Bruce, a golden boy with a grand future ahead of him, runs astray for a violent, intimidating boy. Will he regret his decision? Or will he be okay with ruining his reputation?
"Thank you" He looked at me, his eyes looking directly at mine. He stood up and walked over to me. He pushed past me, knocking me back, but not as hard as I thought he would have "Whatever. Get moving Yamada. It's 3:30 and I'm dragging you back to your house, so you don't get in anyone else's business" I swallow and quickly catch up to him. I've never been this close to THE Vance Hopper before. It was a weird feeling. For someone like him, up close, he almost seemed comforting. Being so close, I could smell cinnamon, and pumpkin spice. His hair was also very well looked after. It was silky. It looked so soft. My fingers twitched thinking about it. I wanted to ruffle his hair. "What the fuck you staring at?" He didn't even glance my direction I swear, this guy has psychic abilities "Nothing, just looking at the trees" "Trees? Do I look like an idiot to you?" His voice raised as he spoke. In an attempt to make him calm down I said "I like nature. I like how the trees loose their leaves in winter. I find it interesting" He actually seemed satisfied with my answer and didn't say anything else After about 15 minutes of awkward silence, Vance stopped and turned to me "You actually need to tell me where you live dipshit, I'm not psychic" he said flatly "Oh, right" I felt my cheeks heat up "sorry, I live on Samson street?" "And you only mentioned that now? Asshole!" He growled at me "we passed that street 7 fucking times already! How stupid are you?" I did feel stupid. I had spent 15 minutes staring at Vance's hair. And his eyes. And his freckles. And how his hair falls perfectly in front of his face. "Well, come on then Yamada. It's cold and I don't want to be out here" "You can just call me Bruce" I insist, following Vance to my street "We aren't friends Yamada. I don't even know you" Ouch "Still. I don't call you Hopper, do I?" I question I do have a point. I would call him Vance, if we spoke enough that I got the chance "Listen, Smart ass. You're lucky I haven't pummelled your face in. So shut up, and hurry up. You're fucking slow for a baseball player" I choose not to reply this time. I do choose to speed up though. This guy walks very fast. It's hard keeping up. He suddenly stops as I bump into him. We both come crashing to the floor. I shake my head and open my eyes to find I had fallen on top of Vance. His face was close Very Close
I hadn't noticed he had freckles before. They were very faint, but they were there. But his eyes were what I, again, noticed. They were a beautiful shade of royal blue. They were mesmerising His lips were a beautiful shade of cherry And his jacket. It looked so cozy I eventually came to my senses when I realised Vance had his hands on my waist. He hadn't made an attempt to move or swear at me. I mean. He called me a faggot earlier But he didn't move Our faces where centimetres apart I could smell it again Cinnamon and pumpkin spice I wanted to press my face into his clothes. The smell was comforting. I felt my eyelids start to feel droopy. I guess late night walks work..
I opened my eyes to find myself back in my bedroom
I yawned loudly, as I rolled over to check my clock 13:24 pm I had slept for a good 7 or 8 hours. I haven't had good sleep like that in a long time. I rolled out of bed and walked towards my door. I walked passed the mirror on my way. I quickly stopped and slowly stepped back. I looked in the mirror and gasped when I saw what I was wearing. Vance Hoppers Jacket I stood there for a moment. Trying to remember. How on earth did I manage to get his jacket? He had been wearing it all when I last saw him, right? He cant have given me it, we once nearly killed a kid for getting some slushy on it. He loves his jacket.
I sit back down on my bed. I didn't even bother trying to make it. My brain was all fuzzy and I had no memory of how I got the jacket. I go to get up again but suddenly feel something pull me back. I look to see an arm around my waist. I turn my head and freeze Vance was in my bed Without his jacket on And he had his arm around my waist
I want to die
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How did this happen? How did he know which house was mine? Why is he in my house? In my bed? And most of all, Why is his arm around my waist?!
He pulls me closer to him. He's basically hugging me. I turn around in an attempt to escape his grip. But it just makes it so much more awkward. Not only is he hugging me, but now his face is millimetres from mine. There it is again. That smell Cinnamon and pumpkin spice His hair is still silky, and smooth, despite him Being asleep. My fingers twitch again. He's asleep. I'm sure he wouldn't know if I touched his hair. Only quickly. He won't notice I raise my hand and run my fingers through his hair. I was correct. It was soft. Very soft. I know I said quickly, but I had to ruffle it some more. I put my second hand in his hair and ruffled it. It was so soft. I was going to stop but he suddenly shifted. He pulled me closer to him and buried his face into my neck. I could feel his breathe on my neck. He was not helping my case It was now harder than before to move. I had my hands in his hair and he had his arms around my waist. I have no idea how to get out of this now
