Travis POV:
Zane was panicking. I found his best kept secret. The cutest pair of shorts I have ever seen. " They aren't mine! I swear!" He yelled at me. " Then what were they doing perfectly folded, in your own set of drawers? Zane blushed at me, a feeling clearly growing inside him. " Alright! They're mine! So what if I like to feel sexy sometimes?!" Zane confessed.
" You sweet little thing." I started " You're sexy wearing anything. Or sexier wearing nothing at all~." I caressed his cheek. " Not now! You little flirt!~" He replied. As he went to go put some more clothes. This was it. My chance. I began to put the shorts on, praying to the lord that I would fit them. Somehow, miraculously... I did.
" You're right, these do make me feel a whole lot sexier." I said as I felt the shorts hug me in all the right places. They were awesome. Zane turned to look at me. I have never seen a bigger nose bleed in my life. " T-Travis!" Oh... My... Irine~" Zane was awe struck " Boy! You look fine!" I struck a sassy pose "I do, don't I?" I strutted over the bedroom door. I was about leave before I felt Zane's hand strike me, square in the ass. I gasped. Then I turned to him. A very pissed expression on my face. Zane just giggled like a little bitch at me "Hehehe." Even when he's being a flirty asshole, Zane's still cute. " Oh god." I said out loud. " What? What's wrong?" Zane asked curiously. " This is Ro'meave household. What the fuck is Garroth going to think when I come downstairs?!" It had dawned on us. The problem with me being there. " Oh, shit." Zane said quietly, through his teeth.
It was about 9:42 am. I had to find a way to get out of Zane's house without being caught. I couldn't go out the window. I would surely break a good few bones. But then again, I've survived many impossible events before. Suddenly we heard foot steps down the hall. Someone was coming. " Quick! Out the window!" Zane yelled as he opened the window and threw me out. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as I tumbled into some lovely flowers. I got up. Somehow I was unharmed and I could see into Zane's bedroom window. Zane and Garroth were having a conversation. I couldn't make it out so I left before anyone noticed me. I ran back to my house as quickly as possible. I tore threw the front door and closed it behind me. I slid down into a sitting position with my back to the door. " Aww. Now I'll never know what happened and I have to eat breakfast alone! This sucks." I went to the pantry and opened it " Oh, nutella. You solve all my problems!" I smiled. " Zane... I love you more than I love nutella. Well, almost."
I got some bread and a plate and placed them on the kitchen bench. I opened the jar of nutella and went to grab a knife. When I had one, I made myself a nutella sandwich. It was tasty but I felt sad as I stood there alone, eating what is probably the worst breakfast ever, nutrition wise. I spoke softly to myself "I have to see my kitten again..."