One Piece (Love Story) [Part Two]

Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven

-Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven-

-Everybody's P.O.V-

When Devin had walked into the kitchen at three in the morning for a glass of water, he didn't expect to find someone seated at the kitchen table. Jumping back in surprise, he soon narrowed his eyes the minute he realized that it was just their unwanted house guest—her eyes were currently trained on the cracked wall of the kitchen where she had smashed into it. Inside the house the damage didn't look too bad...but on the other side of the wall, it was much. Just as he prepared to open his mouth and say something snarky about how creepy it was for her to be sitting here in the dark...he stopped and raised an eyebrow when he finally noticed just how puffy and red her eyes were as if she had been crying earlier before he had arrived.

"What are you doing up?" he settled on asked, slowly moving to the cabinets in order to retrieve a glass. He didn't receive an answer as Skylar barely moved her gaze in his direction...her head hurt, her eyes stung, and her chest felt tight. To be quite honest, she wished that the man had stayed silent, got what he needed, and left her to sulk in peace. Right now there were a million thoughts going through her mind, the most notable ones being her desire to be with her friends and to feel Zoro hold her close once again as he tells her just how much he loves her. They were simple desires that she thought—that she hoped would drive these horrid memories of hers away.

Devin peered back at her, raising an questioning eyebrow at the lack of response he was given. Just earlier in the day she was talkative with him and his brother—answering question and question or responding to his sharp tongue with curt words of her own. Yes, she was talkative...or more accurately, she was talkative with his brother and nothing short of an annoyance to him.

"What? Not going to answer my question?" he asked, filling the cup with tap water before walking over to the kitchen table and plopping down in the seat across from her. He closely watched her as he took a sip—waiting for her to make a remark of some kind...but instead he was only greeted with silence and a blank stare once more. "Uh...had a bad dream or something?" he tried once more, already slowly growing agitated with the woman's lack of responding. Heaving a tired sigh, he leaned back into his chair and stared up at the ceiling, already getting ready to stand up and head back to his room.

"You could say it was something like that" the small, delicate voice is what stopped him from moving as he slowly looked towards the young woman from the corner of his eye. He noted just how tired she sounded...not the kind of tired where you've been up all night and were in desperate need of sleep, but the kind of tired one feels when they're just done with everything—the kind of tired that made one want to close their eyes and never open them again. Once more did Skylar fall silent, her eyes now trained on the brunet in front of her as he slowly nodded.

"Uh...want to talk about it?" he awkwardly asked before clearing his throat. "Not with me, of course, I can go wake Shawn—he's better with this kind of crap."

"No" was the only response he got as the young woman continued to stare at him before suddenly smiling and heaving a silent sigh. "I don't want to burden that sweet boy with my problems and you're too much of an ass to care."

"Oi!" Devin snapped, straightening his posture as he glared at the woman.

-Skylar's P.O.V-

I softly chuckled at the glare I received for my response as the cruel whispers in the back of my mind now started subside as I leaned back into the chair I was seated in. Sluggishly tilting my head back until my eyes were staring straight up at the ceiling.

"So you're up and about because of some nightmare? Doesn't that sound a bit childish for a pirate?" Devin asked, taking a sip of his water.

"Doesn't it sound a bit childish to leave your wall damaged because you don't want to pay to fix it?" I responded back, barely bothering to look in his direction.