~{Travis POV}~

Holy Irene he sung like an angel. What can I say? He's adorable! Wait.. I can't be growing feeling for him.. Right? Marry would kill me if I do. I sighed, "What if I do develop feelings for Zane?" I asked myself. "Let's hope you treat him right." A female voice said. I jumped and turned around. The voice was Marry, leaning on the doorframe. "Marry?! When did you get here?!" I whisper-yelled, seeing as Rosa and Zane were asleep. "A minute ago." She replied, shrugging. "If you do start to have feelings for him, you better treat him right." She said sternly, sounding very threatening I might add.

~{ Marry POV}~

I have got to say, Travis having feelings for Zane? Not surprising. I know he could be a huge flirt, but it sounds like he would be all Zane would ask for. Heck, it might be Zane who develops feeling for Travis. Its not that unpredictable.

"Listen, if you hurt him, be prepared to see death at your door." I said. "O-Okay, I will make sure I don't hurt him." Travis said and smiled. "Okay, good. Now we need to go to sleep. Night Travis." I said and walked to my room, changed into my PJ's, and got in bed.

~{Travis}~

I sighed. 'What if he didn't return my feelings?' I thought. I grabbed my phone and plugged in my head phones and started playing music. I laid back down and fell asleep.

{Timeskip of Hamilton!}

I woke up to the smell of pancakes. "Marry can you hand me the butter?" I heard Zane ask. "Sure, lil bro." I heard Marry reply, the opening and closing of the fridge. I yawned and sat up, realising my phone was dead. "Really?" I asked myself. I sighed and put it on the charger, and got up.

I hummed, walking down the hall and into the kitchen. Seeing Zane, in fact, making the pancakes. He spun around, not seeing me, grabbing his phone and plugging in some black headphones. He tapped on a song, because I heard it through the headphones and I immediately knew what song it was.

(Zane is Bold, Travis is Italics)
I wanna be a bottle blonde, I don't know why but I feel conned
I wanna be an Idle Teen
I wish I hadn't been so clean
I wanna stay inside all day
I want the world to go, away
I want blood, guts and chocolate cake
I want to be a real fake

At this time I had started singing with him.

Yeah I wish I'd been, I wish I'd been a teen, teen idle
Wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title
Instead of being sixteen, I'm burnin' up a bible
Feelin' super, super, super, suicidal
(End of lyrics!)

Zane turned around. "When did you get in here?!" He asked. "I came in here before you started singing, Zane." I replied, laughing. We both laughed until we heard a knock on the door. "I'll go get it." Zane said, walking out of the kitchen after he turned off the stove.

~{ Zane's POV }~

I walked out of the kitchen and through the living room. I went to the door and opened it, seeing some familiar faces..

"Garroth..? Vlyad..?"

~End of chapter, my readers! I will try to update every month or so. Bye my Soldiers! ~Killer ~