3rd Person
Aphmau groaned.
"Name your friends." Zane was giving her an intensely commanding look, not that she could see it. She could definitely feel the vibe radiating off him, though. She was confused, but shrugged it off.
New friends. She corrected.
"Katelyn, Kawaii~Chan, Zane, Garroth, Aaron, Laurence, Dante, Cadenza, Nicole, Travis-"
"Any old friends?" Aphmau winced underneath the blindfold.
"None." She could feel the skeptical gaze of her new friends. She still felt three hands. In the same spot. Making her uncomfortable.
"Hm..." She twitched.
"Hm..." She grew a tick mark.
"Hm..." She was radiating with irritation.
"Ok." She sighed, and they released her. She saw the hand that was on her face the whole time. Aaron. The hand that was on hers? A beet red Garroth. The hand on her...thigh? The pervert himself, Laurence. Aphmau slapped all their hands away, and stood.
Starting to walk away, she mumbled to herself. Someone grabbed her hand.
"We...had an anonymous tip that you were visiting someone behind our back." Someone coughed at the word anonymous. She looked at them with the most sincere gaze she could muster, though inside she was freaking out.
"I don't know what you're talking about! They must have confused me for someone else." Aphmau smiled.
The tension had not lightened at all. In fact, it seemed like it was getting thicker. She giggled nervously, and left the room.
"You're sure it was her, Travis?"
"Absolutely. I followed her there, in fact."
"Stop sounding so proud, you stalker."
"You're one to talk, Laurence the perv."
"Let's follow her together next time." Satisfied expressions filled the room. They would follow her, and learn the truth. She was their friend after all.
And friends weren't allowed to keep secrets.
YOU ARE READING
The Return of Lady Thor
Fiksi PenggemarAphmau lives in a calm, peaceful neighborhood called MyStreet. She has a nice, happy life with all her friends. But wait-Aphmau isn't as happy as she should be. Why? - - This is written by @my_ships_
