Your eyes stare at the green ticket in your hand.
Who can this be...?
Vivi grins.
«Oh, nice! You shouldn't have problems here, you guys are pretty close, right?»
She turns to the table, where at least ten people are drinking and chit-chatting.
«Hey! Bartolomeo!»
The tall guy turn to your direction with a slight frown, then his eyes land on the ticket you're holding. You relax at the sight, but he appears vaguely stiff.
«You've been picked!» Vivi announces, reaching him and gripping onto his sleeve «Come!»
«Well, we've been lucky!» you smile, following the two of them till the closet. Vivi opens the door for you and you step inside, then the little room it's closed and the light fades immediately.
«Well, I mean, at least this is not embarrassing at all.» you continue «Although... I'm sorry you didn't get to be here with any of the hot girls outside.»
«What? Well, huh, that's not the case...»
Something it's strange, though. He's not the type of being embarrassed by something so trivial. You're long-time friends, and even work together!
«Barto, is everything okay?»
You reach for his arms, but he pulls away abruptly. The movement surprise you even more.
«Okay, I get this could be disappointing to you, but it's just a game.» you huff «If you want to hit on someone, just do after these 7 minutes, jeez!»
«It's not that!» he blurts, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
«Then what is it?»
«It's... nothing, forget about it.»
Bartolomeo crosses his arms on his chest and leans against the wall, an impatient scowl depicted on his features.
«Barto, are you mad at me for something?»
«I'm not! Jeez, why do you have to be such a baby?»
«Me?! You're acting all disappointed and stuff!»
«I'm not disappointed!»
«Well, you're acting like being stuck here with me is the worst thing ever!»
«It is!» he finally snaps, getting on his feet.
You take a step back, surprised and hurt.
«What?»
He grimaces at your expression.
«And don't give me that look, with those stupid big eyes of yours!»
«Barto, I don't understand what's going on...»
«It's going on that being here with you is the worst thing ever! I'm already stuck in the friendzone with ya, I didn't need a fucking closet too!» he kicks the wall to underline the emphasis of his words.
Wait... the friendzone?
«H-Hey, are you saying...?»
You point at yourself with an interrogative look.
He quickly glances at your figure, then moves his eyes to the floor, finally quiet.
«Yes.»
«You mean you are...?»
«Yes.»
Bartolomeo shoves his hands deep in his pocket, without raising his eyes from the ground. A few seconds pass and he doesn't move at all.
«Barto.»
«What.»
«I think you have about one minute left.»
Finally, he lifts a questionable expression on you.
«For what?»
You smirk.
«For kissing me, you idiot.»
The greenette blinks multiple times at your statement. Then blushes madly.
«...ya serious?»
«Oh, c'mon, Barto!»
He doesn't need you to repeat it again. In two steps he's looming on you (gosh, he really is tall!) and his arms encircle your shoulder, pulling you against the warmth of his strong body.
«Y/n...»
His reddish eyes are getting closer, his lips are brushing on yours.
God... will he hurt me with those fangs?
It's your last coherent thought before fading in the proximity of this man.
Anyway, the light floods in the closet too soon.
«Times up!» Nami shouts.
You and Bartolomeo immediately pull away from each other.
«Whaaaaat?! Was something really happening here?!» Perona screams, jumping on the doorstep of the closet.
You clear your voice, rubbing the back of your head.
«It's okay... none of your business, anyway.» Barto states, getting back to his cocky attitude. Still, he awkwardly grabs your hand, under the shocked look of the girls.
«Let's go, Y/n! I think we left something midway, and the hell I'm gonna let it go!»
Your cheeks are on fire, but you can't avoid a chuckle escaping your lips. You give a light squeeze to his hand.
«Same here.»
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One Piece 7 Minutes in Heaven - HALLOWEEN SPECIAL
Fanfiction[modern!AU] You're invited to Donquixote Manor for Halloween party, and of course someone has the brilliant idea to play 7 minutes in heaven.
