(Why hello there! I'm Trinity, and I'm from my Minecraft_diaries Wattpad account. Obviously I'm SO creative with usernames. Enough sarcasm, let's get on to the one-shot.)

Aphmau's POV

I'm in serious need of a drink.

My eyes grab the neon sign of a bar, parking my black Prius right in front. I step out as cars ram past me like they don't care if I die, 'cause they probably don't. My raven black hair whips in front of me constantly as I hold my black beanie tightly on my head. I wrap my dark jacket around me tightly, hoping for some source of warmth. It may be Los Angeles, but these nights can get freakishly cold.

I push open the pub door, causing a blast of heat to hit me as I entered. My eyes wandered around the 70s style area as they landed on the bar counter. It's pretty empty, probably from the fact that it's 9 a.m. 0n a Tuesday. I sit myself down and motion to the bartender. She looked not a day over 21, dusty blonde hair tied in a loose bun.

"What'ca like?" She asks in strong southern accent.

"Cosmopolitan," I answer, looking up slightly.

"Fruity drinker," she grins, walking away.

Not knowing what to to do with my hands, I take out my phone. I open this oddly addicting game, Neko Astume, to pass the time. Suddenly, I get a text message from Garroth.

Ga : Hey Aph, wyd?

A : Nothing really, why?

G : I wanted to run over some lines for the script we record

Garroth and I are on a show together called Diaries, along with a few others. We've got a scene together in this episode. Good time to ask too.

A : Sounds good!

I send him the address, then I place my phone in my purse. Just then, the bartender places down my order.

"One Cosmopolitan," she announces to me. She tilts her head to the side. "Do I know you?"

Irene, if I had a dollar for every time I got that question.

Not Irene, God

This show is ruining my slang

"Maybe you watch a TV show called Diaries?" I ask cautiously, hoping it's not someone I knew from college.

Her face lightens all of the sudden. "Are you Aphmau Phoenix?!" I nod, a smile on my face. "Oh my god!" she exclaims, beaming from ear to ear. I can't help but chuckle at how adorable a fan girl can be. For a long while she kept asking me questions about the show, working with the others, and what I felt about certain things. Basically a cheerful interview.

"Are you happy about working with Garroth again?"

"Of course, I love working with that idiot," I joke. "By the way, he sh-" The sound of an opening door reaches my ears. I look over to see the blond checking the place out with a few pieces of paper in his hands. I catch a tiny squeal coming from the fangirl. His eyes find mine, and he gives a big dorky wave to me. I laugh and wave back. He strolls over and spins onto the chair next to me.

"Took you long enough," I jest, his gaze saying 'oopsy daisy!'.

"Traffic, how are you?" He asks nonchalantly. He always looks straight at me when I talk, which always seems to catch me off guard.

"I'm at a bar, what do you think?" I smile playfully. "But I'm feeling better talking to her," I motion to the blushing bartender, who obviously can't manage to keep composure.

"Looks like you'll be getting from seats to a scene that hasn't even been shown before," he grins, flipping through the script. I unzip my purse and grab my own. "Let's go from when Katelyn goes upstairs." I nod.

He clears his voice, "I think I'll do the same," for his character, Garroth, he has a much deeper voice.

"Garroth, hold on."

"Yes? What is it Aphmau?"

"I wanted to finish our conversation from earlier."

"Right. I'm sorry if I caused you an inconvenience. I know what I was doing was selfish, but I had-"

"I..., just wish you had told me Garroth. I know how important your mother is to you. I would have helped you in a heartbeat. All you had to do was ask." Another squeal escapes from the fangirl. She must ship Garmau. I've been on tumblr for this show, most of it's nice, but some is downright smut.

"Part of me already knew that, which is why I didn't ask. I know you, Aphmau. You will to anything to help your friends. We came here to get answers and save Ru'an. We didn't come here for my family Or any personal reasons... and I didn't want to be another thing to concern yourself with. I don't want you to worry about me."

"Then tell me what your thinking. I understand why you wouldn't want to bother us, but if you can't "bother" us with your problems, then who can you turn to? Don't forget Garroth, we're here for you. I'm here for you."

"You're right Aphmau. I've been a complete fool. Can you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive. Now, let's get some sleep. We've got another long day ahead of us."

We go on and on until the last line. We both chat with the bartender, who has googoo eyes for Garroth. I've seen fans do that to him all the time, but this time it's... different. Before we know it, it's the middle of the night.

"I've gotta get going," I say, standing up. I look over at Garroth. "You do to, we've gotta record tomorrow." He nods and bids goodbye to the bartender. I walk out to the silent street and make my way to the car.

"APH, WAIT!" I hear Garroth yell. He walk right up to me, much closer than usual. "I couldn't do this in there so." He softly hold the side of my face, and out lips connect. It last for an amazing 20 seconds. He pulls away.

"What was that?" I laugh slightly, still in awe.

"I missed you," I answered. "And I wanted to see if you were still a good kisser."

"All you hoped and dreamed for?"

"No," my face falls slightly. "Better," he says, kissing me once more.

"For a dork, you've got some moves," I breath.

"Maybe I do," he chuckles. "But the other Garroth, his story's still unwritten."

"What about this Garroth?" I playfully smirk.

"This Garroth's writing his unwritten."
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DONE! I've never done a one-shot before, so if it's a little dragged, you know why. I hope you enjoyed!

Love you guys~