Zee and Mya had done a lot together—collab videos, matching onesies, late-night gaming marathons, plushie shop raids—but nothing like this.
Africa.
It was a trip they’d talked about for months. What started as a half-joke during a livestream (“Imagine us on safari trying to vlog while an elephant walks by”) had slowly turned into a plan… then flight tickets… then bags packed… and now, a whole adventure waiting for them across the world.
The second they stepped off the plane, everything hit differently—the heat, the brightness, the air. It felt so alive.
Mya shielded her eyes, looking around in awe. “Zee… we’re really here.”
He nodded, adjusting his camera bag. “This isn’t Roblox. This is real-life survival mode.”
She laughed. “You better not jinx it. If we get chased by a lion, I’m pushing you.”
“Wow. No loyalty,” Zee said, mock offended. “And after I carried your plushie frog through TSA like a bodyguard.”
“You chose that life,” she replied, bumping into him playfully.
Their first stop was Nairobi, Kenya—bustling, beautiful, and buzzing with life. They explored colorful markets, tried roasted corn from street vendors, and bought handmade beaded bracelets from local artists. Mya bought a bright pink scarf and wrapped it around her head, posing like a travel influencer. Zee, of course, took like 20 pictures.
“Tell me I don’t look like royalty,” she said, adjusting the scarf dramatically.
“You look like the queen of Roblox, off-duty,” Zee teased. “All hail Queen Mya of Aestheticville.”
Their next few days were packed with more adventure than either of them expected. They visited a wildlife conservancy and stayed in a cozy little tented lodge that overlooked a wide open plain. Every morning, they woke up to the sound of birds and distant animal calls—way different from the usual sound of Discord notifications.
On their second morning, a giraffe casually walked by while they were eating breakfast.
Zee’s mouth dropped open. “That giraffe is like… right there.”
“I think he smells my pancakes,” Mya whispered, trying not to move. “If he comes closer, I’m naming him Gerald.”
“Gerald the giraffe. Has a ring to it.”
They went on their first ever safari ride later that day, bundled up in the back of an open-top jeep. The guide pointed out zebras, elephants, lions lounging in the shade. Every few minutes, Mya gasped and yanked on Zee’s arm.
“Zee look, baby elephants! They’re so tiny!”
“They’re literally bigger than my entire car,” he replied, but smiled anyway, watching her eyes light up.
At night, they sat by a fire pit under a sky full of stars—clearer than either of them had ever seen. Mya leaned her head on Zee’s shoulder, wrapped in his hoodie, while he quietly roasted a marshmallow over the flame.
“This is insane,” she whispered.
“What? The stars?”
“No,” she smiled. “Us. Like… just being here together. In Africa. On the other side of the world from our usual lives. No livestream, no gaming chair, no screens. Just us.”
Zee nudged her gently with his shoulder. “You’re getting all deep now.”
She smirked. “Shut up. Let me have my moment.”
He pulled her a little closer, letting her rest her head on his chest. “It is pretty unreal though.”
Their last day was spent visiting a local animal sanctuary where they got to feed baby rhinos and meet rescued cheetahs. Mya cried when a baby elephant wrapped its trunk around her arm. Zee, naturally, filmed the whole thing for their private vlog.
“Not for YouTube,” he said. “Just for us.”
As their flight home neared, they sat in the airport terminal, exhausted but happy. Mya was half-asleep, curled up in Zee’s hoodie, while he scrolled through photos on his phone.
“Think we’ll ever top this?” he asked quietly.
Mya yawned. “Maybe. But only if you take me to Antarctica next.”
Zee chuckled. “Bet. Let’s see how you like penguins in real life.”
She opened one eye. “Spoiler: I’m gonna cry again.”