Order Up
Title: Order Up
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Nami
Word Count: 2,000
Rating: PG
Summary: Nami finds an interesting way to get Zoro to tell her he loves her.
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“Are you sure Nami-swan?” he asked. “I can cook something, you really don’t have to-”
“Hush Sanji-kun,” Nami said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.
He was peering over her shoulder as she sat on the couch, legs extended with her laptop placed on her legs as she made orders for pizza.
“I can cook you anything you like dearest. Anything at all.” He said in a vain attempt to change her mind. He felt uneasy with her ordering food. He wanted to cook, needed to cook. And he usually did, every night when he got off of work. But he came home to find out she was ordering food, pizza of all things. The unhealthy circle of grease, swimming in fat from melted cheese and fat from slaughtered animals.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, “no need Sanji-kun, you cook almost everyday for us, you should take a break. Besides, Usopp and Luffy are in the mood for pizza.”
Sanji wasn’t exactly comfortable with that, but he relented, adding meekly, “Ok then.”
Luffy was lying spread out on the floor of the living room like a starfish with drool escaping the corners of his mouth. His black hair covered his eyes and his trademark scandals for once not on his feet but scattered around the apartment. “So,” he moaned out, “hungry.”
“Shut up Luffy,” Nami said.
Living in an apartment full of boys-not quite men yet- she quickly learned to take charge of things and to never put up with their Mickey Mouse bullshit. Sanji never objected, always at her command but if Luffy and Usopp would ever even dare to complain she usually beat the shit out of them. It was solely because of her that the place wasn’t a mad house infested with cockroaches with underwear lying in all sorts of places like it had the great potential of being. She looked at Usopp, sitting next to her on the couch by her feet watching T.V. He had the remote in hand, flipping the channels, skipping over all the horror movies and trying to find a decent comedy. “What pizza do you want?” she asked him.
Usopp stopped what he was doing to consider. Finally he shrugged, “Hawaiian.”
He went back to looking at the T.V. and flipped through some more channels.
Luffy sat up suddenly, a little more life evident on his features as he yelled, “Nami! Make mine have lots of meat!”
“Yeah, yeah I got it.”
It was the first one she ordered, Luffy was the easiest one to guess. Nami looked up at Sanji, who still was leaning over her, his arms crossed on the head of the couch, standing casually as he looked over her shoulder, “and for you Sanji-kun?”
His face lit up to a brilliant smile. “Whatever you decide for me is best!”
Nami rolled her eyes, going back to laptop and placing an order for her and Sanji’s pizza.
Sanji saw her put in an order for a pepperoni pizza; it wasn’t his favorite but he didn’t object. He yawned then, covering his mouth he said through pale fingers, “I’m gonna change.” He loosened his tie and made his way to his room, locking the door after him.
Usopp listened for the click of the lock and smirked a knowing grin to Nami as he leaned in closer to her. “So Zoro’s working tonight huh?”
Nami grinned at him, cocking her head to the side and raising her arm to rest it on the headrest of the couch as she leaned back. “Of course.”
He laughed, turning his attention back to the T.V. “Figures. I’ve never seen you order so much pizza.”
She raised one shoulder and lowered it again. “Gotta get his attention somehow.”
Luffy, who had gone back to lying on the floor like drunkard after hearing his pizza was ordered, crawled to where she was sitting, looking like he had absolutely no energy left. He placed his chin on her laptop that was still placed on her lap with his face inches away from the screen, eying the special directions box. “What are you typing in there?”
Nami giggled, finishing typing. “Something. I’m going to make him tell him he loves me.”
Usopp caught this, turning to look at her, arching an eyebrow in question. “How are you gonna do that?”
“You know the box where you give them special directions, like the code for the apartment gate?”
Luffy nodded, his chin hitting her leg as he nodded enthusiastically while Usopp nodded slowly, trying to catch her drift. The woman was just full of devious surprises. “Yeah?”
“I put the code in, but I also put that he has to tell me he loves me.”
“Can you do that?” Usopp asked skeptically.
“You can write whatever you want.” She gave him a look like he was retarded. She then giggled again, “It’s his job anyways.”
Luffy laughed, a bit of energy returning to him over Nami’s idea. He fell back to the floor on his back, “he’s gonna be so mad.”
“Screw Zoro,” Usopp said, he jerked his thumb towards Sanji’s closed door, “he’s gonna be mad.”
Nami shrugged, finishing her order. “He’ll live.”
Usopp and Luffy laughed to themselves as Nami placed her laptop on the coffee table and turned the screen towards Luffy, “here, you can see the development of your beloved food on the pizza tracker. Knock yourself out.”
During the time the waited for their dinner to arrive Luffy had his ankles over his thighs as he crossed his legs Indian style in front of Nami’s laptop, happily announcing the status of the pizzas.
When he saw that the pizzas were being delivered he jumped up and gripped Sanji’s shoulders, who had emerged from his room some time ago in casual clothing, which did it’s share in freaking everyone out, no one having seen him in anything besides a suit. “Sanji! It’s being delivered! It’s being delivered! It’s almost here!”
Sanji shrugged out of his hold, “I heard you the first time.” He stepped back, his eardrums still ringing from Luffy’s excited yells.
Nami, who had joined Usopp in watching T.V. since giving up her laptop for Luffy to stare at, got up from the couch, stretching her arms over her head. “I should change into something more comfy too.”
With that she headed towards her room. Sanji sat on the floor, leaning his back against the couch where Usopp sat, not really paying attention to the T.V. “Why does she keep ordering pizza? That means we have to see that moss ball.” He asked himself aloud.
Usopp snickered, but looked the other way when Sanji looked at him questioningly. No need to get into beef with the man.
There was a knock on there door, saving Usopp from Sanji’s questioning glare, and made Luffy jump up from his place on the floor with excitement, springing to life just with the promise of food. He made a run for the door but was stopped when Sanji grabbed the back of his shirt, “I’ll get it.” He moved past him to answer the door, “don’t want you tackling Zoro again and making him drop the food like last time.”
“That was only one time Sanji!”
“Yeah,” Sanji yelled over his shoulder, “but it’s still a waste of food.”
He opened the door and he saw Zoro, his mortal enemy of sorts. His joker to his batman. He looked him up and down, not quite greeting him though when he met Zoro’s eyes, there was a slight panic in them and he saw some of the color drain from Zoro’s face.
“Please tell me you’re not the one who wants to hear it.”
Sanji raised an eyebrow, looking perplexed at the marimo. “The fuck are you talking about moss ball?” he asked, all sort of patience and hospitable warmth he had gone.
Zoro felt relief wash over in waves. Good, if he didn’t have to say it to that dumbass all was well with the world again. Luffy appeared at Sanji’s side, nearly pushing him out the way, “hey Zoro! You have the pizzas for me?”
“Hey Luffy,” Zoro smirked at him. He didn’t even have to hand over the stacks of boxes to him since Luffy reached for them and took them in his arms with the care a father would for his newborn. He didn’t really see why Luffy asked if he had his food when it was in clear plain sight. And he took them away before he could answer too.
Usopp appeared at the doorway as well, flipping open the boxes while Luffy held them, trying to find his own pizza. He waved at Zoro after finding his own, “hey Zoro! How’s it going?”
Zoro shrugged, “fine.”
Sanji was still in the doorway, watching him like the vulture that he was. “What did you mean before algae brains?”
Zoro didn’t really plan on telling him. It wasn’t his damn business to begin with. “Forgot.”
And there it was. That twitch of the curly brow. He was smiling inside.
Sanji gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. Nami was peering over his shoulder, probably standing on her tippy toes to look over and smile at Zoro. “Hey Zoro.”
Zoro fixed her a with a pointed look, “Nami.” That woman was unpredictable in the sense that no one knew the extent of the damage she could cause. The only thing predictable about her was that she was out to cause trouble.
Nami lightly pushed at Sanji’s shoulders, “excuse me Sanji-kun, I need to pay.”
Sanji gladly moved over, never one to disobey a command from a woman.
“Sixty seven dollars,” Zoro said, knowing she was up to something. He also had a nagging feeling that request was from her. Maybe if he were boring and dull enough she would forget. “And forty eight cents.”
Nami grinned at him as she grabbed her wallet from the tale near the door, “you should be nicer you know, I could send in a complaint.”
“Witch woman,” Zoro glared. “You wouldn’t.” He hoped.
Nami laughed, taking out four twenties from her wallet -never having any bill smaller than that from what Zoro observed- and handing them over.
Zoro grumbled, and after doing some math in his head he handed the change back to her and noticed Luffy and Usopp peering over the couch, spying on them. The idiots probably thought he couldn’t see them. How Usopp thought he could conceal his long nose was beyond him.
“You’re terrible at hiding long nose. You too Luffy.”
Luffy then stuck out his head completely, sitting up on his knees on the couch and flashed him a smile, “well, aren’t you gonna tell her Zoro?”
Sanji, who had been leaning on the kitchen counter and having a smoke, probably trying to look cool like those losers who went to coffee shops to read a book and look like they wanted to be left alone, raised an eyebrow, the statement having caught his attention. “Tell her what?”
Usopp, feeling courageous now that Luffy spoke up first, sat up on the couch to be in full view as well. And with a puff of his chest, trying to look sure of himself, said, “he’s supposed to tell Nami something.”
Nami hadn’t said anything the entire time, just smiled at Zoro in a sweet way that made him anxious like a junkie without drugs. Zoro was feeling that as well as angry towards Luffy and Usopp for bringing it up and pissed at the stupid cook for sticking his nose in other people’s business, and of course Nami. She was to blame.
“Well?” Nami asked; she leaned in closer, practically singing, “I’m waiting.”
Zoro glared at Luffy and Usopp, “I hate you both.”
Luffy continued to grin like he had scored a free meal at a buffet while Usopp gulped, lowering his body a little to hide himself behind the couch.
Zoro turned back to Nami and grunted. He felt his shoulders tense and relax again. He took a deep breath before lowering his head a little, muttering under his breath, “I love you.”
Sanji’s cigarette fell out of his mouth, then he bent down to grab, patting down his shirt and the carpet from the ashes. Luffy and Usopp were laughing madly, falling on the floor and rolling, wiping the tears form their eyes. Nami just smiled wider, showing off pearly white teeth and looking like she had the winning lottery ticket.
Sanji was at her side in that instant, “what did you say to Nami-swan?!!” he demanded to know.
Zoro didn’t get a chance to say anything when Nami blew Zoro a kiss, “love you too.”
“What?!!” Sanji bellowed, his eye looking on the verge of popping right out of its socket.
Zoro started sputtering, getting flustered at not being able to form a coherent sentence then lowered his head in an attempt to conceal his face. “I have to go!” he said, stalking off towards where he parked his car.
“Zoro,” Nami called after him, “wait!” She placed her hand on the doorframe, going out to call after him.
“What?!” he yelled louder than he had to, jerking himself around widely to look at her. He looked bewildered and a little nuts at the moment, his sanity barely there.
Nami didn’t mind, just smiled, “the parking lot is that way.” She pointed in the opposite direction in which he was going.
Zoro sputtered again, and hated himself for looking like he had a speech impediment then stalked off to where she pointed. When he walked past her he heard her giggling.
“Have a good night Zoro.”
He stopped, not daring to turn around lest something bad happen. His shoulders relaxed and he muttered, “you too.”
Nami smiled, watching him walk off and closed the door. She saw Sanji crying over the counter, hiding his face in his folded arms, his shoulders heaving with haggard cries, his depression getting worst by the minute.
Luffy was stuffing his face with the meat pizza, talking with his mouth full, “that was funny Nami.”
Usopp grinned too, “Did you see how flustered he was?”
Nami laughed lightly, sitting on the couch, taking a slice, “it was worth it.” She looked over, seeing Sanji. She smiled softly, “Sanji-kun, come eat with us.”
“What’s the point,” he sniffed, his voice thick with misery, “you don’t love me anymore.”
Not that she ever did love him. But let the fool have his delusions. Nami smirked, “you can sit next to me.” She patted the spot on the couch next to her.
He was at her side in an instant, his despair all gone and replaced with bliss on the ridiculous and irrational level, “Nami-swan!”
Luffy finished his first box, reaching for the second one, “hey Nami, can we have pizza tomorrow?”
Sanji yelled instantly, “hell no! I’m cooking from now on! There will be no more marimos coming over with declarations of love.”
Usopp muttered under his breath, “God knows we all hear them enough.”
Nami smiled, “sure. I’m in a spending mood.”
Usopp and Luffy cheered while Sanji sulking, crying as he ate his slice of pizza.
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END
A.N. I usually base my fan fic’s are loosely on my own personal experiences; but this is based off of my friend’s. She lives upstate and I visited her a few weeks back and stayed at her place for a few days, and everyday she ordered pizza and made the delivery guy tell her he loved her. Conceited woman.
Never had so much pizza and beer in my life…but I love that stuff so I didn’t mind.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Nami
Word Count: 2,000
Rating: PG
Summary: Nami finds an interesting way to get Zoro to tell her he loves her.
[--]
“Are you sure Nami-swan?” he asked. “I can cook something, you really don’t have to-”
“Hush Sanji-kun,” Nami said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.
He was peering over her shoulder as she sat on the couch, legs extended with her laptop placed on her legs as she made orders for pizza.
“I can cook you anything you like dearest. Anything at all.” He said in a vain attempt to change her mind. He felt uneasy with her ordering food. He wanted to cook, needed to cook. And he usually did, every night when he got off of work. But he came home to find out she was ordering food, pizza of all things. The unhealthy circle of grease, swimming in fat from melted cheese and fat from slaughtered animals.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, “no need Sanji-kun, you cook almost everyday for us, you should take a break. Besides, Usopp and Luffy are in the mood for pizza.”
Sanji wasn’t exactly comfortable with that, but he relented, adding meekly, “Ok then.”
Luffy was lying spread out on the floor of the living room like a starfish with drool escaping the corners of his mouth. His black hair covered his eyes and his trademark scandals for once not on his feet but scattered around the apartment. “So,” he moaned out, “hungry.”
“Shut up Luffy,” Nami said.
Living in an apartment full of boys-not quite men yet- she quickly learned to take charge of things and to never put up with their Mickey Mouse bullshit. Sanji never objected, always at her command but if Luffy and Usopp would ever even dare to complain she usually beat the shit out of them. It was solely because of her that the place wasn’t a mad house infested with cockroaches with underwear lying in all sorts of places like it had the great potential of being. She looked at Usopp, sitting next to her on the couch by her feet watching T.V. He had the remote in hand, flipping the channels, skipping over all the horror movies and trying to find a decent comedy. “What pizza do you want?” she asked him.
Usopp stopped what he was doing to consider. Finally he shrugged, “Hawaiian.”
He went back to looking at the T.V. and flipped through some more channels.
Luffy sat up suddenly, a little more life evident on his features as he yelled, “Nami! Make mine have lots of meat!”
“Yeah, yeah I got it.”
It was the first one she ordered, Luffy was the easiest one to guess. Nami looked up at Sanji, who still was leaning over her, his arms crossed on the head of the couch, standing casually as he looked over her shoulder, “and for you Sanji-kun?”
His face lit up to a brilliant smile. “Whatever you decide for me is best!”
Nami rolled her eyes, going back to laptop and placing an order for her and Sanji’s pizza.
Sanji saw her put in an order for a pepperoni pizza; it wasn’t his favorite but he didn’t object. He yawned then, covering his mouth he said through pale fingers, “I’m gonna change.” He loosened his tie and made his way to his room, locking the door after him.
Usopp listened for the click of the lock and smirked a knowing grin to Nami as he leaned in closer to her. “So Zoro’s working tonight huh?”
Nami grinned at him, cocking her head to the side and raising her arm to rest it on the headrest of the couch as she leaned back. “Of course.”
He laughed, turning his attention back to the T.V. “Figures. I’ve never seen you order so much pizza.”
She raised one shoulder and lowered it again. “Gotta get his attention somehow.”
Luffy, who had gone back to lying on the floor like drunkard after hearing his pizza was ordered, crawled to where she was sitting, looking like he had absolutely no energy left. He placed his chin on her laptop that was still placed on her lap with his face inches away from the screen, eying the special directions box. “What are you typing in there?”
Nami giggled, finishing typing. “Something. I’m going to make him tell him he loves me.”
Usopp caught this, turning to look at her, arching an eyebrow in question. “How are you gonna do that?”
“You know the box where you give them special directions, like the code for the apartment gate?”
Luffy nodded, his chin hitting her leg as he nodded enthusiastically while Usopp nodded slowly, trying to catch her drift. The woman was just full of devious surprises. “Yeah?”
“I put the code in, but I also put that he has to tell me he loves me.”
“Can you do that?” Usopp asked skeptically.
“You can write whatever you want.” She gave him a look like he was retarded. She then giggled again, “It’s his job anyways.”
Luffy laughed, a bit of energy returning to him over Nami’s idea. He fell back to the floor on his back, “he’s gonna be so mad.”
“Screw Zoro,” Usopp said, he jerked his thumb towards Sanji’s closed door, “he’s gonna be mad.”
Nami shrugged, finishing her order. “He’ll live.”
Usopp and Luffy laughed to themselves as Nami placed her laptop on the coffee table and turned the screen towards Luffy, “here, you can see the development of your beloved food on the pizza tracker. Knock yourself out.”
During the time the waited for their dinner to arrive Luffy had his ankles over his thighs as he crossed his legs Indian style in front of Nami’s laptop, happily announcing the status of the pizzas.
When he saw that the pizzas were being delivered he jumped up and gripped Sanji’s shoulders, who had emerged from his room some time ago in casual clothing, which did it’s share in freaking everyone out, no one having seen him in anything besides a suit. “Sanji! It’s being delivered! It’s being delivered! It’s almost here!”
Sanji shrugged out of his hold, “I heard you the first time.” He stepped back, his eardrums still ringing from Luffy’s excited yells.
Nami, who had joined Usopp in watching T.V. since giving up her laptop for Luffy to stare at, got up from the couch, stretching her arms over her head. “I should change into something more comfy too.”
With that she headed towards her room. Sanji sat on the floor, leaning his back against the couch where Usopp sat, not really paying attention to the T.V. “Why does she keep ordering pizza? That means we have to see that moss ball.” He asked himself aloud.
Usopp snickered, but looked the other way when Sanji looked at him questioningly. No need to get into beef with the man.
There was a knock on there door, saving Usopp from Sanji’s questioning glare, and made Luffy jump up from his place on the floor with excitement, springing to life just with the promise of food. He made a run for the door but was stopped when Sanji grabbed the back of his shirt, “I’ll get it.” He moved past him to answer the door, “don’t want you tackling Zoro again and making him drop the food like last time.”
“That was only one time Sanji!”
“Yeah,” Sanji yelled over his shoulder, “but it’s still a waste of food.”
He opened the door and he saw Zoro, his mortal enemy of sorts. His joker to his batman. He looked him up and down, not quite greeting him though when he met Zoro’s eyes, there was a slight panic in them and he saw some of the color drain from Zoro’s face.
“Please tell me you’re not the one who wants to hear it.”
Sanji raised an eyebrow, looking perplexed at the marimo. “The fuck are you talking about moss ball?” he asked, all sort of patience and hospitable warmth he had gone.
Zoro felt relief wash over in waves. Good, if he didn’t have to say it to that dumbass all was well with the world again. Luffy appeared at Sanji’s side, nearly pushing him out the way, “hey Zoro! You have the pizzas for me?”
“Hey Luffy,” Zoro smirked at him. He didn’t even have to hand over the stacks of boxes to him since Luffy reached for them and took them in his arms with the care a father would for his newborn. He didn’t really see why Luffy asked if he had his food when it was in clear plain sight. And he took them away before he could answer too.
Usopp appeared at the doorway as well, flipping open the boxes while Luffy held them, trying to find his own pizza. He waved at Zoro after finding his own, “hey Zoro! How’s it going?”
Zoro shrugged, “fine.”
Sanji was still in the doorway, watching him like the vulture that he was. “What did you mean before algae brains?”
Zoro didn’t really plan on telling him. It wasn’t his damn business to begin with. “Forgot.”
And there it was. That twitch of the curly brow. He was smiling inside.
Sanji gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. Nami was peering over his shoulder, probably standing on her tippy toes to look over and smile at Zoro. “Hey Zoro.”
Zoro fixed her a with a pointed look, “Nami.” That woman was unpredictable in the sense that no one knew the extent of the damage she could cause. The only thing predictable about her was that she was out to cause trouble.
Nami lightly pushed at Sanji’s shoulders, “excuse me Sanji-kun, I need to pay.”
Sanji gladly moved over, never one to disobey a command from a woman.
“Sixty seven dollars,” Zoro said, knowing she was up to something. He also had a nagging feeling that request was from her. Maybe if he were boring and dull enough she would forget. “And forty eight cents.”
Nami grinned at him as she grabbed her wallet from the tale near the door, “you should be nicer you know, I could send in a complaint.”
“Witch woman,” Zoro glared. “You wouldn’t.” He hoped.
Nami laughed, taking out four twenties from her wallet -never having any bill smaller than that from what Zoro observed- and handing them over.
Zoro grumbled, and after doing some math in his head he handed the change back to her and noticed Luffy and Usopp peering over the couch, spying on them. The idiots probably thought he couldn’t see them. How Usopp thought he could conceal his long nose was beyond him.
“You’re terrible at hiding long nose. You too Luffy.”
Luffy then stuck out his head completely, sitting up on his knees on the couch and flashed him a smile, “well, aren’t you gonna tell her Zoro?”
Sanji, who had been leaning on the kitchen counter and having a smoke, probably trying to look cool like those losers who went to coffee shops to read a book and look like they wanted to be left alone, raised an eyebrow, the statement having caught his attention. “Tell her what?”
Usopp, feeling courageous now that Luffy spoke up first, sat up on the couch to be in full view as well. And with a puff of his chest, trying to look sure of himself, said, “he’s supposed to tell Nami something.”
Nami hadn’t said anything the entire time, just smiled at Zoro in a sweet way that made him anxious like a junkie without drugs. Zoro was feeling that as well as angry towards Luffy and Usopp for bringing it up and pissed at the stupid cook for sticking his nose in other people’s business, and of course Nami. She was to blame.
“Well?” Nami asked; she leaned in closer, practically singing, “I’m waiting.”
Zoro glared at Luffy and Usopp, “I hate you both.”
Luffy continued to grin like he had scored a free meal at a buffet while Usopp gulped, lowering his body a little to hide himself behind the couch.
Zoro turned back to Nami and grunted. He felt his shoulders tense and relax again. He took a deep breath before lowering his head a little, muttering under his breath, “I love you.”
Sanji’s cigarette fell out of his mouth, then he bent down to grab, patting down his shirt and the carpet from the ashes. Luffy and Usopp were laughing madly, falling on the floor and rolling, wiping the tears form their eyes. Nami just smiled wider, showing off pearly white teeth and looking like she had the winning lottery ticket.
Sanji was at her side in that instant, “what did you say to Nami-swan?!!” he demanded to know.
Zoro didn’t get a chance to say anything when Nami blew Zoro a kiss, “love you too.”
“What?!!” Sanji bellowed, his eye looking on the verge of popping right out of its socket.
Zoro started sputtering, getting flustered at not being able to form a coherent sentence then lowered his head in an attempt to conceal his face. “I have to go!” he said, stalking off towards where he parked his car.
“Zoro,” Nami called after him, “wait!” She placed her hand on the doorframe, going out to call after him.
“What?!” he yelled louder than he had to, jerking himself around widely to look at her. He looked bewildered and a little nuts at the moment, his sanity barely there.
Nami didn’t mind, just smiled, “the parking lot is that way.” She pointed in the opposite direction in which he was going.
Zoro sputtered again, and hated himself for looking like he had a speech impediment then stalked off to where she pointed. When he walked past her he heard her giggling.
“Have a good night Zoro.”
He stopped, not daring to turn around lest something bad happen. His shoulders relaxed and he muttered, “you too.”
Nami smiled, watching him walk off and closed the door. She saw Sanji crying over the counter, hiding his face in his folded arms, his shoulders heaving with haggard cries, his depression getting worst by the minute.
Luffy was stuffing his face with the meat pizza, talking with his mouth full, “that was funny Nami.”
Usopp grinned too, “Did you see how flustered he was?”
Nami laughed lightly, sitting on the couch, taking a slice, “it was worth it.” She looked over, seeing Sanji. She smiled softly, “Sanji-kun, come eat with us.”
“What’s the point,” he sniffed, his voice thick with misery, “you don’t love me anymore.”
Not that she ever did love him. But let the fool have his delusions. Nami smirked, “you can sit next to me.” She patted the spot on the couch next to her.
He was at her side in an instant, his despair all gone and replaced with bliss on the ridiculous and irrational level, “Nami-swan!”
Luffy finished his first box, reaching for the second one, “hey Nami, can we have pizza tomorrow?”
Sanji yelled instantly, “hell no! I’m cooking from now on! There will be no more marimos coming over with declarations of love.”
Usopp muttered under his breath, “God knows we all hear them enough.”
Nami smiled, “sure. I’m in a spending mood.”
Usopp and Luffy cheered while Sanji sulking, crying as he ate his slice of pizza.
[--]
END
A.N. I usually base my fan fic’s are loosely on my own personal experiences; but this is based off of my friend’s. She lives upstate and I visited her a few weeks back and stayed at her place for a few days, and everyday she ordered pizza and made the delivery guy tell her he loved her. Conceited woman.
Never had so much pizza and beer in my life…but I love that stuff so I didn’t mind.