𝙄𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙒𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙? ☆ [ONE PIECE]

3. Do You Like Bananas?

"Okay, close your eyes."

Alastor does just that and attempts to concentrate her thoughts.

"Teleport to me." The familiar voice calls out again and Alastor feels the determination build up in her stomach.

She hears footsteps run across the grassy field before hearing the door to the orphanage shut as Jenny runs towards their shared room, awaiting for her best friend to teleport to her.

Alastor gulps down her doubts and imagines their shared room, fixing her imagination on a certain spot on the ground, aiming to teleport there. Beads of sweat begin to slowly trickle down her forehead as she concentrates on keeping focus.

Eventually, after what felt like years, Alastor begins to feel that sort of tingling sensation that indicated her abilities beginning to activate. Her hands ball into fists by her side as she pushes harder, putting all her might into achieving this.

It took a little under a minute for her to actually arrive in their room, scaring a tired-looking Jenny in the process.

"Are you trying to get yourself blown up?!"

Despite the blood curdling scream she wanted to let out in response to the throbbing pain in her head, she weakly apologizes and waves a hand of dismissal towards her best friend. Alastor's vision blurs and she stumbles against Jenny's bed frame, nausea flooding her body as soon as she stabilizes herself.

"Alastor?"

Before Jenny could do anything, Alastor rushes towards the trash can beside their bedroom door and bends over, throwing up into the metal tin.

"Alastor!" Jenny yells and shuffles off her bed in a hurried manner.

But no response comes from her mouth as her head ducks down for a second round of vomit. This induces a not-so-helpful pat on the back from her best friend, to which Alastor shakes off.

"Are you okay?"

The vomiting finally reaches a stopping point and Alastor pauses before vigorously wiping at her mouth.

"That gave me so much motion sickness!" Alastor spurs out, shocked at the amount she managed to throw up.

"I mean, at least you figured it out...?"

"At the cost of what?" Alastor spits back.

"Getting to still see each other?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

Alastor weakly stands up and stammers towards Jenny's bed, more or less opting to forget about the tin can filled with her vomit.

"It'll be soooo worth it."

She spreads her limbs across a bed that didn't belong to her, not caring if her weight crushed the younger girl beneath her as she knocked a couple stuffed animals off the bed and onto the wooden floorboards of their bedroom. Grabbing whatever free corner she could get ahold of, Alastor bundles herself beneath the covers lazily and ducks her head into the unraveling pillowcase.

"Sleep in your own bed!"

"No." She hums.

Jenny groans but relents begrudgingly, using her free leg to kick Alastor in the head.

"I don't want to sleep beside you."

Instead of a snarky, well planned insult like Jenny had been expecting, Alastor responds with a groan of her own and slides off of her best friend's thigh, opting to engulf herself in her best friend's sheets.