Hn. My obsession wit SanUso is spreading…spreading…like a virus. Sounds icky don't it? okaiz let's hit it!

To Meet Again

It'd been a whole weekend. A whole weekend. That's two days. Two days with nothing but memories and fierce anticipation and determination. Zoro had called him around ten that morning after Usopp had left, demanding to know where he'd gone, with whom, and how good it was.

Sanji replied with, Home, A hot guy, and better than he'd ever be. Normal day. After Zoro explained in detail how he almost got clocked by a girl with blue hair for touching her girlfriend, he started to tell how Nami broke the bluenette's heart in front of a huge crowd and latched onto him, calling him her boyfriend. Of course Sanji laughed his little blonde ass off.

Enough of Zoro's fucked weekend. Sanji was on a damned mission. In his determined mind finding one boy in a school of over 2500 students shouldn't be this hard. (My school has about 3000 kids in it. Yea. VERY crowded) But that's just him. He could wait till history class, which was his last class. The blonde cackled madly. At the end of the day? Sanji didn't think so.

Right before they parted ways at school, Zoro had told him he was acting like a stalker. Sanji patted his breast pocket for a cigarette. Stalker my ass. He was concerned. He turned a corner and waved to some girls absent-mindedly. After writing his number down and not getting a call all weekend must've made him think Sanji was a bastard. Hmm…

Twisting through the growing crowd and trudging up the stairs the blonde found himself on the third floor. Not as crowded as the first two floors, but annoying just the same.

After staring at every dark haired boy he could see, and not finding Usopp, he gave up. He'd have to wait till the end of the day. Damn.It.

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"I'm not sulking" Nami tapped Usopp in the head with a pen.

"Are too"

"Are not"

"You are so sulking"

"Am NOT!"

"If I say you're sulking, YOU'RE SULKING!"

The artist backed down. Damn Nami…and her scary loud voice…

Luffy tilted his straw hat upwards as he looked through Usopp's sketch pad. Stopping at a page Luffy pointed "Wow. You outdid yourself this time buddy" "Lemme see" Nami snatched the book and Luffy howled at a paper cut. Tea brown eyes scanned the page and widened slightly. "Oh Usopp, Luffy's right! You went all out in this one." Pointing at the figure on the bed in the picture she asked "Is that the guy you left with? Sandwich or something?" Taking his book back Usopp muttered "Its Sanji, not Sandwich. And yes and I did leave with him."

Sticking her tongue out at him, Nami took Luffy's hat. "You know it's not dress code. And neither is that!" She pointed at the green bandana Usopp prepared to tie on his head. "We don't care about the dress code! And it seems you don't either" Luffy pointed at the red head's too short skirt. Blushing a bit, Nami stuttered "Mine isn't as noticeable! Hats and bandana's are not dress code. And it's unfashionable anyway. Luffy it's a straw hat, and Usopp, your bandana is green. No fashion sense at all."

While Luffy and Nami bickered about dress codes and fashion, which he found boring yet funny, his thoughts drifted towards Sanji and what conspired in his apartment.

He hadn't gotten a call from him all weekend. Not that he was expecting it, because he wasn't. Liar…Usopp hadn't really expected a call, but he'd been hoping. Sanji must not find him attractive. That thought made his shoulders sag as he leaned against his locker. Maybe no, maybe so. But he seemed so interested in me. I thought he'd call. I guess not.

He probably ignored the number he wrote on his hand and forgot he ever met him. Usopp chuckled. It wasn't like Sanji had accidentally washed it off. Only an idiot would do that. The dark haired boy laughed outright. That's it. He didn't wash off his number by accident. He just didn't care, didn't like him, and didn't think he was special. Sanji wasn't that stupid to wash it off by accident. Was he?

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To Sanji's amazement and delight, he didn't have to wait till lunch to see Usopp again.

On his way to lunch he saw that slender figure leaning on some lockers talking to the redhead and the other boy from Friday night. Perfect…

As he was making his way towards them, he noticed that the redhead saw him, who poked the other boy, which caught Usopp's attention. Sanji smiled when his eyes met Usopp's, and his smile only grew when he blushed. The red head tugged the boy with the straw hat and dragged him away, smirking.

It didn't cross the blonde's mind about what he was going to do until he stopped in front of the tanned boy. What was he doing anyway? What could he say? 'I think you're wonderful but I accidentally washed your number off my hand' Lame. He'd probably think he was an idiot. Still…the truth was the truth…basically he had no other excuses.

"I didn't call" wonderful start. Usopp looked away. "I know. It's ok. I didn't expect you to call anyway" Sanji snorted and took out a cigarette. "Let's go to the field"

Side by side they walked outside and sat on the bleachers of the football field. A few minutes of calm silence passed by. "You lied" Usopp looked confused. "If you hadn't expected me to call, you wouldn't have wrote it in the first place" Head bowed, the artist looked sheepish "I guess so" Sanji lit the 'cancer stick' and exhaled deeply. "It doesn't matter" Sanji gulped. "I accidentally washed off your number that morning"

Sanji immediately snubbed out his cigarette when Usopp started coughing. He thumped the dark skinned boy on the back. "You ok?" "Yeah" "Was it the smoke?" "No, not really" When the raven haired boy coughed, Sanji had the suspicion that it was a disguised giggle.

After that, they talked and talked. They mostly talked about that night. The blonde couldn't stop staring as Usopp described in detail about his feelings. The way his eyes lit up and how his cheeks darkened fascinated him to no end.

"So you're on the track team?" Usopp nodded. Sanji pictured him in some red running shorts. Short…shorter…shorter…yeah. He planned to go to every track meet. "I'm the best runner on the whole team. But I don't like pressure so I'm not captain. Are you in any sports?" Sanji shrugged. "I used to be on the soccer team. But I accidentally kicked this guy in the face. So yeah…"

Usopp laughed and Sanji thought it was the most wonderful sound ever. "What other school junk are you in?" The artist pouted "It's not junk" Sanji chuckled "Sure…"

The dark haired boy huffed and ticked off activities on his fingers. "Track team, Art club president. Not much pressure in that. And the science club…and the wood shop club and an editor on the school newspaper."

Sanji's eyebrows came together. "That's…a lot." Usopp shrugged. "Not really. So, are you in anything?" "Not really. Cooking club president and that's it. I have too much to do to waste time on school." Usopp leaned back on the bleachers. "I guess so"

Standing up, Sanji stretched and stood behind Usopp for a moment. Then he sat down and pulled the artist into his lap. The blonde smirked when his 'prey' ducked his head to hide his spreading blush. "Maybe I'm crazy, but I think this could work out. What do you think? The natural order of dating is screwed in our case but it could work right?"

He felt the slender boy wriggle to get comfy in his arms. "I'd like that"

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Usopp briefly wondered if he'd get a detention for melting into water in class. Every time he looked up he caught Sanji staring at him. When their eyes met, he'd smile and lick his lips. The reaction was him melting in the chair and sketching furiously in the book. Sanji hadn't seen the picture he'd drew of him in the room, but he planned too. Soon as he found the courage to do it. Making a short line for the start of Sanji's hair, his mind flitted back to the conversation they'd had before lunch ended.

"I like your hair"

"It's curly and ugly"

"It's curly and not ugly. I love it"

"Whatever you say. So what happens now?"

"I don't know. Let's go see a movie"

"When? What kind"

"On Friday. A horror"

"H-h-horror?"

"You don't like horror movies?"

"S'not that…"

"Great then! We'll work out the details later."

Hm. Then Sanji had kissed him and skipped off. Yes. He skipped. He never really knew Sanji before this…occurrence…but he knew him enough now, to know that he didn't skip. He felt warm inside, to cause such a change in one person.

Like a reflex, Usopp hopped up and zoomed out the door when the bell rang. He ignored Ms.Preston's screeches about dress code and waited outside the room for Sanji to come out. Seeing the smile that was just for him, Usopp smiled back.

End

Wow.

About the whole Track team thing. I mean C'MON! Usopp spends practically the whole series running from everything. It's OBVIOUS that he'd be the fastest runner EVER. Obviously. Besides- Ussop and Short Short Running Shorts means Hotness. Lotsa Hotness.

ok guyz and galz. Do what you do best!