A/N sorry for the long wait. I've been trying to decide where Im going with this story to go which led to multiple rewrites of this chapter and I'm still not happy with it.
Vance pushed his way through the crowd of people just in time to see Bruce get decked in the face. Vance walked, seemingly calm, to the guy who punched Bruce. Vance was pretty sure the guys name was Will or maybe it was Bill, Vance never cared enough to find out exactly which it was. Anyway, Will (Vance decided to just call him Will) was to preoccupied studying his bloody knuckles to notice Vance standing in front of him.
Vance swung his arm at Will, leaving Will with a bloody nose and on the ground. Vance grabbed Bruce's arm and led him to the bathroom.
Once inside Vance pushed Bruce over to the window so he could sit on the ledge. Carefully, Vance got a wet paper towel and started to cleaning Bruce up.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Vance questioned. The silence was really starting to get to him.
"He said some thing.." Bruce trailed off.
"Like?"
"Y'know, things about you, and Finney, and Robin," Bruce answered. Vance nodded in understanding. Bruce obviously didn't want to go into detail and Vance wasn't going to force him.
A few minutes later Vance was done patching Bruce up. Bruce hopped off the ledge. Bruce inspected him fists, not too bad considering he barely hit the guy.
With Bruce standing there in front of him, Vance finally realized their height difference. It wasn't too much. Vance was only 2 inches shorter, sitting at 5'7 while Bruce was 5'9ish.
"Thanks a lot, Vance." Bruce thanked him, looking up from his hands to make eye contact.
"No problem. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," Vance started walking away when Bruce grabbed his wrist.
"Could we walk together?" Bruce asked. Vance shrugged before nodding. "Cool."
They walked for a few minutes, telling each other which was to each house to see where they'd spilt off.
"Seriously? That's a street over from my house!" Bruce said. Vance already knew they lived pretty close, as he sometimes saw Bruce on his bike, but he doesn't blame Bruce for not knowing. Vance was rarely outside.
"That's cool." Vance said. Bruce nodded in agreement.
"You should come over sometime," Bruce suggested.
"Definitely. When are you free?" Vance questioned. Bruce thought for a bit, going over his baseball schedule and anything else he might've had to do, before looking back at Vance and speaking.
"Monday," today was Friday, "we could walk home together then spend the day doing whatever. I'm sure my parents would even be fine with you staying the night if you want."
"Yeah that'd be cool. My mom isn't usually home on Mondays so I can do basically whatever." Vance agreed. He would've agreed even if it wasn't a day his mom was gone. He would've done anything to stay in Bruce's presence for even a moment longer.
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Lonely, Lonely Like You
Fanfic"Pinball" Vance Hopper is absolutely head over heals for baseball prodigy Bruce Yamada
