One Piece One Shots (Requests: Closed)

Dumb Jokes (Basil Hawkins, AU)

I liked how it started off, but I don't know what happened towards the middle or end. (Honestly I tried to make him a little OOC, but I may have stretched it a little too thin.) Guys, please tell me what you thought of it.
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  (Y/n) walks into the class and sits on her desk. She pulls her leg up to her chest and her friends walk up to her, "Hey girls!"
  They wave at her and jump into a conversation. Hawkins just watched her as she smiles and laughs along with her friends. He's annoyed with her, so he imagines all the ways he could make her shut up.
  Her eyes glide over to his cold exterior and she calls out to him, "Hey. Hawkins, I heard you don't like jokes? That true?"
  "I hate them," he sighs and starts to shuffle his cards, "now can you shut up?"
  "No!" she laughs and then clears her throat, "I'm going to try to make you laugh, okay? So, I was wondering why the ball was getting bigger. Then it hit me."
  He glares at her, "That's stupid. Will you go away?"
  "No," she turns so her body faces him, "Two hats were on a rack, one of them says to the other, 'I'll go on a head, you stay there.'"
  He sighs and pulls out a tarot card. He shakes his head and puts it back in the stack.
  "Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana," she smiles at him but frowns when he gives her no response, "A bug splatted on my windshield yesterday, it'll never have the guts to do that again."
  He rolls his eyes and pulls out his notebook as the bell rings to signal three minutes until the start of class. She sighs and tries to think of another joke, "What did one snowman say to the other? 'Do you smell carrots?'"
  The teacher walks into the room and sighs when she sees (Y/n) on the desk. She goes to say something, but stops to see what (Y/n) was doing.
  "Two drums and a symbol fell off a cliff," (Y/n) makes the hand motions without taking her eyes off Hawkins, "Badoom Tshhhh."
  "(Y/n), that's funny and all, but this is math. Please get off the desk," the teacher places down her lesson and watches as (Y/n) sighs and slides off her desk, "Thank you. Now take out your book and get ready for class. You too, girls, take your seat and get out your books."
  (Y/n) waves goodbye at her friends as they go back to their seats. (Y/n) glances at Hawkins before sighing and bringing her notebook out. I wonder what he'd look like smiling. We might've known each other for a long time, but I've never seen him smile.
  She flips open to a blank page and starts to doodle randomly. When the bell rings she's long gone into brainstorming jokes. Hawkins is so mysterious. He practically has no friends, he's always serious, an he barely talks. He knows so much about me, but I don't know much about him.
  She takes a deep breath before slinking down, hitting her head on the desk, causing everyone to look at her. She rubs her head and mumbles as she sits up, "Ow."
  "(Y/n), please refrain from falling asleep," the teacher sighs as he continues to write on the board.
  "Wait, when did you get here?" she remembers just five minutes ago that her math teacher was in the room, but that's her English teacher.
  The whole class laughs as his face turns red and he snaps the piece of chalk in half, "I've been in here for 45 minutes. If you had been paying attention and not asl-"
  "But I didn't fall asleep," she blinks and bluntly speaks, "I just wasn't paying attention."
  The teacher points to the hallway, "Get out. Don't come back until you're ready to learn."
  "Jeez. Always rushing to conclusions," she sighs and grabs her stuff, "If I didn't want to learn, I still would have had to come to this school. I actually only come because my mother forces me, otherwise I wouldn't be here."
  She walks out the door and it slams behind her. She hears the snickers and could feel the whispers down her neck. She could tell that practically everyone is sick of her making a scene everyday, but that's just the way she rules.
  She slinks against the wall and starts to brainstorm jokes again. She sighs and closes her eyes. My mother is probably going to yell at me again. I should stop making a fool out of myself. She places the notebook down, seeing as how she couldn't think straight anymore.
  The door opens and a person walks out. She looks up and sees the person she least expected. She looks away, he walks over and sits down by her, "What are you doing out here?"
  "I told him I needed to go to the bathroom," he sighs, "What's the matter with you?"
  "I don't know," she shrugs, "That's what my mother asks all the time, I'm sad to say I still don't have an answer."
  He rolls his eyes, "This is what I get for trying to be nice to you."
  He stands up, but feels a tug on his sleeve, "Thanks. For worrying about me."
  "I wasn't," he looks back at the door to avoid her gaze, "Can you let go of my arm?"
  She let's go of his sleeve and stands up, "Tell the teacher I went home feeling unwell, and that I'm sorry for causing trouble."
  She walks away without looking back. She gets home and drops her stuff on the floor. She walks into the kitchen expecting to see her mother there, but when she doesn't she face palms and leaves the house. She's busy. That's fine. I didn't want to talk to her anyway.
  She walks to the park and waits until she was originally supposed to be home. When she walks in the door, she sees her mother and her new boyfriend waiting for her. She sighs and forces a smile, "Hey moth-"
  "Don't talk to me. What makes you think you can leave school after telling a teacher off?" her mother glares at her, "I'm disappointed in you."
  "What else is new?" she mumbles under her breath, "Seems to me your always disappointed in me."
  Her mothers boyfriend, Scott, starts to speak up, "What was that young lady? Your mother is worried about you and your future and this is the way you thank her? By being a smart-"
  "What do you know about me? All you care about is what she gives you! Not once have you ever actually cared about me! I'm only what's left over from her marriage gone wrong! I wish I died with da-" she feels a strong stinging sensation in her cheek, she abruptly stops and grabs her phone, "I'm leaving."
  "(Y/n), wait," her mother starts to follow her, but when the door slams shut, she doesn't attempt to open it.
  (Y/n) walks back to the park and plops down on a bench. She puts her head in her hands and starts to doze off, the next thing she knows is it's raining and there's a warm cup of coffee in front of her in the hands of Hawkins.
  "What are you doing out here this late? Weren't you feeling unwell?" he hands her a blanket and sits down next to her as she takes the coffee, "This weather will only make it worse."
  "I just don't want to go home," she sighs and shivers as a gust of wind blows her (h/c) stands, "How late is it?"
  "Like eleven," he sips from the coffee and pauses debating on saying the next line, but decides to say it, "Why does this coffee taste like mud?"
  She looks at him confused seeing as how she hasn't taken a sip from hers yet, "It does? Why are you asking me? I didn't get it."
  "Oh yeah, it's fresh ground," he puts his cup down and immediately regrets saying that. I already started, I might as well finish, "I was digging three holes in the back yard, when my mom came home and said, 'Well, well, well.'"
  "Don't leave alphabet soup on the stove, it could spell disaster," he rushes into the next ones, already regretting the way he was trying to cheer her up, "There are three kinds of people in the world, ones that can count, and ones that can't."
  He falls silent because that's all he's come up with, "Listen, I'm sorry. That was a horrible way to try and cheer you up. I hate jokes and I shouldn't have tried to cheer you up with them. I just saw how upset you were at school, and I know how much you love them. Then I saw you from my window out here all alone... and I th-"
  "Why's it hard to starve in the dessert?" she cracks a small smile. He cares. He cares about me, "Because of the sand which is there."
  He chuckles and shakes his head, "That was stupid."
  Oh my gosh. He chuckled. His chuckle is so hot. Why am I thinking this? "Like yours were any better," she sticks her tongue out at him.
  "Mine weren't better," he reaches his hand out and his fingers slide into her hair as he pulls her head closer to his, "but I at least got you to smile. That was my goal."
  His lips place themselves on hers. He licks her lips and smirks as her lips slightly part. He slides his tongue in her mouth. She feels butterflies all over her stomach. His fingers run through her hair as he pulls away.
  "Earlier, when I read your fortune, I pulled out the 'Lovers' card, when I did the same thing for me, I got the same one. (Y/n), you're meant for me. Be my girlfriend," he gazes into her eyes seriously, "Please."
  "You can't be serious," her eyes avert and she looks at the ground, "I can't tell if your serious or not."
  "(Y/n), I'm always serious," he grabs her chin and meets her eyes again, "What makes you think I wouldn't be serious?"
  "Because you're always serious, I can't tell when you're joking," she pouts, "I love you, I have since we were kids, but I never knew how to get to know you. You've never smiled and honestly I thought you hated me."
  He starts to laugh, full blown laugh. He pulls her up off the bench and tugs her closer, "Seriously? That's all? I thought you would say no. That you didn't love me at all. (Y/n), I love you."
  He kisses her lips as the rain falls all around them, "Answer me honestly, do you or do you not love me?"
  "I do love you," she answers without hesitation, "bu-"
  "That's all I need to know," he places a finger on her lips, "Do you, or do you not want to be my girlfriend? Nod your head for yes, shake it for no."
  She nods unsurely and she closes her eyes as he leans in close to her again. His lips lightly touch her cheek and she feels the heat from his breath over her neck, "Now, let's get you home before we catch a cold."
  He grabs her hand and starts to drag her away, "But I don't want to go home."
  He stops and looks at her, "Where do you want to go then? You don't have an-"
  "Can't I stay the night with you?" she looks at the sky, "Or... would your parents not be okay with that?"
  He takes in a deep breath and sighs, "My parents aren't home, so I guess you can come over... just don't try anything funny."
  "I won't," she smiles as he starts to take her to his home. His face has a light shade of pink on his cheeks. I finally got to see his smile, and his laugh. I don't ever want this day to end.

~Dumb Jokes End~