagement party, what of it?"

Sieg smiled one of those smiles that screamed 'it's time for you to start worrying'. "Oh it's nothng I was just thinking I might pop down and have a look." There it was.

Jellal smirked a 'saw that coming' smirk, "And why would you want to come?" Sieg opened his mouth to answer but was cut off, "and anyways you wouldn't get in it's invitation only."

The younger has a weird sense of pride after he managed his older brother speechless, Siegrain was never speechless he just waited for the right time to speak.

Which would be now.

"They'd let me, I mean all I'd have to do is draw on that dumb tattoo, I'd probably wear it better too."

Thos would be the norm, Sieg would feed his ego if there was nobody to feed it for him.

"Sieg, what is it that you want me to do?"

He looked Jellal dead in the eye and said, "nothing, you can go home and have the day off."

And wasn't our favourite bluenette shell shocked, "Wait. What?"

"Go home."

Jellal wasn't sure wheather to be happy or annoyed, "and you didn't think to, you know, phone, text, or even email me! I live on the other side of the city, not cool."

"You should be thanking me, now you have time to reherse for later," his smile now had something sinister about it now, but then he forgot that his older brother was sadist. He walked out, got out his phone and rang a good friend of his.

"Hey, Laxus? You busy?"

Ok chapter 3 is finito, hope you liked it

rnr

Until next time

PEACE OUT!