AN: I've been gone forever and Im sorry! At first I didnt know what to write, then I was too lazy to write, then school suddenly decided to pack on the 20-30% of grade projects and mass amounts of homework as summer gets closer like jerks...anyways Im really sorry.

Anyways, thank you for the support so far, all the comments and messages giving me advice and ideas and love in general are super nice and helpful! Just like you to know I feel really bad for the slow update and I hope you like the chapter.

Zoro stared at the TV with no interest, it some random show about this weird chick looking at bones and dead bodies all day. He could feel himself start to drift off, his eyes slowly closing, sounds fading.

"Zoro." he heard Nami call, jerking him out of his almost asleep state.

"What?" he called back, yawning.

"Come here."

"Why?"

"Just come here!"

"Fine." Zoro grumbled, stretching before he stood up.

He glanced around, frowning when he didn't immediately see her. Sanji was cooking something, busily chopping and frying things. He wasn't exactly smiling but he looked...content.

Shaking his head he looked around the living room more for Nami.

"Hurry up would you?" Nami called impatiently.

"Shut up...where are you?"

He could hear Nami sigh, "By the stairs."

Turning he saw her standing at the top, waving her hand to get his attention.

"What do you want?" he asked once he was close.

She looked up at him, a small smile on her face, "Go answer the door." she said in a hushed voice.

Zoro frowned, glancing at the door. "Why?"

"Just do it!" she hissed quietly.

Still frowning he slowly walked down the stairs, placing a hand on the doorknob he glanced over his shoulder. Nami made a shooing motion with her hands.

Still confused, he slowly pulled open the door.

"Oh, hey Zoro..." Matt stood on his porch, smiling sheepishly, his hands in his coat pockets.

"Hey..." Zoro muttered, looking over his shoulder to glance at Nami. She rolled her eyes at him and made a shooing motion again. "Um, whats up?" he said to Matt, stepping onto the porch and closing the door behind him.

"Well, I realized I never got your number," Matt laughed, sounding a little nervous.

"Oh...do you, uh, want it now?" Zoro asked awkwardly, patting his pants for his phone only to realize he was wearing pocketless sweats and his phone was still on his night stand.

"Ah, you didn't let me finish, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me?" Matt asked, looking up at Zoro through his eyelashes, a hopeful smile in his face.

"Uh..." Zoro said blankly, staring at him and feeling slightly overwhelmed.

"Oh but you don't have to! You could just give me your number if your busy." Matt said quickly.

Zoro blinked, glancing back at the door. Sanji was making dinner and he was never in a good mood when someone suddenly decided to leave when he was in the middle of cooking...his gaze drifted back to Matt.

"Just your number is fine really, it was kind of a stretch showing up at your house unannounced anyways." he said with a smile, scratching at the back of his head in embarrassment, "Should have guessed you were busy, sorry."

"...no, I'm not busy or anything...let me just put pants on..." Zoro mumbled, glancing down at his sweats. He could skip dinner, its not like he's never done it before. Besides, Matt came all the way here, it would be lame just to leave with a number...

"Really? That's great!" Matt beamed at him, the atmosphere around him brightening. "Take as long as you need."

"R-right, um, I'll be back in a minute..." Zoro mumbled, quickly turning around and opening the door.

Zoro gently closed it behind him, not wanting to slam it in Matt's face, and leaned against it once it was shut, trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

"Well?" Nami demanded, sprinting down the few stairs that separated them.

Zoro stared at her blankly.

Nami started giggling, "Your all flustered and blushing! What did he want?" she asked again, sounding even more excited.

"Uh...my number..."

Nami's energy levels instantly dropped at Zoro's apparently disappointing answer.

Zoro cleared his throat, "and...dinner." he mumbled.

Nami grinned, "Are you going? Is this your first date?"

Zoro just nodded numbly.

"Well go get ready! Come on!" she grabbed his hand and dragged him downstairs towards his room.

Pushing him on his bed she started tearing through his dresser, clothes flying everywhere.

"You know, I think this might be good for you, especially if this is how you react. He seemed like a good guy and if you think he's serious, this could be great." Nami started to ramble as she tossed a shirt at his head.

Zoro caught it and obediently changed into it, half listening to her confusing ramblings.

"But you have to remember that if he makes you feel uncomfortable or pressures you or anything, to ditch him. Never do anything you don't want to do. Number one rule of dating." she advised throwing pants at him now.

He stood and gripped the hem of his pants before he glanced up at Nami. She was watching him with her arms folded.

When he just stared at her for a few moments she raised an eyebrow, "Well? We don't have all night." she said impatiently.

Shrugging, he pulled down his pants and yanked on the jeans Nami threw at him. He looked up at Nami, seeing what else she wanted him to do, his mind still overwhelmed and having trouble thinking for itself.

Nami looked him over before nodding. She grabbed his arm again and dragged him into the bathroom, now shuffling through all the drawers in there.

"You don't have anything. You don't even own a brush or comb or anything." she whined, finishing her sweep of the bathroom. "Well whatever, bend over." she commanded, hands outstretched for his head.

Nami started ruffling his hair, running her fingers through it. Zoro wasn't sure what this was going to accomplish, but allowed it anyways.

"Good enough." she said finally, letting Zoro stand up straight again. "Okay, all done." she said proudly after looking him over one last time.

Zoro glanced in the mirror, he really had no idea what she was so proud about. Sure he looked alright, but he was pretty sure the outcome would have been the same if he threw on any t-shirt and pair of pants.

"Uh, thanks...I guess." he muttered anyways.

She beamed at him, "Your welcome. Now hurry up, its not nice to keep your date waiting." she said, starting to push him out of the bathroom and up the stairs.

"Stop pushing! I need to get my phone anyways." Zoro said trying to swat the hands on the center of his back away but not quite able to reach.

"I'll get it, you would probably spend forever, your so slow sometimes."

"Hey!" Zoro protested, but she had already run off into his room.

Shaking his head he walked up the remaining stairs to wait by the door. As he took the first step up the stairs, Sanji suddenly turned the corner coming down the stairs.

Zoro froze as he watched Sanji take in his appearance.

"Dinners ready, I hope you weren't planning on going anywhere." he said tensely.

Zoro opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He didn't know what to say. 'yeah I'm skipping dinner to go on a date with a guy' didn't sound like the best choice of words.

Sanji's eyes narrowed as Zoro remained silent.

"Zoro is going out, Sanji." Nami said in a firm voice with a hint of warning in it, suddenly appearing behind Zoro.

Sanji opened his mouth but Nami cut him off before he could speak.

"And he's going to be late unless he hurries, so if you would excuse us." she said, shoving Zoro forward again.

Sanji silently stepped back to make room for them to reach the door. He stood nearby, watching Zoro with a cold gaze.

Zoro tried to avoid looking at him as Nami handed him his phone and started shoving him out the door.

"Nami, I can still walk!" Zoro complained.

"Your taking too long."

Zoro rolled his eyes at her as he stepped onto the porch, sneaking a glance up at Sanji as he did so.

His arms were folded and he had a fierce scowl on his face, glaring at him. Zoro quickly dropped his gaze and turned to look for Matt.

He was leaning against a sleek, black car parked on the side of the road, his back facing Zoro.

"Have fun you two!" Nami called after him in an over-motherly tone, making Zoro cringe slightly.

Matt turned at the sound of Nami's voice and flashed Zoro a grin, "Ready?" he asked once Zoro was in comfortable talking distance.

"Yeah." Zoro muttered, giving him a slight attempt at a smile.

"What the hell was that?" Nami demanded as she closed the door after Zoro.

Sanji blinked at her, confused, "What?"

Nami glared at him, stepping closer so her fiery eyes bore up into his.

"You know what I mean. What the hell was all that with Zoro?"

Sanji frowned, still confused, he and the marimo were never the greatest of friends and she never got angry at him for it before.

"I-I don't understand..."

"Listen, I think this could be really good for him, he's going through a tough time right now, and if your going to give him shit just because he's gay, we are going to have a problem." Nami hissed, glaring a moment longer at his face before angrily stomping upstairs.

Sanji blinked a few more times, horribly confused. What did he do? He barely even spoke to Zoro, and what he said was nothing out of the ordinary when Zoro decided to ditch dinner at the last minute... when was he ever gay bashing him?

frowning Sanji turned around and chased Nami upstairs, "Nami? What did I do?" he called pathetically.

"You seem tense." Matt commented.

Zoro snapped out of his trance of watching the other cars zoom by, glancing at him.

"Do I?" he asked, looking down at himself. He didn't exactly feel tense...

"Are you nervous?" Matt asked, smiling slightly.

"Should I be?" Zoro questioned, turning his attention back out the window.

Matt chuckled quietly, "No, I'm not going to do anything strange. Do you like pasta?" he suddenly asked.

Zoro glanced at him again, "Uh, yeah. Pasta is okay."

"Good, its one of the only things I can cook right." he said, turning his head to flash Zoro a smile.

"Your going to cook?"

"Yeah, that's what I planned anyways. Would you prefer to go out? I know a couple good places around here." Matt said, trying to see Zoro's expression.

"No, your cooking sounds fine." Zoro said, the thought of going out to an overly fancy place very unappealing.

"Alright, my place it is." Matt smiled again.

Zoro followed Matt into his flat wordlessly, feeling slightly awkward with his memories of the place.

"So go ahead and sit wherever, feel free to watch tv or something while I start cooking." Matt grinned at him, peeling off his coat and tossing it on the back of a leather couch.

Zoro merely nodded, placing himself comfortably on the couch. After Matt made sure he looked comfortable he smiled again and went off to the kitchen.

"Oh, do you want something to drink? I have some whiskey and rum, which would you like?" Matt called.

"Whiskey." Zoro called back, examining the place. The majority of the flat was very open, only a small chunk of wall separated the kitchen from the living/dinning room, but it wasn't like a studio apartment, Zoro saw three doors, one he knew was the bedroom.

The place wasn't plain, but it didn't have a lot creativeness. The walls were mostly bare besides an occasional painting Zoro was positive that were abstract since he had no clue what it could possibly be a picture of, the lamps were pretty basic, standard black, nowhere was there a lot of color.

"Here." Matt held a glass in front of Zoro. It was huge, the kind of curved glass that usually held beer.

Zoro brightened up a bit at the sight of the huge amount and accepted it carefully with a muttered thanks. Matt smiled before he walked of to the kitchen.

Sipping carefully at his almost overflowing glass, Zoro looked over the back of the couch to watch Matt tie on a white apron in the kitchen. He watched as he started boiling water and cutting things, some kind of spice or something, with steady, rhythmic strokes.

A new sound joined the symphony of boiling water and sizzling pan's, a kind of low yet soft noise. Matt was humming, a very quiet and random tune.

Zoro smiled slightly, Matt didn't even seem to notice he was doing it. Zoro watched him move around the kitchen, humming happily. Was he always like that, or was this a special occurrence...because of Zoro being there?

Zoro mulled that thought around his head, trying to decide how he felt about it. He wasn't uncomfortable, he actually felt pretty relaxed at the moment, was it really that wrong for Matt to be happy because he was here?

"Nami-swan? I made you a drink...do you want it?" Sanji asked carefully outside her bedroom door.

There was silence for a few moments before the door opened and Nami stepped out. Grabbing the drink from Sanji's hands, she started walking downstairs to the living room.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you." she called, halfway down the stairs.

"Nami-swan? Wait, what did I do wrong?" Sanji asked, scrambling after her.

She turned to shoot him a glare from over her shoulder before she stopped at the couch and carefully sat down. Sanji frowned, she was sitting stiffly, back straight,legs crossed, gazing at him with cold glare. What did he do?

"Do you really not know?" Nami asked.

Sanji quickly shook his head vigorously.

She sighed, relaxing into the couch. "You were acting like a dick Sanji. Plain and simple. I want you to stop."

"W-wha–, Nami?" Sanji blubbered.

A hand went to Nami's eyes, rubbing them, "Cant you just act normally around him? I mean come on Sanji, do you really think he needs you glaring daggers at him while he's..." she made a exasperated waving motion with her hand.

"...I thought I was acting normally..." Sanji said carefully.

"No, your acting like your hiding a blood curdling hatred for him! Poorly I might add!"

Sanji shrank away from her slightly. She rubbed at her head again.

"alright, alright," she muttered to herself, "Why don't you just tell me why your glaring at him like you want to murder him? And if it has anything to do about him being gay..." she trailed off warningly.

"No, its not anything like that, I swear Nami-swan! I didn't even know I was glaring!" Sanji said quickly.

"So what, your just glaring him for no reason? Great. Just cut it out alright? I don't think he needs you looking like you want to kill him. Goodnight Sanji." Nami rose tiredly, downed her drink, handed the empty glass to Sanji, and made her way back to her room.

Sanji sat there holding Nami's glass numbly, feeling extremely guilty.

"Ta-daa, pasta with extreme amounts of whiskey." Matt said cheerily, placing two plates full of ravioli on the table along with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Zoro blinked slowly a few times, trying to wake himself up enough to move.

"Hey, you ok?" Matt asked gently, stepping closer to the back of the couch Zoro was resting his head on. He frowned slightly in concern, reaching out a hand and gently cupping Zoro's face.

The warmth from Matt's hand made him feel sleepier and he felt himself start to drift away even more, leaning in to the pleasant warmth.

"Zoro?" Matt asked, gently lifting his head.

Zoro opened his eyes a crack, "mm?"

"Do you want to eat or do you want sleep? You can use the bed, I really don't mind." Matt murmured quietly.

"...bed." Zoro mumbled, starting to doze off again.

Still mostly asleep he felt the empty glass in his hand be gently pulled free and a few moments later, lips at his ear.

"Do you want me to try and carry you? You'd have to hang on." Matt whispered, giving a slight chuckle.

Not really comprehending, Zoro just made a kind of grunting noise. Hands then gently pulled his knees apart and gently grabbed his arms. Zoro woke to a slightly more awake state and tried to see what was happening.

Matt was in front of him, smiling as he wrapped Zoro's arms around his neck and stepped between his legs. His hands slid underneath him and rested on his ass.

"Ready?"Matt asked, waiting a few moments before hauling Zoro up. Suddenly being in the air made Zoro instinctively tighten his grip around Matt's neck and wrap his legs tightly around his hips, pulling himself completely against Matt.

"There you go." Matt chuckled quietly, starting to walk.

"what are you doing?" Zoro mumbled in sleepy alarm, becoming coherent enough to form sentences.

"You wanted to sleep so I'm bringing you to the bed." Zoro could hear amusement in his tone.

"Oh, thanks." Zoro mumbled, already starting to relax and doze again, clinging to Matt, his head resting on his shoulder.

He regained consciousness again when he bounced up from being flopped on the bed, Matt now on top of him.

"Mind if I nap with you?" Matt murmured, slightly tickling Zoro as he nuzzled his neck.

Zoro muttered something that could count as a 'no' and felt a light kiss on his neck. Matt rolled off him to repositioning himself at Zoro's side, sliding a leg between Zoro's and putting an arm around his chest.

Zoro squirmed a bit at the confining hold, but the warmth from Matt made it acceptable and Zoro quickly drifted off again.

AN: Were the small jumps in time confusing or weird or anything? I need to know if theyre annoying because I like to do that...a lot... if you don't like it I could work on making it more linear(? is that the word?) so just speak up

Would love to hear your thoughts~