Ok, vacation is over now..well, it will be when I post this. As I'm writing it isn't..and is...but whatever. It's one am, you know what that means….Chapter time! Please enjoy~
Tomorrow
What day was tomorrow?
It'd been the fastest week of his life…week?! Yeah…He broke up with Vivi on Tuesday; Luffy asked him out on Wednesday; Thursday the blond teen was invited to dinner at Luffy's house and the other found out he was lying; Friday was a day of avoidance and agreement; meaning…meaning he agreed to see Luffy on Saturday.
Sanji sighed.
It's not like he minded seeing the other teen outside of school, it's just that he wasn't planning to leave the house Saturday. He was going to relax and…decompress. He liked Luffy, honestly. But anyone who ever met the obsidian haired teen knew how energetic and excited he was all the time. One person can only take so much…
The teen was brought out of his thoughts when he saw a very small black shape move quickly across his face.
A fly.
Well that's annoying, but he figured he'd get it lat-
Sanji was cut off once again when an irritating buzzing commenced, annoying the hell out of him.
He frowned. The damn thing went out of it's way to land on his shoulder and keep it's fucking wings going? Why did there always have to be something to keep him awake? Why?
The blond got out of bed, stirring the fly in the process, and opened the door with a soft creak.
"Shoo, fly," Sanji whispered as he made a gesture to wave the fly out of the room and into the hall. After seeing the menace with wings shove itself out the door (metaphorically, of course), the cook went back and crawled into the warm cocoon that was his bed. Sighing when the blond headed teen attempted and failed to fall asleep several times, he checked the time.
"Three forty seven," the cook groaned and covered his face with his hand. Deciding he should go get a glass of water or some sort of beverage to calm himself down long enough to sleep, Sanji pushed himself off the bed and commenced walking over and opening the door before heading down to the kitchen.
The blond opened the door to the pitch black room but walked in as if it was lightened as he knew his way around.
Pouring himself a glass of water, Sanji turned around to go sit at the table.
The cook turned on the tall lamp that sat next to the table and sat down.
"I can already feel a long day coming on," the teen groaned, setting the now-empty glass down on the table and slouching back into the slightly-uncomfortable chair.
Deciding he should get to bed before his brain decided to bombard him with bad memories or theories about his irrational fears, the cook shuffled his way lazily back down the hall in the direction of his room. While his hand was on the doorknob and ready to enter the room to fall back onto the mountain of warm - possibly now cool - sheets and pillows, he couldn't help but notice the slightly dim yellow light emitting from the door's crack belonging to the room at the end of the hall; Zeff's office.
groaning while letting his head fall back between his shoulders for dramatic effect, the blond walked slowly down the fairly long distance (for a hallway) to turn off the light that his father had so carelessly left on. He pushed to door open to find Zeff with his head down on a mess of papers and pens, sleeping.
Sanji chuckled as he flipped the light off and shut the door. Sighing and lightly shaking his head, the blond made his way back to his room. A long day it would be, indeed.
Alright, super short chapter. Come at me with your kunais and katanas. I deserve it :c Hope you liked the chapter ^^ Reviewing makes me write faster (aka, they guilt me into writing the day I see them)! Thanks for reading :P