Loving the Ro'Meave Girl///Book 1

How Zane Woke Me Up In The Middle Of The Night To Steal Christmas IN THE SNOW

I heard a tapping on my window, and got up from my bed to see who it was. Normally this would happen to me, so I just learn to open the window. Zane jumped inside, and he grabbed my arm. "Get your coat, and shoes."

"Why?"

"We're going to steal Christmas!" He laughed. I furrowed my eyebrows together.

"What? Why are you dressed as Santa?"

"Just. Just come with me." He said. I grabbed my coat and shoes and we jumped out my window, and climbed our way to the roof. I gasped.

"Is that Pinkie Cake!?"

"Yes," Zane grinned. "I was as surprised as you." I fangirled, and Zane helped me into a sled attached to Pinkie Cake. He got in next to me.

"My dreams have finally come true!" I squealed and started to fangirl. Zane started to laugh.

"You're a mean one, Mr. Zane. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel. Mr. Zane. You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel. You're a monster, Mr. Zane. You're heart is an empty hole. Your brain is full of spider, you got garlic in your soul, Mr. Zane. I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine and a half-foot pole. You're a vile one Mr. Zane, you have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Zane. Given the choice between the two of you. I'd take the seasick crocodile. Hahahahahaha!" I looked at Zane with sleepy eyes.

"Zane."

"Yes?"

"Why are we even here?" I asked as we landed on Aphmau's roof.

"Stealing Christmas."

"Alright," I said laying my head down on the side of the sled. I slowly fell asleep.

"(Y/N)!"

"Hmm?"

"Wake up."

"No."

"You're already awake."

"No I'm not. It's all in your head," I mumbled as I waved my hand in the air, hitting whoever in the stomach, hard.

"Ow!"

"Sorry Zane."

"Uh, (Y/N). It's Vylad."

"What? But? I was just, Zane was just there and-"

"(Y/N)? I think you were sleep walking."

"Really?"

"Well you're wearing your coat, and shoes, and all the blankets are on the floor, and you called me Zane."

"No. I wasn't sleep walking. I swear."

"Well I also wanted to wake you up because... SANTA CAME TO VISIT! COME ON DOWNSTAIRS!" Vylad yelled dragging me downstairs. I jumped on the couch.

"Just to let you know I have to go to Aphmau's later and-"

"I'm gonna stay home alone? You should realize that I'm not seven anymore."

"Sorry, it's just I'm tired, and I had a weird dream, and I-" I threw up. "I'm not feeling good."

"Is it possibly pregnancy?" He asked.

"No I feel like crap where as when I throw up in the morning the other days it just comes and goes."

"Maybe you shouldn't go to Aphmau's." Vylad said, his noses curling up, and he grabbed a towel, and started to whip it up.

"Vylad. You don't have to do-" I threw up again. "I'll just take some medicine, and then a plastic bag and head over... after I help you clean that up."