Zane x reader Mystreet -Rewriting in Progress-

Lost. -rewritten-

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.

"Lost?" I stared into my coffee mug.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that." Zane took a swig of his coffee before setting it on the counter, a small sound made from the abrupt contact.

"No, it's fine." I shook my head, while yes it did kind of sting when he said that, he wasn't wrong. I sat there in an awkward silence before finally trying to change the subject. "So, what's happened to you in the last nine or so years?" I tilted my head and plastered on a small smile.

"Oh, ya know..." Zane fidgeted with his hands nervously. "Went to college, did some mysterious evil things. Then I moved here." Zane joked, earning a small laugh from me. "How was Washington? I hear it's pretty up there." Zane now aimed the question at me.

"Uh, yeah so here's the thing... I never actually left." I paused, Zane had an almost hurt expression. "I begged my dad to homeschool me after you left, and he allowed. I'm sorry I lied, I just couldn't face you again." I explained, turning around and setting my mug on the island to free my hands to bury my face in them. I feel like an asshole.

"I understand." Zane spoke softly, moving to lean over the island with me. "My mom didn't make me go." He whispered his confession, now it was my turn to have hurt written on my face. "I was scared, I was scared that you were one day going to realize you didn't want me, or that there was something better out there. I thought that if I didn't give you the chance to hurt me, I wouldn't be hurt." Zane didn't look at me. "I made that choice for you and that wasn't fair. I'm sorry." I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. Zane now standing straight looked at me, his expression confused.

"I'm sorry, it's not funny." I choked through snorted laughter. Zane smiled as he began to chuckle too. "Man we were some dumbass teenagers! We were on the same mindset though!" I pointed, then fanned at my tears. As the laughter died down I looked up at Zane, more so stared up at him.

"What?" His laughter coming to an end but a smile still spread across his face. I could feel my heart begin to race, a familiar feeling of butterflies resurrected in my stomach.

"Nothing, I just... never mind." I sighed softly, taking a sip of my now almost empty coffee.

"No, what were you thinking?" Zane leaned his back against the island again, nudging my arm with his.

"It's just been a really long time since... I've seen you smile like that." I fiddled with my hands around the empty mug. "Kind of like a nostalgic feeling, ya know?" I shrugged, bringing my mug to the sink and rinsing it out.

"I get what you mean. This whole thing kind of feels nostalgic." Zane shrugged.

There was a tension in the air, something was being left unsaid. Maybe it's better that way. "So..." I rocked back and forth on my feet.

"So." Zane mimicked, "I should get going, I'm sure you have stuff to do." Zane handed me his mug, clasping my hand under his. "I'll see you around." He smiled, pulling his hands back and lifting his mask over his nose.

"Yeah, see you." I waved as he walked out my front door.

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After Zane had left I attended to my Sunday chores, finally starting to put away my laundry my phone buzzed, I rolled my eyes and kept folding my clothes; but my phone buzzed again, and again. I pulled out my phone, answering it and holding it up to my ear with my shoulder.

"Yeah?" I spoke without looking who had called me.

"Hey (Y/n), whatcha doing?" Aph's voice came through the phone.

"Putting away laundry, for why?" I asked as I folded another shirt, tossing it lazily to the small pile I've made.

"I'm outside your door, can I come in?" I let the shirt I was folding fall out of my hands as I left my room and headed down the stairs, throwing open the front door.