Woes of the Wingmen

№ 4:

Bruce looked excitedly out the window as he waited for Vance. He didn't know what his car looked like, but knowing him, it must've been a sick ride. He saw a teal Porsche park next to the sidewalk. Then grabbing his jacket and went out.

"Bye, Mom!"

"See you later, when will you be back?"

"Probably around 4:45."

"Okay, love you, honey, stay safe."

"I love you too!"

He closed the door behind him and ran to the car. Getting into it.

"Sick ride, huh?"

"Yeah, sick, it's a mint car."

He smiled, looking at him. "Mint, yeah." Then looking at his lips. He snapped back and started to drive. Putting his hand behind Bruce's seat. Making him a little flustered.

He couldn't keep his eyes off Vance, his face in particular. The way his eyebrows scrunched when he was concentrating. He was really handsome when he thought about it.

It took about 15 minutes to get there, considering Bruce lived outside of their school's bounds. Since he went to "North Denver Junior High" aka the "Optometrists." A dumb mascot if you asked Vance, or Bruce, for that matter. While everyone else went to the "Front Range Middle." 

The car jerked as Vance stopped.

"And we're here."

"Have you ever seen it?"

"Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Yeah, plenty of times. That shit doesn't even scare me." He smiled and patted Bruce on the back.

"Well, don't make fun of me if I get jump scared."

"I can't make any promises." He winked playfully.

He knocked on the door, in case Robin's uncle was asleep. Turns out he wasn't, since he was the one who answered the door. A shorter, stockier man that seemed to be their fathers' ages.

"Hey, come on in, boys!"

They went in to already find the others there. Finney is next to Donna (of course), with Robin and Billy on the other couch.

"There are some snacks in the kitchen if you want them. Like popcorn, and pan dulce."

"Pan dulce?" Vance knew "dulce" was Spanish for "sweet". The only thing he remembered from that class. Which made his interest perk, having a huge sweet tooth himself.

"Yeah, it's a Mexican pastry that basically means, 'sweet bread.' I can show you it."

The two, plus Bruce, went into the kitchen to find a counter with two popcorn bags, some soda cans, and maybe some other candy. Vance didn't care, because his attention was zoomed in on the cream and pink colored bread rolls. That seemed soft in texture.

"They look so fucking good." He had to stop himself from drooling.

Robin laughed, "They are."

"I didn't take you for someone with a sweet tooth." Bruce teased but kept it noteworthy within his brain.

"Well I am, fucker," he snatched two of them, one of each color. As if they were going to grow legs and run away. He took a bite out of one, instantly falling in love. "You and your uncle are heaven-sent, thank you." He said, with the food on the side of his mouth.

Both he and Bruce took a bag and a can before going back in with Robin.

"Just found out one of Vance's weaknesses besides Pinball, sweet bread," Robin said to everyone else.

"Whatever happens in here, stays in here, Arellano." He sat down on the couch next to Bruce and Billy. He was next to Robin at the very left end.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyways, are you guys ready to have the fright of your life?" Robin asked, exaggerating.