Zanvis-Dreams And Reality

Chapter 4

After reading through several comments, you guys have confirmed that Zane is in fact blind in his right eye. I still don't like this as my opinion, but I will keep it for canon's sake. This however, will NOT stop me from including various forms of my own head-canons on my baby Zane and/or Travis. I listen to the episodes, and occasionally watch them so it's very easy for me to overhear things and misinterpret them as well as not hear them in general. Any help on keeping this story as close to canon as possible [within the time it's posted anyway] would be GREATLY appreciated.

If you have any questions or concerns about the story, characters, or author [me!] feel free to ask them any time you like! Wither it be here or on Tumblr [ToxicRain101] I will gladly take your question.

Also! I'm starting to have a little bit of a....how should I say it...Problem.

I write down my ideas and flesh them out, choosing how to go about from the next chapter as I make them, but I tend to write way to many ideas down and it gets out of hand. So, occasionally there will be a vote at the bottom of the chapter or update.

That's enough seriousness for one chapter *cough* Here have a nugget *leaves a baby Zane in your possession*

Now, now that, that's out of the way. Here is the next chapter, might be short, but enjoy!

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Zane woke groggily on the couch the next morning. He could hardly remember what happened before he fell asleep, but as the memories came back to him he found himself rolling off his couch onto the floor. Now groaning the sleepiness, embarrassment, and pain all in one go he pushed himself off the floor and walked into the kitchen. Peering over at the clock he realized that he had slept through most of the rest of the day and more so through the night. Now his kitchen clock was reading 9:32AM. He made himself a small bowl of cereal, not being the type to eat much and after munching quite slowly on the colorful pieces he had already planned out his day. Watch the new episode of my little horsey, eat a little bit, and sleep. That was normally how his 'relaxation' days went, with a shower in between the activities depending on what mood he was in. He stood up quickly and quietly, placing his bowl in the sink for him to do later. Stepping on the soft carpet as he entered his room he proceeded to look through his clothing. As he dug through different outfits [most of which he hardly wears] he couldn't help feel his thoughts drift back to the conversation he had with his younger brother Vylad. With a rising blush he grumpily took a pair of loose shorts and a long sleeved grey shirt with the words 'have a horrible day' written across the front and changed into them, he didn't bother putting his mask back on. Tossing his normal attire of the striped sweater and jeans into the hamper to wash later. Plopping himself lazily across the couch he turned on his TV and began watching the new episode.

He didn't know how long he was laying on the couch, but by now he was laying with his legs propped up on the back of the couch and his head hanging off the edge. His show had long since gone off and now he was just watching whatever came on. He was snapped out of his 'zombie-watching' when a loud knocking erupted on his door. "Who in the world could that be..." Zane had absentmindedly mumbled to himself. It was currently Saturday, he didn't have work and his friends didn't normally bother him on Saturdays, hence why he took them as relaxation days for himself. Forcing himself out of his position he walked towards his door, opening it only to find his front porch empty. Or well, until he looked down. There sitting on his porch was a small glass jar with simple baby blue flowers with a small tag on it, Zanes name written in fancy black ink. He picked up the jar and looked it over, trying to find who had sent it then looked around to see if he can spot the culprit. Seeing nothing he took the small jar inside, and sitting back down on his couch. He stayed in that position for a while, his back leaned against the cushion of the couch and the glass jar resting in his hands, turning it every so often. Zane didn't know what to think of it, first he finds out that he has a crush on Travis of all people, and now someone is leaving flowers on his porch. Great. He took another look at the tag with his name on it, the curly black letters seemed familiar in a way... but he couldn't think about anyone who would leave him flowers like this...Bringing the flowers up to his nose he took a small sniff, the scent wafting off the flowers made him feel kind of...grateful? Someone had sent him flowers....that thought went through his head again and it brought a small smile to his face. Some kind person was nice enough to give him flowers...If only he knew. He lightly touched one of the small blue flowers petals, letting the thought sink in. He realized that the flowers were forget-me-nots...and the name reminded Zane that he wouldn't be forgetting this anytime soon...

Little did Zane know that the culprit of this little gift was clutching a note to his chest, happy he managed to run away fast enough to be out of sight before the door opened. He however, cursed himself for not leaving the letter with the gift, but he couldn't muster the courage to do so yet again. How long does he have to wait? Wait for that right moment to tell the black haired male. Only time will tell...and Travis was getting impatient.