sweater kisses // zanvis fanfiction

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(Song: Send my love. By: Adele.)

{Zane's POV}
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After falling asleep on the couch like a doofus, for 12 hours, I wake up. The sun shines in my eye, making me squint and close the curtains. Than I feel something fall from my head. I look down to the floor to see the flower crown Travis made me. I blush and I pick it up. I sit on the couch, I grab a blanket, and I put it over me as my back leans against a pillow. I play around with the Flower Crown for a while, Smiling as I think about Travis. I get snapped out of my thoughts when I get a phone call. I look at the Caller ID to see the one and only, Zianna Ro'meave. "Hello?" I say, answering the phone. "Zu-Zu! Hi! How are things?" She asks over the phone. I look at the flower crown and I blush. "Good.." I say. "Wonderful! Anyways, I called because I heard that you and Travis have been hanging out A LOT lately." Zianna cheers. "Mom, Where did you here that from e-exactly?" I ask. "Well, Zu-Zu, I was just talking to your brother Garroth one the phone before, and he told me!" Zianna chirps. I roll my eyes. "That dumb blonde..." I mumble to myself. "Hehe! Now Now Zu-Zu. Be nice! So Um, I wanted to ask...Do you have feelings for Travis?" Zianna asks. I blush madly. "Y-Yeah..." I say, grinning. "AHHHHH, ZU-ZU!!!! IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU, I KNEW YOU WOULD FIND LOVE!!! MY LITTLE ZU-ZU HAS FOUND THE RIGHT LOVE, AND ITS TRAVIS!!!!!! SO GLAD YOU CHOSE TRAVIS, IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU, AHHHHHHHH!!!!" Zianna squeals over the phone. "Mom!" I groan. "Hehe, Sorry Zu-Zu...Anyways, I also wanted to tell you...I heard that it was Travis' Birthday yesterday, so I got him a gift! Maybe you can come get it, sometime?" She asks, giggling. "Y-Yeah. Sure." I chuckle. "Alrighty Than! Bye bye Zu-Zu! Love you!" She hangs up the phone. I put my phone down and I stare at the flower crown. I can't stop smiling! And than it hit me.
If I go to Mom's house, that means I have to see Garte again...
A wave of anxiety falls over me and I start to tear up. "No, No, No, No, No, NO!!!" I scream, tears storming down my cheeks. "I don't wanna relive my past again. I don't want to see him again. I can't turn back now, because I already said Yes.." I whisper to myself, crying. I grab my pillow and I throw it across the room. "NO!! PLEASE, IRENE NO!!!!" I cry. I pick up random things and I throw them. My hands shake as My heart pounds. I don't want to see my, evil, sick, backstabbing, bitch ass, Abusive Father again. I lay down on the couch and dig my face into the blanket, crying. I get a text on my phone...

Travis: Hey Zane, Mind if I come over?

Zane: Please do. Im scared...

Travis: Okay, Im on my way!

He is so understanding and helpful. I lay down on the couch, breathing heavily, and balling my eyes out. As I wait for Travis, I make myself a glass of Apple Juice. I drink it slowly, and I try to relax. I walk over to the sink. I throw the glass cup in the sink roughly, making it shatter in pieces. This is hopeless! I can't relax! I don't know how to Help my anxiety! I cry and cry and cry and cry. I sir on my couch again, turning on the TV, to watch my little pony. I tense up even more. And even more tears stream down my face. I turn off the TV and I throw my remote. Thats when I hear my doorbell ring. I get up and I open the door. "Hey Zane I-....Whats wrong?!" Travis asks, worried. "M-My A-Anxiety....I can't....I need someone to help me..." I whine. I let Travis walk in. I close the door behind him. "Zane, Sit down..." He says, pointing at the couch, he picks up some of the the things I threw around. He sits down next to me and Pulls down my mask. "W-Well, My mom wanted to g-give you a birthday present. S-So, I have to go get it at h-her house. But she lives with my f-father...Garte...." I whine, Burying my face into his chest, crying. He runs his fingers through my hair. "Shh, Zane calm down...Okay..?" Travis soothingly whispers. "How can I help?" He asks. I shrug, tears continuously running down my face. "I helped last time.." He adds. "Y-Yeah, You d-did..." I whine. "I gave you something I like to call, Sweater Kisses." Travis giggles, wiping away my tears with his thumb. I blush. "You really think that would help my anxiety..?" I ask him, my voice sounding shaky. He picks me up bridal style. I blush like a god damn Physco Path. He walks to my room and sets me down on my bed and sits me on his lap. "T-Travis...?" Suddenly, He puts his sweater over my head and Kisses me. He takes my breath away. He grabs my waist and rocks me back and forth slowly. I start to relax, forgetting about My anxiety, My father, My sadness, and everything else in this world. All I can think about is Me and Him. Maybe this is the way to help me with My anxiety...Maybe its because of the
Sweater Kisses...
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