how did it end up like this? (brance story)

chapter 1.

it was a normal day for vance. everyone looked at him. everyone. It was a breezy day. vance seemed to like days like these. he liked the wind, he liked the way he could feel the breeze on the tip of his nose, but he especially liked how his hair flew on days like these. Vance was a misunderstood child. he's such a trouble maker because of his abusive dad, but Vance never liked talking about it. if someone ever brought it up, it seemed like Vance was protecting his dad.
"he's just angry"
"you don't know him like how I do, so don't assume things dipshit."
he always did this in hopes for better treatment for his dad, maybe his dad would defend him, but no. his dad never changed.

VANCES POV:

i start to walk out of school. Im so happy I finally get out of this hellhole. i think I'm gonna go to the grab n go, let's see if I can beat my high score.
• Vance finally got there •
I noticed that not that many people are here. better for a fight. I play, and im almost there, until the ball lands on the tip. someone bumps into it, and I immediately get angry. I sigh. I would normally beat the absolute shit out of the person, but today i felt tired. drained. after all, today was somehow calming me. I do love fall. I just walked out. I noticed that Bruce Yamada was riding on his shitty little bike. I make eye contact, and he almost falls off him bike. why are people so..
scared of me? am I that bad.. what did I do to them..
vance thought. it was a sudden thought, not something Vance would ever think of. no one understood Vance. just his mom. and his mom had died a few years ago. Even my his dad never understood him. I keep walking. I start doing a nervous tick, playing with my curls, until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see , Bruce?
"What do you want dipshit? Why are you following me?"
"calm down vance. I just wanted to say I noticed you looked kind of distracted in class, and I also saw you failed the test." for a second I was wondering how Bruce knew that, but then I remember that he sits next to me in science. I hate science. The teacher is so shitty. Then it remembered about the time I got bored in physics class, and I walked up to the teacher, and punched him in the nose. I was so tired of him. He always never stopped talking. It seemed like vance was staring at bruce, but he was just thinking. It was like he was shifting realities. He suddenly focuses again when he hears a bird chirping.
"Yeah. What about it prick?" I said. What does Bruce care.
"Jesus. I was gonna offer you classes, but I guess you don't want to. Have a nice day vance." Bruce said. I mean,Vance did need classes. Bruce started to walk away.
"Fine. I'll do it. Meet me under the bleachers in 2 hours. We'll go back to yours." Vance said. He noticed how dorky it was getting tutored by, Bruce? He looked back. Bruce winked and smiled. He waved , and walked away. Vance thought,
+ god, he's kind of cute. wait- Vance what are you talking about. you aren't a f@gg0t. But he is kind of cute, but it's not like I'm gay! You can think someone's cute without being gay! Yeah, that's it. Maybe it's something about his hair. Just keep walking Vance. +

•Vance finally got home, and ate some food. He finally started walking to the bleachers.•

The whole time he was walking he thought about how it was kind of hard to eat for him. Ever since his mother died he had a problem with eating. He never knew why. I guess that's just how Vance, worked? Vance finally got there. He looked at Bruce. God he was dorky. Vance didn't even know what he felt about Bruce anymore. He was nice. He was cute. But he was probably like the others. People would be friends with vance so that he wouldn't beat them up.
"Hey dipshit. You look like a dork." Vance said. Bruce smiled, and tucked Vance's hair behind his ear.
"Let's go Vance. If we don't go soon youre gonna fail. You are lucky I decided to help you." Bruce started walking. Vance rolled his eyes and started following him. He kept asking Bruce if the house he pointed at was his. They finally got to his house. Vance was speechless.
"Holy shit.. your house is big.."
Hours passed by and Vance still didn't understand anything.
"Ah shit, I'm going home. This won't work by today. I'll just work on it tomorrow." Vance got up and started walking downstairs. Bruce followed him to the door.
"How about I come with you? We wont even study." Bruce said. Vance sighed. He started to walk away. He noticed that Bruce just stood there.
"What are you waiting for dipshit? Let's go. You'll have to get in through the window. My dad is leaving for two days, actually he already left. But I'm still scared." Vance started walking after he said this. Bruce quickly ran to him and walked all the way home with him.

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907 words! I hoped you liked it :)
-stephswritten