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𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎. ꨄ︎

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

After falling back asleep after Vance left, you awoke. The sun shone through your curtains as you slowly sat up, opening your eyes and getting ready for the day.

You decided you didnt need anybody to make you feel whole, the Vance shaped hole in your heart stung. So you filled it with rasberry lollipops and other peoples fear. You were gonna start some shit today, get your anger out.
Wait, you had to pick James up. Shit.

(𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝!!) ^^^

Grabbing everything you needed, you hurried yourself out of the door ignoring your dad who was passed out on the couch. What would he do without you.
You rushed down the street swizzling the rasberry lollipop around your lips.
This is gonna be awkward.

𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘.

'𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔..' You prayed in your head.
The door opened, revealing James. He had a big bruise on his head.
"Y/n! Vance told me you wouldnt come today! Thank God you did!" He ran out, taking your hand. You smiled.
"Well your brother is stupid." You responded.
You saw Vance walking around shirtless inside. You shut the door and began to walk James to school, "What happened to your head kid.." you questioned.
"Oh um I..fell...over yesterday!" He excused.
"He did this didnt he." You accused.
"He didnt mean it!!" He tried to defend his brother.
"Why dont you head into school James." You insisted, handing him his lunchbox as his expression seemed worried.
You pushed him along as he ran inside.

'That son of a bitch. He hurt his brother, all because of me. I am going to kill him.'
You thought in your head. Fists clentched. Brows scowled, muscles tensed.
You went to Vances house, you felt like somebody was following you but you didnt care. That kid was not gonna suffer for your actions.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅.

Rough bangs on the door shreiked.
It swung open to reveal a shirtless Vance Hopper.
"You son of a bitch!" You pushed him back into his house. You didnt care about his toned abs or his hairspray.
"What?!" He shouted.
"Hurting your six year old brother during your little tantrums huh? You psycho!" You hit him. You kept punching him.
"Hit me back god dammit! Hurt me not him you evil bitch!" You screamed at him.
He grabbed your arms and said,
"He tripped over my shoe, dumb shit."
Your eyes widened, you stopped attacking him.
"Done?" He furrowed his brows at you and walked you out of the house. Throwing a shirt on and taking you with him.
You stayed silent.
You walked off, unbothering to apoligise as he followed behind very slowly.

You bumped into Bruce on your way there, "Oh hey Bruce!" You let out a soft smile and put your hand on his shoulder.
"Hey y/n!" He hugged you.
Bruce was the exact person you wanted to see, recently you had become the bestest of friends.
"So how are you?" He smiled.
"Im great! You?" You lied.
"Pretty neat! Ive been so good in baseball recently im star on my team! Its awsome!" He gloated.
"Thats amazing!!" You praised.
"Hows the band doing?" He was facinated.
"We are doing so good! Got another gig soon, crowds growing!" You explained happily.
"Thats cool! Hey I will catch you later I got practice! I get to miss school today, neat huh?" He chuckled.
"For sure." You agreed, hugging him once more and waving him off. Forgetting all about Vance, he dissapeared somewhere. Wierd.
As Bruce walked down the street, you continued to walk to school the opposite direction, turning to corner.