Two of a Kind (Vance Hopper)

Chapter 15.

Kitt gave him a small, sheepish smile before looking back at the beautiful scenery. Everything felt perfect. She felt at peace and safe when she was with him, like everything was going to be okay. She wouldn't tell him just yet the reason of why she showed up in such an awful state, not wanting him to feel like it was his fault at all. She squeezed his hand gently, a silent way of thanking him for being there for her. He smirked softly and squeezed hers back.

The blonde stared at their joined hands, a soft smile on his face, one that he didn't even realize he was showing. He knew that she was his soft spot, that much was clearly obvious, but he didn't really know what the situation was to her. It was hard for him to tell, but he assumed that if he was allowed to touch her finally then that meant that he was special to her in some sort of way. He would take it. He looked over at her, admiring her for a moment. Even with all of the wounds and bruising he still thought she was stunning. He shook his head, looking away from her for a moment just to collect his thoughts.

"So we're good now, right?" She asked softly, almost hesitantly. Her question surprised him, wondering how she was that slow. He turned and playfully flicked her forehead once more, making sure not to drop her hand, even for a second. She furrowed her eyebrows at him and bumped him with her elbow in response.

He laughed softly and shook his head at her. "What kind of question is that? Huh? I just told you I'm not leaving you alone, even at your house, and you asked if we're good. What?" He teased, raising an eyebrow at her. Kitt felt her face heat up at his teasing. She knew that logically, yes, but her anxiety was sky high at this point. She rolled her eyes at him and turned her head so he wouldn't see how embarrassed she actually was, but it was already too late. He had seen. And he thought it was fucking adorable on her. He bit his lip to hide his smile and looked down at his feet.

"I was just making sure, dickhead," she stated, rolling her eyes at him to hide the fact it was actually just her overthinking things. He chuckled and playfully bumped into her, giving her a gentle smile, a rarity when it came to Vance Hopper. She looked up at him, returning the gentle smile. God, he was stunning, that much she would admit. "So, what are your plans in life? Hm? We talk a lot about what's going on now, but what do you want?" She asked, trying to distract herself from the invasive thoughts clouding her mind.

     "Simple; get the hell out of this town," he stated, smirking as she let out a laugh. She looked over at him, a goofy grin on her face. She loved how easy it was for him to make her laugh, how he didn't even have to try. She licked her bottom lip, feeling where it had been split as she started to think about him once more, and how protected and happy she get with him. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed that they were basically just staring at each other.

     Vance didn't mind though, he took the opportunity to admire her and take in every little detail of her face, from the way her eyelashes curled to the dark freckle on her cheek. His smile was growing the longer they admired each other, enjoying every second that he had like this. He never wanted it to end. She finally seemed to snap out of her daze though, turning to watch the fireflies in the air before she spoke, "Yea, I get that. I don't think I would want to stay in this town either." He nodded, looking away from her before she accused him of being a creep once more.

     "And you?" He asked softly, waiting for her reply. After a few moments of silence he turned his head to look at her, confusion on his face. She looked like she was heavily debating on it, like she hadn't quite yet decided what she wanted for her future.

     "I just want to be comfortable in life, that's all I want," she finally replied, her voice soft. He hesitated, wondering why that one statement sounded so vulnerable coming from her. He didn't mention it though, knowing that this was difficult for her, or that's what he had found out through their previous interactions. He had noticed she struggled with herself to give out any personal information at all. Hell, just trying to get her name was like pulling teeth for the first two days. But they had made progress, and a decent amount of progress at that.

     He nodded, showing her that he understood what she had meant with her statement. They sat in silence for a little longer, enjoying the night before Vance stood up, helping her up as well before he slowly began to guide them home; holding her hand the entire way. They crept up to his room quietly, trying not to disturb his father. Once they made it inside his room, Kitt gently dropped his hand and quickly made her way to the chair. Vance saw where she was headed and shook his head no, immediately following her and gently wrapping his arm around her waist so he could lead her back to the bed.

     "Wait, no! I already slept in the bed, it's your turn!" She exclaimed, stopping him in his tracks. He stared down at her, trying to figure out if she was serious. She had only slept a couple of hours and he was sure she was still exhausted. He could tell she had been struggling to sleep lately due to the dark circles under her eyes.

     "You get the bed. You need it more than me," he stated before continuing to move her to get her to sit on the bed. She struggled for a moment before giving in, but not without glaring at him.

     "You need sleep to, and I'm not letting you sleep in the fucking chair, Vance," she stated, shocking him for a second. He shook his head at her stubbornness and looked down at her, wondering how he could fix the situation. He figured if he made her uncomfortable enough that she would give in without a fight and it seemed like the easiest option.

     He smirked and crossed his arms across his chest, confident in his choice. "You got two options here, either I sleep in the chair, or we share the bed. Only options cause I'm sure as hell not sleeping on the fucking floor," he stated with a grin.

     She hated how confident he was, how he felt like he knew the answer that she was going to choose. She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes before smirking. She moved over and patted the bed beside her, shocking him. "Then get in the bed."