Smile For Me! | An Aphmau MyStreet Fan-Fic (Jenn x Travis)

Ch. 3 Lover's Lane - Contradicting Frustrations

"Hello..?" the man in black said, waving his hand in front of me. "Anyone in there? I swear, Aph makes the weirdest friends..." he muttered under his breath. I suddenly snapped awake from my trance, and immediately started to apologize.

"Jennavier~Chan doesn't have to apologize to Kawaii~Chan! She knows she's a catch," Kawaii~Chan teases and strikes a pose. I chuckle lightly, her positive energy lessening the chills in my back and the impulse to deck her right then and there. I looked at the man in black clothes, giving him a glare in recognition.

"Wait... you're Zane Ro'Maeve, aren't you?" I asked suspiciously, and I think he had hope for the first time ever in his life, because when I said his name, his eyes glistened with a certain energy I couldn't describe. Maybe... relief? Hope? Even... triumph? What mostly appeared, however, is confusion.

"You know me? How come you didn't recognize Garroth? And how do you know what I look like? I don't do any photoshoots or go to public meetings with our parents like Garroth does..." Zane rambles with wonder. I just let out a chuckle and curtly turn to point at Aaron. Being the one in control of information was nice for a change.

"Simple; Aaron. He's sent me pictures with you in them during high-school," I answered plainly. I smirked, putting a hand on my hip. "I don't think I've ever been sent pictures of Garroth anyway. I knew who he was but I don't like to look at him since he's too... familiar..." Zane's features melt as a slight shade of pink graze his features.

"Th-Thanks..." he stuttered in praise. I smiled, feeling accomplished, until I start getting an alarm set off in my brain. Suddenly I realize it: the laughing, the smiling, the talking. How am I going to worm my way out of this? In shorter terms...
What the Hells am I doing?

I gave Kawaii~Chan a quick glance before walking away awkwardly and abruptly. I soon spied Aphmau, who was talking with Aaron, and ran up to her in desperation. She turns towards me from her conversation, and it took everything in my broken soul to keep my voice steady, "Hey, Aph? Can you introduce me to everyone? It feels redundant to repeat, 'My name's Jennavier, what's yours?' over and over," I think I might die from all the thoughts that invaded my brain, berating my common-sense with a sledge-hammer of anxiety. It took all I had to act like I wasn't breaking down in front of Aphmau. The farther I go down the rabbit hole, the harder it'll be to get my head out. I need to learn to keep my head away from the hole.

Aphmau gave me a puzzled look, but then shrugged and started pointing to everyone: "The guy in a black sweater is Zane, and the girl next to him is Kawaii~Chan. The blond and brunette dancing are Garroth and Laurence. The girls with ginger hair and pastel blue hair are Lucinda and Katelyn, the white haired guy with the blue haired dude is Travis and Dante, and finally you know me and Aaron. Oh! And Cadenza is the one with the multicolored fire-hair." Aphmau giggled while she described everyone until she looked my way and realized I was heading for the sliding doors. "Wait! You're leaving already?" she called out to me. At this point I almost stopped as I opened the sliding glass door, but I willed myself to keep going. I could hear some of the conversations stopping to listen to me and Aphmau, and I felt a hand pull on my shoulder. Recognizing the small harshness, I froze. I was about to turn around when I glanced down at my shoulder to Aphmau's tan skin on her delicate fingers. They look so inviting.

"You said as soon as I met everyone, I can leave. So I am," I muttered, my voice cracking, as I shook Aphmau's grip and left her standing on the porch. All the noises stopped. The only sound I heard was the sound of the sliding glass door shutting, and the only feeling I felt was the sunset's golden glow warming my back. I trudged my way across the house and across the street to my barren home and entered, closing the door behind me. Pressing my back against the door, I began to slide my back all the way down to the floor, and started to tear up. I can't keep enticing myself with them. They're a car accident; I can't look away.