𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬

Confronting And Stealing

I found myself near a park close by Bruce's house. Sitting down on one of the swings, I pulled out the different items.

Finns toy rocket, and Bruce's Baseball. Sighing, I put them back inside my hoodie while staring up at the sky. Why am I doing this for someone I just met?

Is it because I feel very comfortable around him? Or was it because I took pity on him? Maybe it was the second thought. Yet, I feel curious to why I'm doing this.

Why does he need their favourite and meaningful things? Was he gonna burn and destroy them, just to make the boys mad? Who knows...

"Y/n?" Hearing my name, my head did a 180 degree turn. As I stated behind me, my eyes landed on a dirty blonde headed boy. Vance.

I watched as he made his way over to me. His curls bouncing whenever he took a step closer. Is he walking in slow motion? Because he sure is taking his sweet ass time.

Now in front of me, he stood tall as ever. "What the HELL are you doing out here? At 10pm in the morning." Jesus, he sounded like a mom questioning her teenage child, who came home one minute late.

"Uhm. I just wanted some fresh air." No cause like, what's up with me lying so much? "Mhm. Get up off your ass, and let's go to my house." He demanded while his hands rested on the sides of his hips.

This boy. Does he not know how to have a normal conversation, before asking that type of question? Especially in a more polite way?

"...." "HURRY THE FUCK UP!" He yelled, now mad at my silent response to his last statement. Oh my. He has serious issues.

"Ok, ok! I'm getting up!" Stumbling off of the swing, I felt his hand wrap round my wrist, pulling me along with him.

"So...about yesterday" I awkwardly started. He was still dragging me, and I had striped multiple times. "What about yesterday?" He responded, not looking at me.

"you stormed off?" I replied with slight annoyance in my tone. Did he seriously forget that he ran off to god knows where?

This time he stated down at me, his face scrunched a little. "That was nothing" he looked back in front of him. "Really? Because it didn't sound like nothing. I'm pretty sure you had said "I'm gonna kill him" or something like that."

"It. Was. Nothing." He gritted out. Gripping my wrist even more, I let out a hiss, and he suddenly let go of my whole wrist. Mumbling a quick "sorry" he walked a tad bit faster.

"You can tell me you know? Stop shutting me out all the time. You all do that." Nothing. This made me angry, because it was like I was talking to myself. I paused from walking.

"You said, that I don't know you guys. And here I am, trying to get to know you guys, and you know what? ALL OF YOU STILL SHUT ME OUT!"

He froze. It was like pushing the pause button on a video, movie, song. His head snapped to the side, not facing me, but so I could see his side profile. Nothing left his mouth though.

"ANSWER ME GODDAMNIT!" He slowly turned his body to me, a few feet in between us. He was leaning on his right leg, as his left was bent a little, and in front of him. His arms were crossed, and his head tilted side ways.

His eyes were squinting, eye brows scrunched together, and his lips in a thin line. "Answer you?" My breath became heavy from yelling. I just looked at him.

"You want me to answer you? Fine." He dropped his stance, and took a step forward. "I will warn you y/n," another step. "I may have a temper, and issues," Two more. "But I'm not stupid. Well, not in the way you think." He let out a slow and low chuckle, pausing and eyeing the forest next to us.