Him-(A Zanvis Fanfic)

|'°. Chapter 3.°'|

Travis's Pov:

"Soo... How have you been?"

The words just slip out of my mouth, honestly only because I wanted to escape the probably awkward next few hours that would follow if they didn't do what Aphmau said.

You could hear an excited, "Eeee!" Coming from the other side of the door.

Zane sighs, not even casting me a glance before responding, harsh sarcasm laced his tone.

"Hi Travis."

"Heyyy-"

I stop when I realize how annoyed he looks and instead fidget around with the strings of my forest-green hoodie, This is going to be a living nightmare.

Your probably wondering how I got stuck in this situation, well you see, I was promised I was gonna watch Steven Universe with Aphmau, but instead got locked in her room. I tried to get out but gave up after a matter of time, and here we are now, I knew what Aphmau wanted the second I was shoved in her room.

I stepped up the wooden-tiled stairs up to Aph's room, it had been awhile since we had hung out and I was honestly excited that she actually wanted too.

She kept telling me to walk in front of her, I didn't think much of this at the time, but I should have, because the second we got upstairs and I opened her door and entered her room, was the biggest mistake I've ever made. Well, besides blowing up our old houses with Kc that is.

I heard the door shut behind me, and instantly knew this was bad news.

"Oh come on Aph! Don't do this to me, I'm too young, too pretty, I have a will to liveee!" I dragged out the "e" in live, expecting this to all be some joke, for her to instantly open the door, but boy was I wrong.

"Nope!" Came the stubborn response from the potatoe who was puppy-guarding the door, "Your not going anywhere mister. Your going to stay in here until your new-well old-but new best friend arrives, whether you like it or not!"

Thats when I knew who she was talking about, and I wished the floor would open up and swallow me right there.

I had spent the next ten minutes trying to figure out what I was going to even say, I had been avoiding him ever since we had moved here, well I tried to bring up conversation but that never ended up well.

I guess I honestly didn't think Zane would be this cold towards me, but I guess there was nothing I could do about it.

Unless...

Without thinking, I do the first thing that comes to my mind. I practically leap off the bed and pounce on Zane, pinning his hands above his head with one hand and leaving the other free.

"Gah! TRAV-"

Before he can stutter another word, he's holding back laughter and trying to scream to Aph for help.

I continue to tickle him against his will while he struggles beneath me. I stop, but keep him and his hands pinned to the ground.

I lean closer to his ear, about to whisper - You promise if I get off you'll actually talk to me? - But before I get the chance, I'm clutching my stomach a few feet away from where Zane was standing up and brushing dust off his hoodie.

After what I've just experienced, trust me, you don't want to get kicked in the stomach by Zane Romeave.

"I just washed this you asshole." he grumbled.

I let out a faint chuckled and sit up, arms still stuck just about over my waist.

"Your.. Stronger than.. I.. Thought-"

"Thanks, you can blame Garroth."

I nodd, not asking any more questions, before muttering, "Okay Zane, I might actually throw up."

He looks down at me, his icy blue eyes suddenly bright. "Good."

I watch as he turns and starts pounding on the door.

"Come on Aphmau! You can't keep up locked up forever!"

"Yes I can!" She answers stubbornly, "I'm going keep you two in there until Travis, you say to zane, 'I love you baby' and Zane you say to Travis, 'I love you too sugarcakes' and then you two kiss and- HEY!"

I stand up shakely as Zane takes a step back, we watch as the person who stopped Aphmau's Fangirlfic opened the door.

Zane pushed his way past Aaron and a whiney Aphmau, and made his way out the front door.

I sigh and walk over to Aaron, "Thanks." I mumble.

He nodds, turning to Aph and chuckling, "No more fanfics for you!"

As I head towards the front door, I hear Aph complain, "Noooo!"

I laugh at this, and shut their door. I stare at the wood for a few seconds, catching my breath before the sudden burst of joy overtakes me for a few reasons.

One, I actually got to hang out with Zane without my face getting ripped off, let alone I touched him! (don't get the wrong idea you perverts), Two, a sudden burst of confidence ran through me.

I knew what I wanted to do then and there, I wanted to talk to Zane again.

I have no idea where this rush of adrenaline came from, being as not even earlier today I couldn't even bring myself to just text him, but before I knew it I felt myself racing towards the raven-haired male who was walking stiffly down the sidewalk just ahead of me.

"Heyyyy Za-"

"Don't even start." He grumbles.

I shrug, fair. We walk in, not comfortable but not awkward, silence for most of the way when he suddenly stops.

I stop as well and glance back at him, tilting my head to where it was quite noticeable.

"What are you doing?" he asks, a slight confusion edging his voice.

"Acting confused like a dog, for why you stopped."

He very visually rolls his eyes, walked past me, firmly nudging my shoulder as he passed.

I stand there, watching him fade off into the distance, while I run my hand over the shoulder he had probably just left a bruise on. The sun just now starting to set, sending a harsh pinkish orange light out across the buildings of mystreet.

I panic slightly, my chance of ever even talking to him again is fading away. I instantly blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

"Let me take you out!"

This gets his attention, being as he stops completely, he doesn't turn to my disappointment, but he replies in an unreadable tone.

"On a date or with a gun?"

"That's not what I meant-"

He chuckles before stating, "Surprise me." Before continuing to walk off towards his house, slightly picking up his pace.

I couldn't tell you why, but a warm feeling enclothed me, a smile shown across my dumb-struck face.

I doubt he even heard it, but I call out, "I'll text you!"

Once he's out of eyeshot, I look around. If finding my house was hard in broad daylight, it would probably be a thousand times harder at night.

I sigh, turning and heading In the direction of the trainreck me and Dante call a house, the dorky smile still stuck to my face.

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Word count: 1218 🙌