§Travis's POV§

"Ready to go~?" I asked as Zane tied a white scarf around his neck, hiding away all the love bites I'd left there. He nodded, making a small 'Mhmm' noise while looking towards me with a gentle smile.

I placed my hand in the gap between the two of us, hoping he'd grab my hand. He blinked in surprise for a moment before grabbing my hand very uneasy. "What, never held someone's hand before?" I chuckled, referring to his nervous state.

He rolled his eyes, giving me a playful glared while jeering. "No... But, we...we made out. And now we're going for coffee and a movie. What if people see my neck?!" He whisper-yells to me.

I snorted, squeezing my sage specks shut while laughing. "Don't worry Baby, The only person who cares about what's your neck is me~" I sang, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

Zane rolled his eyes, pressing his side against mine, resting his porcelain jaw against my shoulder while hugging my arm. "Yeah Yeah, can we go now?"

I nodded my head, grabbing my keys sitting in the small gap between two pieces of clothing known as my silk pocket. I grabbed the small carved pieces of metal. We both walked over to the rectangular door frame, Zane clung to my arm the few steps we took. "Since when do you cling to me like a damn kola?" I asked, making the latter beneath me look up.

"Since I realized you're this cuddly." He reported back, making me smile.

"Alright, well let's go~" I chuckled, motioning towards the dark oak door.

We walked to the door, opening it and walking out. I took a deep breath, taking it the December air. The streets were sprinkled with snowy specks of dust clinging to the dieing grass. The sky was dull, splotches of white filled in as clouds as the streets shimmered in the sun's unclear rays. I looked down at my boyfriend, smiling as he held himself closing to me, taking in a long breath.

How is he this cute?

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We entered the small coffee shop, now holding hands. If I think about it, If it weren't for this place we'd never be together. This is place where we hung out the first time, the place where I leaned Zane was gay, giving me chance, the place where we learned about the Garrence couple which led to our kiss... Which led to us dating. All because of a coffee shop.

"Trav?" Zane asked, pulling away from my thoughts, I looked at my latter, who tilted his head towards the counter where a young man stood, ready to take my order. My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment not knowing how long I'd been standing there completely dazed.

"One Vanilla frappe with carmel please." I asked as politely I could muster. The man rolled his eyes, looking down to the small plastic cup in his hand and joting something down.

"Anything else?" He snarled, leaning against the glossy black counter top narrowing his gray, sharp eyes at the two of us.

Zane nodded, grabbing a small pack of cookies that sat on a metal rack besides the glass casing of different sweets the store had to offer. "These please." Zane smiled underneath his mask, handing the man the package of delectables. The man nodded, grabbing it harshly from Zane and quickly scanning it with a small laser gun that sat besides the cash register. He slammed the pack onto the counter top, making a small 'crunch' noise.

"That will we seven dollars and thirty three cents." He remarked, looking to the kitchen behind him. I blinked for a moment, before grabbing my credit card that was tucked away in my pants pocket. He snatched it from my hand, shoving it into the chip reader for me and pressing the okay as well. Both me and Zane gave each other a confused glance at another from his rude actions but nonetheless said nothing as I grabbed the card from the small machine begin held by a black, slick poll that jutted from the glossy counter top.

We both walked away, waiting for a names to be called in order to receive our drinks. Once we sat down Zane took a heavy breath from the air around us. "What was that dude's issues?" He asked, looking over to the counter.

I shrugged, looking over the receipt, making sure we'd gotten everything we asked for. "He's probably a homophobic."

Zane pursed his rose colored lips, grabbing his packet of cookies and spitting the edges in order to retrieve the sweets. "They're everywhere now..." He scoffed, taking a bite from his cookie.

"Nothing we can do about it, but... Can I have a cookie~?" I asked, making him nod as he grab a few a placed them into my hand.

"Thank you." I smiled, stuffing a golden cookie into my mouth, taking in the flavor. We sat in silence for a while, just eating our food. I'd finished my cookie not to long ago and now was just waiting for our names to be called so I could pick up our previously ordered drinks.

"Travis!" A name from across the café hooted, saying our drinks where done. I stood from my metal made chair, it's black coated legs screaming against the granite tiled floor. I strolled over to the small branch of the building where our two drinks sat besides one another. A small dust of steam arose from Zane's plastic cup.

I walked back over to the table, Zane was still munching of a small cookie hanging from his mouth. I sat back down in the chair, scooting closer to the table while giving Zane his drink, who gladly took it while smiling. "What movie are we gonna go see again?" He asked me, taking a sip from his coffee.

I shrugged, sucking on the green straw that was buried inside my frappe. "Any movie you wanna see."

The latter from in front of me let out a chuckle, rolling his eyes. "I heard 'Lord of the bracelets' was good." He said, clamping his visible eye to a close.

I smile, nodding my head. "Then Lord of the bracelets we shall see~!"

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Asked by: @CodieThomas: "Question for Zane and Travis, Do you prefer Steven Universe or Gravity falls?"

Zane-"Steven Universe."

Travis-"Gravity Falls."

Zane and Travis-*Look at each other*

Zane-"I don't love you today."

Travis-*Falls on floor dramatically*

Travis-"BUT EVEN PAT SHIPS ITTT"

snowy:*Chucks living tiger at Travis* FOURTH WALLLL

tiger:*Moles Travis*

Travis-*Screams*

Snowy-*Looks to camera and puts on sunglasses* Moral of the story, don't mess with my fourth wall.