"Kawaii Chan!!! Why you took off my mask for!?" Yelled Zane, looking at Kawaii Chan.
"HeHe"Giggles Kawaii Chan, looking at Zane. Y/N and Aphmau just looked at Zane, laughing a bit while Travis looked at Zane.
"You look so cute Zane" Travis said that in his head, out of no where he started to blush. Kawaii Chan and Y/N notice.
"Look who's Blushing!!!"Y/N said, looking at Travis.
"Eeee!!! Ship!!!" Smiled Kawaii Chan.
"W-What?!"Zane looked at Travis and slowly Travis stopped Blushing.
"Why will I blush huh? I'm not gay or anything plus I'm dating Katlyn...Yea!" Travis laughed nervously, he was Secretly Bisexuel. Which it means he was part gay and part Straight.
"Oh...well maybe someday my ship will come true hehe" Kawaii Chan said, looking at Y/N.
Y/N looked at Travis and whisper to him, "Hey Travis it alright to like Zane Kun," She told him and smiles, "I will keep it a secret for you I promise!"
"Y-You will Y/N?" He smiled alittle and looked at her/him.
"Mhm! I promise I cross my heart til I like, stick a pinkie pie cupcake in my eye hehe" She smiled and yawned.
"It time to go back home see you later boys" Waved Aphmau, walking home. Zane and Travis lives together with Garroth and Vlad. Those two room is together, close together to be truthful, down the hall. 1 feet close. Travis had a huge crush on Zane for a long time now, since high school.
"Sup guys...and what happen to your mask Zane" Asked Vlad.
"Kawaii Chan and Y/N happened" He reply.
"What with Rosy cheeks then" He laughed.
"W-Whoa..What?! Who you talking about Vlad?" Travis was off guard for a second, thinking about him and Zane.
"Haha nothing, I made pizza!" Vlad showed them the pizza and smiled.
"I'll eat later I need to change" Zane said, walking upstairs.
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Zane x Travis Fan Story
FanfictionThese charaters isn't mine they are from a amazing YouTuber which Aphmau, you guys should watch this youtube cause she has story and drama and love *Slowly fangirls in the corner* and a lot, I mean a lot of ships. If you don't know what a ship you g...
