~Luffy~
Quote: "There comes a time when you meet someone and you just want to make them smile for the rest of your life."

  (Y/n) just got a job, which means she now has money to spend on whatever she wants. Currently... right now she wants candy. So she goes off to a candy shop. As soon as she walks into the shop she's greeted with the sweet smell and it causes her to smile. She loves this place, so she knows exactly what kind of candy she wants, (f/c), and exactly where to find it.
  She walks right up the the candy's section and grabs a bag to start filling it up. A boy, probably around her age, with short black hair walks up next to her and gazed at the candy she's filling up the bag with, "I've never tried that kind before..."
  Her (e/c) orbs widen at what the boy had said and she faces him. Their eyes meet and she grabs his shoulders, dropping the bag in the process and the candy spills all over the floor. "Are you alright?! How can you not try (f/c) before?! Do you live under a rock?!"
  "I'm more of a meat person... candy's not really something I eat constantly," he admits with little shame... just a light blush on his cheeks. "I'm sorry you dro-"
  "I'll let you have a piece of mine!" she lets go of him before bending over and picking up the fallen candy pieces. "I'm probably buying more than I can eat at the current moment anyway..."
  "Really?! You're willing to share your food with me?!" he wraps his arms around (Y/n). "I can't believe I've met someone so kind!"
  "Relax... it's just a piece," she chuckles, "And it's candy. You said you're not a huge maniac like me about it anyway..."
  "But you are a maniac about candy! It must be hard for you to give it up... if it were me... I wouldn't be able to ever share meat!" he releases her from the hug and gives her a wide smile. "My name's Luffy! What's yours?"
  "(Y/n). My name is (Y/n), I was born with it and I'll die with it," she gives him a smile back. "And it's a pleasure meeting you, Luffy!"

~Zoro~
Quote: "Sometimes what you're looking for comes when you are not looking."

Zoro had gotten lost; nothing really new, but he was at work... which isn't good because he's supposed to be stopping a robbery. He stops and scratches his head. A woman with (h/c) strands spots him and decides today is one of those days she's feeling nice.
  "Excuse me... are you lost?" she cocks her head to the side as he looks over at her. "You look lost... what's the matter? Where do you need to go?"
  "The bank," he shoves his hands inside his pockets. "I need to get to the bank. We believe that it's being robbed at noon... and I'm supposed to stop it."
  Her eyebrows knit together and she starts to laugh uncontrollably, "You idiot! It's probably already empty! It's five o'clock! You're a horrible police officer."
  He looks down and scoffs, "No I'm not. I'm just horrible with directions. And someone else already felt with it. I'm not very reliable when I get separated from my partner."
  "And you're partner is?" she hums.
  "At home. He got fired," he stares at her and sighs out. "I gotta get going though... so enjoy yourself."
  "You're going to get lost again. I can take you to the police station," she brushes her hair out of her face and motions for him to follow after her. "My name is (Y/n)."
  "I'm Zoro," he starts to follow after her and feels himself relax. "Thanks. For doing this, (Y/n)."
  "Eh. I'm generous today," she shrugs, but smiles to herself. It's always nice meeting new people.

~Sanji~
Quote: "Sometimes you meet a person and you just click—you're comfortable with them, like you've known them your whole life, and you don't have to pretend to be anyone or anything."

She brushes off her apron and continues working on the cake in front of her. It helps distract her from the current stress of... everything else. She hears the bell at the front of the shop ring, but doesn't look up to greet them.
  She expects to hear the person complaining about her, since she's the only one in the shop and isn't taking care of them, but there's only silence. That causes her to think that she was actually only hearing things and look up from the cake.
  Her (e/c) eyes take in a short blond-haired man with the strangest swirling-eyebrow, but what really shocks her is that his face showed no irritation about being ignored, in fact, he even smiles at her, "That's a beautiful cake."
  "Thanks..." she looks down before wiping her hands clean and going over to the register. "What can I help you with today?"
  "Do you happen to have a meat flavored cake?" his face is completely straight and she shakes her head. "Figures. Alright. A marble cake will do nicely... that way everyone's happy. Then again... Nami likes orange... and Robin told me she'd prefer strawberry..."
  "Well... I can attempt a marble of those flavors," she bites her bottom lip. "I feel like they could compliment each other well..."
  "You would try that?" he reaches out and grabs her hands. "You're an angel."
  She pulls her hands out of his and laughs softly, "I don't think saying that's necessary. It's my job... and I enjoy my job!"
  "You want to know something?" he leans closer to her ear. "Your laugh is beautiful."
  Her face heats up, but she doesn't respond and just turns away. She clears her throats she starts to compose herself again, "Anyway... The cake will be ready in about three days... is that alright? I have to experiment and everything until it's perfected. I can always rush if-"
  "Oh no! There's no need to rush! The party isn't until another week. I just wanted to make sure I can find the right cake," he taps the counter. "Thanks. I'll be back in three days time."
  He exits the shop and starts to walk away. She goes back to her cake, but a few minutes later the male runs back in out of breath. She raises an eyebrow at him as he tries to get the oxygen back in his lungs, "I... never got your... name."
  "My name? It's (Y/n)," she covers her mouth as she about dies from laughter.
  "Well, (Y/n), I'm Sanji," he stands up straight again. "It's a pleasure meeting someone so beautiful."

~Franky~
Quote: "I think you know you've found someone special when you meet them for the first time, and it feels like you're just picking up where you left off. You look at them and think, "where have you been?" "

(Y/n) was at the hardware store and was debating between buying paint chalk or regular paint. She probably took too long because someone comes down the aisle.
  She grabs the two different paints in a (f/c) color and starts to read the two different labels. She sighs while mentally face palming, "Need help choosing?"
  She looks over at the tall-ish man. The thing that really stands out to her though is his electric-blue hair. He arches his eye when she doesn't answer and shrugs before grabbing a light brown chalk paint container.
  She snaps out of her daze and calls out to him before he turns around, "Well... actually. Yeah... I was just trying to figure out what the difference is between the two..."
  He nods knowingly and smiles at the (h/c)-haired women, "Well... chalk paint is super if you're looking for an aged look. Normal paint tends to miss out on what chalk paint can deliver in that sense."
  "That's it?" she look upset when he nods. "I've been standing here for over an hour trying to figure something that simple out..."
  He blinks rapidly before he puts a hand on her shoulder, "You spent an hour in a hardware store... trying to choose paint? And that's it?"
  "Well... actually... that's not the only thing I was thinking about," she only continues when she knows that he's waiting for her, "I was also... questioning my life choices."
  "Are you kidding me right now? I have never heard anybody say that before," he laughs loudly and she sees the people walking by giving him the strangest looks, which causes her to smile, "I go by Franky. What's your name, Miss-I-Contemplate-My-Past-Decisions-Inside-A-Hardware-Store?"
  "(Y/n). But I go by (N/n) if we're going off of what we go by," she extends her hand. "And I don't care if I seem strange for deeply thinking about my past choices. At least you know I don't feel anything towards my past."
  "That's true... so very true," he watches her put the regular paint back and hold onto the chalk paint. "That's a super choice, (Y/n). You definitely won't regret it."
  She shakes her head and laughs at how she's already enjoying the way he stresses the word 'super', "I better not, 'super'-man."

~Usopp~
Quote: "Their eyes met, and in an instant, with an inexplicable, only half conscious rush of emotion, they were in perfect communication."

It's a very strange day. (Y/n) just wanted to be undisturbed. But nope, she wasn't lucky enough for that to happen, she had to be waken out of her slumber by a loud noise. Someone had tumbled down the hill and smacked right into the tree (Y/n) was sleeping against.
  At first she looks around confused, until she mets the eyes of a curly black-haired man. He chuckles nervously as he rubs the back of his neck, "Boy... am I sorry..."
  "It's... okay?" she cocks an eyebrow before shrugging it off, "More importantly, are you okay? What happened?"
  "I-I was playing tag... with my dog... and I tripped," he sits up as the dog he was talking about comes frolicking around him. "This is him!"
  "Aw... he's so cute!" she holds out her hand and the brown dog walks up and nudges his blue nose against her hand. "What's his name?"
  "Chopper," the man pats his leg and the dog pads over and lays down next to him. "His name is Chopper."
"Well... he's simply adorable," she smiles at the man before holding out her hand. "My name is (Y/n). And I really like your dog."
His eyes widen but he takes her hand, "I'm Usopp. It's... nice to meet you (Y/n)!"

~Law~
Quote: "The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic to these things. You meet someone... and you fall in love. And... that's that.

She takes in a deep breath; today is the day she starts going to college, and boy does she have butterflies in her stomach. There's so much that just makes her nervous. The thought of having a classroom full of people and not properly knowing the teacher makes her nervous.
  She sighs as she enters the building; too early for her own good, but worried that she was too late that she wouldn't get a good seat.  She enters the classroom and sighs in relief, there's only one other person in the room currently.
  She finds a spot that she thinks fits her nicely and sits down. The other person in the room watches her the whole time, already making a decision about her. She holds herself well–not with too much pride, but not like she's ashamed–and she seems to be well educated.
    He picks his book back up and continues to read from where he left off. For the next few minutes all there is in the room is silence, except for the sound of the man turning the pages of his book.
  She pulls out her phone and shakes her head; her mother texted her. She starts typing a reply back, with the buttons clicking because she thinks that the sound of it is calming, when she looks back at the man and thinks that maybe he doesn't like the noise, "Do you mind?"
  He looks at her over the book and he raises an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
  She gives him a small smile, "The noise of the buttons... do you mind it being up so loud? Personally, I find it soothing, but I know some people have issues with it."
  "Like the sound of a clock ticking?" he puts the book down and she gets a better look at him. "I don't really mind it."
  "Cool. Thanks," she stares at the messy-black haired man with tattoos on his hands in front of her and she bites her lip. "What are you reading?"
  "A book," he states obviously and she sighs causing him to smirk slightly. "It's called 'Every Patient Tells a Story'. It's not too interesting, but it's not bad... I just needed something to keep me occupied while I waited for classes to start, but looks like you can do that now."
  She blinks rapidly before she smiles back at him, "Well... if you can handle me. I'm (Y/n)."
  "Law," he simply says the name that it confuses her... like what about the law? "That's my name, it's Law."

~Kid~
Quote: "You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved you before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect-you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together, but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her those most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break-her heart. Don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."

(Y/n) walks around the puppy store and bends down in front of a kennel. It's housing a (f/d) and she falls in love with it. She looks at the name tag and it reads 'Peach'. She places her hand on the glass and the puppy presses her head against the glass.
  She jumps up and flags down a worker, telling them she wants to purchase the (f/d) named Peach. They get the dog and bring her into a closed room to fill out the paper work. She places Peach onto her lap and strokes her fur while they talk about what purchasing this dog means... and the money she has to be willing to give up.
  She ends the paperwork and hold Peach in her arms as she walks out of the store. But before she could leave completely, she heard someone grumbling about how they didn't want to be here and that they hate puppies. She turns her head to see a red-haired male and a woman standing with him.
  She walks up to him and stands in front of him, "How can you not like puppies?! If you don't like puppies you don't have a soul!"
  "Maybe I don't. Why the fuck does it matter to you?" he folds his arms as he eyes the dog in her arm.
  "Because dogs are adorable! They're there for you when no one else is! They'll always love you when other people abandon you!" she huffs as she glares at him. The woman laughing at (Y/n) and the face that the man is making.
  "Really now? What about when they die? They don't leave you then? And don't give me that bullshit about how they live a long time. No matter how old a dog lives... you'll still outlive it," he growls under his breath. "Dogs are disgusting. They're clingy, you have to clean up after them, and they're annoying."
  The woman grabs the mans arm, "Babe. Just drop it. You'll never win against a dog."
  "Excuse me?" (Y/n) glares at the woman and places Peach on the ground, holding onto the leash she bought before so that the puppy doesn't run away.
  "I'm just saying. You're obviously such a dog person that you're a dog as well," the woman sighs and looks at Peach. "Your dog is ugly. I'd never buy that dog breed."
  "Oh you did not just insult my dog!" (Y/n) grand the woman's hair and drags her outside the store. The man just starts to laugh and that just makes her blood boil even more.
  She throws the woman on the ground and connects her fist to the other person's jaw. Peach just sits down and waits for her owner to finish. She's much smarter than what the couple was thinking.
  (Y/n) stands up and looks over at the red haired male, "You want a piece of me now?"
  He holds up his hands while (Y/n) grabs Peach's leash, "I'm good. So tell me... what's your name, badass?"
  "(Y/n). And I'm normally a pacifist. You guys just really knew which buttons to push," she looks at him as he laughs, which causes her to smile for some odd reason. "What's your name?"
  "My name... is Kid," he shoves his hands in his pocket expecting her to laugh, but she doesn't.
  "That's a unique name, Kid," she picks Peach up and waves at him as she walks away. "It was nice meeting you. I hope we can meet again and fix this so I won't always be the person who beat up your girlfriend."

~Sabo~
Quote: "You are not lost; you are in transit. And the riptides you fear will take your life, are the currents carrying you into mine."

Sabo looks around trying to find the person he came to the dance with, but failing. He shrugs it off because honestly they told him not to expect too much. He walks around trying to take it all in; the theme of a masquerade trying to tie in the school colors of blue and white, the girls in long to short dresses, the loud music, the food, and the noise of people talking.
  He spots someone in the corner of the room though, all alone. She's sitting on the floor and seems to be hunched over. He walks over to her and can see her body shake. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tissue. He bends down next to her, places his hand on her shoulder, and holds out the tissue.
  She looks up from the floor and their eyes meet. She takes the tissue before she looks away from him, "Thanks."
  "No problem. What's the matter?" he sits down next to her and waits for her to be ready.
  "I don't even know you... why do you care about me?" she wipes away her tears before she uses the tissue to wipe her nose.
  "I'm just trying to be nice. I'm concerned," he wraps his arms around her shoulder and pulls her onto his chest. "You don't have to tell me... I just want you to stop crying. You're a beautiful young lady... and beautiful young ladies shouldn't cry."
  "I'm not beautiful," she mumbles as she feels his hand run through her hair. "And I am crying. Which is why I'm not beautiful. I'm definitely not a beautiful crier."
  "Beautiful, no one is," he closes his eyes. "But I think you have to be the most beautiful crier I have ever seen."
  She shakes her head, "Are you flirting with me? Because if you are, I'm not-"
  "No, I'm just trying to get you to smile," he rubs her shoulder. "In fact, I've never actually been good a flirting. I just want you to enjoy your prom night."
  "Well, it's seriously impossible," she pulls away from his embrace and goes back to staring at the floor. "My boyfriend is sleeping with my best friend."
  "That's low," he stares at the (h/c)-stranded woman and he bites his lip. "Well... I don't have a date... would you... like to dance with me?"
  She looks at him skeptical, and she shakes her head. He stands up and extends a hand out to her, "Please. Just one dance? If you aren't feeling any better after the dance you can slap me and I'll leave you alone. Sound like a plan, Stan?"
She thinks about it, but ultimately nod before taking his hand, "But my name isn't Stan."
  He gives her a smile worth a Grammy or something, "Then what is it?"
  "My name is (Y/n)," their eyes meet and her mouth forms into a smile, just like his.
  "I'm Sabo, and it's a pleasure getting to know you, (Y/n).

~Ace~
Quote: "When you meet someone special, you'll know. You're heart will beat more rapidly and you'll smile for no reason."

(Y/n) decided to watch a movie at the theater today. And after the movie she just follows the crowd. She's so lost thinking about the movie, that she bumps into someone... well not just bumps. She trips over his feet and grabs onto his shoulder to stop herself from falling.
  Since he's unprepared they end up falling onto the floor together. She sits back up and hurriedly gets off the floor, "I am so sorry! I didn't notice you there... and then I tried to-"
  She stops dead in her sentence as the man's laughter explodes into the surrounding area. She blinks at him totally confused at to how he can just laugh something like this off. She pushes him onto the ground... in public.
  He stands up but leans on the wall while he still laughs. His hand is covering his face so she can't really see him. She stands there for a few moments waiting for his laughter to die down... but he doesn't really stop so she starts to think about just leaving him.
  He abruptly stops, which makes her confused until he looks up at her, a wide smile plastered across his face, "Sorry. What were you saying? I was laughing so hard, I didn't hear anything. In fact... I can't even remember why I was laughing so hard in the first place."
  She stares at him, not believing him, but then shakes her head, "Well... I ran int-"
  He starts to laugh again, but clears his throat, "That's right! Don't worry about it! I was waiting for my brother to come out of the bathroom and it's my fault I wasn't paying attention. These-"
  "It is not your fault! If I was looking where I was going I wouldn't have ran into you! Plus, I was the one who grabbed onto you as well!" she  argues, which causes him to laugh again.
  "We're both at fault! So it's fine," he gives her a smile. "Right?"
  "Well... I don't agree that we're both at fault... but I-I guess," she shrugs it off because his smile is contagious.
  "That's more like it!" he stares at the (h/c)-haired woman and keeps the smile on his face, but he turns when he hears someone else coming. "Luffy! About time! Did you fall in the toilet or something?"
  "No! I'll never fall in! It was just that the wait was unbearable! Like seriously! I had to wait for like ten people to-" the new boy looks at her and gives her a wide smile. "Hi! I'm Luffy!"
  She eyes the hand he's extended, but she reaches out and takes it, "Nice to meet you, Luffy! I'm (Y/n)! I just ran into your brother... and oh boy I'm going to be late now!"
  "For what?" Luffy follows after her as she starts to walk away, his brother following close behind.
  "My show," she laughs and rubs the back of her neck. She stops in front of her car and sighs. "That jackass did it again..."
  "What?" Luffy pops his head around her and looks at her car. "What happened to your car?"
  "My ex," she sighs before grabbing her phone and dials up a number. "Hey, (b/f)... it happened again. I need a ride home from th-what do you mean you're busy?! I'm gonna miss my show you little-they hung up."
  "You need a ride? We can give you one!" Luffy looks at the man who nods.
  "I don't mind. Oh, by the way," the man walks over and unlocks his car. "I'm Ace."

~Shanks~
Quote: "1 universe, 9 planets, 204 countries, 809 islands, 7 seas... and I had the privilege of meeting you."

She gets to the airport and checks her bag in. She then tries to find her terminal and everything. Navigating the airport isn't really her favorite thing to do, but necessary for her job.
  She sighs out as she waits in line to board the plane. She's one of the first people to board and she takes the window seat. She puts her earbuds in and listens to the music blasting on her phone while she waits for the rest of the people.
  One man catches her eye in particular, he has short-red hair, a scar across his eye, and no left arm. His eyes meet hers and he smiles, she looks away and out the window. She feels someone take the seat next to her and she closes her eyes.
  She just wants to be ignored, she doesn't want anyone to talk to her. She puts her carry-on under the seat and checks the time. She sighs out and just wishes that the flight could be over already.
  She opens her eyes and looks over at the person sitting next to her, who was trying to get her attention for some odd reason. She sees the red-haired man and raises her eyebrows, "Yes?"
  "I was just wondering... have you ever flown before? It seems you have... so I just wanted to ask what part is the worst," he takes his hand and rubs the back of his neck.
  "Probably take off and landing," she takes out her earbuds. "After that... if there's not turbulence, it's smooth sailing."
  "Sailing. That's something I enjoy," he laughs before turning his phone on. "Though, you really don't want to hear about my life. So I'll leave you to your business. Thanks for your opinion though."
  "Oh no, please tell me more," she brushes a (h/c) strand behind her her ear. "I've never been sailing before. I always mean too... but my job always causes me to fly instead of going on a boat."
  "I've just gone on a ton of cruises," he chuckles. "My job gets me on them a lot. It's pretty great... makes me sad though. I see all the happy families... and I don't have one. Ignore that remark though, sounds like I'm some depressed old man. I'm not. I'll have you know I'm only thirty-seven."
  She laughs and shakes her head, "I'm not judging. I'd never even dream of it... I'm not much younger than you and I don't have a family either. I'm just always so busy that none of my boyfriends can handle me."
  "That's a shame, patience is a virtue," he hums and she smiles. It's good to know someone agrees with you sometimes.
  "I guess people just don't think that way anymore," she stares back out the window, but they continue talking the whole plane ride.
  It isn't until they have to part ways at baggage claim that they realize they never introduced themselves to each other. He tells her to give him her phone.
  She unlocks the phone and he starts to type something. He then takes a picture of himself and hands it back to her. She looks in her phone and smiles. His name is Shanks. That's good to know.

~Buggy~
Quote: "Meeting you was fate... becoming your friend was a choice... but falling in love with you was beyond my control."

She gets off work for the day and decides to head to the park, just to relax before heading home. There she sits on a bench and watches the sunset. She watches as people pass by, not taking the time to admire the natural beauty.
  Much like how people view other people. She sighs before brushing a newly dyed (h/c) strand hair away from her face. Her (e/c) orbs look over at a person holding balloons and looking like he's searching for someone.
  She shrugs it off and looks away. She stands up and starts to walk away, but she stops as she looks back and the man looks defeated. She sighs, knowing she'll regret doing this.
  She walks over to him and tilts her head, "Are you looking for someone? I've been here for a while... maybe I can help you."
  "Well," he looks at the ground a bit ashamed. "I'm actually here for my job... but no one really matches the description I was given of the person I'm supposed to surprise or something..."
  "Describe them to me," she shoves her hands on her pockets and when he does she shakes her head. He just described her before she dyed her hair, but she has no idea what kind of job he does so she acts like she doesn't know who he's talking about. "What is your job anyway? You know you look really strange right? Standing around at a park and holding balloons... like a clown."
  "I... was a circus clown for a while," he mumbles under his breath. "But now I just make deliveries for like secret admires or something... I don't even know... my friend set me up with this job."
  She raises her eyebrow and shrugs, "Who set you up to this one? I'm the person you're looking for, (Y/n)."
  "Oh... well... I'm not really supposed to tell you... but it won't hurt will it?" he hands her the balloons and the card he was given. "It was someone named (b/f)."
  "Oh. It's just my best friend... wait... does this mean he likes me?" he shrugs as she stares at the envelope.
  "Not necessarily. Sometimes it's just things to show appreciation or wish them a happy birthday. Sometimes it's really just because they just felt like it. Sort of... like a prank," he lifts his arms up. "Don't shoot the messenger."
  She sighs before pocketing the envelope, "Thanks anyway... what's your name?" she asks the long-blue haired man. "I might have to call you back up if this is a prank or something to show appreciation. If not, hey. I met someone new."
  "I'm Buggy. That's seriously my name," he pulls out a business card and hands it to her. "That's the card. I even do birthday parties... just in case you ever need a clown to show up when you two get married."
  "We aren't going to get married... I feel bad... but I don't think of him that way. As for the party... I'll still think about it," she smiles at him and laughs. "Thanks Buggy."

~Smoker~
Quote: "Somewhere someone is searching for you in every person they meet."

She couldn't be any happier for her friend, finally getting married. She's, of course, her maid of honor, but the dress she has to wear is seriously not really her color. Oh well, for her friend she'll do anything.
  The wedding goes by smoothly, the cake is amazing, the music matches the couple perfectly, and the vows... well... (Y/n) may or may not have cried. But it's not even close to being over when (b/f) calls her over and introduces her to her spouse's best man.
  "(Y/n)! This is Smoker! He used to work with (bf/s)!" (B/f) looks over the her spouse and nods. "Well anyway, you two should talk. I've got to go dance with my husband!"
  The (h/c) haired woman glares at the back of her friend's head before turning to the gray-haired man, "Hey... so like she said... my name's (Y/n)."
  "I'm Smoker," he clears his throat. "Not meaning to be rude or anything, but you don't look very comfortable in that dress."
  "I'm not, so I don't mind you saying that," she pulls at the dress and looks at Smoker. "You... how long have you worked in the police force?"
  "I joined when I turned eighteen. Right out of high school," he grabs a drink and takes a sip out of the cup. "What do you do?"
  "Me? Oh... I'm a school counselor," she laughs before she grabs a drink and does the same thing he did. "The kids are really nice and everyone else that I work with are all amazing people."
  "That's cool..." they both fall silent before she starts to laugh. He gives her a concerned look. "What's so funny? Did I miss something?"
  "I'm sorry... I was just laughing at how socially awkward we both are being right now," she takes a deep breath. "But now that I think about it, that could've been insensitive... I'm sorry."
  "No. You're right. Let's start over," he extends his hand, "Hi, my name's Smoker. I'm a police officer and my best friend is the groom."
  "Hello, Smoker," she takes his hand and shakes it. "I'm (Y/n), and I work as a school guidance counselor. The bride happens to be my best friend."
  They both laugh at their exchange before they somehow find a random conversation topic to keep them occupied. Seems like this is a start of a great friendship, well it should be... their best friends are married now... so they'll be seeing a lot more of each other. It only makes sense that they should be friends, right? Yes.

~Coby~
Quote: "The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that's not the one. When you meet your 'soul-mate' you'll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation."

Her legs dangle over the railing as the rain pours down over her body causing the cold to run through her body and seeks refuge into the bones, but she doesn't care. She doesn't even think anybody else does either; it's not like she wants to die or is even thinks about killing herself, she still believes there's something out there. Something that only she can do.
  She knows better than to believe that there's no reason to live, she can get through anything the world throws at her; she just really likes the rain and couldn't care less if she gets sick. She just wants the world to stop.
  It's not like there are much good people out there who would stop to help her if they thought she was going to jump anyway, so she has nothing to worry about. She breaths in the musky smell of rain and looks at the sky.
  Cars race by, but there is no one else walking about. The stars are hidden by the rain, but the street lamps light up the surrounding area. She closes her eyes and takes in her surroundings. She hears footsteps growing closer, and the raindrops falling onto an umbrella.
  They stop behind her and she hears the umbrella close. She then feels something dry and warm encompass her shoulders. She turns her head sideways to see a young man climbing the railing and taking a seat next to her.
  "I didn't know I wasn't the only person who does this on a rainy day..." he looks at the horizon, his pink-hair starting to get wet already because of the rain. "I mean... I hope you're not here to commit suicide and what I just said actually makes sense..."
  "No, I'm not here to die," she turns her head back and looks at the river rushing under the bridge. "And I always come here... even when it's not raining."
  "Makes sense," he closes his eyes and puts his head down.
  "Why are you here?" she looks at him out of the corner of her eye.
  "Well... I used to be suicidal," he takes a deep breath. "I was short... and chubby so people though that it was okay to make fun of me. It got to the point of no return... I came here one day... but I was too scared. Somebody saw me though and thought that I was actually going to jump. It a stupid reason I learned that everything gets better. I met some friends and we all go running early in the morning. It's strange and you probably really didn't want to know that, huh?"
  "No. I like it," she closes her eyes. "I think that's a wonderful story about you overcoming your difficulties."
  He tilts his head and shrugs, "Most of the time when I tell people that they tell me I'm foolish and that no matter what I shouldn't ever think about doing something like that."
  "I'm not them," she sighs. "I was also suicidal once. So I understand where you're coming from. It felt like nothing would go my way and then I lost the only person who even cared enough to keep me going. So I was over the edge, I overdosed. You know... you never know how much people care about you... until it's almost too late to go back..."
  He nods, "There's always a different story isn't there?"
  "You could say that... or there are always different versions of the same story," she looks over at him and waits for his response.
  "That's so very true," he nods. "There's just so much that you can't see by just hearing one person... you need to look at the bigger picture."
  "Exactly! I think people just don't understand that... it's stupid really... we're all about living freely and being equal... but we all judge so mercilessly..." she reaches into her pocket and takes out a rock with a word scribbled on it and throws it into the river below to get washed away. She then turns to him and gives him a smile, "I'm (Y/n)."
  His eyes widen and he gives her a wide smile, something that sets them both at ease, "My name is Coby! It's a pleasure meeting you, (Y/n)!"

~Cavendish~
Quote: "It's amazing how you can fall in love with someone who you didn't even notice when you first met them."

  (Y/n) shakes her head, how did her friend drag her into this? She doesn't even like this guy, yet here she is... at his photoshoot. He's too much of a narcissist.
She sighs as her friend, along with all the other girls, fangirl over the long blond-haired man. She taps her foot and can't wait for it to end. She shoves her hands in her pockets as she waits.
"What? How can she cancel?" his voice floats over to the girls and they all stop screaming and start to whisper amongst themselves. "I need a female in some of these photos in order to win the challenge."
Immediately the girls surrounding him start to scream about how they want to be the other's replacement. Everyone but (b/f) and (Y/n)... the (h/c)-haired woman couldn't care less, (b/f) though... was screaming that (Y/n) actually has experience in modeling.
Her (e/c) orbs glare at the best friend as the manager points at her and tells her to help them out. She sighs, the good nature she has is getting the best of her, and agrees to helping them out.
The rest of the ladies glare at (Y/n) as she approaches the male model. She rolls her eyes as he looks at her. She stops in front of him, "What do you need me for?"
"Well... we need you to act like a couple," the manager states and she looks at the man.
"I refuse," she turns and starts to walk away, but stops dead in her tracks when he calls out how much they'll be paying her. "Alright. But I should state that my condition is that I will not kiss him."
"Done," the manager sighs with relief. "Thank you so much for doing this... you have no idea what you just saved me from... his tantrums are the worst..."
"With how narcissistic he is... I wouldn't doubt it," she sighs and can tell that the manager is happy that he found a girl who isn't in love with the model and still has a head on her shoulders.
The blond man pouts at how she's talking about him as if he's not there, "I'm standing right here... and how come I didn't get to choose who I shoot with?"
"Because the world doesn't revolve around you," (Y/n) sighs and holds out her hand. "But if I'm doing a job with you... it's best if I introduce myself... my name is (Y/n). I wish I could say that it's a pleasure... but it's not really because I strongly dislike how you behave and think that everyone is under you, or that you're better than everyone else. I dislike that as well."
He grumbles something under his breath but quickly quiets down when his manager glares at him. He extends his arm and shakes her hand as if sealing the deal, "Though you already know my name, it's Cavendish."

~Bartolomeo~
Quote: "From the moment we started talking, I knew that I wanted you around."

'Nothing ventured; nothing gained' is a pretty accurate saying for (Y/n). She's finds herself in all kinds of situations without even meaning to get into them. Like right now, she's staring at someone who just saved her from something illegal happening to her.
The other male writhing in pain on the ground and the long-shaggy green-haired male grabs her hand and leads her out of the ally. Why was she even in the ally? That was just asking for trouble.
She lets herself be guided by the man who probably really dislikes her right now, like wow. You can't even properly save yourself, what a disgrace. Is what he's probably thinking, but she couldn't care less right now.
At least she got out of the situation, plus if she really wanted to get away desperately she'd have kneed him where the sun don't shine. He stops suddenly and turns to face her.
"What's wrong with you-dabe?" he grumbles, for some reason his face is flushed, but she soon understands when he throws his jacket over her and she realizes that the guy in ally ripped her shirt.
She chuckles at how easily get got flustered over that, but then doesn't really understand why he's getting mad at her... he doesn't even know her, "I don't know what you mean..."
"Going into an ally... that's just begging to get raped-dabe," he stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"And you care... why?" she bites her lip trying to figure this man out.
"I'm trying to be a better person... but hey," he shrugs before turning away. "It's up to you if you listen or not-dabe."
"What do you mean... you're trying to be a better person?" she stares at him as he suddenly looks like he's caught in headlights.
"I was in a gang," he was states and turns back around to face her, as if his appearance doesn't give it away. "but then I met someone I admire and he taught me that living my life like that like I'm only setting myself up to fail-dabe."
She nods, understanding what he means, but honestly, she doesn't care if she fails or not at life, "It's all in the risk."
He gives her a confused look and shakes his head, "That's true, but sometimes... you know what... I don't care-dabe. I warned you and that's all I can do-dabe."
"I didn't say I wasn't going to listen to your advice. I actually really think you're admirable yourself for helping me out," she smiles at him as he turns a shade of red. "But I still can't believe that you were going to walk away and leave me with this amazing coat... looks like it's valuable to you. Come on, I'll take you to my house and you can keep your coat and I'll change my shirt, sound like a plan?"
"Yeah!" he sticks out his tongue a bit. "As long as I get my jacket back... I don't care where we go-dabe."
"Well... Mr.Dabe-guy, I'm (Y/n)," she starts to walk to her house.
"My names Bartolomeo, (Y/n)-dabe!"

~Mihawk~
Quote: "Imagine meeting someone who understood even the dustiest corner of your mixed-up soul."

  The smell of paper and ink fill her nose as she steps into the building. She walks over to the (favorite/genre) section and picks out a book that she's been dying to read but they never had it.
She walks over to a table and sits down, without even realizing that there was someone else already there and reading another book of the (f/g) genre. She leans back in the chair trying to get comfy and somehow accidentally kicks him under the table.
They both look up from the books that they're reading and her eyes widen, "I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention when I sat down and... thought that nobody was here... but then... I kicked you. Sorry."
"It's fine," he puts down his book and nods at the book she's reading. "I read that book. It's an okay book, I wouldn't say it's the best though... it takes a while for it to pick up."
She nods and looks at the book he put down, "I've read that one before. It's best if you curl up next to or under something warm and read it... maybe some hot-cocoa... oo... that sounds so good right now."
His face stays the same expression as he takes in what she said and then he nods, "Noted. Thanks for the input."
"And thanks for the input on this book... I haven't seen it here, but it's been on my list for awhile. Now I know it's at least not a complete waste of my time," she stretches before they both reach for their books again.
They read in silence until they both finish the book that they were reading. For some strange reason, they feel the need to discuss it, so they stay in the library until closing time just discussing the books.
They continue to talk about it, well it's mostly her talking, until they have to part ways to go home. She stops before turning off and holds out her hand, "I'm (Y/n). It was nice talking to you today."
"I'm Mihawk... and I do believe that it was nice talking to you today as well," he takes her hand and shakes it.
"We should do it again sometime!" she smiles at him, and strangely, he can't find the will to say no to her.
"Sure, I'd love to," he suddenly sees her whip out her phone and shove it in his face. It already open to a new contact slot. He chuckles inwardly and grabs it to place his number inside.
He hands it back to her and she gives him a wide smile, she also does something unexpected and pulls him into a hug, "Thanks Mihawk! I'll text you later!"
She runs off to leave him alone. He shakes his head as he starts to walk home, "(Y/n)... what a curious person..."

-End-

A/N
HOLY SH***T! Another book!!! Someone kill me. Why do I do this to myself? Well... I'm going to point this out... updates will be slow.
Also if you guys have any scenarios please comment them! (Well... except for the obvious ones of course, like first kiss first date and blah blah blah. Just the most random things you guys can think of!) Any and ALL will be appreciated!
Shout out to all of y'alls who helped me out with some of these... you know who you are.

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