a/n: hey!! Thanks for joining me in this book. Just a note before we continue, I don't know any of the recent characters. I stopped watching Aphmau about a year and a half ago, and only know characters from the end of 2016/early 2017. I was editing one of my old aphmau fics and decided to make a short gaurance story! Hope you guys enjoy! :) ~Car
P.s. this is in the mystreet s1 au,, thats my fav mystreet haha

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Laurance's eyes were closed as he threw his head back sofly, letting out a short breath, "Garroth," a lewd noise left his mouth.

The brunette's back was against the wall, a strong blonde in front of him. Laurance's hands were trailing up and down Garroth's back, the two of them really going at it. Garroth's lips were on his neck, traveling around. Laurance was in the midst of experiencing pure bliss while Garroth went to town and did what he felt personally fulfilling.

"Say it again," the blonde finally spoke up.

"Garroth. . ." Laurance repeated, hair sticking to the wall as his head went a bit farther down.

He felt Garroth smirk into his skin, ready to advance when an abrupt interruption stopped them from doing anything else.

"Garroth!" Travis' voice made it through the door, not as lewd or soft as Laurance's words had been earlier. There was a pounding at the door, "Why the hell is your door locked? I need to get in!"

Both of the male's eyes were wide, Laurance's fingers curling up and taking a bit of Garroth's shirt with them.

"Don't make me come in there forcefully!"

"One second!" Garroth exclaimed quickly, scrambling away from Laurance and quickly throwing something over Laurance's neck, "Just. . . Sit down! Uh, get a video game up, I don't know. Think fast." The blonde whispered to the other male.

Laurance nodded quickly, and got to work. He'd nearly fallen off Garroth's bed (which the blonde had placed him on) while trying to get over to the xbox to turn it on. Soon enough, the door to Garroth's room opened, the infamous white haired male being on the other side.

"Why was the door locked?" Travis asked, strutting in, "It isn't usually."

"I'm a grown man! I can close and lock my door if I want!"

Travis thought for a moment, "Touche." He started, "Anyway, what is Laurance doing in here?"

"We were about to set up a video game and do that kind of stuff."

"So in short, canoodle in secret?" Travis' brows wiggled playfully at the blonde and focused brunette.

"What?" Garroth laughed, "You're hilarious, of course not! Uh, what would give you that idea? Totally not. Me? Laurance? CANOODLE? Gross, ahahaha. . ." Garroth's voice trailed off as he had a 'kill me' painful look on his face.

Travis' teasing smile fell, "Are you okay?" He questioned, "I was just messing with you, man. Calm your tits." He sat down on the bed next to Laurance, "Anyways, what are we playing?"

Laurance shrugged, "Still looking through the games." The brunette piped up for the first time since Travis had entered the room.

"He speaks!" The white haired man spoke up.

"I was meaning to ask," Laurance started as he straightened his back after putting a game in the console, "why's your hair white?"

"I dunno." Travis shrugged, "It used to be blonde. I dyed and bleached it once for a dare, and it never went back. Weird, right? Apparently it was permanent, especially with light hair? Funny how that works. . ." Travis muttered the last sentence.

"Ah, I see. That sucks. I'd be so pissed if that had happened to me."

"You have darker hair, so you'd probably be fine."

Laurance shrugged, "Maybe, but I don't want to test it to find out."

Travis let out a small 'aww', then a laugh. He relaxed his body, propping his torso up on the headrest of Garroth's bed. How could Laurance play off being walked in on so easily? Here Garroth was, floundering and barely making it believable that he and Lauranc weren't just making out, then there Laurance was, playing it off as if he hadn't been pinned to the wall two seconds ago. How Laurance did it was beyond Garroth.

"Are you gonna sit down, or just sit there and stare at the wall blankly?" Travis asked Garroth, looking over at the beach blonde.

Garroth shook his heads, shooing his thoughts away as he glanced over at Travis, "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Just making sure." The other male responded, "You just seemed like you were in another world or something. No big."

The blonde nodded slightly, then sat at the edge of his bed uncomfortably.

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A couple of hours had gone by. Garroth had eventually gotten more comfortable and started hanging out and letting loose. The three of them had battled at video games, beaten boss battles, defeated each other. You name it, they've done it. Once Travis left (probably to go bother the girls across the street or to watch trash TV with Dante, Garroth and Laurance looked at each other.

"How long do you think we can keep this thing between us going?" Laurance asked after a moment of silence, "We had a close call today, and if the guys found out? It'd be awkward, and they'd definitely use it against us for embarrassment and blackmail."

"I don't know." Garroth ran his fingers through his hair, mind spinning, "We can keep milking it for what it is though." He responded, "If they find out, they find out."

Laurance let out a short laugh, "I don't. . I don't think you understand what's at stake here! Our dignity! Our privacy! Everything!"

"I don't think that they're going to spill EVERYTHING." Garroth said, exaggerating the word 'everything'.

Laurance shot Garroth an uncertain 'really?' look. Garroth took a second to think it over.

"Okay, you're right, they'd totally spill it and use it against us."

The brunette laughed, "Oh, I know."

Garroth rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Well, we're just going to have to keep a damn good secret then, okay?"

"Was that even a thought? Yes!" There was a pause, "Now. . ." Laurance grinned, crawling over to the blonde, "Where were we?"

"I don't know," Garroth responded, getting that same grin, "you tell me."

"Why don't I show you instead?" Laurance's grin grew undeniably devilish.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that." The blonde said, leaning back comfortably.

After that, it was all history. Let's just say that they were glad they locked the door behind Travis. And that he and Dante had gone to the store for a while.