favours | Bruce Yamada x Vance Hopper | DISCONTINUED

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Bruces Pov:
I woke up from my sleep, possibly the best sleep i could've had. His smell lingered across my room, it smelt at most calming, it made butterfly spark up in my stomach. The sense of anything of his lingered on my cold, shaky, fragile body. I stood up and the same sharp pain stung through my leg, i grunted in pain and try to walk as hard as i could. My body felt like it'd crash any minute now, i groaned and pulled off my old shirt, putting on a black hoodie. Then a pair of plain, black jeans. Burst of pain overtook my legs but by now, it could hurt less, i had gotten used to the pain although it felt like a numb sting. I walked away into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth, the harsh scrubbing hurt my gums. But i couldn't care less, I hopped away from the sink that i had used to brushed my teeth in and rushed to put on a pair of shoes. My beaten up converse were first choice, i pulled them over my foot which had stung a lot, I grumbled and stormed outside. With the amount of pain I was in, Anything over then my foot hurt, i walked to the school which crowded with groups of people talking. I swallowed the dry lump in my throat and walked to my class, I pushed past the crowds of people, i kept my head low. I dont want to see anyones face, I stormed into the classroom that was mine and sat down near the back. Reigning my neck up, I help my posture with my body slightly slouching. I could feel a pair of eyes burning into my chest, turning my body to my side i saw, Vance? He stared at me and looked away quickly once i saw him, I sort of wish he stayed staring at me. But i guess he thought he was being weird, i just thought he was beautiful, he wouldn't of thought that back. No Bruce, you dont like Vance Hopper and he doesn't like you, get over it!
Vances pov:
I stared at him, god he was beautiful, i wish i could just kiss his strawberry lips. They look so soft, no Vance, your being weird. Im not gay! I looked into him passionately, he turned around to see me staring directly at him. God, he probably thought i was a creep now, I turned around so i wouldn't be staring at him. I wish i could go back to looking at him, he's to perfect not to look at. He has a beautiful pale, caramel, skin tone, his eyes glow brightly, and his smile could light up a whole room. He is perfect, Bruce makes heads turn with his beauty, tons of people crush on him. Me on the other hand, people think i am hot and all but they think im a psycho. Yea, i get into a ton of fights. And i've almost landed myself in jail, or at least juvenile more then once. But sometimes, i wish i could be better, i wish i could turn into Bruce. He can make anyone crush on him with a simple smile, and he is a good child, REALLY good. I dont think he had ever been in trouble, Fuck. why am i thinking about him, im not a faggot! I crashed my head into my hands as the teacher stormed into the classroom, moody bitch. This would be a long day,
(TIME SKIP TO LUNCH)
VANCES POV STILL:
I pulled my legs to the lunchroom, pushing past all the hungry, desperate kids. who looked like as if they had been starved, they all walked away in fear as they saw me go past. I looked to see Bruce getting a lunch tray and lingering to the side of a wall, staring at me. I got to the front of the long line and took the tray the lady gave me. Disgusting dog shit food, I walked away from the line when Bruce walked towards me. Great,
"Hey Vance, i wanted to say, uh thank you for yesterday!" He grinned, his perfect grin. Bruces perfection made me feel sick,
"Oh, its nothing." I tried to walk away, to hide embarrassment, but he just spoke up again,
"Hey, can i sit with you today?"
"I dont sit in the cafeteria,"
"Well Vance, can i go to where you sit."
"I guess, follow me." Perfect, now im bringing the good kid to my place that i would often keep secret. He followed a quick pace behind me, but still around a meter or two away from me. I got to my elevator eventually, it was left abandoned so i claimed it, it was almost my comfort space. He followed behind and slowly sat outside the elevator,
"What are you doing, get in Bruce."
"Oh, ok-okay." He fixed his hoodie and sat down in the corner, i leant on the wall and pushed all the food in a bin i kept nearby my space.
"Uh, its pretty cozy in here. Its cool Vance," His grin sickened me, the butterflys erupted in my stomach. almost acting as if they were fireworks,
"Thanks Yamada." The way his voice kept a cool tone attached to it was perfect. His voice calmed my insides, I dug my hand in my bag and pulled out my pack of cigarettes offering one to Bruce. i thought of pulling it away, He wouldn't smoke, why am i offering him things. Do i like Bruce Yamada?
BRUCES POV:
he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one,
"Vance i dont smoke, my parents would kill me!"
"Oh, sorry."
"they say they dont want my lungs going black." I chuckled and ate a small scoop off of my food tray, Yuck. Old bologna sandwiches that looks like they were made with human meat. And some old porridge, what the meal. I shoved it to the side and look up at Vance who stared at me,
"God Yamada, were you actually going to eat that sickening food." He projected his voice which made me laugh,
"Yes, i was hungry. But not anymore V"
"Is that your nickname for me? V?"
"Yes, your using my surname so im using the first letter of your name."
"Fair, fair" He slowly smiled, It looked so perfect. i wish i could kiss him, No Bruce. You aren't gay! We sat there talking till the end of day, i completely forgot about my last two lessons when i was with him. I do like Vance hopper,
(SORRY IT WAS POORLY MADE, I HAD TO GET IT DONE QUICK LMAO)
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