Him-(A Zanvis Fanfic)

|'°. Chapter 7.°'|

Zane's Pov:

I sit on one of Aph's outdoor wooden picnic tables, the ones that have two long chairs that are attached on the sides, but instead of actually sitting on the chair... I'm using it as a foot rest while I'm sitting on the table. I'm playing around on my phone, while Aph, Kawaii~Chan, and Aaron grill, well more like Aaron trying to push the two females away but failing terribly.

I hadn't been paying much attention because I've been doing very important things on my phone or just being I didn't really care. That was until I hear my name, to which I hum in response too, not looking up from the device in my hands.

Apparently I had ignored the older female because she took no hesitation to scream,

"Zane!"

"What?" I hiss, still not looking up, just because I know that's what she wants and I'm a jerk, And that's when it disappears from in front of my face.

"Wha- APH! GIVE ME MY PHON-"

"Not until you go and make friends."

She stands in front of me, her bottom lip withdrawn as if she was pouting, but she wasn't, one hand on her hip and one out tauntingly holding my phone out in the air.

"I'm perfectly fine where I am, now give it back." I try and reach for it, but she quickly puts it in her pocket.

"Not so fast mister." she giggles.

I sigh and place my head in arms, which are now folded across my knees that I dragged onto the table as well, closing my eyes and just enjoying the breeze, not wanting to deal with life, ignoring Aphmau.

That was until she had a tight grasp on my arm, trying to pull me off of the table.

"Go. Make. Friends."

"You're not my mom!"

Standing in front of me, hands on her hips, she pouts, "Doesn't matter, I'm your best friend."

I let out what sounded like a growl, and she giggled.

"Oh come onnn, why not go talk to Travis? I hear you two were pretty close and-"

"Let me get this straight, you want me to become friends with that dork again? "

"Yep!"

"Not happening." I stand up and start to walk away, but she takes my hand, pulling me back.

"Don't be like that Wittle Zaney Wanyy." She used a baby tone of voice when using the nickname, how dare she.

I just give her an ice cold stare and she laughs, "Not funny."

"Whatever you say~" One she finally pulls herself together, she takes a deep breath.

"Fine," She starts, "You can leave, but your not getting your phone back! The only way to get it back is by at least talking to Travis and not murdering him, at least five minutes minimum, K?"

Giving Aph a small grunt in response, I stifly walk inside, dreading the moment I'd have to actually socailize with him even more.

Although on the brightside, it doesn't take too long to find him, being as when I pass by the kitchen he's literally slammed into me.

I see Katelyn snicker and walk off, leaving the two of us alone together.

As I watch her leave, I genuinely ask, "What was that all about?"

"Ha. Ha. Nice try mister nosy."

"No, I'm actually curious."

I look down at him while he struggles to catch his breath, hand on knees, panting. It takes all my will not just slap him right there for being dramatic, he's lucky he got up when he did because I might have slapped him right then and there if he didn't.

"Don't worry about it... Just Katelyn doing... Katelyn things."

I roll my eyes, and that's when Travis instantly picks up his cheery tone, "So uh, Kawaii~Chan~"

I take back what I said earlier, and he's instantly rubbing the spot on his cheek where I hit him.

"Ow! Geez Zane! Go get me an ice pack or something."

When I stay glued in place he looks up at me, and I regret not doing anything at all when he drops the serious tone and replaces it with a dorky one.

"Pretty please with a sprinkle on topp~"

Not even reacting like Travis would have liked, I go grab the ice pack and basically throw it at him, surprised when he actually caught it.

I raise my eyebrow and say the first thing that comes to mind, "Oh wow that's actually impressive."

"Awwww thankss. That means so much coming from you Zaneeyyy."

I roll my eye and ignore him, "How did you even catch that?"

"Well I am on the swim team so I'm pretty fit if that's what your asking thank you very much. Plus, did you throw that with your left hand or did you just hit me so hard that I don't know my lefts from rights."

I look him up and down, genuinely hurt that he didn't remember.

"I'm left handed, remember?"
(Actually Canon according to the wiki) :,)

He takes a dramatic gasp, "Wait, really!?"

"I thought I had told you?"

"I don't think so."

"Hm."

"You know this might leave a bruise."

"I hope it does."

"You really haven't changed, have you?"

"Nope."

I wonder how long it's been, I didn't mean for it to go this way, but it was. Plus I had talked to Travis whether I had brought up the conversation or not, so I could walk out of here right now, grab my phone from Aphmau, and make up an excuse to go home.

I'm quickly distracted by my evil schemes by Travis, who now is on the floor, obsessing over a small husky.

"Aren't you just the cutest? Yes you are, Oh yes you are. Good girl Celestia!"

I roll my eye, but actually get a good look at his face being as he had forgotten all about me and his ice pack when the dog had entered the room.

He's definitely going to have a bruise, I felt kind of bad but hey, he kind of deserved it for leaving me alone back in highschool.

"Your just as bad as Aphmau."

He turns to me and stand up, acting as if he had just noticed I was there, a smug look to his face.

He flicks an imaginary strip of hair from his shoulder and says with full on confidence, "Yeah, but I have the looks."

I look him up and down and chuckle, "For a second there I thought you were serious."

He opens his eyes, he moves his hand, which was still positioned just over his shoulder, and dramatically brings it to his chest, taking in a very unnecessary deep breath.

"I am offended. I-"

"Let's get eatin' you dorks!"

We turn to see Kc, Aaron, and Aphmau enter the house, all holding some tray of food.

I turn to Travis as I hear him mumble into my ear, "We'll finish this later."

"Looking forward to it." I mumble back, as he makes his way towards Dante, not hesitating at all to take an ear of corn and shove it on his plate.

I sigh and start to head towards the smaller group of people, looks like he's still the idiot cavanosa Dante turned him into after all.

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Word count: 1219

[A/N] I am fighting the urge to once again delete this and start over, new plot and all. I'm gonna finish this I swear but it's hard 😭