Two of a Kind (Vance Hopper)

Chapter 8.

     Vance walked over to the end of his bed, sitting down and opening the bag. Kitt bit her lip, nervous for what was going to happen if she smoked. Was this even a good idea? Of course it wasn't, so why did she want to? She watched as he picked up a joint, his grin just growing in size as he did. He lifted it to his lips and lit it, taking a big hit without any hesitation. She watched as he held it in for a moment before slowly exhaling the smoke. She scrunched up her nose at the smell, not really caring for how weird it smelled. He started to cough lightly, a smile on his face despite the coughing. 

     The blonde held out the joint for Kitt, smiling at her. She hesitated for just a moment before she gave in to the temptation. She took a long drag, trying to do exactly as he had just a few seconds before but it hurt. She started coughing almost immediately after, not having expected it to burn on the way down. She heard Vance laughing at her, but she didn't even care. She was more worried about the fact it felt like she was going to cough up a lung. She shook her head as the coughing slowly started to die down. She gave a small smile to the boy in front of her who was still having the time of his life. "Was that entertaining?" She asked, her voice raspy. 

      He nodded, gesturing for her to hit it again. "Very. Hit it again. It gets easier to hold, promise," He stated softly. She rolled her eyes at him before doing as he said. This time was a little bit easier, but she still coughed after she hit it. She handed the joint to him, relaxing further into the chair. He smirked at her before enjoying another slow drag himself. He rested his forearms on his knees, leaning more towards her. "You're a weird one, you know?" He finally spoke, shocking Kitt. 

     She blinked at him slowly, almost in disbelief. "You're joking right?" She asked him, staring at him as he shook his head no. She gave a small laugh, rolling her eyes at him. "I'm the weird one? Really? How?" She questioned, genuinely curious about his thought process. He chuckled and looked at her through his hair, trying to find the right words. He licked his lip and took another hit before passing the joint once more. 

     She took it, inhaling the smoke into her lungs again as he looked down at his hands. "You didn't run. You stayed there, at the store. I don't know, you're just weird," he said, almost like it bothered him. She furrowed her brows, trying to understand what he was saying exactly, but it was hard. Thinking right now was beginning to get fuzzy, but she didn't mind it really. It suddenly dawned on her what he was meaning. He hadn't had anyone who wasn't scared before.

      She giggled softly at the realization, shaking her head. "Well, I guess I'm weird then," She said softly, shrugging as she did. She looked over at Vance who was looking at her with a small smile. She raised the joint to her lips once more before passing it off. The buzz she was getting felt nice, distracting. "You're a different weird. I can't figure you out. You piss me off, but you're not so bad either. I don't know," she mumbled as Vance was inhaling, causing him to laugh and let out a cloud of smoke. This earned a laugh from the girl, rolling her eyes at him. 

      He flipped her off, shaking his head at her with a grin on his face. "Fuck you, Bottle Bitch," he cursed between fits of coughing, which only made her laugh harder. She rolled her eyes at him, propping her feet up on one of his knees. 

     "Are you going to call me by my name or not? You learned my name for a reason, dumbass," She teased, smirking at him. He shook his head as he tried to get in another hit without laughing. She watched as he exhaled, catching his breath for a few moments after. 

     "I'll call you whatever fits," he explained with a smirk, putting out the joint on his boot. He looked over at her as her nose scrunched up at his answer. She shook her head no, and in response he nodded. "If you're acting like Bottle Bitch, I'm going to call you Bottle Bitch," he continued, a small laugh leaving him. Kitt laughed in response to this, shaking her head no.

     She kicked him lightly, making sure it was gentle enough to still be playful, earning a small grunt from the male. "You haven't even called me by my name, dumbass! After you tried so hard too," she teased. He rolled his eyes at her and shoved her feet off of him, earning a small groan of protest from Kitt. 

"I haven't had chance to say it," he replied. She flipped him off, laughing softly. This felt nice. She could get used to this. The peaceful feeling, like she belonged. There wasn't any awkward silence and she felt like he was having a good time as well. "Where are you from?" He asked, trying to continue the conversation. He wanted to know more about her. Anything that she would tell him really. He didn't know why he cared, he usually wouldn't but he did. 

    She sighed at his question. She didn't even know if she wanted to tell him about where she came from, not because she didn't want to talk to him, but because she knew that she would get emotional about it. She missed it, a lot. She hated to think of why they moved. She pursed her lips for a moment, wondering if she should even tell him. He could tell that this was something that she wasn't really happy to share which just made him more curious, but he didn't feel like pushing her to tell him. 

      He had already pushed her pretty far for the day. He could wait another day to learn more. "Don't worry about it. You hungry?" He asked, standing up. He offered her his hand to help her up but she ignored it. She stood up and nodded, appreciating the fact he hadn't pushed any further. She was slightly annoyed, but more at herself for being so vulnerable with someone she had just met. It wasn't a good idea. It just made things more complicated. People got hurt when she was vulnerable. She didn't want that to happen. Not here.