bruce yamada is tired of his parents demanding he gets into a relationship. but, eventually he complies. he decides to seek out someone he knows they would absolutely hate to see him with. that person? vance hopper.
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—————————————————— it was awkward for a couple hours after the kiss, but they'd eventually decided to brush it off and pretend it didn't happen. bruce didnt like vance that way, so what did it even matter? vance was caught up in his thoughts, but he was snapped out of it when he felt bruce lean against him. "gah— bruce?" he looked at him, although he was fast asleep, snoring softly. he wrapped an arm around him again, a soft smile on his face. he placed a kiss to his forehead. "goodnight." he murmured softly. ———–——————— bruce woke up to fighting. loud fighting. he shifted slightly and looked to vance, who was already awake. they were kind of in an odd position. vance was against the arm rest — which looked extremely uncomfortable, bruce wasn't sure how he slept like that — and bruce was on top of him, practically in his lap. vance was playing with bruce's hair, he seemed anxious. he hadnt noticed the other waking up. "whats going on?" bruce said softly, causing vance to flinch and look down at him. "oh, uhm, my parents are just fighting." he seemed on edge. he shifted. "hey, why don't we go out for lunch? now?"
"i'd kinda like some clean clothes first—" vance nodded. "you can borrow some of mine. lets go." vance drug bruce up to his room and hurried him to get something. none of vance's clothes were really bruce's style, but he didn't have much of a choice. he eventually settled on some clothes — that ended up being too small on him, anyways. it was the closest thing vance had to bruce's size though, so he made due. after they'd both changed, vance practically shoved bruce out the door. the fighting was still going on, and vance seemed much less on edge once they were outside. he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "so, where do you wanna go for lunch?" vance asked as he started walking away from the house, rather fast. bruce speed-walked to keep up with him. "uhm, i'm good with anywhere honestly."
"great, i know this really good diner that's close by?" vance smiled. "sure, that sounds good!" bruce nodded. vance took bruce's hand in his own, swinging them slightly. bruce smiled at that. it was weird seeing vance like this. this was seriously the guy who got into fights all the time and beat the shit out of kids? this was the guy who smoked and never showed up to class? signature bad boy, but here he was, smiling like an idiot from swinging hands with bruce yamada, signature nerd and 'good boy'. it was ironic, he thought. he never would've even imagined talking to vance a week ago, much less in a fake relationship with him.
"we're almost there," vance spoke up, nodding his head in the direction of the diner. bruce looked towards it, it was small. it looked cute. vance opened the door for bruce, holding it again. bruce walked in. "what? no thank you?" vance gasped in mock offense. "oh, sorry, thank you, what a gentleman." clear sarcasm laced his voice. "whatever." vance huffed crossing his arms. bruce looked around the dinner, it looks how you'd expect it to look. black and white checkered floor tiles, several stools in front of the counter, and booths instead of regular tables. all the seats are red, and made with that fabric that your legs stick to. vance lead bruce over to a table and sits down. bruce sat down across from him, keeping ahold of vance's hand. vance pushed a menu towards him, then looks at his own. "do you wanna share something?" he asked. "that depends, you might have absolutley horrid taste."
vance gasped in mock offense. "i cant believe you would even say that, i have amazing taste. i wouldnt be with you if i had bad taste, yeah?" he smirked, winking. bruce rolled his eyes, a light pink blush tinting his cheeks. "whatever. what did you want to get?" vance paused. "we could share a milkshake?"
"that's not a food though, dumbass. i want food." vance huffed. "how abouttt.." he trails off, looking at the menu. "pancakes?" he looks at bruce with a grin. "lunch, vance. lunch."
"pancakes for lunch." bruce sighed. "fine." that earned a smile from vance. he closed his menu and set it to the side. "soo, this place isn't too bad for a first date, hm?" bruce leaned back, "i've been to nicer.." he joked, looking at vance with a grin. "hey! this place is nice." vance crossed his arms, shooting bruce a glare. bruce laughed. "you're right, you're right, i'm sorry—" he placed his hand on top of vance's, running his thumb over his knuckles. "it is nice, thank you for taking me out on a wonderful date." he offered an amused smile, getting one back from vance. they just stared at eachother for a little. bruce couldn't help admire the other. he was really pretty — everything about him. he couldn't help thinking about vance kissing him last night. everytime the other kissed him, it would drive him crazy. surely that was normal right? anyone would go crazy over a kiss — even if it just from a friend. he found his gaze traveling down to vance's lips. he swallowed. "what can i get y'all started with?" the waiter spoke up, making bruce flinch. he looked at the waiter, glad to have his thoughts interrupted. vance ordered for them and bruce handed the waiter his menu.
the waiter came back over about ten minutes later, with their food. he set it down. "can i get you guys anything else?" vance looked at bruce, who shook his head. "no thanks, we're good." the waiter nodded and left. they ate in silence for a while, once again it wasn't exactly awkward but at the same time it wasn't their usual comfortable silence — atleast it didn't feel like it to bruce. he plays with his fork. "why did you kiss me last night?" he blurted. vance froze, clearing his throat. he looked up to make eye contact with bruce. —————————————————— word count: 1,088 dbsjdhsghs THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA ASS IM SORRY GUYS, the next couple are kinda gonna be fillers cause i'm runnin' out of ideas </3 [edited]
