Stickers- Zanvis

Chapter 72- Honey Moon

(A week later)

Zane's POV

Why the fuck am I doing this? We're now on a plane heading far from here. I groan as the plane starts taking off.

"KAW!" He screams in my ear.

"Your so lucky there people around us or I would've had my hands around your neck right now."

"You know that's a kink of mine-" he says pretty loudly so other people can hear.

"Oh I fucking know, no need to shout it out" he laughs and gets back into his seat, I'm glad this isn't a long plane ride. Once we get to our destination we check into our hotel. Did I mention we went to Paris? I didn't? Well we're here in Paris... our honeymoon is going to consist of us traveling throughout the European country, Travis's idea and not mine. (Idk, someone suggested it and I just kinda want to show off some things I learned from French class)

"BOI, THERES A FUCKING SOFA BED?! NOW WE CAN CUDDLE WITHOUT EITHER OF OUR ARMS FALLING ASLEEP IF BEING SUPER UNCOMFORTABLE IN THAT SMALL COUCH-"

"Don't insult the couch" I scold as I take my shirt off and lay on our bed. From the window we had a beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower and several other places, it was now dark and there were a bunch of lights illuminating the streets.

"SALUT MON AMI, JE M'APPELE-" Travis starts screaming out the balcony but before he could say anything else I drag him inside. I hate that he learned a bit of French because of this fucking musical that he likes. I pin him to the bed and make him shut up by kissing him.

"Are you going to quiet down now?" He nods his head and I lay down next to him removing every article of my clothes but my boxers, can't be bothered to put on pajama pants, then again there is a huge glass window looking into our hotel room so I should probably close the blinds. I stand up and let darkness rain into our room, you should've turned the lights on before you did that dumbass, at least there was a lamp turned on behind me. I turn around to hop back into bed but I get surprised by Travis who is in his pink boxers... I don't know either and wiggling his eyebrows at me, he was laying on his side with one hand holding up his head and the other on his waist.

"Hey~"

"Travis I'm tired, let me sleep" I completely disregard him and head into bed, but since he's such a little shit he's won't stop bugging me.

"Oh come on Zane, lemme smash-"

"Now I'm definitely not letting you go anywhere near my dick"

"OUI, OUI MON AMI JE M'APPELE LAFAYETTE, THE LANCELOT WITH THE REVOLUTIONARY-"

"I'm going to divorce you I swear to Irene"

He finally shuts up and curls next to me. Do I want to cuddle him back or be a salty bitch? Well I'm going to do what I'm best at which is being salty. I turn away from him and try to go to sleep, since he's persistent he won't stop bugging me. Okay Zane, you can ignore him... he starts jumping on the bed and without saying a word I get up and go out into the living room of our giant hotel room and sleep on that couch cause fuck him... not literally fuck him cause that's the opposite of what I'm trying to do... it's our first fucking day on our honeymoon and I already want to throw him out the window. He sits next to me and looks at me not saying a single word... do I punch him? Do I slap him? Do I let him smash? I sigh and stand up to go get water but he slaps my ass instead.

"Why the fuck would you do that? I will eat your face"

"Cause you got a bubble butt. ZANE YOU T H I C C!"

"Wow thanks, go to bed. I'll join you later"

"Yay!" I successfully get my water and head to bed. If his behavior is this bad on the first day imagine this whole week. He snuggles up next me and wraps his arm around my waist, he makes some weird noises before finally sleeping. He snores like it's no ones business leaving me alone with my thoughts. I look at the gold ring on my finger, even in the dark I can see it's glistening. I look back at Travis and grab his left hand examining his ring. Wow... can't believe I actually married this idiot.