What will he think? ~ Ro'meave Brothers

T W E N T Y T W O

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Zane's POV

     I pulled over the black covers, tossing them over near the edge of the mattress. I moved over to the edge of my bed and checked the time.

     8:30 a.m

     Wait.

     Mom's coming today.

     I jumped from the bed, running across the wood floors, almost tripping over my baggy, long, black pajama bottoms.

I didn't bother changing my clothes. I took my jacket from the couch, and pulled it over my head, using my jacket as a mask too. I ran from my house, slamming the sturdy wooden door behind me.

My pale feet hit the pavement. Small rocks from the street stabbed my feet in the process, jabbing holes and marks.

     I walked up the stairs of Aphmau front porch, the wooden steps creaked under my weight.

     Where is Vylad? He better be up! I don't want to wait for him and have to make conversation, or whatever.

     I knocked on the door. Continuing to pound on it with my fist until someone answered, I didn't want to be standing in the cold wind for much longer.

     "Zane?" The short female, and my best friend, Aphmau opened the door. Her hair was a tangled mess and she was half asleep. "What are you doing here?" She yawned.

     I woke her up.

     "Where's Vyald?" I simply asked Aphmau. I was losing my patience. It shouldn't have taken this long to answer a simple question!

     She pointed at a wooden door. A simple door. No decorations around it or anything. She yawned, once again, and walked away after answering me.

     I'm sure I'm aloud to come inside.

     I did.

A/N: Hey.

Guess what?

I'm working on a Zanvis fanfic