Black & White

P6- Memory

Welp. We all know Lauren can't think of good fricken chapter names now. But I think that happens when you haven't really established a plot for the chapter... Oh, let's say big words so I sound smart and nerdy! Antidisestablishmentarianism! Yes that is actually a word. Yes, we were all amazed too. :3

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Zane's POV
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Images flashed through my mind, the night I had found Josefina dead.. With the pocket knife in her hand.

"She had committed suicide.. We were only about thirteen or fourteen. She had still had a life to live.. She didn't want to live the rest of her life in a blank hospital.. That's what she told me. She didn't think she'd survive.. I've always thought it was my fault, I still do. Ugh, every time I think of her, I get nightmares of what happened... Every one of them starts with the night before, she had been really lovey and huggy.. She told me something before I left that night.

Just.. J-Just don't forget about me.. Okay? I will always love you-- as a friend I mean. Good night... Zane."

Travis was staring at me, his eyes wide.

"I.. I'm sorry.." I straightened back up. I felt so stupid now, I broke down in front of someone.. Right in front of him! What is wrong with me?!

"I.. I think I'm gonna go wait in the car.." I decided, grabbing my thing of French fries. "N-No! W-Wait Zane!" He said, he had grabbed my arm as I walked past, my cheeks warmed up.. "Zane.. I am so sorry that happened.."

"It's not your fault, Travis, it was mine for not taking the pocket knife of hers.." I said, wiggling my arm out from his grasp. I stuck my hand in my pocket, I almost tried to do the other one, then remembered that my arm was in a sling. "Come on, you don't have to go to the car all by yourself." Travis said. "I'll go with you!" He declared, wrapping up his trash. I laughed a bit, a blush barely forming on my cheeks. I started walking to the car, still munching on fries. "Thank you!" The cashier said, and I waved in response. We walked outside and went to the van, Travis pulling the seat forward so I could get in.

"Thanks.." 

He nodded, sliding in beside me, reaching for the door to pull shut. He sat back, pulling the seat back as well. I sort of snuggled into the corner seat, pulling my phone out, the blue and black wall paper flashing up as I turned it on. I frowned. How... Had I met someone..? "Hey.. I've.. I've been wanting to tell you something... You may hate me for it.. But.. Th-The day.. The day I saw y-you... I opened my eyes a-and saw something... Something that scared me.. A lot.." Travis said. What is he talking about..?

"I saw colors, Zane..." My heart stopped for a moment. I hesitated, turning  to him. "Wh...What..?" I muttered. The image of the guy in my dream flashing through my head.

Snow White hair...

I looked up at Travis's hair.

He looked familiar.

I shut my eyes, the image burned into my head. 

Emerald green, shining eyes...

I opened my eyes, his own staring back at me. "Are you okay..?" I didn't answer, but I blinked.

Every one of his features were identical.

It dawned on me at last, and my eyes widened ever-so-slightly. Another memory popped into my mind.. The day I met him..? Why would that be here..

He was talking to Aphmau, but he was smiling less... goofily? Is that even a word? Hopefully I'll never have to write that at any point... Anyways, he had a bright green hoodie..

Much to my realization.. I noticed colors everywhere in the memory. Had I really seen colors that day..? And was it.. Was he the reason I noticed colors in that dream..?

"I knew I shouldn't of said anything.." Travis muttered, snapping me to my senses. He looked embarrassed, but mostly sad. I spoke up. "N-No T-Travis.. I.. I..." I stuttered. I didn't know what to say, so I just bluntly stated what I was thinking. "Tr...Travis... I don't think.. I don't think I realized it then.. B-But.. I th-think I s-saw c-c-colors t-too.. I know for damn sure I can see 'em now." I blushed. Travis looked at me, the frown fading from his face. He smiled somewhat-proudly. It felt as if everything had just been waiting for me to realize it.. But... I think I've fallen in love with (I fought the urge to write "a pink sexy robot with high-heels" 😂😂😂) him.. I smiled. Man, I've always been such a crybaby, haven't I..? I lifted my fingers up to the hem of my mask, gently tugging it down. Travis blushed. Oh great, he was probably trying to count the few freckles I had.. But looking into his eyes, he seemed like he was just waiting. I grazed the barely-visible scar across my lips. I was slightly embarrassed about that.. I got the scar when I was a lot younger.. Garroth, Vylad and I were cooking or something, and we did something with a knife. He eyed my lips, a light smile forming on his face. (Scratch light, probably highly-perverted when I think about it.) I shook my head. (I don't know how to write this...!)

He scooted a little closer to me, and I looked down, an annoying blush resting on my cheeks. "Travis... I.. I..."

"Y-Yeah?"

"I th-think.. I think I.." I didn't know what to say, I couldn't think too straight. "I.. I think I.. I think I've met my.. Travis.."  I could not figure out what to say. I turned
towards the white-haired flirt. "Travis... I think.. I think I love you.." I managed at last, the heat rising to my cheeks. Travis smiled, blushing as well. Before I knew it, he leaned in.

"Well Zane, I think I love you too." He whispered in my ear, before connecting our lips. His hands were placed gently on my hips, my arms around his neck. Thinks started to get a little heated but ended quickly when the door opened. We pulled back, a short string of saliva breaking as we separated.

A high-pitched girly squeal.

Aphmau saw us.

"Well, now we're screwed."