Not My Style (Sanji, AU, 1)

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Requested by justotakuingaround

  Lights flash in her face and she shudders; being thrusted into the middle of a party isn't her style. She goes to a corner and sinks down along the wall. She then buries her head onto her knees. What am I doing here? I hate loud noises, and I hate overly crowded places. I think people are doing drugs here. There's definitely alcohol.
  She takes a deep breath mumbles to yourself, "Think positive thoughts. Positive. Positive. Like... (f/a). They're so cute. No... no... (y/n)... don't think of being mulled by them... well... that just ruined (pural/f/a) for me."
  She stands up, the beat pounding in her ears, and goes somewhere quieter. Passing through the kitchen, she grabs a cup of, what she hoped was, water and goes outside on the porch. She sits on the step and holds her head in her hand.
  "You left the party pretty quickly," she looks up to see a blonde man with a smile upon his face, "too loud for you, flower?"
  She forces a smile and nods ever so slightly, "Yeah... I can't stand the atmosphere in the room; I felt if I stayed any longer I'd be suffocated."
  He sticks his hand out, "My name's Sanji. It's a pleasure meeting you."
That name sounds familiar. What was that rich family that just moved her again? Vi... Viola? Vi- Vine... Vine-something. What was it? This is going to bother me.
  "So, why are you here if you can't stand it?" his voice interrupts her train of thought and he takes a seat next to her.
  "My friends dragged me here," she brushes a (h/c) strand from her eyes and the moonlight catches them slightly making them seem as if the ocean is living inside them, "I regret giving in to their nagging, but they just seemed really happy about coming here and I didn't want to disappoint."
  "Ah," he nods and pulls out a cigarette to light it, "Do you mind?"
  She shakes her head, "I don't mind at all... it's better out here then in there."
  He just nods again and silence consumes them. Vine... what is it? Ugh. I hate the smell of smoke, but this one is somehow... bearable. What's his last name? Vine-something.
  "Vinesmoke," she whispers into the breeze and his body suddenly stiffens, "Your last name is... Vinesmoke, right?"
  "Yeah," he mumbles to himself more to her, "that it is."
  "Is that a bad thing?" she tilts her head and a strand of hair falls into her eyes.
  He reaches over and brushes it behind her ear while her face heats up; his face is so close to hers that she feels his breath over her lips, "It's not really bad, but it's not good either."
  "Oh... why's that?" she moves back to create distance, "Do you not like your family?"
  "You could say that," he plays with her hair, "It's really soft."
  Her face ignites and she just nods, not being able to say anything. She reaches up to touch his hair when she notices that his eyes are begging for help. She smiles at him and scoots closer; she wraps her arms around his neck and places her head on his shoulder.
  "W-what are yo-" she interrupts him with a hush.
  "This isn't really... me, but I'll listen to what you have to say. I enjoy your warmth. Oh. I'm (Y/n), by the way," she smiles, "(Y/n) (L/n). I'm the daughter of the mayor. I think I will understand where you're coming from."

~Not My Style... To Be Cotinued~

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