favours | Bruce Yamada x Vance Hopper | DISCONTINUED

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(TW: BLOOD MENTIONS, SWEARING.)
INSPO FROM: Yunisreading | ON AO3!
Bruces pov:
I tossed and turned in my uncomfortable bed, the feeling of the cold winter air kept me awake. I groaned as i stood up slowly, if i have a five minute walk my dad wouldn't catch me. I chucked on a plain black hoodie and toppled out the door, I walked slowly down the sidewalk and one the ledge of the street. The cold air made my brain fuzzy and i slowly walked, I took deep breathes of air as i closed my eyes. My mind felt at piece and everything felt lull, all until my foot slipped off the curb, i gasped at the sudden movement and pulled out my hands ready to fall. As I flopped down on the cold pavement, it was as if it was in slow motion. At first, I couldn't even tell i twisted my ankle, or sprained it. Either one of the two. I slowly sprawled over to the fresh concrete of the curb and sat on it, inspecting my ankle which winced in pain as i ran my cold fingertip across it. The quick shot of pain rushed through my body and i whimpered in pain, then. I sat inspecting my hands and knuckles which ran with small lengths of blood, the warm, thick blood ran down my hands and slowly dripped onto the road. It splattered in a small spec on my shoe, everything in the world fell silent apart from the crunching of shoes. Coming closer as pebbles slowly fell onto the road beside me, i turned around to see the boy everyone hated. Vance Hopper, he turned down to me, and i slowly looked away in agony. My blood ran cold as i heard his cold spoken voice echo through the street.
"woah, what the fuck happened?" He knelt down as i pushed my head further forward,
"I got into a fight," I decided to make up a lie so he wouldn't start 'teasing' me.
"Well shit, you look pretty beaten up regardless. By who?"
"oh uh-uh, im not sure." His voice rung through my ears like a soothing melody, meanwhile. His cold, icey, hands touch my hand delicately. Staring down at my bloody hand, my cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. Not noticeable since it was dark,
"Come on, i'll help you get home." He pulled my bloody hand to help me get up, I stood on my ankle which stung with a sharp, agonising pain that shot through my whole foot. I tightly sealed my lips, a small grunt coming out. Vance threw his hand over my waist and slowly walked, he smelt like a warm wood and pumpkin smell. It comforted me as my brain felt slightly fuzzy,
"So, where is your house pretty boy?" He spoke in a sharp, but still comforting voice.
"Pretty boy? u-uh just down the block, the blue one." I stuttered but tried to remain a confident voice, he pulled you up slightly and walked at a quick pace. But slow enough for you, the walk was silent. My brain felt at peace every time you breathed in his scent, just that was enough to comfort you. Sooner then later, you arrived at the house, my house.
"So, i'll walk you to the front door." The silence broke from his soothing voice, it was enough by itself to make all of my worries float away.
"Okay,"was the only word I could find, I looked up to his face. His cherry lips were kissable, his eyes were a bluish shade of green combined. He was beautiful all together, I looked away in a spilt second. No, no. i dont like boys! I like girls! that thought ran through my mind as he walked you towards my door,
"So, i'll catch you tomorrow?" He grinned deviously,
"Yes, you will." I waved slightly as a smiled pulled both your lips upwards. He waved back and slowly walked away, I pulled the door that was left open and slowly walked inside. I hobbled towards your bedroom, slowly laying down on my bed. my eyes shut, the smell of pumpkin spice soothed my tired eyes and brain. I shut my eyes and fell into a deep slumber, Do i like Vance Hopper?