Zoro woke slowly and looked around, taking in his surroundings. He knew from the Asking Alexandria, Escape the Fate, and Hollywood Undead posters that he wasn't in his own room. Though he rather liked the bands, he didn't own any posters from them. His second clue was the small, warm, clearly female body pressed up against his. Slowly everything that had happened the previous day came back to memory and he remembered that Nami had wanted him to stay with her. He'd been stupid to agree, he knew that, but how could he say no when she was pleading with those soft brown eyes he felt like he was drowning in every time he looked at her?

Slowly, so he didn't wake her, he got up slowly and moved into the bathroom, needing to take care of a small problem he had most mornings. Once he was sure the door was locked shut behind him he started the shower and peeled off his bloody, dirty clothes and got into the shower, hoping the spray would help his problem of morning wood. Unfortunately when he went to grab the shampoo and realized that he was in Nami's shower, which meant he had no manly shampoo or body wash, his mind started to wander, picturing Nami, naked and dripping wet under the spray of the water, lathering up her body in soapy suds.

He realized his problem wasn't going to go away quite as soon as he hoped.

Nami came awake with a jolt, forgetting momentarily where she was, and why her shower was going. After she reminded herself that she'd asked Zoro to stay the night after what had happened, she started to calm down rationalizing that he'd probably woken and decided to get in the shower. She sighed and pulled herself from the bed, quickly wanting to get dressed, and then wishing she hadn't moved so fast. Her head started to throb where she'd been hit with something that had knocked her out. She groaned and grabbed her head, holding it hoping it would stop the room from spinning. Her small fingers felt along the stitches and she sighed, remembering how Zoro had taken care of her the previous night. She wasn't sure what it was, but she suddenly didn't mind him so much. Okay, she knew what it was, he'd saved her from Law and taken care of her when she needed someone and had no one. He hadn't picked on her, called her name, in fact, he'd called her beautiful. She sighed and looked around noticing that he didn't have any clothes and she doubted anything she had would fit him. She saw his phone sitting on the bed side table and picked it up, looking through the phonebook until she found Luffy's name. Sighing, she pressed the call button and put the phone to her ear.

"Ello?" Luffy asked from the other end of the line, he sounded sleepy, like he'd just woken up.

Nami bit her lip nervously. "Did I wake you?" she asked softly.

"No…who is this?" he asked.

"It's Nami," she said playing with the end of her shirt.

"Oh," Luffy said then there was a small pause. "Hey! How are you feeling?" he asked, getting loud and sounding more awake all of the sudden.

"Err…my head hurts," she admitted. "I was wondering if you could bring Zoro some clothes, he's in the shower and I don't think he really wants to put the same clothes from last night on," she explained.

"Sure, I'll be right down," Luffy said. Nami heard the ruffling of bed sheets and the slight groan of a girl before she hung up the phone quickly and looked around, suddenly not knowing what to do with herself. She didn't know how long she sat there, staring at Zoro's phone when she heard a knock on the door that startled her. It slowly opened and Luffy poked his head inside holding a bundle of clothes for Zoro and wearing nothing himself except for a pair of jeans, riding low on his slender hips. "Hey," he said softly moving into the room.

"Thanks," Nami said taking the clothes from him as they heard the shower turn off. She walked over to the door and knocked on it lightly.

"Yeah?" Zoro's deep voice came from behind the door.

"I had Luffy bring you some new clothes," she said softly, yet loud enough for him to hear her.

"One second," he mumbled. She heard him step out of the shower and figured he was drying off, or at the least wrapping a towel around his hips before she heard the lock slide free and the door open. Zoro stepped out, dripping wet and one of her black towels wrapped low on his hips. Her mouth went dry as her eyes followed a rivulet of water roll down his thick neck to his chest, falling down between his pectorals before falling down the rest of his body to his bellybutton, getting lost in the small dip. She didn't dare let her eyes go any further as a hot blush set in on her cheeks. She glanced back up at him and noticed the smirk on his face as he held his hands out of the clothes. Nami passed them to him without a word, turning and going to her dresser, looking for clothes herself. "Thanks man," Zoro said nodding to Luffy.

"No problem, do you guys need anything else?" Luffy asked.

"Nah, I think we're good here," Zoro said glancing at Nami and chuckling.

"Good, because Boa Hancock is waiting for me."

Zoro shook his head as Luffy left and looked at Nami. She could feel his eyes on him but didn't want to turn around and face him. Sighing she knew she had no choice and looked over at him, holding her own clothes in her arms. "You look better today," he said softly.

Nami nodded, taking his word for it since she hadn't even seen what she looked like the night before. "Are you done in the bathroom?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," he said nodding and moving to the bed. Nami disappeared into the bathroom and started the shower.

Zoro sighed and dressed quickly, just in case Nami decided to come back out to get something she'd forgotten. Once he at least had his boxers and jeans on he ran the towel over his head, soaking up some of the water out of it. He sighed and looked around the room. For being a virgin and the innocent good girl vibe her room sure as hell didn't; Screamo band posters line nearly every inch of the wall from Asking Alexandria to Isles and Glaciers. He walked over to the dresser and took a look at her jewelry, she had a magnetic bracelet with pot leaves and peace signs on it, another one like a leather cuff with metal spikes coming out of it. She even had a pair of brass knuckles. He sighed and looked around the rest of the room, there was a belt that had a gold brass knuckle belt buckle, biker boots, skinny jeans with holes in them, the typical bad girl clothes, but was surprised him the most was the picture she had framed on her desk where all of her homework was sitting. It looked like her with a couple of guy friends, but when he walked over to it and really looked at it, it turned out to be a picture of her standing next to Craig Mabbitt and Max Green from Escape the Fate. He never would have thought that little Miss Nami, the innocent girl everyone thought she was, would be this cool.

He heard the bathroom door opened and turned around to look at her. "Hey," he said smiling. He noticed the blush on her face and remembered that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He glanced at the bed and sighed when he saw that Luffy had brought him a wife beater. He pulled it on and looked back at Nami. He was standing in front of her mirror and pulling her hair back into a ponytail. He smiled a little and watched her reach for her makeup. That he didn't like so much. He walked over to her and stood behind her, slowly reaching for her hands to stop her before she put the cover-up on.

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking up at him through her mirror.

"You're too beautiful to wear makeup," he said softly, smiling when her blush came back to color her face naturally.

"Zoro," she said so softy he had to bite back a moan at the sound of it. "I look like hell. I just want to cover up these bruises."

"No," he took the makeup from her and turned her around so she was looking at him. "It's Saturday, we don't have to go anywhere or do anything. You can stay in your room all day if you don't want anyone to see you." Nami sighed, giving up and nodded. "Good, are you hungry?" he asked.

"Not really…I should probably get started on my homework…I didn't do anything yesterday," she said eyeing the books and everything around the floor by her bed.

"How much do you have?" he asked, really hoping that it wasn't all homework.

Nami sighed and looked at the papers and books lying about her bed. "I have to memorize a few moves for Fencing class, write a paper on the effects waves have on plant life for Marine Biology, rehearse my audition for Drama class, practice my song for Music, memorize all of the bones in the legs for Anatomy, write a paper about the Mayans for Archeology, do half a chapter for Calculus, prepare a debate for Politics, a small presentation on the effects of solar flares for Astronomy, and draw a detailed map for Cartography."

Zoro stared at her dumbfounded. Most students only had eight classes. Nami just listed ten and she had homework in every single one of them. Granted two of them were fairly easy, memorizing some lines and a song, but the rest…Zoro was glad he wasn't in her shoes at the moment. "Are you crazy?" he asked finally.

"No…" Nami sighed and walked over to her bed, opening her lap top and got started on whatever it was she was working on. Zoro sighed and looked around the room. "I'll be right back," he said before walking out. Nami sighed and glanced at the door before going back to her paper for Marine Biology. Ten minutes later, Zoro was back in her room with his own lap top. He sat himself down beside her bed and opened it, starting to work on something. Nami couldn't help but smile a little. Even if he wasn't working on homework, he wasn't leaving her and she had to silently thank him for that. She didn't know how she was going to handle being alone right now. She really didn't want to think about it so she submerged herself in homework.

"Nami, aren't you done yet?" Zoro asked four hours later. He'd been sitting on the floor, lying on the floor, constantly changing positions for the past four hours, trying to keep himself busy while Nami did her homework. He had no idea that it would take this long. Then again, he never did homework.

"Almost," she said sighing as her fingers continued to move over the keys of her laptop. "I just need to finish this paragraph and then I'll be done."

"Finally!"

Nami glanced up at Zoro as she sent the paper to print. "You know if you were so bored you didn't have to stay. You could have gone and done something," she said even though she was glad he stayed. Zoro just shrugged and looked over at the thick pile of papers that she had printed already. He guessed when it came to Nami she liked to be thorough with her work. He watched her get up, noticing the slight wince in her eyes as she moved. He supposed her ribs were still hurting. Then again after taking a few kicks to them like she had from Law it didn't surprise him that they still hurt. "What do you want to do now?" she asked as she grabbed the papers and put them into her bag along with the rest of her school books and things.

Zoro sighed and ran a hand over his hair and stared up at the ceiling. There was one thing he wanted to do but he knew he'd be crossing a line and he really didn't want to freak Nami out at the moment. So he kept that to himself. Nami sighed and laid back on her bed, glancing over at her lap top that was in the middle of playing Zombie Dance by Escape the Fate and reached over, turning it to City of Sin. Zoro scooted across the floor so he was by her head and looked at her. All in all she was starting to look better. The swelling be bruises were going away. She might still have a little come Monday but it wouldn't be as bad as it had looked last night or this morning for that matter. "Can I ask you something?" he finally spoke. Nami glanced at him and nodded. "Yesterday, before you left you said something about getting out of the rain. How did you know it was going to rain?" he asked.

Nami smirked a little and rolled over onto her good side and looked at him, bracing her head in her hand. "I don't know actually. I've been able to do things like that since I was little." She smiled a little. "My mom and I used to have bets on who would be right, me or the weatherman. I can feel when the weather is going to change, the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and my spine tingles." She shrugged and sighed. "I can't explain it; I just know when it's going to happen." Zoro smirked a little bit. That was pretty cool he had to admit. Being able to tell when the weather was going to change would be pretty cool.

They talked well into the night about their home life, their childhood, everything and anything they could think of until Nami passed out on her bed. Zoro stood up once he was sure she was asleep and pulled the blankets up over her, kissing the top of her head before leaving. He walked down to his room and collapsed on his bed, running a hand through his hair. He knew that if he didn't end things with Nami soon he was going to end up doing something they would both probably regret in the morning…but damn him to tell he couldn't help it. He wanted her.