Drowning In My Sorrow [Zanvis]

Chapter 11

Bold-English translation

§Zane's POV§

Travis covered my freckled face with kisses. Kissing every single one I had. They were light, soft and fast. Perfect for getting me to giggle.

The door swung open from behind me. Since my back was facing the door I had no idea who had just entered my room.

Travis froze, starring at who ever had just walked in. A low growl sounded from the gap in my bedroom wall know as the door. The voice was gruff and unloving. "Sortez de mon bébé frère."

'Get the hell off of my baby brother'

French Garroth. Haven't seen him in a while. My entire family speaks fluent French. It's just our nature. Whenever Garroth is, shocked, embarrassed, or protective he speaks French. Makes me wonder how many times Laurence has heard 'I love you' in French.

"Sortez de ma chambre." I scoffed, wrapping my pale hand around Travis's waist.

'Get out of my room.'

Before Travis could speak two arms wrapped around my own waist, ripping me from own bed. My head shot upwards to see the one who held me.

French Vlyad. Yay he's so much fun... He was the only one not born in France. My grandparents who live in France disapproved of him due to him being a child of an affair. Me and my brother's stoped visiting once we've heard about it.

"Nan. Nous avons besoin d'un chat familial" Vlyad scoffed, dragging me farther across the white carpet and away from my bed.

'Nope. We're having a family chat.'

He dropped me and I let out a long sigh, my raven hair brushed across my face as I heard another voice ring through the dawn filled room. "Vous savez que je parle français aussi, n'est-ce pas?" Travis's soothing​ voice rang through the room. My brothers turned to him as a smirk fell across my pale face.

'You guys do know I speak French too, right?'

"Y-You do?" Garroth squeaked from the door way. His voice echoing throughout the entire room. By now, Travis was sitting with legs crossed atop my bed. "Yes. Now, can I have Zane back?" He asked, pointing over to me.

Vlyad smirked, tightening onto my arms while mocking my white haired boy friend. "Nope." He sang, popping the 'p'.

I let out a long groan as Garroth begun to speak. "Zane, you need to tell us when you get in an relationship."

I raised an eyebrow while trying to wriggle out of Vlyad's grasp. How is he so strong?! "Oh how you did with Laurence?"

"That's completely different." Garroth stated, still standing at my dark oak doorway.

I narrowed my eyes at him, the blue colors pricking through his self pride. Still not saying a word. Garroth bit his cherry colored lip, looking to the floor. "Or maybe not..." He squeaked.

I proudly laughed, still trying to pull away from Vlyad's grasp but he was to strong. And that's where French Zane came to play...

I looked up at Vlyad, narrowing my pale blue eyes at my younger brother. "Mettez-moi ou je vous dirai à Dante..."

'Put me down right now or I'll tell Dante.'

"Tell Dante what?" Travis asked from the edge of my bed, slowly stalking towards me and my brother's who now stood in a cluster besides the wooden door.

Vlyad nervously laughed, starting to walked towards the door but before he could mange to step outside the door I spoke. "He has a crush on Dante."

"ZANE?!" Vlyad yelled while scrunching up his nose and balling his fist.

I laugh evilly, my laugh rang through my dimly lit room while I ran my sharp fingernails through my raven colored hair. "It's what you get."

Vlyad let out a long groan while throwing his head back in anger. "I hate you..." He mumbled while clawing at his scarf that dangled around his tan neck..

I shrugged, slowly pulling myself up. "Yes, Now get out."

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Huge shout out to RoseThorn45 for taking two hours from our lives to deal with the fucking four rats nest that live in my hell you call my hair.

So go shove her some love

Just shove it down her throat

Seriously

~Snowy