Hey guys! Yeah, see what I did there (Despicable Me reference tho) and what do you think of my seat above, titled If Ezra got Taller (who's short now, shorty!!!! Imagine the banter...) also, Sabine is blushy. Duh.
This is a fun one, a prequel mind you because I wanted to show how Sabine warmed up to Ezra, since I had been wondering about this transition from irritation to friendship! And of course Ezra is trying to make her laugh in this fic. So here we go, and tell me what you think!

The Ghost and it's crew was all a very new experience for Ezra, but he was slowly getting used to the whole thing. Well, some things.
One thing he couldn't get used to was the food. It wasn't that he didn't like it - he couldn't get enough of it. But that was the real shock to his system. For 8 years of his life, he'd never had enough of it. And now, he couldn't believe how much food they had. For them, it was nothing really, but for him it was a feast. Hera made sure he had enough, even though his habit of eating only a little to save food was still hovering about. They were all treating him like on of the family. Even Zeb, after they stole a tie together, was like an older brother to him. The only one who was still distant was Sabine.

Sabine Wren... That girl was something. She'd blasted her way into his life, literally, dived down, commented on his gutsy moves and made off with a crate. His crate. Even before she took her helmet, he was impressed. And then once she did, he just couldn't resist hitting on her. It wasn't even his fault! How was he supposed to know his weakness was strong, smart, sassy Mandalorian gunslingers who just happened to be irresistibly cute and hot? She was a knockout. And completely out of his league. Ezra knew this. Okay, maybe she wasn't into him now.
But who knew what would happen in the future? And he saw something when she told him her name for the first time. A little smile. A breach of her shell. Just enough for him to see there was more underneath her gruff persona. Ezra wanted that to come out. She just needed to warm up to him. And Ezra took it upon
himself to make sure that happened.
How, you may ask? By doing what he did whenever he got the chance - cracking jokes and mouthing off.

And so he'd start with a, "Hey Sabine," and see where he went from there. Normally, it would be fruitless. But Ezra was a confident dude. And once he started, he wouldn't give up. Whether that be Jedi training, or flirting - this boy was on a roll!
Unfortunately, today was not a good day for any flirting.

"Uh-oh" Zeb muttered in a voiced that spelled trouble as Sabine entered the room that morning, scowling fiercely and looking very bedraggled, her hair sticking up and a blob of red paint on her cheek and nose.
"I've seen that look before. That's a bad day look."
Ezra looked up at Zeb, puzzled. He was still the rookie, the noob.
"What's a bad day look?" he asked.
Zeb grunted, looking sheepish. "Ever had a bad day, kid? We all have them. Nothing goes right on a bad day. And you can always tell from the expression. But with Sabine... Well, hers are particularly bad."
They both peered over from the table to the right, where Sabine was busy ranting to Kanan.
"A paint canister. I bust a paint canister. How does that happen? These were the extra durable ones! I don't break paint cans! Not normally!"
Ezra winced, and then he got an idea. Maybe today was the day! All he had to do was make a plan n the go. And he was great at that. Improvise was his middle name.
Zeb scratched his head, nodding. "Breaks something, heavy metal blasting from her room, paint on her face. Yep, that's definitely the start of a bad day."
Ezra responded to this by tilting his head and cracking his knuckles, to Zeb's amusement.
"Well I'm gonna end that bad day before it takes over!" he exclaimed, a mad gleam in his eye. Zeb roared with laughter, slapping his knee.
"Good one, kid. I'd like to see you try! She likes to be ALONE on days like these, to get over it."
Ezra glared at the Lasat, then smiled at Sabine confidently and waved at her, raising his eyebrows, to which she made a confused look, waved slightly back and then quickly turned away, still furious.
"You watch. I bet I can make her laugh with some of the old Ezra magic!" he said, still smiling at her.
Zeb scoffed, thumping Ezra on the back amicably.
"You owe me five waffles if you can't manage it. I'm still not over yesterday!"
Ezra shook on it, grinning. "You're on. And you have to make them for me if I win. She laughs once, those waffles are mine!"
Zeb snorted and walked off, but not before calling back, "Like that'll happen. Smiling doesn't count, by the way. And she still hasn't warmed to you fully. I can taste those waffles already!"

Ezra skipped over to Sabine's room, confident in his comedic abilities. Just wait till he told Zeb!
He leaned in, giving her his best smile. She rolled her eyes, and he could clearly see she was not in a good mood,. Her latest piece had black paint running down the side, and she was visibly frustrated, shadows under her eyes.
"What is it, Ezra?" she growled. He braced himself and said the first thing that came into his head.
"So, I take it you've got your panties in a twist today? Because I could help you out with that."
Her scowl rose, and she looked at him in annoyance as he realised what he said.
Ezra mentally face palmed and tried again.
"I mean - I'm pretty good at cheering people up. Let's face it - I'm a prankster with a killer smile. So I know what's up.Your mad. It's showing, even on your art."
She huffed, carrying on with her mural.
"First of all, killer smile? And secondly, I'm not mad! I've just - I've got art block!"
He rolled his eyes and said, "Art block? You? Oh come on. I know a joke or two. Wanna hear one?"
She groaned quietly but still listened, spraying away.
Taking that as a yes, Ezra launched in.
"Okay - why is a Jedi never lonely?" he asked, and she raised an eyebrow. He continued. "Because the force is always with him!"
He beamed, but Sabine only gave a small smile and carried on. Undeterred, Ezra got ready his next joke. "Okay then, Miss Hard-To-Please. Why did the angry anooba cross the road?"
Sabine couldn't help retorting sarcastically, "To eat up the laser brain telling jokes about him?"
Zeb laughed from next door, and Ezra scowled. "Hey - joke thief! And Zeb, you can't talk - you tell UNCLE JOKES! Come on, Sabine, not even one laugh for me?" Ezra frowned.
Sabine looked up, disgruntled.
"It's not exactly working, kid. Nothing's working for me today."
Ezra looked cross. He resolved not to give up, and said, "You know I'm hilarious as well as hot. And I'm not going to give up till I get you to laugh!"
Right, he thought as Sabine stalked off to have lunch. Time for his secret weapon. Phase Two of this operation had commenced!

Phase Two: The Face
"Sabiiiiine," Ezra sang as he entered the main room. She was clearing up where she had somehow managed to trip and spill her lunch onto the floor - something that never usually happened. She looked up and frowned even more.
"Aw, you're getting frown lines. You can't stay grumpy forever, Sabine. What?"
He asked, smirking slightly as he leaned down and she sat up, scowling.
"Do I have to do the face?" He asked her, and she glared at him as if to say, don't you dare.
He smiled smugly.
"You know you can't resist the face."
At this, he widened his eyes and gave the world's biggest Force-pout.
She took one look at him and groaned. What a face. He looked like a loth-cat that was about to cry. She din't know whether to snort or bawl. Finally, she decided she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of having her react.
She gave him a dry look and walked out. Ezra was stunned.
"She resisted the face!" he exclaimed, while Zeb chortled.

How do I make her laugh?
Ezra wondered as he trudged through the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck absentmindedly. Hera saw this, and decided to help him out. After all, Sabine would need to trust him sooner or later.
"Remember when she did the painting? She loves a good prank," she whispered to Ezra as she went past, and as soon as she did Ezra got inspiration. "Oh! Thanks, Hera!" he said, and Hera feigned confusion. "Whatever for?" She asked, seemingly innocent, and Ezra sniggered as he ran past. He knew exactly what to do.

30 minutes later

"Psst - Sabine," Ezra whispered form the corner of her door. She got up grumpily. "What is it this time Ezra? I told you, I -"
"Not now! Come on, you've GOT to see this," He interrupted and pulled her into the corridor, watching as Zeb whistled as he walked into the kitchen and Sabine saw the jackpot - a great day balloon, with red jelly inside.
"Oh, no way!" Sabine exclaimed. Instantly her face lit up, and Eza smiled with delight. Perfect.
Zeb was preparing a great chop, searching for some dressing and didn't notice that on the chair, instead of his favourite red cushion was a clear ballon filled to the brim with candleberry sauce, ready to burst.
Sabine whistled quietly, shaking her head an dEzra grinned a wide, self satisfied grin. Oh, Zeb was going to see her laugh AND get candleberry sauce all over himself as well as the groat chop!
"Ready? Watch this," he said in a hushed voice, counting down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 as Zeb sat with a thump on the chair, and the red sauce exploded and splattered all over him, leaving him not purple but dripping crimson, two green eyes poking out and very angry. Ezra whooped, Zeb spotted him and snarled - and then in that instant they heard something from the corner: a burst of laughter that had been held in all day. Ezra whipped his head around, and there was Sabine, giggling uproariously, hitting her leg. The laugh was uncontrollable, gleeful and straight from the belly. Every time she tried to stop to breathe she started all over again, so much that her sides hurt. Her eyes had crinkled up in the corners and her smile bad spread into a radiant, full toothed beam that seemed to light up the room. For Ezra, who'd never seen her laugh like this before, it was magical, and there was a great swooping sensation in the pit of his stomach that threatened to bowl him over. He didn't care though. This was the greatest thing he'd seen. And he knew on that moment he was head over heels for her.
He gaped, mesmerised, while Zeb's jaw dropped.

"That - was -" she choked, calming down and opening her eyes to reveal actual tears of laughter, "- one of the best pranks I have ever witnessed."
Ezra was thrilled, and bowed. "Truly I am the Lord of Pranks, Prank King of this ship. Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week," he said, humour seeping into his voice.
She laughed again, once, and then caught herself. Ezra smiled wickedly.
"See? I am funny!" He said l, the epitome of smugness.
She managed to kill her smile and then restrained another laugh as she saw the state of Zeb, who was shell shocked and blobs of sauce were all over him, dripping off.
"You are not funny." She said, shaking her head, but wouldn't meet his eyes, so he knew she was lying. "But that - that was gold." She let out another laugh and walked out. Ezra sighed happily.
He smirked at Zeb, and said,"So... how 'bout those waffles, huh buddy?"
Zeb answered by wiping his paw across Ezra's cheek, to which the boy yelped. "Eww! Gross, Zeb. I know it's all over you but don't mess with the dress - I mean shirt. And we had a deal!" Ezra chased after him, and Sabine found herself reevaluating her opinion of the kid. He wasn't    that bad at all. And he had managed to cheer her up on a bad day, a very rare thing to happen. So she said, "Goodnight, prank boy," as they went to bed, which of course made his heart go ka-BUMP, because he knew he'd won her over. He couldn't take the grin off his face the whole night long, with one thing standing out in his mind: mission accomplished!

So how 'bout that, good citizens of Wattpad! I know, many many teen titans references here. I cite my sources. So yeah! Please tell me what you think, and look out for the next oneshot coming very soon! Also DARTH MAUL?! THAT GUY NEVER DIES!