Authors Note: FIRST STORY!!Not really a story so much as a really short thing that popped into my head. Anyway I'd be REALLY happy to continue this

"Now?" she asked, her voice full of hope.

I chuckled; her whole body was shaking with anticipation. So much so I could already feel the pier we were sitting on shake. "Not yet, grandpa likes to set them off at exactly 6."

"You helped make them this year right? I can't wait to see something that you made that's supposed to blow up." She giggled.

I ignored that last comment. "Yeah. I don't think they are going to be as good as last year-"

"Ouch." I said as she hit my arm."Don't say that." I turned to look at those bright blue eyes of hers. "You've got the same amount of talent that Saibara has."

I blushed, that is until I heard her mumble "You just don't know how to use it."

My turn to hit her arm."I heard that."

She laughed. "You know it's true. The only thing holding you back is that attitude of yours. Don't let that old man's words get to you, Gray. Fight!"

So she says, I thought "You always say that Claire."

"Only because you never listen." She countered "whenever I pass by the blacksmith's you always have a funny scowl on your face." She mimicked my scowl. I could say that but she just scrunched up her face. We burst into laughter.

"I don't look like that." I said in between breaths. "So anyway," and here is the word that this little blondie loves "Now?"

I sighed. It's cute but that can be really irritating at times "It should start now but I'm not-Look!" There it was. The first of the fireworks that night. It was flying into the dark sky when BOOM! It exploded into a waterfall of colors before being followed by another, then another and then...well there were a lot.

I could hear every ones oohs and aahs as the fireworks exploded and filled the sky with color.

"Told you you have talent..."

I blushed lightly at that "Gramps helped too you know."

"And so did you." Claire said with a smirk plastered to that pretty face of hers.

"Just shut up and enjoy the show." I ordered.

"Yeah, yeah..." she said faintly. "They really are beautiful..."

You really are.

"Why are you staring at me?"

I didn't even notice it myself. "I'm not staring at you."

"Yes, you are."

"I told you I'm not." I said as I was pulling my hat down to cover the blush she probably couldn't even see in this light.

"Fine be that way," she said with a pout as she assumed her position of watching the fireworks, "I won't let your stubbornness ruin my good moon of watching the pretty fireworks."

I just shook my head. After what seemed like forever she spoke again "Now," there was that word again "are you going to walk me home or just sit there?"

The fireworks had stopped. That was the end of the fireworks festival. I nodded "I think I'll walk you home."

We got up and I walked her home. It was a very quiet and relaxing walk to her house because everybody was walking home too.

We got to that little house of hers. Just above the place that I loved to go to every day.

"Thanks," she told me "I had a lot of fun tonight, even though all we did was sit and wait for the fireworks to start." Then she gave me one of those smiles that people rarely see: a real smile. Then she gave me something I didn't expect anyone to ever give me.

A kiss.

On the cheek though (And it wasn't really a kiss it was more of a peck but who cares) I was stunned. I didn't know what to say.

"Goodnight, Gray." Claire said as she closed the door.

"Goodnight..." I said a bit too late.