Me: A Songfic ^.^ Boy Like You by Ke$ha, and I got the idea from a AMV on youtube. Just type in "Boy like you zosan" and you'll find it on a Katerina Roronoa page.

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What do I do with a boy like you?

Like-like you?

What do I do with you?

What do I do with a boy like you? (What do I do with a boy like you? L-like you?)

Blackleg Sanji was sick and tired of his best friend. Granted, he actually wasn't, but he damn well just told Zoro that. They always fought, whether it be arguments or with their fists (in Sanji's case, legs), they both knew the other didn't mean it. It was for their enjoyment only, and maybe a bit of encouragement for a fantasy (again the one and only perverted Sanji). But today, Sanji guessed he took it too far.

A woman cleared her throat irritably, snapping the cook out of his trance. "Oh, yes. I'm sorry, Madame. You were saying?" Sanji pressed. Said woman scoffed with a flick of her raven black hair in his face, standing up and heading for the door as she did so. Thirty dollars were left on the table in front of him, but no tip. Sanji cursed himself for missing out on a money opportunity, striding back to the chaotic kitchen of the Baratie, a seafood restaurant his father owned. Did he want to spend every moment of every day side by side with his old man? Hell no, Sanji was a party kind of guy. There was nothing like a good smoke while having beautiful girls dance around him, or possibly on him. The blonde used to spend his day off's endlessly thinking about that, or doing that, but ever since Zoro showed up in his life (about five months ago), those dirty thoughts have been mostly directed at the moss head. Sanji had no problem with his attraction towards the green haired man, in fact he desperately wanted their friendship to blossom into something much more. Something sweeter, nicer, sexier-

"OI! YOU DAMN EGGPLANT, STOP SPACING OUT IN MY KITCHEN!"

And possibly moving in with Zoro and getting out of this hellhole.

Their argument was still fresh in Sanji's mind as he washed filthy plates, pans, and pots. The sad look on Zoro's face after he said "I'm sick and tired or your dumbass" was quickly dissolved into anger as he stormed out of Sanji's apartment building. What he did after he left his place, the blonde didn't know and probably never would if he didn't apologise. Zoro was so damn stubborn though, simply apologizing wouldn't work. The bastard always had to drag things out like Sanji was immortal and could wait an eternity for him. Well, shocking news for Roronoa; he didn't. He was straightforward and to the point. And frankly, at that time, he fucking meant it. But he hadn't really meant it.

The cook sighed, hastily finished the rest of the dishes and darted out of the building. He could faintly hear his dad yelling at him as he sprinted lightly on his toes, but he wasn't worried about that right now. He needed to clear his head, he needed to find a way to relax, and most of all, a cigarette.

H{}H

Zeff told Sanji that if he ever chain smoked, he'd kick his peg leg as far as humanly possible up his scrawny ass, which never stopped the blonde from disobeying. His fourth cigarette was just starting to calm his nerves, but he felt his body tensing with anger all over again. Why was he so annoyed that Zoro was hurt? Sure, he cared for him a lot, more than a normal best friend should, but he felt he was going a little overboard with the situation. The hurt expression that brightly glowed on Zoro's usually happy, gorgeous face made Sanji think he deserved to get shot in the head. No, getting shot felt too good for him. He felt like he needed to neutered. Yes, that's how bad he felt.

If Zoro was so sad about something so small, did that mean he might have feelings for the cook too? Did he have a slim chance to date Zoro? A small flutter of hope danced onto his heart for a moment before completely leaving. Sanji groaned loudly, echoing throughout the small space, neighbours be damned. If he got rejected, it'd probably screw up his mind worse than it already is. The blonde had to face the facts; he was head over heels for Roronoa Zoro, the most egotistical, sarcastic asshole in all of Grand Lineville. Right behind him, that is.

A sudden knock on his door startled him, causing him to drop his cigarette butt onto the carpet. Good thing it was already put out. Whoever this person is better have a damn good excuse for almost setting the building on fire. Sanji stumbled to the door, and his long hour of thinking came back in one word. In the threshold, Zoro was standing lazily and staring him directly in the eyes. Sanji couldn't grasp the man's emotion from his face or body language because it was so dull, too deadpanned. He didn't seem to be mad, but the other was good at being neutral.

"Shit," was all Sanji breathed. Zoro raised a slim eyebrow at him in confusion, making his way past the frozen chef into the apartment. Sanji noticed something sparkle in Zoro's hand as he flopped down onto the plush couch. The marimo gave him the usual uninterested look before grinning deviously, waving the DVD back and forth in the air. Sanji thought of two possibilities: Zoro apparently wasn't mad anymore, or he was and making him watch Howard The Duck was his way of revenge. Either way, Sanji was obviously going to hurt.

"What the fuck is this?" the blonde blurted out, catching the way Zoro's face fell into annoyance. Oh, so now he wants to show his feelings? What the hell does the moss-for-brains have to be mad about?

"What's wrong with it?" the swordsman asked curiously. Sanji couldn't believe he was just asked that question. The guy seriously wanted to watch the bad movie, didn't he?

"It doesn't make any damn sense," the blonde explained, "How the hell can a recliner do that?" Zoro's small grin widened noticeably as he stood up. Sanji thought he was going to get punch for insulting the movie (and also because the other probably wanted to do it this morning), but he was wrong. He was dead reason was so far off that the sun and Mars seemed closer by comparison. The marimo stood up and started to quietly hum. Sanji gave him an indecisive glance when the other began to smoothly sway his body to the hum's beat.

"You ain't got the class, boy, you ain't in his league~! So don't you try and tell me that you've got the things I need, huh~," the marimo's off-key singing was hysterical, but Sanji did his best to stay silent. He had no idea whether he actually had his heart set on this movie, or if he was just being silly. Risking it didn't seem like a good idea.

"This guy's ORIGINAL, he's got the JUICE. Well, hey, look out, world! The duck is on the loose, right," Zoro slowly made his way over to Sanji as he sung terribly, moving his hips in a way that he thought had rhythm, but didn't actually go with the beat. The blonde's mind was torn in between extreme amusement and stuck in the gutter. It was normal to picture your best friend doing that on you, right? He wasn't the only one; he was positive girls did it with their guy friends...right?

Sanji's chest was starting to hurt with all the laughter he held in. He still didn't know if Zoro was doing this deliberately or not. The swordsman was just inches away from his face now, his hips still continuing their ridiculously hilarious snapping side to side movements in a poor attempt to dance, and all Sanji could do was stare intensely. Zoro paused, placing his large hands on top of Sanji's shoulders almost lovingly, leaning in closer to the other's face before speaking normally, "Quack, quack, quack."

The blonde was howling with laughter, the wall of worry temporarily broken as Zoro laughed along with him. It died down after a short minute, and the cook decided that seeing the marimo sing along to the real beat would be priceless. Unfortunately, he agreed to watch the nonsensical film, popping it in the DVD player before sitting beside the giddy swordsman. Sanji noted that their outer, jean-covered thighs were touching, immediately telling his brain to calm down; that it was just a simple brush of the...pants. He needed a quick distraction before the movie officially started, but there was nothing to do or discuss.

"Are you still mad?" the blonde said, mentally kicking himself. Not that topic, anything but that topic. Zoro gave him a quizzical side glance before returning to the T.V. "What are you talking about, shit-cook? What would I be made about?" the swordsman said flatly. Sanji could tell he wasn't hiding the real reason, he honestly had no idea what he meant. What the actual hell happened earlier then?

"This morning? When I said I was sick and tired of you? I didn't mean it..." Zoro scowled at him as he waved the issue away by watching Howard shoot through his roof. Sanji growled lowly; he's been worried for this asshole and he didn't even feel hurt?

"Then why the hell did you run out of here so damn fast?" Sanji snarled.

"Oh, that. 'Cause I just remembered that I let Franky borrow the movie. I was planning on surprising you by bringing it over. Now, shh," Zoro clarified. The swordsman slowly leaned against Sanji's shoulder, almost uncertainly, and eased back further into the couch. Sanji's eyes widened; this was much more than just friendly accidental touches. Did Zoro really feel something for him, too?

"Damn it, asshole, I asked you to pass me my phone," Zoro's body heat was ripped away as he sat up, now with his flip phone in his hand. Their legs weren't even brushing against each other anymore. Sanji sighed audibly, but the marimo didn't pay him any attention. The sudden urge to risk his precious hands by punching the hell out of Zoro grew stronger with each idiotic thing the damned duck sprouted from his beak. He just couldn't bring himself to do it though, and not because he didn't want a sprained wrist either.

Beside him, a small murmur of "Ooh, get that planet on the phone, ain't no time to waste. Ooh, tell'em he ain't coming home. Ooh, done joined the human race~! Call him Howard the DUCK~!" was timed exactly with the movie, only more enthusiastic sounding.

What was he going to do with him?