on my back in the middle seat (of your big red truck kicking up my feet)

Sanji had been waiting for about fifteen minutes now, which was too long, when Zoro only lived five minutes away. Which meant he’d either gotten lost or fallen back asleep. Sanji hoped it was the former.If Zoro had fallen back asleep, then Sanji would have to deal with his stupid emotions on his own, which was something he didn’t want to do.He supposed he could’ve called Usopp. Or Nami. They had cars, they’d come. But Sanji didn’t want them to see him like this, and if he was being truly honest, didn’t even want Zoro to see him like this—but out of everyone, Zoro felt like the safest bet.Zoro was something guaranteed and normal—something familiar. He was always around Sanji these days, the two of them hanging out with each other when the rest of the gang couldn’t. He also wasn’t the type to look down on Sanji, had always insisted that they were equals. The rest of the gang would’ve looked at him in pity or something akin to that.With Zoro, Sanji knew he was in good hands because Zoro knew him like the back of his hand and wouldn’t do anything to upset him, even unintentionally. Or, Sanji has the worst day possible and immediately goes to Zoro for help.